#this is the best thing that could have happened tonight <333

[queerplatonicdiaries]

just got to call my squish for like 3 hours, life is wonderful I am thriving the birds are singing problems aren't so heavy etc etc :)))

[daenysx]

hi bby, could i request jealous modern!aemond?😊

i tried my best but i feel like everything was better in my head, i hope i managed to get things right with the words <333 thanks for requesting

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

-aemond needs to get you back.

cw; kinda like exes to lovers, jealous!aemond, aemond being an idiot and he's sorry for that, criston cole in his own warning, reader's shorter than aemond, mentions of alcohol, kissing, aemond being desperate to get you back, also he's a sad fool and he accepts that, suggestive towards the end but nothing descriptive, title is a hozier lyric

wc; 2k

i'll crawl home to her

aemond likes to think he's good at controlling his emotions. at least he can keep his face neutral, he doesn't let people know what he thinks.

that turns out to be a lie, though, the moment he sees a guy behind the bar stool you sit.

he relaxes his fists. you're not his girlfriend. he has no right to feel jealous over your affections. who's that guy, anyway? how can he be bold enough to talk to you like this, leaning to the bar with his arm almost wrapped around you? aemond hates the idea of someone being braver than him. he fucking despises the idea of you giving a smile to that- that asshole.

"you okay?" cole asks, his glass almost empty in his hand. he follows aemond's gaze and, boom. just like he guessed.

"of course, i'm okay." aemond replies, coolly. there's no logical reason behind his real emotions.

"if you keep staring like that, she will notice."

aemond turns to him sharply. his gaze is burning, almost feels like crying or something worse than that. "i'm not staring."

"if you say so." cole shrugs. he's got worse problems than dealing with aemond's jealousy to be honest. he knows aemond will never admit what's happening in truth.

"do you- do you know who that is?" aemond asks, not that he thinks cole can actually know a random guy at the bar. he tries to fill the stupid silence between them, change the subject after that, storm out when he finishes his drink. he despises the pathetic situation he unwillingly put himself into.

"do i know the guy who's flirting with your ex-girlfriend?" cole pretends to think. "um- no, i don't actually."

the mention of you burns his chest. it's because of the whisky, he tells himself. keep your cool, keep your cool. don't let them know anything.

"it doesn't matter, anyway." he says, feeling like a desperate fool.

"no, it doesn't." cole agrees. aemond can sense his mocking, his tendency to talk boldly tonight. cole isn't like that usually. "because you are not together anymore."

"we're not."

"because you let her go." cole continues, takes a sip from his glass. "it was quite stupid of you if you ask me."

"i didn't ask you, cole."

"no, no, but just- what were you thinking when you decided to break things off with her, hmm? what was the motivation behind it?"

"you're going too far."

"i'm not." cole says. "you just can't face with your own decisions."

"fuck off." aemond stands up, getting his jacket. "you don't even know what you're talking about. didn't ask your damn opinion about my love life, did i?"

"just admit you failed, aemond. lost the one good thing about you." cole speaks calmly after him. "you'd do all of us a great favor."

aemond walks away. there's no need for drunken arguments tonight, he's certainly not in the mood for discussing his past decisions. he can't help a brief look on your seat, though. you're not there. he didn't see you leaving, he can't see your jacket or that sparkly purse you love so much. the guy stays where he is, chatting with his friends. where are you?

"oh!" someone shorter than him almost collapses with his chest. "aemond?"

aemond wishes you to not look so pretty with that smudged eye make up and- his fucking favorite color on your lips. what kind of strength should he have to not kiss you against the wall when you're looking at him through those glossy eyes? he takes a step back, an apology ready on his lips.

you beat him through it. "sorry." you say, blinking your pretty eyes. "didn't see you there."

"no, it's okay." he collects himself before doing something stupid. "i was walking too fast."

you nod, your purse in your hand and your jacket thrown on your shoulders. you don't look drunk, maybe just tipsy. turning your back to him, you keep walking your way, out of the club. running into your ex-boyfriend shouldn't stop you from going home.

aemond thinks of the guy back there. you're not together with him, are you? he's not with you right now, he doesn't call a cab, and you don't look like you're waiting for anyone. that must be a relief. it doesn't feel like it, though. aemond is certain anyone who sees you would fall for your charms, that guy was no exception. all the hypothetical men get into his head. fuck them all.

"are you alone?" he asks you, foolishly. you nod. no words for him. why would you bother?

"i can- my car is over there if you-"

"i don't want anything from you, aemond."

okay. he deserves this. he knows he deserves this.

"it's late." he says. "i know you don't want anything to do with me, but i can at least-"

"i said no." you cut him. "you don't have to pretend to care."

you start walking in the cool breeze of night air. it feels nice on your face. aemond follows you like he's lost, like he doesn't know where to go without you. "can we talk?" he asks, his voice is softer than the last time you talked. "please?"

"there's nothing to talk about." you tell him, looking at him briefly.

"i made a mistake." he says like he's pleading. the alcohol gets him, his lips move on their own. he keeps telling himself he won't regret anything he tells you right now. he's not drunk, that means they are all real. "i made many mistakes. letting you go was the worst of them."

"that sounds like an interesting story." you say, sarcastically. "would you like to continue? i'm sure people on the street will enjoy your freak show."

he has no explanation for this but your attitude turns him on.

"i saw you with that guy." he says.

"you really should stop talking now." you say. "you're being pathetic."

"no, i-" he can get on his knees and beg. he's cursing his past self, cursing his stupid decisions. "please."

"please, what?" you get angrier each second. this is not a game you'll be playing with him. "do you realize how stupid you sound?"

"of course i do." he answers with a slight pout. "i just need you to see- to understand how terrible it makes me feel, to- to see you with another guy and not being able to do anything about it-"

"no need to be so selfish." you say, calmly. "i'm not your anything. you cannot react like this every time we run into each other by chance."

"i regret it." his legs can give up any second now. he begs for something divine to help him out of his misery. "i regret everything i did. i never should have let you go."

your heartbeat gets quicker with anger and adrenaline. the fact that you're still hopelessly in love with him does nothing to calm your nerves. he doesn't deserve your love. you will not accept anything he says until he proves he's worthy. you try to control your breath, stop your hands from shaking. he has no right to do this, you remind yourself.

"it's too late." you say. "you don't deserve to get everything back after you let them go like the way you did."

he looks at you so sweetly, you have to swallow and look away. he's fond of that attitude of yours, how you put yourself first after he hurt you, and his chest tightens with the loss of you there but he can't help a wave of affection towards your frowny face and your crossed arms. there's his girl, you're still there, still present with your anger and precise words. he would to anything to get you back.

"i know." aemond agrees, slowly. "i promise, i know- and you're right, whatever you decide to do, you're right."

"are you trying to fix us just because you saw me with another guy?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed.

"no, of course not. not only because of that." he says quickly. "i wanted you back since the first time you walked out. i just didn't have enough courage to talk to you."

"so you're admitting you were being stupid and acting like coward?" you challenge him with two things he hates the thought of being the most.

"it was stupid of me to break up with you." he says slowly. he's gonna have to be a big boy for this. "i was only trying to protect you from my family and- and myself, but i acted cowardly."

"i can protect myself." you say. "i don't need you to decide for me."

"i know that, sweetheart." he smiles. it's a tiny move on his lips, he's always so fond of your independent nature. "i apologise for not speaking things clearly."

it's your turn to smile. you take a step towards him, he stays still. the top buttons of his shirt expose his neck nicely, the chain you got him hanging there. he never let you go. he was only being an idiot. you think you want him back. he can fix his own idiocity by himself, but you want him back.

"what do you want?" you ask with a kind voice like you're teasing. you're not teasing, not in the least but he doesn't know that, does he?

"i want you to be my girlfriend again." he says, straightening his posture. his shoulders are high, his neck long. he feels like a dragon ready to fight for you. "if you'll have me."

you push him softly against the wall behind him and cup his cheeks. he accepts the kiss greedily, changing positions so that your back is against the wall. he makes a rightful mess of your lipstick, his hands on your waist and on the back of your neck. you close your eyes. his scent hits your senses so well, your hand goes to his shoulder to pull him closer.

you break the kiss. "you cannot do the same thing again, okay? you cannot leave me and come back, you cannot think for my place and make my decisions when it comes to you and our relationship."

"okay." he says, his eye closed and his lips following your mouth. "i promise."

"good." you say, pull him for another kiss. it's only been two weeks but you missed him. he feels safe like this, and familiar with his body pressed against yours against the wall of a club. the darkness of the night covers you, your sparkly purse is the only thing that can be seen from a distance.

aemond kisses you like he's been out of breath for so long. he's been a desperate fool for days but now it's over. everything gets clear when he gets you like this, his mind free of worry and anger, all those devilish thoughts that bother him. he's content with his place, he doesn't have to pretend he's okay. it's all real.

"by the way-" you start saying between two lovely kisses. "that guy back there already has a lover named charles. you didn't have to worry about him anyway."

aemond laughs and it's a real laugh, not one of the fake ones he has to throw into aegon's or cole's face. you smile and he kisses your cheek. you hold his hand, he squeezes your fingers.

"i like your dress." he changes the subject, leading you to his car. "is that new?"

"of course it is." you answer, cheekily. "my boyfriend decided to be a jerk for no reason and i had to keep myself busy with something."

aemond had no idea the night could turn into something amazing when he first agreed to come here with cole. he can't keep his hands off you, kisses you against the car this time. he's gotta find a way to make up for the time he made you lost. kissing you and getting you your favorite drink on the way home might be a good start.

he gives you a silent promise to atone his sins between your legs in the following hours.

[ilwonuu]

𖥔 ͙ࣳ hate the club. k. mingyu

this fic is inspired by this song so pls listen to it <333

“tired of going out, scared ill run into you”

“damn you know i hate the club, but i came cuz i know you’d show up”

summary 𖡼 your friend group goes out every friday. you never feeling up to joining them. you always find an excuse not to come. but now you’re sitting at home with nothing to do. so why not drink a little and hangout with your friends at the club?? what could go wrong? seeing your ex could definitely happen..

warnings- ex to lovers!!, alcohol consumption, smut with semi plot. switch!mingyu, switch!reader, oral sex f.receiving, fingering, riding, pet names- baby,princess,unprotected sex(don’t do it), creampie, multiple orgasms, lmk if i missed anything pls<3

authors note- i read over this like once so if theres any spelling or grammar errors pls let me know!!! i hope u guys love this i loved writing it!!!!

you feel bored with no company tonight. not loving the presence of nothing of your apartment and stuff animals as you usually do. sending seungkwan a quick text telling him you’ll be joining him, seokmin, and chan tonight. getting a sassy text back as usual

kwannie😓- what the fuck. girl don’t play????

kwannie😓- u better not be lying because seokmin and chan are actually gonna be the death of me.

kwannie😓- be ready at 9 ok.

you- im not kidding hoe and yes i am already ready ish???

kwannie😓- ok ill be there at 9 😘😘😘

you smile to yourself continuing to get ready. checking to see if you have a good amount of time to finish your hair. happy to see you have enough time with it only being 8:15.

finishing everything you need to do finally making your way outside after getting a text from seungkwan saying that they have arrived. walking to his car somewhat nervous about what the night has in store for you. you never know you could meet someone? or see someone you absolutely hate.

getting into the car immediately being greeted by your best friends. “y/n!!!! i feel like im seeing a ghost you never fucking leave your house” chan says laughing causing you to send him a glare. “shush be happy im here for once okay”

“no seriously i thought my eyes were deceiving me when i read your text” seungkwan says quickly starting to head to the club they always go to. “ok guys thats enough let her live she doesn’t have to come out with us every time.” seokmin says giving you a slight smile.

“thank you seokmin. the only one who appreciates me” “okay but yes of course she doesn’t have to come out everytime. but she doesn’t come out anytimes!!! this is her first time in like 10 years” chan says laughing with seungkwan as he also finds chans joke hilarious. causing them both to receive a glare.

“very funny chan!!! i will get out of the car and walk back home.” you say looking at him threatening him playfully. “you’re dramatic” kwan says finally pulling into the parking lot of the club.

“im also very nervous to be here.” “if we see anyone we don’t like it’ll be fine y/n we don’t have to interact or anything” chan says knowing exactly who you were thinking of getting out of the car having the rest of you follow his lead into the club.

“yea you’re right..” you say slowly walking behind them into the loud crowd of people dancing. “ok first things first drinks!!!!” seungkwan yells dragging you all to the bar. chan seokmin order vodka shots happily, quickly running to dance in the crowd of people. “can we just get two shots of tequila each?” seungkwan asks for the both of you. smiling at the bartender when his drinks are set in front of you two. “okay lets drink these then lets dance!!!” seungkwan smiles at you quickly taking his shots now waiting for you to do the same.

you nervously take the shots making a grossed out face after downing it with a sip of water. seungkwan pulling you towards the crowd as soon as you were ready shortly finding seokmin and chan. “how do you guys get drunk so fast?” you laugh at seokmin and chan completely lost in the song dancing dramatically. “they are fucking lightweights” seungkwan says causing you both to laugh at them.

“i fucking wish. i only feel a little tipsy” you say scanning around the club with your eyes. “do you want to get more drinks or wait a bit then??” seungkwan asks while pulling you close to dance with him. “nah we can wait” you say over the loud music.

you are really trying to have a good time but this isnt really your thing. you were hoping that the drinks would losen your nerves up a little bit but you were so wrong. now you are dancing completely soberly with seungkwan. trying not to ruin your best friends night. “im gonna go to the bathroom real fast kwannie” you whisper to him before disappearing to find the bathroom. you quickly use the bathroom heading back over to the bar to get a couple more shots. “fuck why did i do this to myself” you say under your breath quickly downing the shots without water this time. feeling a little better making your way back into the crowd searching for any of the three boys you arrived with.

pushing through the crowd trying to find them. you accidentally push someone a little to hard quickly going to apologize. “i am s-so sorry.” you say realizing exactly who you bumped into having them turn and look down at you. “jesus you push fucking h-“ mingyu immediately freezes after seeing you. “fuck y/n? what are you doing here?”

“well this is a public place and a club so i would assume we’re here for the same reason.” you say sarcastically while trying to push past him. “well what are you doing by yourself?” he asks concerned stopping your movements. “where is seungkwan?” he looks around the club quickly scanning seeing if he sees anyone who looks like the boy. “well actually im not sure so if you’ll excuse me i will be continuing to look for my friends.” you say finally trying to push past him again.

“wait just let me help you look for them. it’s kinda depressing being here alone.” he says once again finally letting you push past him to continue looking. he follows behind you slowly. “so uh how have you been?” you scoff stopping to look at him. “are you serious right now? i really would rather not pretend to like you right now okay? just help me find seungkwan and then you can go back to whatever you were doing.”

you say sighing going back to looking for you friends. mingyu doesn’t say another word and just follows you quietly. “why don’t you call him?” he suggests. “i left my phone in seungkwans car like the bright fucking person i am.” you say getting more annoyed as the situation goes on.

“shit you wanna use my phone then? i still have his number from you know..” he says nervously handing you his phone after clicking on seungkwans contact. “y-yea thanks” you take his phone letting the memories wash over you. you patiently wait as the phone starts to ring and shortly someone picks up. “seungkwan??? where did you fucking go??” you are now getting more uncomfortable with the fact that you lost all of them in the span of 10 mins. “um what the fuck mingyu you sound like y/n also why the hell are you calling me?” seungkwan slurs over the phone questioning you. “seungkwan ur drunk. also this is fucking y/n im using mingyus phone dumbass!!” your voice sounding annoyed more now. “girl what? why are you using his phone? are you guys…? um back together?” he asks loud enough for both you and mingyu to hear.

you sigh looking at mingyus eyes go wide at what he just heard. “s-seungkwan can you just fucking tell me where you went? you know what fuck it im just gonna get an uber home okay im tired.” you say slightly tearing up at the stressful situation. “we just went to the bar upstairs y/n. are you sure you wanna leave already we’ve only been here for like an hour.”

seungkwan asks through the phone sensing that something is wrong. “do you want me to send seokmin with you? he said he will come with you.” he offers. “kwannie its fine ill just order it off mingyu’s phone. will you just drop off my phone tmr? i left it in your car.” you say finally after ending the call after hearing his okay.

“mingyu do you mind if i use your phone to order a uber?” you turn to mingyu hoping he will say yes. “yes of course y/n. but you don’t need to do that. cheol said he was here to pick up me and shua but im guessing shua is with some girl so cheol can just drop you off.” he says smiling at you. “okay um let me make sure i have my keys and fuck i don’t they are also in seungkwans car.” you say realizing as you feel your pockets. “wanna just stay at my place tonight?” he blurts out quickly. “mingyu- i- what?” now your confused, tired, and annoyed. “just come sleep at my place. its not that weird y/n. what’s the chance seungkwan is gonna come unlock his car rn? come on i’ll drop you off in the morning i swear.” “its not weird to you? we haven’t spoke in like a year.”

this was not a great idea. you and mingyu ended on somewhat bad terms. he wasn’t willing to commit to you. he ended up treated you like shit because of it. you know this has nothing to do with what he asked but it’s obviously on your mind. you are now confused, tired, annoyed, and overwhelmed.

“y/n i kinda need a answer now. cheol is outside.” he says snapping you out of your thoughts and back into reality. “u-uh okay yea lets go” you say immediately regretting it. mingyu smiles grabbing your hand making the way out of the club to cheols car. quickly getting into the back seat.

“whats up mingyu. hey y/n. y/n????? oh shit hi” he says now realizing that is is actually you. “hello cheol nice to see you” you say softly laughing. “yea you too. um are you guys back together?” he asks out of the blue. “nope!!” you quickly say hoping he doesn’t ask anymore questions. “just drive cheol.” mingyu says and mentally thank him because cheol didn’t ask anymore questions driving silently. you two make it to mingyu’s house after a 10 minute car drive. “ah fucking finally these heels are literally the worst” you say walking into his house kicking them off as you go. “you can borrow some clothes. i think i even have your old pjs in my room.” he says taking off his shoes as well. “im surprised you even still have those.” you say making your way to his room. the memories coming back as you seen his room looks the same way it did when you guys were together. you grab the pajamas making your way to his bathroom quickly changing heading back into his living room. “you want to take my bed? i can sleep out on the couch.” he says throwing a pillow and blanket onto the couch. “no mingyu its fine i can take the couch. you can have your bed.” you say laughing at him slightly going to sit on the couch. “or you can sleep in my bed with me.” mingyu says looking at you cautiously. now leaving you pressured at what he is offering right now. “mingyu. what are you doing? you know that isn’t a good idea. we aren’t together anymore.” you say laying down getting comfortable. “i know we aren’t. but fuck y/n have you not been thinking about us at all? or anything that we had. i miss it. i miss you.”

you look at him with a blank expression. what the fuck do you say? of course you think about him and your relationship. more than you should. “mingyu i do okay. i never stopped really but im not in the mood to get hurt again okay.” “i fucking promise you i will never treat you the same way i did okay?” he moves to sit next to you on the couch moving to grab your hands. “let me make it up to you? let me show you i can be there for you. i want to be the boyfriend you deserve. will you just give me a chance?” you think for a couple seconds.

he seems genuine. you did miss him a lot. a chance doesn’t hurt right? “okay mingyu. i will sleep with you in your bed okay. but i swear if you do anything like how you did before the break-“ he kisses you softly shutting you up. “i promise.” he says holding his pinky up

you wrap your pinky around his smiling as he lifts you and carries you to his room. softly throwing you onto his bed and climbing next to you. “you don’t know how much i missed you. i thought i was never gonna see you again.”

“yep that was the plan until i saw you at the club.” you state not wanting to lie to him. “well im so glad i saw you.” you smile at him. “can i make it up to you? ill make you feel so good y/n if you let me please.” hes already begging and you guys haven’t even done anything but a kiss.

he was always like this. he would immediately get needy after one small touch. mingyu was definitely a fucking switch. most of the time he loved being in control and seeing you beg for him. but everyone knew mingyu always leaned towards the subby side. he will listen to your requests always. if you’re happy he’s happy.

you nod softly at him watching him quickly shift between your legs pull down your shorts and underwear in one swift movement. kissing up your thighs slowly making your breath hitch under his touch. “fuck you’re so wet and i haven’t even touched you baby.” slowly moving his fingers up your slit inserting a finger in. his fingers immediately hit your g-spot causing you to already squirm until his firm touch.

“fuck you’re so tight. i can barely move my finger babe.” watching you closely as he inserts a second and third finger quickly watching as you get wetter from his touch. “g-gyu please more i need more.” you beg him hoping to add something extra to get you closer to your high.

“shh baby let me take my time i promise you’ll get everything you need okay?” he says sweetly pulling his fingers out of you with the noise of your squelch filling the room. “you hear yourself baby? you’re making a mess on my bed already hm?” he coos at you shifting so that his head is in between your legs. gently grabbing your thighs to spread your legs. “i bet you taste as sweet as i remember hm? could eat you for fucking days.” he immediately dives into eating your pussy. licking your slit as he slides one of his fingers back inside you.

“g-gyu oh my god.” eyes rolled back having your back arched as he absolutely devours you roughly sucking your clit fucking his finger into you quicker. looking up at you through his eyelashes not stopping his movements. not even to praise you. he is too pussy drunk and doesn’t want to stop anytime soon. grabbing a hold of his hair pulling on it when his finger hits that spot again making you go crazy. “m-mingyu i’m gonna cum please don’t stop.” and he doesn’t he sucks on your clit harder keeping up his pace with his finger. you come all over his tongue and his fingers. fucked out completely as you watch mingyu lick up your cum and hum.

“you taste so sweet princess. fucking delicious baby.” he smiles at you again moving up to kiss your lips. tasting yourself on his lips.

“what do you want baby? i will give you anything you want.” pulling his shirt over his head looking at you waiting for your answer. “can i ride you? g-gyu please i need you so bad.” he nods quickly. “m’course you can” he moves so he’s sitting up against the headboard of the bed. watching as you move onto his lap.

you have never seen mingyu take his pants off quicker. immediately pulling his dick out pulling your face closer to peck your lips. smiling into the kiss lining up his dick with your entrance slowly sinking down onto him.

mingyu is always more subby with this position immediately begging and pleading for your touch. “f-fuck y/n please move i need it so bad please baby.” he begs you trying not to fuck his hips into you.

you slowly rock your hips into his moaning at the feeling holding onto his shoulders for support. “you’re so tight im gonna cum so quick. i-i’m fuck i’m sorry” grabbing ahold of your hips to move you quicker on him. “i’m so close baby fuck.” he says feeling you bouncing on his dick now trying to chase your own high. “m-me too.” he groans lowly feeling his dick twitch inside of you. “f-fuck can i cum inside or where do you want it?” “inside p-please.” he doesn’t have to be told twice immediately cumming inside of you throwing his head back lost in the intense pleasure

you don’t stop bouncing on him. “babe i’m so sensitive fuck.” he says to you still fucked out holding onto you.

you nod. “i know baby but please you can last a little longer right? for me right? my good boy.” you try to turn him on with your words knowing it will go straight to his dick. he moans at your words pulling you into a quick kiss. “y-yes i’m so good for you.”

you smile at him quickening your movements now really needing his shoulder for support as you feel yourself coming. “f-fuckkk look at you c-creaming on my cock oh shit im gonna cum again.” you feel his cum shoot immediately into you. moaning at the feeling riding out both of your highs.

slowly climbing off of his lap laying next to him. “i missed you so fucking much.” he says pulling you under the covers with him kissing your forehead. “i missed you too but i don’t miss how you think i just want to lay here feeling your cum leak out of me.” you say playfully shifting to show him the puddle that is now under your crotch.

“its fine baby we can shower in the morning. plus what if we fuck again. you’ll just be full of my cum again.” he says with a straight face. you roll your eyes burying your face into his neck.

“i guess we’ll have to explain to seungkwan and cheol why we told them we weren’t back together…” you think out loud before falling asleep in your boyfriends arms.

[stargirllanaa]

୨⎯ "Cruel World” - Rafe Cameron

❥ Masterlist

Warnings: Dark!Rafe, Noncon smut, toxic relationship, Abusive relationship, Domestic violence, Gun violence, Drinking, ex!rafe, Rafe is actually terrible, psycho ex bf Rafe

Summary: loosely, based on ‘Cruel World’ by Lana Del Rey, everything goes wrong when you spot your psycho ex bf at a New Year’s Eve party.

A/n ✎: Thank you so much for 100 followers! Ahhhh!!!! I’m so glad you guys are enjoying my work, I recommend listening to the song ofc but you don’t have too. Bold and italics are flashback. Enjoy <333

Wc: just under 3k

18+ MINORS DNI, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

“Does anyone know where I put my eyeliner?” Your friend Nora asked you, as well as your other friend Violet.

You were all getting ready for some New Year's Eve party at Nora's boyfriend's house; everyone would be home from college for winter break, so you were excited to see all the people you went to high school with.

“No, but I know where the vodka is!” Violet chuckled,

“Come on, let's all take a shot!” Violet continued as she made her way over to you.

“Come on, y/n, are you going to pout all night? He might not even be there.” the brunette expressed as she sat beside you, bottle in hand.

She was referring to your ex, Rafe Cameron, and you knew for almost a fact that he would be there. Nora's boyfriend happened to be his best friend, Topper, and you and Rafe hadn't exactly ended on the best terms. The two of you had been broken up for about a month and a half; for the first two weeks, he would not stop texting and calling you, profusely apologizing, saying things like, ‘I'll go to therapy.’ ‘give me another chance.’ ‘I'll be better.’

It got so annoying that you had to block him; obviously, that wouldn't stop him. The thing was, Rafe was fucking crazy; he would always find a way to get to you, and if he didn't, he simply didn't want to.

“He's going to be there.” You said with a sign, “I'm just going to get fucked up, ignore him, and hopefully get some dick tonight.”

“That's the spirit!” Violet said as you tilted your head back, and she poured the vodka down your throat.

“Are you kidding me?” Your boyfriend asked you in a harsh tone as he stalked toward you.

“What?” you respond as you tried to take a wobbly few steps back.

His eyes narrowed at you, and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, aside from the clown makeup,” Rafe said, referring to your red lipstick.

“How many times do I have to tell you I don't like that dress?” Rafe interrogated as he roughly grabbed your waist.

“How many fucking times, y/n?” the blonde shook your body roughly. “For you to get it through your thick fucking skull?”

You were silent, frozen almost; whenever Rafe got violent, you didn't know how to react. You didn't fight; you didn't try to run; you stood wide-eyed in shock because if you did respond the wrong way, you knew it would make things 10x worse than they already were.

“Huh?” He asked you, shaking your body roughly again, waiting for you to respond.

“I- I don't know.” You mumbled weakly.

“You don't know,” he mocked with a dry humorless laugh.

“Go and change. Red looks trashy on you.” He stated before letting go of you with a harsh push into the wall.

All your friends knew that Rafe was bad, but they certainly didn't know how bad he was. You were so good at hiding it, concealer, color corrector, foundation, you name it; if it could cover a bruise, you had it. Every story you told them about your fights with Rafe were very watered down, and because of that, no one knew how truly scared you were to run into Rafe at this party. Not in an ‘Oh, no, my ex!’ way more in a ‘he might kill me way.’ But with every shot you took, you felt your fear start to fade slowly, and when you arrived at the party five shots in, in your little red party dress, you felt way more confident than you should have.

Your arm linked with Violet’s as your friend Nora lost the two of you to find her boyfriend. You and Violet stumbled through the house, passing through groups of people, trying your best to find the drink table.

“By the way, I love your dress,” Violet approved, looking you up and down. “Red is your color.”

“Thank you!” you smiled, taking the compliment to heart; she didn't know just how much that meant to you; you hadn't worn red since Rafe had told you it was ‘trashy’ on you.

“Fuck, is the Britney Smith?” Violet giggled, pointing at the short blonde girl.

“Isnt she pregnant?” you wondered as your eyes fell on the drink table.

“Oh my god, look who's right next to the drinks,” Violet says before covering her mouth with her hand.

“Is that Alex?” you replied, squinting your eyes to get a better look.

Violet nodded in response, eyes wide with excitement.

“Go talk to him!” you smiled at her. “I'll sit right over there,” you said, pointing at the elegant velvet couch.

As you sat on the couch, you couldn't stop thinking about Rafe. Your anxiety slowly started to rise, and you regretted every choice you made up to this point. First of all, you and Rafe had ended on horrible terms; second of all, you came to a party that you knew he would most likely be at, and now you are all alone and a little more drunk than you'd like to be.

You couldn't stop thinking back to that day, your breaking point, the last fight you had with Rafe before you ended things for good.

“Why are you following John B on Instagram?” Your boyfriend asked you as he looked up from his phone.

The question confused you a bit; you honestly didn't even know you were following him in the first place.

“I don't know?” you replied with a shrug. “Probably was an accident; maybe Sarah tagged him in something or-”

“Was it an accident when you smiled at him the other day at the wreck?” he cut you off.

Was he serious right now? John B had waved at you, and you simply smiled in return. You were just being nice; it was nothing more than that.

“Rafe, I-” You were going into very dangerous territory, and you knew that, even though Rafe was physically attractive, he was very insecure, which showed a lot in your relationship.

“If it's another bullshit excuse, I don't want to hear it,” he scolded as he stalked towards you.

He wasn't even giving you the chance to defend yourself, and frankly, it was pissing you off even more than his stupid questions.

“Rafe, I don't even know what you're talking about; I literally-” you plead with your boyfriend, taking a step back for every step he took forward.

“Of course you ‘Dont know,’ you never do.” Rafe hissed at you, moving closer and closer.

“That's what you do; you act all fucking innocent and then sneak around behind my back.” the blonde accused.

“Do you think I'm stupid?” He sneered, backing you against the wall.

That was the final straw; now he was accusing you of cheating from a simple smile and an Instagram follow. I mean, how delusional could he be?

“Are you fucking crazy?” you asked him, eyebrows furrowed.

You could tell he was shocked at your response by the way his eyebrows arched upwards slightly, but you could also tell you pissed him off by the way his jaw ticked.

“What did you say to me?” He asked; he heard you loud and clear the first time; he just wanted to see if you had the guts to repeat it.

“Are you fucking crazy? I follow him on Instagram. So what? I can unfollow him if it's a problem.” you argued, shocked that this was even an issue.

Rafe's hand shot forward without warning, delivering a sharp slap to your face. Time momentarily slowed as the impact echoed through the room. As the sting of the slap registered, a deep sadness clouded your features. You hated to say it, but you were used to rafe hurting you.

“Who do you think you're talking to?” Rafe asked you. Blue eyes are darker than their everyday shade.

“Huh?” He scoffed, laughing slightly.

“Calling me crazy…talking to me like I'm the one in the wrong?” your boyfriend shouted as he snatched a big chuck of your hair, gripping it tight enough to bring tears to your eyes.

“Rafe, I-” you tried to defend yourself as tears clouded your vision.

“No, I'm talking now.” His voice boomed as he screamed in your ear.

Rafe slammed your head against the wall behind you, using your hair as leverage; at this point, your ears were ringing, your head was banging, and you couldn't speak from the pain alone. And Rafe just kept going on and on about how important trust is in a relationship, but how could you even listen when he was gripping your hair so tight? But obviously, Rafe didn't see this as punishment enough because he dragged you by the hair to his closet, and even as he rustled through his sock drawer, clearly looking for something, he didn't once let go of your hair.

“Rafe! Stop-” You were cut off by the feeling of ice gold metal pressed against your temple; you were completely frozen, not knowing what to do; there was no way your boyfriend was pressing a gun against your head over an Instagram follow.

“If you even look at john b again, your fucking dead.” Rafe threatened coldly.

Your heart was racing; Rafe was impulsive knowing him; you could breathe the wrong way, and he would pull the trigger. That didn't stop your breath from fasting and your tears from falling, though.

“You hear me?” he asked, pulling your hair back just enough to make eye contact.

You didn't say anything; you had been sobbing ever since you felt the metal against your head in the first place.

“Do you hear me?” He shook you, demanding an answer, “I will fucking kill you.”

“Yes!” you cried out, hoping and praying for him to put the gun down and let go of you.

And when you left his house that night, you had never returned. Rafe did have his good moments, but was he worth your life? You broke up with him over text the following day, and you hadn't seen him since.

Since today, as soon as you looked up from your lap, lost in thought, you made eye contact with Rafe. You felt sick when you saw him; you knew he would be here, but you weren't expecting to see him this soon.

You stood up, making your way through the separate groups of people; you needed to find somewhere you could be by yourself because right now, you felt like you might have a panic attack.

“Excuse me,” you repeated over and over as you drunkenly stumbled to the stairs. No one was upstairs, other than maybe a few people hooking up, but other than that, it was pretty empty. You looked for a room, apologizing when you opened the door to see Nora and Topper making out. You stumbled through the halls until you found an empty room, sighing in relief as you closed the door behind you.

Your relief was short-lived because you didn't realize that Rafe was following behind you the entire time, and when he entered the room, you instantly regretted isolating yourself from the rest of the party and your friends.

“No.” you panicked, anxiety rising deep within your stomach.

He was intentionally standing in front of the door. There was no way out.

“Hey, Listen, y/n-,” Rafe said calmly, trying to calm you down.

“No! Get away from me!” you interrupted words slurring, not wanting to hear a thing from him.

You had no desire to speak to Rafe, not after all he had put you through in your relationship, not after you had been in therapy for the past month to heal the pain he had caused you. He wasn't just a regular ex, Rafe was fucking crazy, and you both knew it; you knew he was waiting to see you in person again, probably planning it, planning out exactly how he was going to get you back and what he was going to do if you declined his offer.

“Can you just listen to me!?” he snapped at you, slightly losing his calm demeanor. “I just want to talk-” He said through his teeth, walking over to you and away from the door.

“Well, I don't want to talk!” you barely even knew what you were saying; your head was spinning, and you regretted every shot you had taken earlier.

“So that's how it's gonna be, huh?” Rafe mumbled to himself more than you, fist clenching as he spoke.

As he got closer and closer, the room seemed easier and easier to escape; you knew you couldn't scream for help because of the loud music banging throughout the house; no one would hear you, and you knew you couldn't put up the best fight because you were drunk and Rafe’s also way stronger than you, he had proved this time and time again.

So you took the opportunity to run for the door while you still could. But two steps in, Rafe had already caught you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against his stiff chest.

“I didn't want to make this complicated.” he hissed into your ear. “But come on, y/n, it's almost like you want me to hurt you.”

You thrashed your body, wiggling side to side, trying to escape his grip.

“You’re fucking crazy!” You shouted as you continued to attempt to free yourself.

“Yes! I'm crazy,” Your ex admitted as his grip around you tightened, and his nostrils flared. “I'm crazy for you.” he dug his nails into your side.

“Get off of me!” you cried out, voice raw with emotion.

“You come to my best friend's party wearing the fucking dress I hate! Knowing I'm going to be here!” he criticized, pushing your body towards the bed. “It's almost like you want me to take it off.”

“Rafe, stop, I-” you were cut off by Rafe throwing you on the bed and wrapping his hands around your throat as he hovered over you.

“Shut the fuck up!” He sneered, looking down at you with dark eyes.

“You fucking left me!” His grip got tighter the more he spoke. “Not even a call, but a fucking text.” he scolded. “Do I really mean that little to you?”

You didn't end things the way you did because you didn't care about Rafe; you cared about Rafe so much, more than you ever wanted to, and that hurt; throughout everything he's done to you, all the pain he's caused you, you still cared. You broke up with Rafe over text because you were terrified; he had threatened to kill you over an Instagram follow; you couldn't imagine what he would have done if you dared to break up with him in person.

But you couldn't say any of that because he was choking you so hard that you couldn't breathe, let alone speak; all you could do was hit his hands repeatedly, hoping he would let go.

“You didn't care about my feelings. Why should I care about yours?” He asked you, looking deeply into your bloodshot, teary eyes with his blue angry ones.

Your mind was racing; Rafe was actually going to kill you. You saw this day coming many times throughout your relationship, but you didn't expect it to happen when you guys were finished. You had shared your body, your mind, everything with him, and you had been happy it was over; you finally were starting to feel like yourself again. But now he was going to take that all away from you.

Rafe finally let go when he started to see your eyes roll back as you started to lose consciousness.

You gasped for air in between coughs as you held your throat, desperate to soothe it from the pain he caused with his harsh grip. You had accepted death. You knew exactly who you were dealing with, and the thought of him killing you over a breakup wasn't too far-fetched.

“You have a lot of making-up to do after the stunt you pulled last month,” Rafe sighed as if he was inconvenienced by what he was doing to you.

The stunt you pulled? Your break up was serious, and for a good reason; he was lucky you hadn't called the police; if anyone had pulled a ‘stunt,’ it was him. He had pulled a series of stunts throughout your whole relationship. He was pulling one now.

Before you knew it, Rafe was tugging at your dress, attempting to pull it off you. If there was one thing you weren't doing, it was going down without a fight. You tried your best to kick him and scratch him, everything, but you were drunk, had just been choked, and Rafe was much stronger than you, so he pinned your wrist above your head with one hand and pulled the bottom of your dress up with the other.

“Remember this, y/n,” He said as he positioned himself up against your cunt. “Remember this feeling the next time you think about trying to leave.” He taunted before pushing into you roughly.

As he thrusted into you repeatedly at a rough and harsh pace, you sobbed. You thought Rafe was behind you; you told yourself you would never let a man hurt you the way he did again. You were so happy when he was gone.

“Fuck, take this off,” Rafe moaned as he pulled your dress over your head.

With every hash thrust, your cries got louder. Rafe didn't care about your pleasure or even his; he wanted to hurt you; he wanted to see your tear-stained face. This was your punishment, and he was succeeding. The only thing you felt between your legs was severe pain.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” you heard everyone downstairs scream in unison.

“Happy New Year,” Rafe smirked as he pulled you in for a rough, sloppy kiss.

Rafe was fucking crazy.

[underoospeterparker]

CONGRATS ON UR MILESTONE BABY!!! i’d like to request 🪸 CORALS !! with the idea of cowboy!james and innocent!reader in mind teeheeee <333

YAY babe thank you so much ily!!! challenged myself to use some slang hehehe

join the celebration

cowboy!james potter x innocent!fem!reader, 0.9k words, hurt/comfort, angsty

tw: (slight) violence, blood mention, toxic ex, swearing

James strolled over with the confidence of a man who'd already won his race. "How're you ladies doing tonight?" He asked you and your friends, leaning over to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"Well, bless your heart for asking," Mary Rose blushed, "we're fairin' just fine," she added, a huge smile on her face. James reciprocated it, but it wasn't as pleasant as hers had been.

When she turned around, you rolled your eyes and James chuckled, taking a seat next to you. "No need for jealousy, darlin', you know I'm all yours," he said, his voice deep and quiet. This time you were the one blushing, forced to hide your red face in the crook of his jacket.

It was a second later when you pulled away, and you noticed Mary Rose's glare from across the bench. James surveyed your eyes quickly, a touch of concern in his big brown eyes. "You alright there, sweetheart?"

You were quick to nod at him. Giving him your best smile, you asked, "when's that race of yours happening?"

He checked his watch on his wrist, then got up to stand. "Reckon it's about to start in a blink of an eye," he replied, grinning at you. "I'd be mighty honoured to have you by my side, darlin', will you come to cheer me on?"

Mary Rose was quick to speak up. "You bet your spurs we'll be there, cowboy!"

James looked at her with a small smile, then turned to you as she began getting her things ready. "I'll be front and centre," you reassured him, and his face brightened. "Wearin' my finest cowgirl hat," you added, giggling softly. "Now go show 'em how it's done."

Your boyfriend saluted you and head off to the races. "Yeehaw," Nellie squealed, tugging at your arm as you laughed along with her. "Let's mosey on down, ladies!"

While you climbed down the stands, hand-in-hand with Nellie, Mary Rose pulled you aside, her grip tight on your arm. "Don't think for a moment I didn't notice you cozying up with my ex. You better watch your back, partner!" Mary Rose's nails dug into your skin, drawing blood. She pulled away when Laura called her over, waving with a fake smile on her face.

You winced as you looked down at your arm, crescent moons left in her wake. You covered it up as best as you could, pulling your jacket on although it was mighty hot outside. Then, you returned to the race tracks to watch James ride.

"Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round," the announcer clapped his hands excitedly, "we've got a lineup of fine cowboys ready to tear up that track. Among 'em, we got James Potter!" The crowd roared with enthusiasm as James made his way onto the track, a massive grin on his face. You waved happily at him when he blew a kiss to you good-naturedly.

Mary Rose turned around to look at you, glaring. "Say, (Y/N), I need to make a trip to the outhouse. Would you be so kind as to join me?"

You couldn't refuse, not with all of the girls surrounding you, so you nodded, even though James was about to ride. Mary Rose would have done much worse if you hadn't.

She gave you a smile, then pressed a heavy hand to your back, leading you to the bathroom. James, however, noticed your disappearance soon after, and swiftly mounted his horse. He quickly rose over to where the girls were stood. "Where might I find (Y/N), ma'am?" He asked Nellie pleasantly.

Nellie pointed over to the outhouse, and James nodded, saying, "much obliged, my friend."

He climbed over the fence, although the announcer was yelling at him to get back over and on his horse. James started to jog over to the bathroom, starting to get worried. "Shucks," he said under his breath, swinging the door open to find you cowering in a corner, a bruise blossoming across your face.

You managed to gain some confidence, however, and you struck a painful punch across Mary Rose's face, so hard that she stumbled backwards. "You bitch! I'm gonna-"

James stepped between the two of you. "Hold your horses," he said, his face hard. "I'd never lay a hand against a lady, but you raised a finger against my sweetheart. So I'd suggest you keep your distance."

With tears in her eyes, Mary Rose nodded and stepped out of the way. James turned to you, nothing but care and worry in his eyes as he surveyed the damage.

"James," you murmured softly, "any reason you're lingering 'round here instead of hittin' the track?"

He smiled, "I gotta take care of my girl, y'know? She's my top priority." James cupped your cheek, face softening when you grimaced in pain. "Shhh, I'm sorry, sweetheart," he crooned over you, wrapping you up in his arms, "don't you worry. I'm gonna take good care of you." He paused, making sure you were listening. "And I ain't one to make empty promises, darlin'."

You smiled up at him. "No doubt in my mind, cowboy."

[strwbite]

i can already tell this is about to be my new fav blog… can i request something about john and arthur (separately?? whatever is easiest) falling for a fem gunslinger who’s new to the gang?? :)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ A/N; how sweet of you to say, anon!! thank you so much! :D <333 and yes, of course you can! gonna be so honest here, i got SUPER into writing arthur's part and made it way too long, so this post is condensed to just arthur's perspective. i'm currently writing up john's, but i think it'd make the post a bit too long if i included both, so i decided to go ahead and post this one tonight! i hope to have john's up some time tomorrow—in a separate post so nothing is too long! i hope you understand and i am so excited! i had a lot of fun writing this for you!:D i hope it's in character for arthur, i tried my best!:) anyways, enough rambling, let's get into it!

♡ ; WARNINGS; fluff, some angsty themes, descriptions of a wound, hurt/comfort ♡ ; SUMMARY; you tend to arthur's wounds and he realizes just how much he cares for you ♡ ; RATING; sfw ♡ ; CHARACTERS; arthur morgan ♡ ; DETAILS; 3.5k words, part one - find john's part here (wip)

“Arthur Morgan!”

Your voice was hushed in your throat as you whisper-shouted his name through the air of Horseshoe Overlook, your words sounding more like a scold than a greeting. Said scolding hung heavy over Arthur and he tipped his head down in embarrassment, the black leather of his hat covering what little you could see of his face. He sat in his horse's saddle, one hand holding the reins as he led her to the post. The other hand held a white-knuckled grip on the opposing shoulder, his body slouched over as he guarded it. Taking a step closer, you noticed the crimson stain seeping into button-up that lay beneath his equally bloody hand, ichor oozing out of what you could only chalk up to some sort of wound.

It was around four in the morning and most everyone at the camp was fast asleep, save for some of the camp’s night owls, who wandered around, aimlessly. You had finished your chores around camp and decided to spend some time picking up the slack where other members had failed to keep up with their responsibilities; a selfless attempt to avoid any conflict between Grimshaw and aforementioned slackers. You had been wiping down a dirtied table that sat across from the hitching posts when you were interrupted by the sound of hooves clobbering against the dew-covered grown. The hoofbeats were met with a sleep-deprived Lenny who called out, ‘Who goes there?’, which was met with Arthur’s half-hearted, ‘S’just me, Lenny.’, before he rode up to the hitching post.

“Christ, what happened to you?” You chided, rushing to his side as you took a closer look at the blood-stained hand he held over the presumed lesion. There was more blood than you had originally noticed, some of which was a deep brown that dried and seeped into the cotton of his sleeve, speaking note to just how long it had been bleeding. You reached up, gesturing for him to move his hand, but he only nursed it closer to his side, causing a grimace to spread across his face at the movement.

He was in pain, that you knew for sure—despite what you’ve learned of his durable reputation, seeing him like this worried you. You and Arthur had grown somewhat close after your arrival. At first, you had a hard time accumulating to the hectic nature of the gang, but he aided you in your transition into the Van der Linde lifestyle. He checked up on you daily, offering you food, errands—just about anything you could think of. Arthur also held conversations about your life before, allowing you to ramble on about who you are and where you came from; how different things are now—and he'd validate everything you had to say about the Gang's way of life and your upheaval. After some time, he even took to bringing you small gifts and trinkets he found when he'd run off somewhere, each time saying something along the lines of, ‘I know you ain't got none of your old stuff with you, so here, saw this and thought of you.”.

Needless to say, you had developed a strong affinity for the cowboy. So when he disappeared, seemingly without a trace, it troubled you.

You hadn’t seen or heard from him in days—in fact, no one around the camp had. Days without Arthur turned into a full week without Arthur and you couldn’t hide the concern that stirred inside of you. Despite your new position in the gang, you know this wasn’t unheard of, per se—Arthur had a habit of disappearing for days at a time, only to return with various trophies and animal pelts from his adventures. But something felt off to you, this was different. That feeling only served to be solidified when you overheard Charles muttering something along the lines of, ‘Didn’t find him when I went lookin’ earlier.’, in a passing conversation with Javier.

And yet, here he was—the cat dragged him in, albeit not without a few scratches and bruises. He slung his leg over the saddle and to the other side of his horse, a hiss slipping through his gritted teeth at the pain that seared through his shoulder at the movement. You offered him a hand and helped him down, supporting his weight to the best of your ability. After he was on the ground, you slung his non-injured arm across your shoulder, ignoring his stubborn insistence of, ‘I can walk on my own, ‘m fine.’, as you urged him to use you as support. Arthur accepted his fate and hooked his arm around your shoulders—the blood leaking from the injury at the loss of pressure—and allowed you to help him to his tent.

“Can’t believe you’d run off on us like that, Morgan—you do this a lot?” You griped at him, but concern tinged your every word. “Had everyone worried half to death—‘m glad you’re back, even though I hate seein’ you like this.”

“Ain’t nothin’ for you to make a fuss over, best you quit that bellyachin’. Don’t wanna make yourself sick worryin’ about me.” He remarked.

“Oh, Arthur, I’m always worryin’ about you.”

Arthur could hear the genuinity in your tone, so palpable and honest, and it sent a fire of guilt burning through him, his head drooping low once more in avoidance. He never meant to worry you. The last thing he ever wanted to do was keep you up at night, wondering if he was okay or if you'd ever see him again. He was adamant that a newcomer like you shouldn’t have to worry about that sort of thing in the first place—you were just getting your land legs within the gang, you shouldn’t have to concern yourself with the likes of him. Despite the remorse pooling in his stomach, it was hard to ignore the way his heart sputtered against his chest at your expressed concern. Arthur wasn’t the most in-tune with his emotions and when he was, it was scarcely pleasant. His feelings were deprecative at best, most of them leading him to believe he was undeserving of care; that everything he'd ever accomplished had been nothing but evil, hateful deeds—that he deserved all the bad things that happened to him—that would happen to him. He had it coming, of course. The thought of a lady like you caring for a wicked man like him profoundly confused him and sent his brain wracking. But even he had to admit, the way you spoke to him with such consideration piqued his interest. On one hand, he felt he wasn’t worthy of such a sweet, caring person in his life—on the other, he wondered what it would be like to be to get to know you. To open up to you. To let you in.

“I ain’t worth the fuss.” He remarked, disregarding the way his heart heaved heavy in his ears at the thought of something more tangible between the two of you. He averted his attention back to the wound he nursed on his shoulder, taking notice of the grime and debris that surrounded the gash. He assumed that all the poking and prodding at it with less-than-clean hands egged on the infection that dared to fester. His adrenaline had worn off at this point. His shoulder ached and throbbed.

“Just got myself a souvenir from an O’Driscoll, s’all—graze at that, mind you. Ain’t nothin’ to write home about—why’re you so concerned anyways, Miss?”

“Oh sure, just a graze,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes, your tone dripping with sarcasm. Despite his aloof demeanor, you continued guiding him to his tent with slow, tentative steps as you supported his weight with your own. “‘Cause, Arthur, that could get nasty real quick and I ain’t too keen on lettin’ you up and die by the hands of an O’Driscoll. Graze or not, you’re lettin’ me doctor you up—and I mean proper.”

Arthur opened his mouth to argue—to insist that he would be fine, that he didn’t need a lady such as yourself to waste precious time on a man like him, but the words fell short when he turned to look down at you. Your gaze met his own, your demeanor softened with worry and care, and it sent a flight of butterflies he didn’t quite know he had fluttering in his stomach. How could he say no to you? With a long-winded exhale, Arthur nodded his head in response, his eyes darting around the camp to avoid your stare.

“Sure.”

When the two of you reached his modest tent, you eased him into a seated position on the cot before taking a step back. With an insignificant gesture that said ‘one second’, you scurried off to grab the much-needed supplies, leaving the cowboy to sit and fester in his stirring emotions and searing pain. You weren’t gone too long, though, and you returned with a bottle of whiskey in one hand. The other held a strip of flannel and a roll of gauze.

“Now, this ain’t gonna feel good by any means,” you murmured as you lowered yourself to the cot, taking a seat next to him.

Arthur had been through this process many times—several of those times were unfortunately at the mercy of less-than-careful hands. Needless to say, he knew the pain and he knew it well. His painstaking fate mattered little to him at the moment, though, as all he could focus on was how close you sat to him. He’d sat next to you before, sure—but not like this. You sat with pure intentions, leg brushing up against his own as you leaned in to examine the wound with such care. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around it—you knew of the things he had done, his reputation certainly preceded him. You knew exactly the type of man he was, tied up in his wrongdoings and sins, and yet, you didn’t question a single thing. Instead, you gave him a brief scolding and treated him with a gentle kindness he’d never quite received. You took care of him. The moment felt tender like never before, filled with consideration and attentiveness—Arthur couldn’t recall a time he had been so vulnerable with someone, save for Mary Linton, which was long over and done with.

“Don’t I know it.” He grumbled.

Arthur shifted his position on the cot, leaning forward to give you a better view of the supposed ‘graze’. What you could make of the surrounding flesh beneath his shirt’s fabric was red and inflamed, a testament to the trauma it bore. The wound itself pulsated as blood trickled down, matting the ripped fabric of the shirt to his skin. Your feeble fingers grazed around the edges as you struggled to get a closer look through squinted eyes. Some of the view was obstructed by clotting blood and torn fabric—Arthur grimaced at the sensation of your touch against the inflamed skin.

“How long I got, doc?” He queried, voice hitching in his throat in pain while he attempted to make light of the situation. You had to admit, it was a nasty wound—a bullet to the shoulder was rarely a welcomed invitation, especially to those who didn’t receive care from a proper medic, but you had seen worse.

“Well, Mister Morgan,” you spoke as your hands worked the cap of the whiskey bottle, a loud ‘pop!’ signaling that it was open. You lifted the flannel to the top of the bottle and flipped it over, soaking the material as the stench of alcohol flooded your nose. “You’ll live. Probably. Y’know you’re lucky you found yourself at the hands of a medic such as myself.”

The two of you shared a laugh at your jest—in all actuality, you had little to no idea what you were doing when it came to anything medicinal. The best you knew was to clean it with whiskey, drink the aforementioned whiskey to help with the pain, wrap it up, and pray it doesn't get infected. But you would be damned if you didn’t at least try to assist the poor man; you didn’t know Arthur to ask for help. The little time you had spent with the man proved him to be self-reliant, sometimes to a fault. The fact that he accepted your aid, albeit begrudgingly, was a surefire sign that something was wrong.

Your gesture didn’t go over his head, either, as he watched you work the bottle and cloth with attentive hands. He shook his head and a nervous-lipped grin twitched at his lips as he looked down at the liquid courage in your hands.

“S’pose you’re right. Dunno what I’d do with myself if it weren’t for you.”

“You’d do nothin’, I imagine it’d be a lonesome life, Mister Morgan. ‘Sides, who else ‘round here would fix up your,” You paused, as if searching for the right words, “Graze wounds, if you hadn’t met me?”

And with that, you raised the alcohol-soaked strip to the wound and gingerly pressed it against the laceration, dabbing it in repetition to remove any excess blood or dirt. Arthur flinched in response to the cloth brushing against the inflammation, followed by a small hiss slipping through gritted teeth as the raw sting of whiskey sept into the gash. You worked with vigilance and the most delicate touch you could manage, and he sat still for you, knowing it was for the better. The consequences posed if you didn’t flush it out served enough for him to bite his tongue and suffer through the pain.

When you finished the final touches of your doctoring, you pulled the flannel away and discarded it to the cot beside you. You replaced it with the roll of gauze and worked it around his arm, covering the scrape and securing it to itself. After finishing, your hand lingered on the unbothered skin below, your thumb rubbing circles against the skin to soothe him.

“It ain't perfect by any means, but that should do it.” You assured him with a gentle smile.

At this point, you sat so close to him. You enveloped Arthur’s every sense, from the wavering heat of your hand against his arm to the smell of gunpowder and wildflowers wafting off of you—the sight of you peering up at him with such fondness sent his heart racing once again. His hands fidgeted, nervous and awkward, as he stared at you for just a moment longer than necessary, before breaking away. The grip you had on Arthur grew tighter and tighter with every moment he spent in your presence. He wasn’t the best with these sorts of things, finding it all too complicated and confusing to put into words; he even rambled about it in his journal, writing, ‘I am not sure why I find myself so drawn to her; how do I explain this to her if I can’t even explain it to myself?’. From the way you carried yourself across the camp with such poise, to the way you gawked at him from across the campfire sent sparks flying in Arthur’s mind. Not to mention the eager way you rushed up to speak with him every time he came home—he was enamored with you, as nervous as he was to admit it.

“Thank you,” Arthur murmured as his eyes darted from yours to the thumb tracing circles on his bicep. He prayed you wouldn’t notice the flush that crept across his cheeks, starting from his nose, traveling all the way to his ears and neck.

Despite his wishful thinking, you noticed it, but you found it endearing. You had never seen Arthur this flustered—tongue-tied, sure, but never quite like this.

“I sure do appreciate it.”

You gave him a soft smile, eyes trailing along the heat that crept across his sun-kissed cheeks. You started to stand from the cot, keeping your eyes set on him as you rose to your feet. “‘Course, Arthur. Now, you just go ahead and rest up, all right?”

He nodded along as you spoke, avoiding looking into your eyes with a sense of embarrassment. It was never his intention to worry you, and he knew he'd be beating himself up for weeks over this entire endeavor. “Thank you for takin’ care of me—didn’t think you’d much care ‘bout it, 'bout me. ‘M sorry for bein’ gone so long.”

“Pfft,” You stifled a small laugh from within your throat as you placed a flattened palm against his non-injured shoulder, urging him to look up at you. “Don’t mention it. And ‘course I care ‘bout it. I care ‘bout you, Arthur—we all do.”

You offered him, yet another, sweet smile and used your thumb to rub the same circles against his shoulder. If you’d let him, Arthur was certain he'd stay like this for hours—under the comfort of your touch as the soft glow from oil lamps and moonlight shone over you. Your time spent with him was short-lived, sure, but there was no denying the way he gravitated to you. You were a fresh face, so kind and sweet to everyone you met, despite your reticence, and he found himself wanting to spend time with you. He'd ask you to accompany him into town, even if it were just to drop off some mail or pick up something on behalf of Dutch. He even took to bringing you along while hunting or going on scouting missions, despite initial hesitance. He was reluctant to put your in harm's way, but with some convincing on your end and a showcase of your way around a gun, he obliged you and found himself enjoying the company. 

The world made sense when you were around, not so much when you weren’t.

“I care 'bout you, too. I'd even say I enjoy havin' you around, 'specially when you're fixin' me up." Arthur blurted out after a moment's silence, hands fidgeting as the boldness of his words sat heavy on his shoulders. Nerves soon sat in and his stomach twisted into a bundle of anxiety, sweat beading at his hands and forehead—did he say the wrong thing?

"Pardon, I, uh, not that I don't always enjoy your company, ‘cause I sure do-you're, uh, a real pleasure to be around, s'just—am I talkin' too much? Feels like ‘m talkin’ too much.”

He blabbered on, stammering over his words as he struggled to form a coherent sentence and you couldn’t conceal the laugh that slipped from your lips. It wasn’t one of malice or mockery; it was pure admiration.

“Oh, Arthur,” you sighed, your voice filled with warmth and affection that sent a fire of nerves burning through him. With a mix of nervousness and longing, you leaned in closer, bridging the gap between the two of you. Your eyes locked, and you could sense the anticipation in the cool air surrounding you. At that moment, time seemed to falter and come to a standstill. One of your hands caressed his hair, running your fingers through the long locks just before your lips met his in a tender, heartfelt kiss. It was soft, sweet, and everything he had ever wanted. His entire body tensed up as he felt your touch against him—it was supple and delicate, a tenderness he had seldom been gifted before, such a contrast to the pain that scorched through his shoulder and his very being. As if he needed any more confirmation, the feeling of your gentle affection laid upon him solidified everything—you made sense. He wanted to know you. He needed to know you.

With that, you pulled back, just after trailing another light touch through his hair, before you stood back to your upright position. He said nothing. You didn’t either. No words were needed when your sentiment spoke a thousand things more than he could ever dream of saying. The two of you lingered for a moment, taking in the moment as you stroked a delicate thumb against his stubble-covered cheek, tracing his time-weathered features. He leaned into your touch, ever-so-slightly.

Finally, you broke the spell of silence, your voice inching just above a whisper, “Get some rest, Arthur. You need it.”

With a final graze across his cheek, you retracted your hand and headed out of his tent, returning to the tables you were tending to, but his image stayed etched deep in your mind.

Arthur watched you retreat, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to shake the warmth that pooled in him at your kiss. His mind swirled with emotions he couldn’t quite put into words. He hadn’t felt like that in a long time; it was a feeling he thought he had lost forever, and he still questioned if he truly deserved it, even now. He replayed the fleeting moment in his mind, committing every detail to memory—the touch of your hand, the softness of your lips, the tenderness in your eyes.

With deliberate movements, mindful not to aggravate his injured shoulder, he settled flat on his back, lying down on the cot. His gaze fixed on the canvas ceiling above and his thoughts raced, consumed by you and what could be.

Gradually, sleep beckoned Arthur, tempting him with heavy eyelids and the gentle chorus of crickets chirping in the nearby woods. As the night wore on, the camp embraced a stillness that only the wilderness could offer, coaxing him into a deep sleep. In that stillness, your presence lingered, a gentle reminder that Arthur wasn’t alone; that you cared for him.

Just as he cared for you.

[joesanrio]

Uh Oh | R.R

Summary: Since the club incident, though we both acted with purpose; it was the aftermath that was totally incidental.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i x Nova Borbón (OC) || non-established relationship

Warnings: Guilt, Break-ups, oral (fem. receiving), p in v, unprotected (she’s on birth control), creampie.

Rating: 18+ (smut, fluff)

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on my last post <333 I wasn’t expecting so many people to like it, so I got yall from now on ;)

@ipietromaximofflover here ya go <3

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I was never one to be considered a home-wrecker, but here I was sitting on the couch after telling my friend what happened last weekend at the club. “Nova! And you can’t even say you were drunk! That was just a bitch move.” My friend, Mariah, stressed towards me and I nodded desperately in agreement.

“I know… I mean I was sober enough to stop her from drunk-driving but not getting down and dirty with her man!” I practically shout before shoving my face into my hands, my apartment doorbell rings. “Damn, we done manifested the bitch here.” Mariah whispered as she looked at me with an shocked face. I get up from the couch with a small giggle, and walk towards the door before looking through the peep hole.

On the other side is Joe looking down the hall with a serious expression, I open the door quickly which seems to startle him. “Hey Novs, I really wanted to talk to you.” He smiles uncertainly at me. “Hey… I would love to but-“ I begin before I hear footsteps from behind me.

“See ya girl, I’ll call you when I get home alright.” Mariah goes to hug me before waving towards Joe and leaving. I watch her in disbelief as she walks down the hall before Joe clears his throat, “Well um come on in.” I smile and move to the side.

We sit in comfortable silence as I clean up the snacks from before, “You sure you don’t want any? There’s plenty!” I smile akwardly as I pick up the popcorn bowl to refill it, “You know what, sure.” He nods as he seems to relax further into my couch cushion. His thick thighs in his gray sweatpants were bulging in his sitting position. I pop more popcorn before walking back into the living room, and handing him the bowl first.

“You wanted you talk?” I say as I sit down on the sofa slightly away from him, “Yeah, about last weekend at the club. That was completely wrong of me and I told Kira about it, not mentioning it was with you but just that I did it in general.” He says sitting up with his elbows on his thighs taking on a serious expression. “Oh.. wow um how did it go?” Not expecting the best, “She was pissed, but turns out she’s been sleeping with my friend Jackson for a couple months so…” he trails off while rubbing his temples.

“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry!” I say feeling terrible for the guy, “yeah um, I broke up with her and she threw a fit. So I was really wondering if I could stay with you?” He asked looking directly into my eyes, he looked so drained and guilty. “Of course! Yeah- that’s no problem at all.” I say eagerly before catching myself. He lets out a long sigh, I’m hoping it was of relief and he proceeds to reach towards me.

“I really appreciate you for this, you don’t understand.” He grabs my hand gently before squeezing it in appreciation. “Wait just for tonight right?” I clarify as I remove my hand from his slowly. “Yeah, just tonight.” He nodded but continued looking at his now empty hand.

I smile and nod, “There’s the guest room and you don’t have to worry because it has a ensuite.” I clap as I get up to walk towards the guest room. “Fancy.” He jokes before standing up from the couch, I hum in agreement as I show him around. Which wasn’t needed but I like validation sometimes and he’s the perfect person to get it from.

“Where’s your bag?” I ask remembering he came to my door with just his phone and keys. “In the car. I could just get it in the morning.” He answers before sitting on the bed, “Joseph I’m sorry. I really am, that was such a horrible thing for me to do.” I blurt out. He lets out a sigh, “Novs… trust me I’m not mad at you. I shouldn’t say this but I enjoyed it.” The tips of his ears getting red.

“Joe…” “You didn’t?” He cuts me off with a questioning look, “I did… it’s just the guilt.” I try to explain. He stands up from the bed making his way over towards me, “What if I help?” He whispers as his arms wrap around my waist. “Help me do what?” I ask as I place my hands onto his biceps, “Get rid of the guilt.” He smirks and I feel his fingers dig into my lower back sweetly.

“A massage! Oh so nice.” I tease as I lay down onto the bed and look back at his unamused face. “Not what I was thinking…” he mutters as he sits on the side of me, “Come on, get at it.” I giggle while wiggling my hips but his hands come down to stop it. “I’m not prepared. You got oil or something?” He taps my lower back that was peeking out from my crop top. “Ugh, I will not be coming back to this establishment.” I huff jokingly before going and getting my mango and coconut oil from my vanity.

I hear a lot of shuffling in the guest room as I make my way back, “I got it.” I smiled as I observe Joe’s now shirtless torso. “Getting comfortable huh?” I say while handing him the bottle, “I’m setting the mood.” He winks jokingly. I hum in amusement before laying down again, “Then do you want to go first?” I ask looking back at him.

“No no.. just take your shirt off.” He retaliates quickly without realizing what he said, “In a professional way, of course.” He clarifies as I giggle and remove my top. Getting in position, the oil is cold as it touches my back and rolls down into the curve of my spine. “I forgot all about your back dimples.” He says as his big hands rub the oil around, I hum eagerly as he begins.

His touch was exhilarating, his fingers always found the right pressure points. “You know if wrestling doesn’t work out, you can always become a massage therapist.” I moan out as he drags his hands across my waist smoothly, he lets out a small laugh. “Got it princess.” He replies before his hands get lower and finds there way down to my thighs.

The arousal already forming as his long fingers massage the inside of my thighs, a moan leaving my lips accidentally while I could sense the smirk forming on his lips. “It’s nice hm?” He teases while his fingers get closer and closer to the place I want him most, “Stop teasing.” I moan as he runs his index over my pussy gently.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if you took these little shorts off?” He rubbed between my folds through the soft cotton. I hum but couldn’t get myself to move, his finger running over my clit delicately. “S’good.” I say breathlessly, he taps my ass watching it jiggle from the impact. “Lift your hips.” He orders as he pulls at the waistband of the shorts, I lift my hips while feeling the fabric leave my body quickly. “You’re soaked baby.” He smiles as his hands spread my ass to get a better look at the wet patch on my panties.

“Joesph…” I whine before he lays himself between my legs, but lifts my hips up into a position that I already know i’ll have to hold. He pulls my panties to the side, looking at my folds soaked in arousal before placing a small kiss on my clit. “Oh.. again.” I ask quietly though i’m sure he heard due to the fact he placed another, his tongue doing a long lick between my wet folds. I moan into the pillow in front me as his thumb rolls onto my clit while his mouth does all the work on the rest.

His tongue inserting itself into my entrance swiftly as I unintentionally push my hips further onto his mouth. His other hand massaging my ass nicely and leaving small taps whenever my pussy clenches onto his tongue. “You taste so good.” He mumbles into my now swollen lips before sucking on my clit. I squeal as I could feel myself about to cum, “Oh my god.. please!” I yelp as Joe’s mouth leaves my pussy and places a quick slap.

“Look at you.” He smirks as he comes up and places a kiss onto my neck, “You’ll cum, trust me.” He laughs lightly as I roll over onto my back underneath his body. He sits back before pulling out his hard, red-tipped dick, looking desperate as he jerks himself off a little. His moans echo throughout the room as he positions himself between my legs again, I pull him down to kiss his wet lips. Tasting myself on his tongue, his arms relaxing and holding my waist as he lays on top of me.

My hands running along his back before grabbing the nape of his neck, finger intertwining with his dark locks. Our chests pressed together, the only thing between us is my lace bra. I moan against his lips as his dick slides in between my folds easily due to my arousal, “Oh fuck.” He mumbles against my plump lips. His lips leaving mine as he leans back and inserts his dick slowly, feeling every inch and vein.

One of his hands grabbing mine gently as he bottoms out, “So big.” I gasp softly. He bites back a moan as he watches his dick rock into my pussy slowly, the sinful noises of my arousal and his pace quickening filling the room. “Your pussy is so tight.” He groans as I clench around his huge dick, my moans getting louder as he is now pounding into me.

The smacking of our bodies and strong moans are now replacing the noise from before, his hand coming up from my waist to play with my boobs. Pulling my bra to the side as his mouth comes down onto my nipple, and licking circles around them. “Oh my-“ I can barely speak as moans continue spewing out of my mouth. “What’s my name?” He whispers into my ear as his hand replaces his mouth and rubs circles around my nipple.

“J- fuck!” I yelp as he places a light smack onto my boob, “Wrong.. let’s try again.” He smirks as his eyes meet my heavy-lidded ones. “Mmm I don’t-“ “Of course you do baby.” He bites into my neck, before pounding restlessly into my puffy core. “Leati! I’m gonna cu-“ I squeal as I grab onto his shoulder tightly. “Cum baby.” He smiles into my neck while feeling my pussy clench onto his dick, causing him to cum inside of me.

“Fuck..perfect baby.” He pushes himself deeper as he lifts my leg from underneath my knee, allowing my thigh to push up to my stomach and create a whole new angle. “I love you.” I huff out against his ear, his pace never faltering but his fingers rubbing gently into my waist. “I love you too.” He kisses my lips.

[ghostofskywalker]

Maria Hill x SHIELD!reader, i need fluff with this woman cobie smulders is so <333 maybe perhaps the party/a party similar to the one in ultron

hi! i hope you enjoy this :)

words: 614

summary: natasha romanoff isn't only part of earth's mightiest heroes. sometimes she's a party's best wingwoman.

maria hill masterlist

Help From a Friend

You were trying not to state across the room, where Maria was sitting and laughing with some of the other guests in attendance. You knew that if you went over there she would invite you to sit down, but you didn’t know how much longer you could keep your feelings to yourself when she looked like that. 

The Avengers were having some kind of gala, and Tony Stark had invited a few of the SHIELD agents that the team had worked with to attend, and you were on that list. Having worked alongside Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Captain America on a few missions now, you were getting used to the way things worked with this new team of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. 

You had just taken another sip of your drink when a voice interrupted your thoughts. “She likes you too you know.” 

“What?” you turned around to see Natasha Romanoff sitting next to you, a glass of wine resting on the countertop in front of her. “What are you talking about?” 

Natasha rolled her eyes and smiled. “Maria thinks you don’t like her back, but judging from all the times you’ve been glancing over in her direction, she’s not correct about that assumption. You’re just as bad as she is, it’s a match made in heaven.” 

“I don’t believe you,” you said quietly. 

“She said the same thing,” Natasha responded with a shake of her head. “So I’m taking matters into my own hands. Come on, dance with me for a little bit.” 

Still a little confused about what was happening, you followed the redhead out to the dancefloor and began to slowly sway in time to the music. Part of you hoped that Natasha was right, but there was still a nagging voice in the back of your head that said this was all for nothing and that Maria would never return your feelings. You tried to keep that voice squashed down. 

And maybe this was a dream, because what felt like seconds after you started, someone was asking to cut in. You didn’t miss the knowing glance that Natasha gave you as she walked away and Maria began to sway with you. 

She looked perfect in a black dress, her hair swept to the side in a way that showed off her face. “You look amazing tonight,” she said sincerely, and you felt your heart stop for a moment as you registered her words. 

“So do you,” you said. 

You danced in silence for a few more seconds, and then she broke the silence. “Can I ask you something?” 

“What?” 

“Would you want to go to dinner with me sometime?” 

Those were not the words you were expecting to hear, and your brain short-circuited for a few moments before you responded. “Did Natasha put you up to this?” 

“No?” Maria looked confused. “Why would Natasha put me up to that?” 

“She’s the only one who knows how I feel about you, and I just thought she might have pushed you into this.” 

Maria laughed. “I can honestly confirm that Natasha did not ask me to ask you out. In fact, she’s the one who suggested that you might actually feel the same way about me as I do about you.” 

Lost for words, you did something a little crazy: you leaned in and kissed her. Her hands found your waist as she kissed back, and by the time you two pulled apart, both yours and her lips were a little swollen. “Can I take that as a yes to dinner sometime?” Maria asked, reaching down to grab your hand. 

“Of course you can,” you said, before leaning in and kissing her again. 

- the end -

[yanderes-galore]

Could I get a holiday themed Roxy Lalonde rqqq?? :333

Fandom: Homestuck/Hiveswap

Character: Roxy Lalonde

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Type of fic: Fine w/ anything but would prefer a oneshot/short story :3

Other info: You can decide what prompt/Idea it should be :33

Sure! I didn't like the way I took this one (I don't feel I did Roxy justice, I will in later fics) but I hope you enjoy it anyways :) This is during main story, not epilogues or ^2 (I have not touched those)

Missletoe

Yandere! Roxy Lalonde Short - Winter Event Request

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Jealousy, Forced kissing, Trickery, Forced affection, Forced relationship implied, Manipulation, OOC Roxy Guilt.

You feel nervous tonight. Roxy has kept giving you odd glances lately. Then again, Roxy has always made you uncomfortable lately.

When the world went to hell she suggested you live with her. You just thought she was being a good friend for a pal. However, now you're stuck in the middle of an ocean in a Carapacian colony alone with her.

Roxy treated it like it's the best thing that's ever happened to her. She no longer had to just text you on Pesterchum. For a bit, despite your anxiety, you liked the thought too.

However, overtime you began to notice Roxy's behavior around you.

Usually through drunken conversation from her she often laments her relationship troubles. It started with her ranting about Jane telling her not to date Jake due to her own crush. Then it was about Dirk.

Then oddly the conversation swapped to Roxy asking about you. She asked if you liked any of the friends you shared. She asked bluntly if you had a crush on anyone.

You said no when she asks these questions, which caused Roxy to often frown.

Now, as the wind gets colder, Roxy seems to be planning something. She's been working more on her Transportalizer technology skills recently. Not onty that but she keeps giving you oddly flirtatious looks.

You don't understand what Roxy's been getting at until you catch her attaching something to ceiling over her bed.

You had moved from the bed to lean on the wall, looking through one of the many odd windows she had. Your thoughts were only broken when Roxy called you to look at her. When you turn you feel the nervous feeling intensify.

A Missletoe… she managed to bring back a Missletoe? Was that what she was practicing for?

“Took me forever to get it… BUT! Isn't it perfect!?” Roxy coos, completely ignoring your look of anxiety.

“W-Why did you get one? Nostalgia?” You ask softly and Roxy gives you that strange look again.

“Nostalgia? Pffft… nah. I got it for us!” Roxy squeals and you tighten your jaw.

Did you feel for Roxy like that? You hesitate softly. Did she think you were dating? 

“Roxy… we aren't-”

“Look, I KNOW what you're going to say and I get it. Buuut… wouldn't it be nice?” Roxy purrs softly. “I mean… we live together, we're both single… I've liked you for a long time!”

“Was that why you asked me to move in?” You ask and catch Roxy looking guilty for a moment.

“Look… I… I just get really jealous when you talk to others and I just thought-” Roxy mumbles while getting off the bed to walk closer. She took down the missletoe and you thought you'd be done with this.

“Sorry, Roxy… it was just really sudden-” You sigh, Roxy gives you sad eyes before standing in front of you.

“Can I at least have a hug from my good pal?” Roxy asks softly and you look nervous before agreeing. 

“Sure.”

You quickly regret the decison when Roxy essentially grapples onto you. The wind is knocked out of you momentarily and Roxy takes the time to put her lips on yours. You taste wine on her tongue… the kiss surprises you.

While you surprisingly don't hate it… what you do hate is the betrayal of your trust.

Roxy pulls away but doesn't let you go. She instead cuddles into you. You look beside her and see she's still holding the mistletoe… over the both of you.

“I'm sorry…” Roxy frowns, guilt deep in her gut. “I just… I just want you as mine.” 

Roxy's grip tightens and she looks away, a distant look in her eyes. Although… you notice a small smile on her face.

“I guess… you are mine in a way. As long as you're here with me… you're mine.” Roxy locks eyes with you, swapping her grip to your hands.

“We'll be perfect for each other!” Roxy gleams. “You'll see….”

[reverie-starlight]

um not me realizing that I’ve never sent in a request 😭

ok so hear me out

Paper rings feels like such a Kuroo song like it’s just so fun and cute. but like particularly

“In the winter in the icy outdoor pool

When you jumped in first, i went in too

I’m with you even if it makes me blue”

bc it’s just so silly and makes me giggle

you can do whatever you please with this, but the thought has been plaguing my mind for days now😭

much love 💕

I LOVE YOU FOR THIS OMFG <333

AND YOU'RE SO RIGHT BECAUSE??? IT IS SO KUROO.

(forgive me for making this less of a formal fic and more of a fluffy ramble, I'm a bit over excited rn so this will definitely be all over the place but I hope you enjoy it anyway!!)

this is all under the pretense that it's university/pre-timeskip!kuroo but still timeskip!kuroo and gn!reader btw

(also just a disclaimer, please don't jump into a freezing pool if you have alcohol in your system, this is purely for entertainment purposes, okay thanks <3)

ANYWAY!!!

you're at a party with him sometime during your university days- just a house party, no one's really outside talking or blasting music for the neighborhood to hear, but the pool is still uncovered for some reason.

and let's be real, I don't think kuroo is much of a hardcore party person (he'll go to parties and have fun but he's not the type to go every weekend or whatever, maybe like one or two every few months) which the party is probably hosted by, like, bokuto or one of his old teammates.

so obviously that means you're sleeping over so you can let loose and have fun.

you both mostly keep to yourselves at the party, sipping your drinks and snickering at all the antics happening around you both. it's nice to just be with him and not have to worry about anything for a night.

but when the last people have gone and you guys are getting ready for bed in the guest room of the house? he stares out the window overlooking the backyard and proposes an idea that truly has you questioning his sanity.

"you want to what now?" you ask him incredulously.

he just grins at you and grabs your hand, sneaking you back downstairs as quietly as possible. you thank every higher power you could think of that the party host was a known heavy sleeper, especially when he's had a few, because your boyfriend is stumbling as he tries to guide you down the stairs in the dark, giggling the whole time. the alcohol was mostly out of his system by now, and yours, thanks to the water you both got down in between drinks.

honestly, you can't help but follow him outside when he strips his shirt and jumps into the pool.

"shit! it's cold!" he calls from the water.

you snort and shake your head fondly. "it's december, dumbass. the pool shouldn't even be open."

"come in with me!" he says, but you're already removing your sweater and jumping in to join him.

you squeal as the water hits your skin, and you can already see your nails turning a bit blue. "not for long though, okay? don't want us to get sick. plus you've had drinks tonight, we should move to the shallow end just in case."

he nods in agreement and follows you closer to where your feet could touch the bottom. he wraps his arms around your torso and rests his head on your forehead. you stay like that for a while and then decide that it's way too cold to stay in any longer, so you get out and head back inside.

"well, babe, was it worth it?"

he blushes and heads into the bathroom on the main floor, grabbing a clean towel to dry his hair, tossing you a second one. "alright, I'll admit- it wasn't my best plan, but hey, now we can say we've gone skinny dipping?"

"tetsu, my love, that was not skinny dipping," you snort, wrapping yourself in the towel and then slipping your sweater back on. it baffled you sometimes how he was clueless about some things but knowledgeable with others.

he looks confused as he follows you back up the stairs to the guest room. "then what's skinny dipping?"

you fully laugh while plugging in the electric heater and grabbing the extra blankets the host left on the dresser. "that'll be another night's adventure. right now let's focus on warming back up, baby."

he grumbles a little about how he could just look it up if you weren't going to tell him, but digressed and changed into a warmer set of sleep clothes. neither of you wanted to run the risk of freezing in the middle of the night, after all.

after all that, you still weren't really tired yet, so you sat on the bed in front of the heater and your boyfriend sat at the dresser, busying himself with some paper.

soon enough he was standing in front of you, holding a paper ring out to you with a proud, boyish grin on his face. "I made this for you," he stated.

you smiled and put your phone down, letting him slide his creation onto your ring finger. "hmm, so does this mean we're engaged now?" you teased.

he chuckled and scooted you both under the covers, laying down with you and caressing your cheek. you'd both agreed that you wanted to get married some day, but not until you were both done with your degrees. still, that didn't stop either of you from joking around about it... or faking proposals in restaurants for free dessert.

"not yet, babe, but soon. we'll finish school first, then maybe I'll tell you about the ring I've been eyeing for months now. I think you'll like it. just need to save up for it now."

you knocked your forehead against his and smiled softly. "you know I don't need a ring," you held up your hand. "hell, you could reuse this as my engagement ring later on and I'd still be ecstatic."

he kissed your nose before resting his face in the crook of your neck. "I know, sweetheart, and I appreciate that. but trust me- you're getting a ring. a damn nice one, too, exactly what you deserve." he leans in and leaves quick pecks all over your face. "and my baby deserves nothing but the best."

you giggle and try to push him away. "okay, okay, I get it!" he finally leaves you be and stares into your eyes for a minute.

"I love you."

"I love you too," you smile back at him and press a kiss against his lips.

satisfied, he turns around and shuts the lamp off, wishing you a goodnight and throwing an arm around your waist.

not even five minutes later, he shifts and groans out "it's so hot in here now!"

yeah, the pool definitely wasn't the best idea.

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I'm sorry this took literally FOREVER, but I'm happy with how it turned out!! and I'm happy to finally have new writing out after a million years lol

if it's a bit choppy in some places, just note that I'm only just getting back into the swing of writing again, it's been weeks and I'm rusty.

[n3tworksucks]

HI ITS ME AGAIN!

Okay, so im kinda going through a tough time (long story short, SA) and I was wondering if you could possibly write something for me with quackity?

idk i just need a lot of comfort rn, thank you and have a nice day/night <333

HEY SORRY IT TOOK A LITTLE BIT BUT ILL TRY AND GET MORE REQUESTS DONT TONIGHT<33 HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL

word count; 369

warnings; little angst, one cuss word and idk

-if you were having a bad day, loved one passed away, or you just need a hug

- he's your go to

- id say he's good with peoples emotions and like reading people

- and with you two knowing each other for a while he'd probably pick up a few signs of when you're upset

- a few ways he'd comfort you kinda depends on what happened

- if a loved one passed away he knows what its like, and he'll feel bad with you if he knew them

- and even if he didn't he'd still feel bad because of the affect it had on you

- he'd try to comfort you in this situation by hugging you and telling you sweet nothings to to

- hugging I think would be his main comfort thing even if you didn't hug back he wouldn't mind, sometimes people just like being held

- side hug, back hug, full bear hug, or even no hug

-he just wants you to feel better

- if you were having a bad day like your boss was an asshole or didn't have the best time out

- then this is when he'd kinda be a little goofy if thats what makes you forget about today 

- and he'd do things he knew made you happy

- like doing the dishes when it was your day to do them

- then he'd cook for you if you wanted or he'd order from your favorite place

- watch a movie and cuddle on the couch

- and if you just need a hug he'd be more than happy to give you one

- he wouldn't let go unless you did first

- he'd stand there with wide open arms so you could wrap your arms around his torso and he'd wrap his arms around yours

- he'd put his chin on the top of your head

- hands rubbing up and down your back telling you how amazing you are

- and he wouldn't do all this if you were even upset

- if he was feeling generous he'd do the dishes just because

- or he'd come up to you and just open his arms and hug you

-but i think he'd be good at comforting you when you need it

- and definitely a good hugger lol

[luv4byers]

nightmares - w.b.

heyyy! i'm literally listening to revolting children from roald dahl's matilda please don't come at me its an amazing song. i'm also really sick. i stole the van script and put little chips of it in here &lt;333

warnings: will having a nightmare, mentions of death, and my bad writing

pairing: will byers x male reader

word count: 809

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it's been a full week. it was all over, and we were sort of alright. after everything that happened, everyones still recovering from it. max is brain dead, her bones are broken, and she's blind. but her heart still beats, thanks to el. poor lucas thinks its his fault. dustin is still sad about eddie's sacrifice, but at least robin was able to take vickie for herself.

but what also worried me was will. jonathan would tell me how will would wake up in a cold sweat, scared that the beasts of the upside down would come back to cause harm to us, especially after dealing with his connections to the upside down.

but, will was visiting hawkins, and he was staying at my place for the night. ms. byers and my mom were best friends, because they graduated together and worked at the same place for a while.

and that's when i met will.

ms. byers, jonathan, and will would come very often to visit us. it was one of the best things that ever happened to me, because will and i grew up to be best friends. we grew up together.

we went through the tragedies of the upside down, getting bullied at school, and dark stormy nights together.

and gosh, i was happy to see him again, without having to deal with the upside down.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

jonathan, ms byers and will already arrived at our house. "ah joyce! i missed having you just around the corner, and having you at work." my mom said. "and make yourselves at home!".

i hugged will, jonathan, ms. byers, el, and hopper.

"will! i missed you! you'll be staying the night in my room, you can drop your stuff there." we climbed up the steps to my room. "my mom's still setting things up- and talking up a tornado with your mom, it's like they haven't seen each other in several years. it'll take a while, so you can go and change. i bet you had a long day"

"alright y/n, thanks!" he picked up his duffle bag, and entered the bathroom.

he came out of the bathroom. "y/n, sorry to ask, but i forgot to pack a t shirt. i have a sweater but it's a bit warm, do you mind if i borrow one of your shirts?"

"yeah, of course you can."

"thanks y/n."

he straight up pulled his sweater off, and wore my shirt. i had no idea why my face was heating up.

i mentally cursed myself for looking at my best friend like that.

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we had dinner alongside a great conversation. ms. byers and hopper were gonna occupy the guest bedroom, and ms. wheeler offered to take el and jonathan for the night.

i pulled out my sleeping bag for tonight, and reassured will i was okay sleeping with a sleeping bag.

"are you completely sure you don't wanna sleep on the bed? i mean it's your bed, not mine, so you should sleep on it." will mentioned.

"it's fine, you're the guest here will. besides, it's one night. the sleeping bag won't murder me in my sleep." i responded.

"fine y/n. there's space if you change your mind."

"goodnight, will."

"'night y/n."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

i couldn't sleep, due to so many questions flooding my mind, such as:

was it wrong to love my best friend like this?

why did he mesmerize me so much?

but what if it was one-sided? will could choose anyone he wants.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

and i heard will's breathing get heavier, and heavier, until he stirs violently.

"will? will! will, wake up." i whispered loudly.

i shook him gently, which was enough to wake him. "will, are you okay?"

i feel dumb. of course he wasn't okay. "y-yeah i'm fine." i didn't believe him.

"you're not fine. i know it. just take your time, and it's fine if you don't feel like telling me."

i sat on the bed, right next to him, and hugged him. he was shaking. his breathing was unsteady. so i gently whispered in his ear,

"breathe in for 5 seconds, breathe out for 5 seconds. until you start to feel more steady."

i held his hand and he followed, and his breathing became more steady, and he stopped shaking.

"i'm sorry y/n, i've been dealing with this for a while already and i should be able to deal with it myself." he apologized, and for something that he can't control.

"don't apologize will. with experiences like that, it's hard to get it out. no one's gonna hurt you. as long as i'm here, i won't let anything hurt you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"just get on the damn bed and sleep." will whisper-shouted

"fine.." i was spooning will, and fell asleep.

one thing's for sure,

that was one of the best rests i've ever had.

[witchern]

wip wednesday

nobody tagged me, i just wanted to do it <333 here's a snippet from the elusive midam k-pop au that i swear is coming soon!!

Adam had expected never to see Michael again, so when the guy reappeared the following night during his shift, Adam was so stunned that his mouth dropped open. 

Michael was in a similarly nondescript outfit as the night before—jeans and a gray hoodie this time—but unlike the previous night, he was wearing makeup. 

If Michael looked hot before, now he looked fucking ethereal. A thin line of black eyeliner sharpened his gaze and there was a gentle dusting of silver and metallic gray eyeshadow on his lids. His cheeks were highlighted, glittering in the fluorescent light whenever he moved. It also looked like there was a light layer of a dark matte red color on his lips, and—fucking shit, Adam hadn’t noticed this the other night, but apparently he had three piercings in one ear, each one now with a small silver earring dangling down. 

“Uh.” Adam’s next words got caught in his throat and he almost choked on his own tongue.

Michael, to his credit, didn’t seem to notice Adam’s distress—or if he did, he was so used to people reacting like that to him that he’d just learned to ignore it. “I’m glad you’re working tonight. I was afraid your schedule would’ve changed and I wouldn’t get the chance to thank you properly.”

“Um.” Adam was fucking salivating. “You. Hi.”

Michael’s smile was blinding. “Hi.”

What the fuck. 

Before Adam’s brain could rewire itself properly, Michael held out a full, steaming cup of coffee from the fancy cafe down the street. “It’s a night shift, right? You probably need all the caffeine you can get.”

Adam was seconds away from launching himself across the desk to kiss him and climb him like a tree. 

“You’re the greatest human being alive,” Adam finally managed to say, carefully taking the cup from Michael like it was the Holy Grail. “Thank you.” 

He took a grateful sip, trying not to make note of the way Michael was watching him. 

“So,” Adam said after his coffee sip, “are you feeling any better since yesterday?”

Michael nodded. “Much better. You were right—when I woke up this morning, it didn’t feel as awful as it had the other day. Time has put things in perspective. That, and my friends told me I was being too hard on myself.” 

Adam wondered briefly if he should mention the fact that the friend from the other day had given him Michael’s number, but maybe that would just make this more awkward than it needed to be. “It happens to the best of us. We all get our heads up our own asses about things we care about.”

Michael snorted at the word choice. 

Adam finally built up the courage to ask about the makeup. “I gotta ask. Where did you just come from where you decided to wear…” He indicated his face.

Michael touched his cheek gently, as if he’d forgotten all about the makeup. “Oh, this? It’s...for a costume. I’m a dancer.”

Ah, that explained it. “You look...you look good. Really, really good.” 

He couldn’t tell from the layer of highlighter on Michael’s face, but he was pretty sure the poor guy was blushing now. “Thank you. We have makeup artists who do our faces but I can do some of it myself. Good to know I don’t look like a raccoon.”

It was just by the grace of God that Adam was able to stop himself from responding, You’d make a sexy raccoon. What the fuck was it about Michael that made Adam lose the ability to act like a normal goddamn person?

[kiankiwi]

Another little Jacob fic please!! Maybe one where he drops into headspace suddenly or struggles getting into headspace.

Hopsie and Maccy Cheesy:

summary: Jake is having some trouble going down into headspace due to stress so you help him with it by mentioning his best friend

I hope you like it! Happy Reading!! <333

***

You and Jacob had arranged for him to go down for a while since you had some free time this weekend and didn't have anything to do that would require him to be in his adult headspace so you were going to take advantage of it and let him be tiny for a few days while you two were off work.

Problem is though, he's been home for an hour and just can't slip all the way. And that's causing him to be really grumpy. As soon as he got home, he kicked off his shoes and ran to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

"Oh boy, got an angry bubba." You whispered to yourself as you collected Jake's shoes, put them where they were supposed to go and then waited a minute to let him calm down before going to find him.

A few minutes later you poke your head into the bedroom to find a shaky Jake-shaped lump under the covers. "Baby, you wanna talk about it?" You softly asked as you came over and rubbed his back. "Mmm, I... I'm just stressing about something that happened at work and I might not be able to go down tonight... It's just really hard..." You sighed and put your hand in Jacob's hair.

"Baby, that's what your headspace is for. You go into headspace to get away from the adult stress." Jacob nods, putting the blanket over his face. "I know, I know... I'm just really struggling to get my thoughts to stop." You nodded as you played with his hair. "Do you want mama to try and help you drop into your headspace? You want mama to help?" You grabbed Jacob's hand and pulled him up and pulled him into your lap. He whined and laid his head on your shoulder. You traced circles into his back.

"Mama could... put you in your jammies... get you your softest blankie... read a book to ya... get you a bottle... with cinnamon in it. Even put you in your highchair if you want while you watch cartoons..." You listed off all of his favorite little things to try and help him fall easier into the headspace.

Slowly, Jake blinked at you while his thumb nail inched up to his mouth. "Ah, ah baby no. Do you want a paci instead?" Jacob just groaned and blushed, hiding his face in your shoulder.

"It's already to be little baby, you need it." Jake nodded as he talked, his voice muffled by your shoulder. "I know, I just can't get my thoughts to stop..." You sighed, you weren't gonna let him fight it anymore. "Baby, you need to go down. I'll even let you bring Hopsie to the table if you let me make you some din-din." You hoped mentioning Jake's beloved stuffed bunny would help him fully slip.

Jake's eyes finally lit up at that. He was teetering on the edge now. "Maccy cheesy?!" You nodded, smiling. "Hopsie can sit with you at the table while you eat your Maccy cheesey baby, yes. Now you wanna go and get in some jammies?" Jake nodded enthusiastically, fully dropped now.

"That's a good boy. Which ones you want baby?" You asked as you put Jacob on your hip and brought him into his nursery. "The one with the bunny ears mama, so I can match Hopsie!" Jacob exclaimed, referring to the yellow onesie with bunnies all over it that had a hood with bunny ears attached.

"Good choice bubba are you gonna stay still while mama gets you dressed?" Jacob smiled and nodded but you knew he was too squirmy and ticklish to stay still.

As always, Jake laughed and squirmed while you changed him into his clothes and brought him downstairs to the highchair. "Alright baby, you ready for your maccy cheese?" Jake nodded, smacking his hands excitedly on the highchair tray.

Suddenly, his eyes widened. "Wait mama! Can't eat yet, gotta have Hopsie with me!" You chuckled. "Oh that's right! Silly mama, how could I forget, where did you have him last baby?" Jake pointed behind you at his toy box that held all his littlespace toys. "We were playing hide and seek... he hid in my toybox!" You gasped excitedly as you walked over to the toybox and looked inside to find Hospie. He was a cream colored bunny that was wearing a bowtie and a suit vest. "Found him baby!"

Jacob squealed, reaching out for his friend. "Hopsie! Come eat with me, Hopsie!" You smiled and propped the stuffie up on the table. "He has to stay here baby, he can sit with you but we don't want him to sit too close and get him dirty got it?" Jake pouted before nodded. "Yes, mama... after dinner can we cuddle on the couch... and.. and watch Clifford?" You nodded as you gave Jake a kiss on the forehead before walking into the kitchen to get the ingredients for his Mac and cheese. "Of course we can baby. Anything you want."

@crypticminx @sillybookmarks @eee-lordy

[jackienautism]

fire emblem update part three!! i played a BUNCH yesterday and am probably going to finish my first playthrough tonight!! update on character opinions - while my overall ranking of the eagles hasn't changed, i will say that both linhardt and ferdinand have gotten sooo much more special to me post timeskip. similar thing happened with hubert actually, where i like him even more but he's staying in the same spot on my rankings.

DOROTHEA IS MAKING ME SO EMOTIONAL POSTSKIP like. ending the war For Her <333 she and bernie and caspar are still my besties in the whole world. this getting redundant but. i am LOVING bernie postskip. caspar too! i got all of his supports with petra since my last ask and im rotating them in my head they are so interesting to me. actually i had really not gotten too many supports between characters by my last ask and i've been trying to get the ones im most interested in currently and like. i am rotating these guys and their dynamics in my head they are sooo interesting to me. sooo mad bernie and petra don't have an a support </3 i want more of them.

im trying my best to avoid killing any of the former allies. so far i've avoided killing ignatz, let seteth and flayn run away, recruited lysithea, avoided killing hilda, and spared claude. had to kill leonie bc she would not stop killing caspar and bernie no matter what i did. and i killed alois.

little bit sad that i'm missing out on the potential angst this playthrough of having like... only one blue lion kill the rest but. there's always another playthrough! i'm def gonna play all the routes (although honestly i'm gonna have a tough time on the church path.... idk it's one thing to fight edie without being closer to her but it's gonna feel sooo bad to like. directly betray her) but i'm probably gonna replay CF being a little more careful with who i recruit from a story standpoint.

semi related but MAN im LOVING the edelgrid posting im thinking about them soooo hard rn. anyway. on to finish the playthrough! already plotting my next playthrough which is gonna be VW. sort of considering who i want to recruit for that one bc so many of my favorites are in the black eagles so for maximum angst potential i should recruit one or maybe two. but who to pick.... or maybe im lying bc maximum angst would just be killing them all. and then at the same time. what if i just decided to save as many people as possible. what then. minimum angst.

anyway! im going to be thinking about these characters forever now. this game is basically the perfect storm in terms of media that's gonna have me thinking about it for a while (big cast with interesting concepts that could definitely be dug into way deeper, and tons of possible dynamics to think about) so. thank you for your posting about it because i found myself suddenly with an abundance of unscheduled free time and i am. definitely enjoying it now! also side note but i lovee how so many of these characters come with adorable nicknames. i love calling them like. bernie and hubie and edie like yessss those are my besties <333333

YIOPPEEEEE OHHH GOOD FOR YOU GOOD FOR YOU... IM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT YOURE CLOSE TO FINISHING YOUR FIRST FIRE EMBLEM PLAYTHROUGH EVER HEHE and maybe even by now you may have finished it? but regardless, super happy for you my friend<3 AND RIIIGHT,.. THEY JUST GROW ON YOU POST TIMESKIP... sooo glad the same happened w/ ferdie and hubie for you! next time you check in you def have to submit or create your Official black eagles ranking! id love to see!!!

DOROTHEA IS SOOOOOO GOOD AND FULLL OF ANGST POST TIMESKIP AAAGH YEAH. THATS WHY SHES SO SPECIAL 2 ME.... THE ARC W/ HER DEPRESSION IS JUST.... GOSH. so gladyou're ending the war for her aand only her<333 i support that sentiment 10000% i still have to go through the black eagles supports w/ each other (i enjoy getting them myself... hence why i dont just watch them on youtube or smth. plus i havent played through crimson flower in a looong while) but im SOOO happy youve been enjoying tjhe characters and the dynamics between each of them! fire emblem is especiallly good w/ writing stuff like that. and they def did not fall short in this ggame! so i unfortunately cant comment too much on individual stuff but im glad you like the supports<3 ALL OFD THE CHARACTERS DESERVE A SUPPORTS TBH!!!!!! luckily im pretty sure there are more supports in three hopes so if youre interested for more content you can always loook them up on youtube :o

understand why youd try your best to avoid killing former classmates,def makes it a bit more difficult but ): it's super fucked up, especially in the perspective of the characters. the angst potential is sooo good but sometimes i am Weak of Heart. so im glad to hear that you were able to spare / recruit most of them! rip to leonie and alois though. i defunderstand alois bc wasnt he abt to do some shit during the battle for the monastery? makes sense why youd need / want to get rid of him asap

FDJGDFBG GLAD THAT YOURE LOOKING FORWARD TO THE POTENTIAL ANGST????? did you only recruit sylvain and ingrid this route? or were you able to recruit felix as well? sorry i remember you saying you liked felix but i cant remember if you recruited him or not! but yeah im sure the crimson flower!blue lions is esp....... hard for them. considering that 3 of them were close friends w/ dimitri as children. but thats whats so GOOD about it..... there's so much angst in that alone. ouugh what are your plans for a future crimson flower route regarding the blue lions :o? BUT YEAH. SILVER SNOW (THE CHURCH ROUTE) IS GONNA BE ROUGH LMAO I DONT WANNA GO AGAINST / BETRAY EDIE LET ALONE THE REST OF THE BLACK EAGLES.... its gonna be tough but we'll make it through </3 that is why i am putting it off for as longas possible👍

HEHEH SO GLAD YOUVE ENJOYED ME GOING BATSHIT OVER EDELGARD / INGRID. SOMETHING SPOKE TO ME AND THEY JSUT..... GOD. YEAH. HAPPY YOU UNDERSTAND. fdjndfg i totally understand that want to like. get as painful as possible but for me personally. whille i HATE separating the black eagles from edie. i just cant be without them and kill them in battle i jusr CANT .... so props to you for wanting to do that! i will sauy though theres alreyad enough angst surrounding edie and hubie if you choose to save everyone else in the BE.... it just. it fucked me up, so have fun in VW<3 good luck w./ the rest of crimson flower if you stilll havent finished and verdant wind when you get to it :D!!!!

<3333 SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT MY SILLY POSTING AND MUSINGS GOT YOU TO PLAY AND THEREFORE ENJOY THE GAME!!!!!! MY WORK HERE IS CERTAINLY DONE... also happy that this new piece of media gave you more shit to think about<3 theres def a bunch to think about in terms of three houses man...... AND RIIIGHT THE NICKNAMES ARS SOC UTE..... ADN THEF ACT MOST OF THEM CAME FROM DOROTHEA ALONE MAKES ME SO ........ GOD . GIOD.

[gucciwins]

well kept secret

everything led up to now...to this very moment

Word count: 9569

A/N: hi friends! this was suppose to be short and sweet but well it's now this long story that i hope you love.

Warnings: smuttttt! (i know you enjoy that)

please do let me know what you thought of the story and please reblog! <333

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She's never been more thankful for her job than she is at this moment. 

The feel of his lips on her throat, showering her in bruises she'll proudly display tomorrow for all to see. It's not an ideal relationship, but God does she like him. Y/N knows love is just around the corner, and she can't wait to explore that further with Harry.

 It seems everyone had been waiting for the band to break that would bring them. After a long few years, tonight was the night. Most everyone had bet their money on last weekend, of them getting together finally happening, but it seemed at every turn someone needed his attention.

To understand how she got here to Harry sitting her on his vanity, his fingers wrapped around her throat as he pounds into her as hard as he can, we need to go back a bit. 

Y/N is Tom Skogs' assistant manager, so in a way, Harry Styles is her boss. She was petrified when she first got the job even though she heard nothing but good things. She was nervous and hoped they'd take her on for longer than a few months. That they would offer her a permanent position. That she'd feel welcome among them. 

And Y/N did. 

On her first day, she felt odd not bringing anything to the office. So, she decided on cookies; everyone loved cookies. Then she thought of it and realized some might not like chocolate, or a person happens to be vegan. That's how she ended up taking six different types of cookies on her first day. 

Everyone happened to love them, which she was thankful for. It also wasn't something she did again because her nerves settled soon after. Y/N was introduced to most of the team on her first day, and everyone was so kind. It was clear that day that everyone on the team respected each other and viewed each other as family, something she hoped to join. 

Y/N didn't meet Harry until her second day when Tom was showing her around what would be her small office space close to him. Although he told her that it would only be used when they were in the city. The job was to follow Harry around full time when Tom could not. 

Meeting Harry was unlike any other day. She showed up bright and early, a sweet iced coffee in one hand and Tom's favorite in the other. Thanks to her waitressing skill, growing up, as well as being a woman having to suffer from pants with useless pockets, she balanced the drinks in one hand and successfully opened the door. What she didn't prepare for was bumping into a large figure as she was heading inside, who happened to be glancing at their phone on their way out. A drink was quick to slip out of her hand, but she was quick to drop her phone in her non-coffee filed hand and make a quick save before it could be a mess she'd be embarrassed to clean. The only victim seemed to be her cream linen pants she had paired with her pale pink cardigan to keep her warm in the cold office. 

"I'm sorry." The man apologizes. "That was a nice safe." The man's deep voice fills her ears. 

He's reaching down for her phone, and she doesn't dare look, fearing it might have reached its end. 

"Is it broken?" Y/N asks in a low voice, so the pain of the answer isn't brutal. 

She hears a wince making her quickly turn her head to his hands, but all she sees is her lock screen of her and her nephew sitting under a cherry blossom tree. The biggest smile on her face as her nephew gave her the sloppiest kiss. It was her favorite, and she knew she had to pay him a visit soon. 

"You tricked me." She accuses looking up at him, and that's when she tries her best to stay neutral. Her boss was standing in front of her. Harry Styles, in all his glory, was giving her a toothy grin as he fidgeted with her phone in hand. "Hi," she breathes out.

He chuckles, "sorry about that. You looked frightened, and well, my mum taught me that laughter is the best way to take it away."

Y/N nods, smiling. "Well, it worked." 

They stay staring at each other for a moment longer until Harry clears his throat. "I'm Harry. It's nice to meet you." 

"Oh, I know," he quirked an eyebrow at her, and she froze. "I mean–you're my boss. Well, Tom's my boss, but you're his boss. So, you're both our bosses," she rambles on. "What I meant to say, I'm Y/N." 

"Well, Y/N, welcome to the team. Tom and Jeff were thrilled to welcome you on, as am I." 

"Thank you, Mr. Styles. I appreciate that." 

Harry was about to speak again when Tom came out of his office looking for her. 

"Y/N, you just came in?" 

"Yes, got you a coffee." She raises the cup, and he happily accepts it, taking a long drink before he squeezes her shoulder. 

"I appreciate you." 

That's when Tom seems to notice Harry. "H, thought you left already."

"Ran into Y/N here." 

"On purpose?" 

"No, of course not. I was on my phone, and I didn't see her." He explains sheepishly. "She's got wicked reflexes." 

Tom smirks, "maybe someone can finally beat you in ping-pong."

"Don't start." Harry shakes his head. "You any good Y/N?" 

Tom doesn't give you a chance to answer, "don't answer that, or he'll have a ping-pong table by the end of the day here challenging you until you lose." 

"I'm not very competitive." She frowns. "My sister and I have a rather large age gap, so the competition was never instilled in me." 

"You have a sister?" Harry asks curiously, clearly trying to learn more about you.

"Not happening. You want to get to know her, ask her out. Right now, she's got work to do." 

Y/N feels her face heat up, trying her best to move past what Tom just said. "Right, I'll be going. Nice meeting you, Mr. Styles."

She walks away before either man can answer her. From a distance, you can hear Tom teasing Harry, and well, Y/N decided she liked Harry. 

"Y/N," she turns just as she settles at her desk that had yet to be decorated. All that fills her small space is a photo her nephew drew for her of them playing in the snow, standing out on the black sheet of paper she had him use. Then a photo of her and her best friend when they had gone to Jamaica last summer. 

"Yes?"

"Your phone," he extends his hand, causing their fingers to brush for a second. It was enough to leave her flustered once more.

"Thank you, be a mess without it." 

Y/N smiles at him, waiting for him to say more, but Harry stops himself. 

"I'll see you around?" He asks, slowly backing away. 

"You most definitely will."

And, of course, the pair of them did. All Y/N's work consisted of being around Harry, making sure he was on time, contacting new partners, and reading contracts. It was lots of work, but Y/N enjoyed every bit of it. By her six months, Y/N could handle just about anything, which is also when she was told she'd be there permanently (or until she gained enough experience to manage her own clients). 

Harry had become a good friend over the course of those months. There was endless traveling to do as he was writing his second album. There was a lot for him to do, and her job was to remind him and oversee him when necessary. This also led to lots of downtime. Watching him write and sing a song with his team was beautiful, and it constantly left her in awe of Harry. 

Y/N grew closer to Harry because he took every chance to learn something new about her. How she liked her coffee, how, on her busiest days, a grey earl tea with a splash of milk, and Y/N's personal favorite, her opinion on a song. At first, she wouldn't dare sit inside the recording studio with them, feeling as if she was intruding. Still, once Harry introduced her to everyone, she opened up and stayed for longer periods. Soon enough, she'd bring her laptop daily and do her work there. The first time Harry asked for an opinion on a song, she held back. Harry noticed and told her that if he asked, it was because he valued her opinion. Now she was no expert but adding trumpets to "Watermelon Sugar" was an idea that turned out to be a hit. She learned from Kid, one of Harry's songwriters, that song was one of the first ones they wrote and could not finish. Needed a fresh pair of ears, and they were thankful it was her.

The making of the album was a process, so was releasing singles and setting interviews. Harry expressed he'd be lost without her. Tom made her job easy, always telling her she was doing brilliantly until she wasn't. 

It was a long day of meetings. The album was releasing soon, and One Night Only was in shambles. The number of tickets released, the large number of general admission, and how unsafe it could be. Y/N brought it up because she knew his fans liked to show support and would likely be camping out. Well, it seemed to be a tipping point for everything. More than a few people got upset because she was right, and why didn't she speak up sooner. That this would look bad on them directly if anyone wasn't careful. It's safe to say that was one of her lowest days. 

That was also the day she realized Harry was her friend. That he genuinely cared about her. They made dinner plans, but she forgot all about it, accidentally blowing him off, something not like her. So, he did what she thought no one did and went out to find her. He checked the office when her phone went straight to voicemail. He found Tom and Jeff still there discussing options. 

Both neglected Harry's concern for Y/N and instead asked for his opinion to fix the solution. Harry frowned because Y/N had spoken to him about this, and he proposed a plan. That's when he realized that instead of letting her tell them about her plan, they blew up on her. Harry felt her pain and understood why she had been ignoring him. 

"Right, she most likely emailed you," Harry explains. "Apologizing endlessly as well, no doubt. Do me a favor, read it over, and then get her a nice gift. Y/N deserves it."

Harry ran out, leaving them alone, and made his way to her house but not before making a stop and getting her favorite ice cream and wine. Not sure what mood she might be in. 

Hearing the knock outside the door was like a bucket of cold water being dropped on her as she knew who was standing outside. 

An apology was ready when she opened the door, but that died off when she saw Harry holding wine and two strawberry shortcake ice cream pints. 

"Up for some company?" 

"Always if it's you." She let him enter and let herself relax into his side as she cherished the company. 

It's safe to say that's when they both began to fall. Though it would still be two years until they crossed that line.

Once the world halted that March, Y/N thought it might all change, but she was suffering. As much as she loved being with Harry, there was no work to do. Just pray that things get better and go back to a new normal. 

Y/N was independent. That's what everyone told her growing up. But being away from home for so long was taking a toll on her, especially since the first few months she was staying alone. All her fault because she had people reach out, but she declined, not wanting to be a bother. Harry was one of them. He was already staying with so many friends. She didn't want to add to the stress of an already large house. 

Harry constantly checked up on her, sending her endless packets of Kn95 masks, wanting her to be stocked up. There were daily facetime calls and groceries delivered to her small apartment. Y/N made sure to let him know she was thinking of him, constantly sending him letters in the mail, sending him new songs she thought he'd like, and puzzles lots of them. 

It was all going well until it wasn't. She was having a hard time being alone. She missed London. As lovely as California was, it wasn't home. Harry called when she was having her pity party, and she told him everything. Told him how alone she felt and wished the numbers would drop. That the borders would open so she could go home. She wanted a hug that she wished she could see Harry and hold him a face through a screen no longer enough. 

Harry promised her he'd take care of it. She didn't know what he meant by that, but a week later, there was a knock on her door, and he was there. Suitcase at his side, asking her if she'd take him in. Promised her that he got tested, knowing that she had less exposure than him and did not want to risk her getting sick, which is why he took seven days to arrive the small distance. 

Safe to say, she stayed in his arms for the rest of the day. Harry didn't realize how restless he really was until he had her in his arms. He reasoned he missed her, but he knew it was because a part of him was missing. 

Y/N didn't need anything else as long as she had Harry. Jeff reached out to them as soon as the ban was lifted. Flights were filling up fast, but Harry got them a flight home, and off they went. Y/N thought they'd be going their separate ways again, but instead, he told her to pick a place, either hers or his, and well, Harry did have the more extensive book collection. 

The time together due to the pandemic allowed them to get to know each other in a way they had never let anyone else before. There were so many times she came close to telling him her feelings, but that slight chance he didn't feel the same held her back. It did for so long. She would rather keep him in her life than even think she could lose him for a second.

Every day she fell more and more, but she was content to be at his side. She was happy to love him as her best friend, even if it was never anything more. Everyone assured her he felt the same, but it wasn't enough to make her confess. 

It seems everyone could see their love but them.

But like they say, the journey makes the sweetest love story. 

~~~~~ ~~~~~

It was now 2022, and everyone was settling into a new normal. Masks were still being worn, and almost everyone was double vaccinated. After the U.S. tour, a break was needed; due to all the precautions taken and the level of success, everyone deserves a lovely holiday. As everyone prepared for what would be a year-long tour with movie tour press in between. Not forgetting to mention the release of a third album. 

It’s crazy to think that when she started to work with Harry many years ago, it would lead her to be here backstage where Harry was headlining his second weekend of Coachella. Over 100,000 people were there to view his performance and sing his songs back to him. Y/N was proud of Harry, and she’d never let him forget it.

The first weekend was a success. Harry shined in a sequined jumpsuit reminding her of the beautiful rainbow fish. He was a shining rainbow on stage bouncing around, the biggest smile on his face. Shania Twain, as his special guest, was one she’d never forget. She remembered the first time she drove him around for meetings and how he took charge of the aux and sang nothing but Shania Twain, saying the singer was his favorite, and it showed as he never missed a single word in all her songs. 

Y/N had work to do the morning after already having to prepare for the following week by speaking with the crew about any changes made as well as confirming with the next surprised guest manager to keep it as secret as possible. The work seemed to be never-ending. Harry convinced them all to stay the weekend, wanting to support the other artists, and well, there was a packed festival where no one would recognize him due to all the bandana and hat-wearing. Harry would blend right in. and he did not a single photo of him in the crowd surfaced. That Monday afternoon, she was driving back with Harry as she had been staying in his guest room as he didn’t like being alone when in this city. Y/N knew why and well, she enjoyed his company as well. 

After one of the most tiring weeks of her job, it was time to watch what Harry does best to be a rockstar in front of thousands. 

“Shortcake?” Harry yelled from inside his dressing room as Y/N hung up from a call with Alessandro assuring him that the outfit was in perfect condition. That nickname, ever since that ice cream and wine night stuck, and well, she wasn’t going to lie and say that her stomach fluttered every time she heard him call her that. 

“Yes, H.” 

“This looks weird.” 

Y/N stops herself from rolling her eyes, “remember, you were born with the third nipple.” 

She hears him laugh before he sees him hiding in the bathroom and not in front of the vanity as she expected him to be. 

“Got to show me so I can decide if you’re wrong or not.” 

“Fine.” 

Y/N takes a seat in the comfortable vanity chair, legs crossed as she picks at her nails, knowing he’ll be a few minutes. 

He walks toward her, his face looking down at the floor until he stops to stand right in front of her. 

“Going to look at me?” She frowns, seeing how nervous he looks, which only happens when he feels embarrassed.

Harry lets out a deep sigh, then lifts his head slowly. There’s smudged eyeliner on one eye and a perfect line on the other. Y/N does her best to hold back a laugh, but it escapes her. 

“Which one was the end goal?” 

“The smudged one, obviously,” he huffs out.

The laugh escapes Y/N as he looks away, crossing his arms. “Sorry, H.” 

“No, you’re mean.”

“Come on, let me wipe it clean. This is why you always wait for me.” 

Harry pouts, “thought I was getting better.” 

“We can see you have not.” 

“Y/N!” 

She shrugs as if saying she wasn’t wrong. She hardly ever is. “That’s why we practice.” 

“Can’t even go on stage with it.” He mutters, a frown sitting on his face. 

“You know you could if you wanted to.” Y/N stands from the chair, pushing Harry to take her place as she looks for the makeup remover and her special cloth. Once she has everything, she gently places a finger under Harry’s chin to look up at her. His eyes are open as he smiles fondly at her. Y/N knows this specific stare. It’s one of gratitude. It’s one she always sees displayed on his face towards her. 

“I know,” she knows they’re both thinking back to Harryween, where Harry wore two outfits he was incredibly proud of with a beautiful glammed face both nights. 

“Now, close those pretty eyes.” 

Harry takes one long last stare at her before letting his eyes fall closed. 

Y/N tries her best to be gentle, knowing how easily irritated Harry could get when he missed a spot of the black makeup. He stated that it always made his eyes water. 

“Are you even doing it?” Harry asks after a few minutes of silence. 

“Don’t feel it?” Y/N smiles to herself, proud at her accomplishment of cleaning one eye successfully and needing to do one more.

Harry giggles, “no. Are you always this careful?” 

“Course I am. You’re precious cargo.” 

Y/N notes how Harry didn’t say anything but notes the pink blush that appears on his cheeks, making him look flushed. She decides not to bring it up; instead just basks, knowing that she was the reason for his blushing. 

A few more moments, and she’s finished. 

“All done.”

“Thank you, shortcake.” 

She shrugs him off, “what else am I here for?” 

“A lot or my life would be falling apart.” 

The smile on his face is broad, and well, Y/N has a fun time teasing Harry; he always gives it back, “well, someone’s got to cash in your checks.” 

“Oi, want me for my money then.”

“Obviously, H. I want the lavish lifestyle you got me used to.” 

“Lavish, you live in a small flat where you could have bought a proper home by now.” 

“Now, now, Styles. I don’t need to be living in a mansion when it’s only me.” 

“You weren’t saying that last year when you lived with me?” 

“Actually, I did because we were constantly dusting everything.”

“Oh, hush up,” Harry frowns at her, knowing how right she was. It was a lot of space for one person, but he loved having guests, and hopefully, in the future, he saw it becoming a family home.

Y/N loves this, spending time with Harry. It never feels forced, and she knows that he takes her words into consideration. She also meant it when she said he treated her lavishly, showering her with unnecessary gifts. Always flying first class and private jet during tour when it was needed. He sent her macaroons whenever she did something he was incredibly proud of (all the time, Harry liked to say), and if she didn’t put a stop to it, her home would be filled with macaroons. A girl can only take so much. 

“Tonight should be fun.” 

Harry hums, staring down at his phone, ignoring Y/N, and that’s her cue to leave. She gets up from leaning against the vanity and goes to walk out when a hand reaches out and grabs her elbow. 

“H?” 

“Stay.” 

“What for? Clearly busy.” 

Harry smirks, “jealous, shortcake.” 

“Nothing to be jealous about,” she states. 

“How are you so sure?” The stare he is giving her is intense. Harry’s challenging her. 

Y/N hesitates. She could say something; she knows him well enough to know that was Jeff texting him, checking in, and asking him for the hundredth time if he was sure of the setlist. 

“I know your schedule like the back of my hand.” 

“Thought that was only Luis,” he mocks. “So, tell me, who was I texting? Since it did nothing to get your blood boiling.” 

“Jeff.” She states matter of fact. 

“Wrong,” he breathes. 

Y/N quirks a brow at his reply, “Glenne.” 

“Wrong again.” 

“I’m never wrong,” Y/N reminds him confidently. “You’re lying.” 

Harry smirks, taking one step closer to her, not an inch of space between them.

“It was Jeff.” 

The smile on her face grows, “told you.”

“There’s something else. One last secret I’ve been hiding.” 

“Not a secret if I know about it.” 

He chuckles, “sound pretty confident, love.” 

“That’s because I am.” 

His hands rest on her waist, his touch light quick to remove if she were to ask though they both know she won’t. 

“So, tell me, what’s my secret that no one but you knows.” 

Y/N grins, letting her eyes meet his playful green orbs. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. You think no one knows, but the truth is everyone knows.”

“If everyone knows, why haven’t you said anything?” 

“Not my secret to speak out on.” 

Harry nods, “would you want me to share?” 

“Only if you want to?” Y/N assures him. 

“I’ll tell you. We can see if you were right.” 

“You know I will be,” she declares. 

“I l–” 

“Harry, have you seen–” 

As the door is swung open, Harry and Y/N jump apart as if their worlds weren’t about to collide. It seemed the secret would remain hidden for a while longer. 

"Did I interrupt something?" Glenne asks, a suspicious look on her face.

"No, shortcake's all yours."

"H," Y/N breathes out, reaching out for him. 

Harry leans in, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I'll find you. Got a secret to share," he whispers. 

"Promise?" Y/N needs to hear him say it. She needs to know if she'll be in his arms for a completely different meaning than just a congratulatory hug by tonight. 

"Promise. Y/N." 

Glenne drags Y/N out, going on about something Tom and Jeff were discussing and that they couldn't figure out without her. At that moment, she wished she wasn't needed. She wanted to be back with Harry. She wanted to know what would have happened if Glenne didn't barge in on them.

It seemed like it'd have to wait for now. 

The night soon falls over the crowd of endless people here to support Harry. Everyone sitting around sipping a drink to soothe the thick warm desert air. Y/N had a watermelon-inspired drink that Glenne fetched for her, letting her know that she asked for a double shot of tequila. That was enough for Y/N to get through the night, especially if there would be more to come at the after-party with Lizzo tonight that Harry made her promise she'd attend instead of like a recluse going back to the rented home for the weekend to sleep the day off. 

"Babes, where's H?" Sarah asked her as she adjusted the top of her jumpsuit. 

"Getting ready with Lambert." 

Sarah held back a smirk, "surprised you're not in there."

"Not a stylist." Y/N reminds her. 

"Yeah, but the man is like a puppy, always needing you by his side." 

"Shut up. We are not always together." 

"I beg to differ," Mitch comments. 

"Well, Mitch, you sure know when to give your input." Y/N teases, knowing that Mitch was the most observant person in the group yet the least talkative. 

"Promise you'll tell him, the guy's head over heels in love but him out of his misery." 

"He is not." Y/N tries to brush it off because, of course, he wasn't. 

"Can someone find my shortcake? She hasn't talked to me in over an hour." Harry's voice booms around everyone as his dressing room door is swung open and closed just as quickly as he came. 

All eyes are on Y/N. There's no denying they were right. It seems tonight would be the night it all changed. She just hoped they were all right about his feelings. She knew the chances were in her favor. 

"You rang, your highness?" 

"Y/N, love. Where did you go?" 

"Having some drinks with the crew. A bit of smoking." She shrugs. 

Harry's eyes widened, "you smoked?" 

"Course not, dummy. I'll ruin my liver, not my lungs."

"You're a weekend drinker, like every three months." He states, knowing very well she's careful. 

She shrugs, "gosh, you do know everything about me." 

"Cause–"

"–H, why aren't you dressed?" Lambert asks, frowning. 

"Y/N," 

She interrupts Harry before he can continue. "Was just leaving?"

"Shortcake?"

"Edward." 

Harry rolls his eyes at her, and the smile on his face is large on display for you. "Meet me backstage." 

"Not a problem, boss man."

"Hate when you call me that," he grumbles. 

"That's why she does it," Lambert answers as Y/N leaves the trailer laughing. 

Pauli offered her a drink as she approached him. She knocked it back without taking a moment to think about it. If she was going to confess her feelings tonight, the liquor courage would be a significant help. 

Y/N walked backstage with the band. Elin talked her ear off about how excited she was to be together again. Niji had called in earlier to wish them all luck. She'd miss him and his special 'Sunflower' into he did with Harry. He would always be part of the family; everyone had assured him of that. 

Soon enough, Jeff walked up with Harry, and she didn't wait for a second before excusing herself to go speak with him. They were running on limited time. 

"You remind me of strawberry shortcake?" Y/N tells Harry as she looks him up and down. He does a spin as she claps, only egging him on now, making his way closer to her exaggerating his hip movements. A proper model walk he has perfected.  

"Remind you of anyone, shortcake?" He teases. 

"Me?" 

"Course. You're my biggest inspiration." 

Y/N rolls her eyes, not believing a single word, not allowing herself to see the sincerity in his eyes. "Sure, rockstar." 

Always flirting, it never got old. It did leave her yearning for more. 

"I think I'm a cute strawberry." 

"You are," she assures him. "Promise me something?"

"Anything, love." 

His eyes are locked with hers, "wear a cowboy hat tonight for me." She wags her eyebrows at him, hoping he gets what she implies.

"Shortcake!" He yells. 

She giggles, "what? It'll be a sign to tell me you love me."

Harry steps closer, brushing the loose hair out of her face, "you know I love you," he kisses the top of your head.

"A reminder never hurt, bestie." 

Harry takes a moment to take her in. She knows she looks like a mess, her makeup smudged and hair a mess as the wind was starting to pick up. She ditched the pretty outfits and settled for heart embroidered flares and paired it with Harry's "My Life is Crap" sweatshirt that he had stained; she took the sweater home to fix, and instead of giving it back, she kept it. Harry never asked for it back. She knew he was okay with it. He was big on sharing clothes with friends, though he always seemed to keep track of who took what. 

"The secret, love. Do you want to know?"

"Now?" She asked, surprised, minutes before his performance. 

He grins and nods. "Now." 

"Three minutes, H." Tom comes over, patting Harry's shoulders. Tom looks over at Y/N, seeing her frowning, and Harry, who was now toying with his rings, and Tom winces. "Did I ruin a moment?" 

Y/N feels her face heat up as Harry fakes a cough, "course not, shortcake here was wishing me luck." 

"As if you need it," Tom tells him proudly, knowing the second Harry is on stage, he'll feel right at home. 

Y/N shrugs, "a little luck never hurt nobody." 

"Be safe, out there." Harry brings her in for a hug, holding her tight to his chest before letting her go. Both get lost in the safety and comfort of being in each other's arms; they don't notice Tom slip away or hear Anthony clicking away with his camera. 

"Always," Y/N promises.

The flutter in her stomach is stronger now, and it gives her the extra courage to lean up and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

 "Go shine, H. I love you." 

Harry's eyes widen as she steps back, sending him a sheepish smile as he's guided to the back of the stage as he gets ready to go under the stairs to be lifted up to make his grand entrance. 

"Shortcake!" His voice booming, begging for her to go back to him. 

Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She didn't expect to let the bomb drop, especially minutes before one of his biggest shows. Except that they kept getting interrupted, and she knows Harry. She knows him so well that he would not bring it up until he found the perfect moment again. There was no chance of knowing when that would be again. So she took the opportunity and ran. 

Y/N turns around, blowing him a kiss as she hears him call for her again, but he's needed on stage, and she needs to be a good friend and manager cheering for him. Y/N hurries to catch up with Glenne wanting to catch Harry as soon as he is on stage. There is a very important conversation that will need to take place after. 

There's no surprise to how excellent Harry was doing on stage. He was born for this. Thrived off the energy the crowd was giving back to him, but most importantly, he loved doing it. Harry always put his entire heart into the performance, which always made him stand out to Y/N. She knows she will never get tired of watching him on stage. 

Every moment is special, from opening up with his latest single to singing Harry and Y/N's go-to karaoke song with Lizzo. Then for the briefest second wears a pink cowboy hat he managed to catch. He did not look her way, not for a second, but she knew it was for her.

"Now, this song, I wrote a few years ago. When someone special to me shifted from a friend to my best friend. This is 'late night talking.'" 

Y/N feels herself freeze. Harry didn't tell her this. She had listened to the album countless times and never assumed any could be about her. 

"Most are heavily inspired by you." She sees Tom (Kid Harpoon) leaning in close, sharing one of Harry's well-kept secrets. 

"The entire album?" 

"You're all he talks about." 

"But he?" Y/N freezes. 

It couldn't be.

 Harry's gone out on dates. He's had flings. There was even that potential relationship, but he shut that down quickly once he saw how his partner didn't get along with her. Her failed dates always led her to spending the night at Harry's. Y/N seemed to be at the center of everything. If Harry was involved, she was around and vice versa. They were each other's better halves. It took them too long. 

Now Y/N may have said the words right before Harry took the stage. It seemed this was how she left Harry to make his confession through what he knows best, music and the friends around them. 

"He loves you." Glenne squeezes Y/N's hand, guiding her attention back to the stage.  

"And I love him."

As the show was coming to a close, she made her way backstage alone. Y/N was a woman on a mission, and nothing would stop her. She needed to speak with Harry, and she knew everyone would come swarming soon enough. 

Harry is still shining bright as he sings the final song for the night, while Y/N feels like she might explode as she counts down the seconds until he's at her side. Y/N spotted Lizzo watching from the side stage as well. When given the opportunity to see Harry from a different perspective, she knows that everyone says yes; only a fool would say no. 

As much as Y/N loves when he tries to spot her in the crowd sending her a smile or blowing her a kiss, and his personal favorite swaying his hips at her to get a laugh out of her, which he always accomplishes. Y/N's favorite spot was right there, off to the side, so the first thing she could see was the disbelief falling over Harry as he realized what a show it was. The smile that takes place is one she thinks about often. It's pure joy and special only for his team to see. The rare moment he openly reflects in front of everyone that this is his job and he loves everyone second of it, not sure how to display how grateful he is for each person in his life. But they know. Y/N knows.

Y/N backs away from the edge to move further behind the curtains where Harry will no longer be visible to the crowd. He does a final wave, removing his in-ears and turning off the mic box clipped to his waist. Harry quickly hands it off to Pez, who is patiently waiting. Pez walked away as quickly as he appeared. 

Harry took one look around the room before his eyes landed on Y/N. She also looked around, making sure it was her he was looking at. It only proved to be true when he started walking straight toward her. A serious look on his face, no smile, no frown. She couldn't tell if he was angry or happy. It's as if he put a shield around himself that blocked her from seeing him. 

"Harry," she voiced carefully, her hands up as she was going in defense as if it would help calm him down if that was needed. 

He didn't say a word. No, what Harry did next surprised her to the core. He took one look around her, then a look around the now empty backstage, and he kissed her. 

Harry kissed her. 

His soft pink lips connected with hers in a breathtaking kiss that left her frozen for a second. Her brain turned to mush, and she forgot how to move. When she felt him begin to pull away, she reacted. Her arms snaked around under the pink jeweled vest and rested on his warm back pulling him closer against her. She kissed him back, finding a steady rhythm as they let their mouths get acquainted. 

Y/N never wanted this to end, never wanted to go back to not having his lips against hers. 

Harry pulls away breathless, Y/N fears he's going to leave, and she tightens her hands resting on his hips. He chuckles, leaning his head down to press a kiss on her forehead. 

"Not going anywhere." 

The look in his eyes is sincere. She knows he means it. 

"What was that?" 

"Believe that's what you call a kiss, shortcake." 

She bites back a laugh, "H, was that just a friendly kiss." 

Harry laughs out loud, and she feels it warm her heart. That she pulled that out of him. "You go around kissing all your friends like that, love?" He's teasing her, and she loves it. 

"No, course not."

"Well, neither do I."

Good. 

That's good. 

This means…what does it mean?

Harry leans in again to kiss her, but she stops him. He pouts, not at all hiding his disappointment. "Come here, kiss me." 

"Wait…" 

He makes it hard to resist him, but she persists. "What, shortcake?" 

"Are you just trying to get some of tonight's adrenaline out?" She gestures to his problem that's straining against his pink trousers. 

He looks surprised at her question. Harry shakes his head, his eyes full of amusement. 

"Oh, my precious baby." 

She frowns, "H?" 

"What did you tell me before the show?" 

Y/N feels a heat rush to her face. "You know what I said." 

He tuts, clicking his tongue. "Tell me." 

"I love you," Y/N breathes out. "That's what I said." 

Harry can't stop himself and leans in to steal a quick kiss. "My secret, my big secret, Y/N. It's that I love you. Might have loved you since you held my hand as I threw up after I got food poisoning." 

"Not your finest moment." 

He chuckles, "no, it was not, but you were there." 

"Well, you called me." 

"Didn't have to show up." 

Y/N sighs, "course I had to. You've been there for me."

"And I always will be."

She feels happy this conversation took place. Also, extremely sad they tiptoed around each other for so long when they could have been doing something entirely different. Could have been loving each other with no fear. But honestly, she wouldn't change anything for a moment because she knew she would have ended up here no matter what. 

Harry's done talking; they can figure out the rest later. He decides to take them out of the open space, taking her to a secluded corner, not having the patience to wait to make the walk to his private trailer. Harry has her pressed against the wall, his lips against her as he ravishes her. It's fast and hot; she's moving against him, trying her best not to strip him naked and have him take her then and there. 

Y/N's lost in exploring his mouth when he freezes, pulling away from her as she chases his lips. Harry laughs lightly while looking around to see if someone is coming by. When Y/N hears it, someone calls his name. 

"Fuck," she mutters. They must be waiting for him to change. 

"We need to go; we need to see what they want." 

Y/N doesn't like that idea. She has him alone, and she's not going to give him up that easily. She takes a second to think, and then it hits her. All they need to do is send a text. It'll roughly get them half an hour. For right now, it will have to be enough. 

Instead of sharing this with Harry, she brings his lips down to hers. She's addicted now, and the taste of his lips is all she craves. Y/N bites down lightly on his bottom lip, pulling out a gasp from Harry.

"Shh…quiet, baby." She teases.

Harry whimpers against her hand, covering his mouth. She places kisses on his open chest, her teeth grazing over his pulse point. His hands-on her waist hold her tight, and she knows there will be bruises tomorrow. Something she'll look forward to admiring. 

"They're going to hear you, H." She teases but never stops her kisses. She wants to leave bruises. Y/N wants him to look in the mirror and see a reminder of her on his skin. 

"We need to go, love," he mutters as Y/N lowers her hand, trying his best to hold back a moan.

"Here's what we're going to do." She whispers, making sure he's listening as he gives her an okay. Y/N can't stop herself from kissing every inch of her skin. It's why they need to get back to his dressing room.  "I'm going to text Jeff that you need some time alone to decompress. You'll leave the Gucci pieces in the dressing room to be picked up in the next hour." 

"Only an hour," he frowns. 

"Greedy, baby." 

Harry doesn't deny it. 

"That's all the time we have here. We won't be leaving your room all night after the party." 

"After!" His eyes widened in disappointment. 

"Oh, you're precious, H." Y/N pecks his lips, not giving him the chance to reciprocate. "You promised her we'd go. Now we will."

"Fine, that's fine." 

"Knew you could be good." 

Harry moves his right hand up slowly over her jumper. Y/N wants to rip it off in order to feel the cold of his rings. She sees his hand move past her chest and rest on her throat. Y/N holds back a whimper, not having at all expected this. Fuck, she can feel how wet she's getting. 

"Now, who said you were in charge, baby." 

"Harry," she whines. 

He squeezes her throat lightly; Y/N closes her eyes loving the power he has over her. How easily she let him take control. This game of give and take would be one she'd never get tired of. 

Y/N takes her phone out of her pocket and shoots the text. Harry and Y/N are rushing down to the trailer as soon as that's done. There is not a single stop made this time; not until they reach the dressing room trailer labeled "HS" do they let out a sigh of relief.

Harry rushes in, pulling Y/N along with him. He doesn't take another second before he pushes her up against the locked room, his lips against hers moving in perfect harmony. It's not as rushed, but there's a lot more heat as Harry rubs his body against hers. Y/N moves her hands to rest on his shoulders and, in one quick motion, pushes down the pink vest, neither caring that it hits the floor, more serious matters to attend to. 

Her jumper is neck to go, leaving her in a lilac bralette she had gotten a few weeks prior when she went shopping with Molly, who was in desperate need of girl time. Y/N honestly thought no one would see it, but God, she's glad Harry got to. His reaction was everything she dreamed of; his eyes darkened as they focused on her breasts. She knew they looked good, but his dazed look was just as good a confidence boost. 

"Y/N," Harry pants as she moves her lips from his jaw and down to his neck, nipping as she goes. He stops her before she can even reach for his pants button. "No time."

"There's always time," she licks her lips, getting overwhelmed at the thought of getting him in her mouth. 

"Fuck," Harry knows they're on a time limit. "As much as I loved that. I need to feel you. Need to be in you." 

She sighs, "okay, H." 

"Before we go on, I need to say something." 

Y/N stills her hands, hearing the shift in his voice. Instead of fighting him on it, as she usually would, she just looks up to meet his stare and gestures for him to continue. He takes a deep breath before pressing a kiss to her head. "I want this. I want late-night talks. I want to hold hands. I want date nights and meeting each other's families. I want it all with you."

She feels her eyes fill up with tears because there's nothing she wants more than to build this beautiful relationship with him. They've been in each other lives for over four years, and she knows that the best is yet to come 

"I want that, too. I want it all with you, Harry." 

"I promise I will do everything in my power to give you the life you deserve." 

Y/N laughs as Harry wipes away a tear that managed to escape, "as long as I have you, it's all okay."

Now that Y/N and Harry know that this is real and finally happening, they get back to the one thing they need most at the moment, each other. 

Harry is back on her, kissing her as if he never stopped. She's moaning, holding him by the hips wanting no space between them. Her hands travel over the top, resting on the ferns peeking out. She quickly undoes the button as Harry pushes them down and his boxers. Y/N wants to take him in her mouth, wants to have Harry moaning and writhing because of her, wants to bring him to the edge just enough, wants to tease him until he has enough and comes in her mouth. 

Y/N wastes no time bringing her hand to her mouth and licking her hand to get it wet before bringing it back down to touch Harry's hard cock. Harry follows her movement, mesmerized by her touch. She's careful as if he would stop her, she looks up to meet his eyes, and he nods for her to go on. She wraps her hand around his thick length, slowly beginning to pump up and down. His breathing grows harsh, and he throws his head back, letting out a deep moan. 

"Baby, baby," he gasps out.

His hand falls over hers, stopping her. She pouts, "want to keep going." 

"No, fuck, I need to fuck you." 

She liked that idea.

Harry unbuttons her jeans, slipping them down with her black lace panties, her lucky panties. She'd like to say, now more true than ever. In the next second, he turns her around, picks her up by her thighs, and sets her on the vanity. Y/N hisses as the top counter is cold against her skin. She reaches behind her to unclip her bralette, but Harry stops insisting he does it for her. 

With one hand, and in seconds, he snaps it free, and she lets it drop in front of her. Harry picks it up and throws it over his shoulder.

Before she can even say anything, Harry's mouth is kissing her breast, and his hand is caressing the other. She lets out a loud moan as he playfully bites her nipples, pulling back to see her reaction. 

"Menace," she breathes out heavily. 

He giggles, placing kisses up her chest until he reaches her mouth once more. Each kiss was more passionate. She wanted to get lost in this feeling forever. 

Harry snakes his hand down her front, parting her thighs as he gets a look at her glistening thighs as she's dripping wet for him. 

"Haven't touched you yet, and you're soaked, baby." 

"You're just that hot." 

Harry smirks, "you know exactly what to say." 

She's spread open for him as his hand spreads her juice around. She's moaning, needing more, ready for him to fuck her. 

"Enough! Fuck me, H." 

He clicks his tongue, "I'm a gentleman. Need to stretch you out first. Need you to cum for me. Can you do that for me?" 

She nods as he slips a finger inside, moving it in and out. 

"Words, baby?" 

"Yes!" 

"Good girl." 

Harry adds a second finger moving quicker as his thumb flicks her clit. She moves to close her legs, but he stops her wanting to see her cum wanting to see her tighten around him before letting go. 

"Close, H. Fuck." She feels her body tighten, but it doesn't stop Harry. If anything, it urges him to move quicker. He pays close attention to her clit. She pulls Harry in by his shoulder, leaning her head on his shoulder. She bites down on Harry's bicep as she feels her orgasm flush through her body. Harry lets out a deep moan at the unexpected pain. 

Y/N leans back, head against the mirror as she catches her breath. Harry pulls his fingers out slowly to not overwhelm her. 

"Fucking hot, baby." 

She giggles breathlessly. Her face feels flushed, and he looks hard. God, she needs him in her. 

He brings his hand to his mouth, his eyes locked with her. He slips them inside and lets out a deep groan as he tastes her. 

"Taste delicious," he moans as he licks his fingers clean. 

"Fucking filthy, H." 

He smirks, "ready for me now?" 

"Yes, please." 

Harry strokes himself two times before going to line himself up. She puts a hand against his chest. 

"Better wrap it, or this ends now." 

"Say no more." 

He reaches down to a bag under the vanity and grabs a few more, falling to the floor at his urgency. 

"Prepared?" She states.

He shrugs, "you never know."

"You saying you were going to get with someone tonight?" He instantly picks up the edge to her voice. 

Harry laughs, "trying to fight, baby? Course not. Jeff always keeps me stocked, saying he doesn't know when the time would come that I would stop being a baby and finally confess my feelings." 

"I'd say let's thank him, but it's none of his business what we do."

Harry gets himself adjusted and lines himself up at her entrance. He meets Y/N's gaze, checking if this is still what she wants; she nods.

"Promise I'll take my time with you after." With that final say, he slips inside of her. They moan together in unison. Harry gives them both a second to get adjusted. 

"I'm good," she promises. "Move." 

"As you wish," he pulls out and pushes back in. One hand on her hip and the other on the small of her back as he holds her on the edge. 

Harry is thrusting in her, moving quickly. She's at his mercy, letting him bring her all the pleasure she desires. Their bodies are close together, her hand at the back of his waist as she presses lingering kisses to his sweaty skin.

His groans fill the room as he does his best to bring more noises out of her. All she can seem to get out is his name. It's enough to urge him to move quicker. 

They aren't sure how long they've taken, but they know there isn't much left. 

His eyes focused on her, making sure it was not too much. He is focused intently on all her reactions. When he raises his hand to rest on her throat, she clenches around him, making him thrust harder, a loud moan falling from her lips.

"Faster, harder." She begs. "So close." 

Harry tightens his grip around her neck, her breathing tightens, but she welcomes this feeling. His hips snap in and out. Y/N pulls his head up by the back of his hair, bringing his mouth to hers. The kiss is fast and heated as they swallow each other's moans. 

"Cum with me, baby." He breathes against her mouth. 

She brings her hand down to rub her clit as Harry keeps with his hard pace. 

Fuck. 

A warm feeling washes over her as her orgasm passes through her, and she feels Harry spill in the condom. He keeps his lips connected to her, no longer moving, just breathing each other in.

"It's you. It's always been you," Harry tells her as he runs his hand down her back as they both calm down from their highs. 

"Always you," she promises in return.

After a few minutes of holding each other, they realize it's time to go. He pulls out slowly. She hisses at the empty feeling she's left with. Y/N stays sitting as Harry discards the condom and goes to get a rag to clean Y/N and himself up. Helping her off the vanity, holding her still until the shakiness of her legs vanishes. Harry chuckles, proud of himself for leaving her this affected.

"No comments, H." 

He holds his hands up defensively, "didn't say anything." 

Y/N rolls her eyes as he slips on the extra pair of boxers he had in the small bag with his undergarments by the hangers. She decides to get dressed, leaving Harry to pick up the designer and now wrinkled Gucci clothing. 

There's a shift in the air, domesticity settling over them. It's… it's nice. Everything they both dreamed of having. 

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Harry is finishing hanging up his pink bedazzled outfit while Y/N gets him his spare clothes out of his bag. He declined a shower, stating he wanted to keep her smell on him. She handed him his favorite Gucci lowrise jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a new cardigan he had received from Lambert. 

Y/N smiles as she sees Harry putting on his clothes, all the bruises on his chest now hidden only for her eyes to see. She finishes dressing as Harry’s phone rings. They both let it go to voicemail, knowing they'd call back if it was important enough. 

“You know that was fun.” She jokes. 

“Yeah, that wasn’t even my best.” He teases. 

“Mine either,” she throws back. 

“Can’t wait for later tonight then,”

“You don’t even know what you have coming, Styles.” 

“Hopefully you.” 

Y/N kisses him because she can. Moving away from him to throw on another sweater, not wanting to deal with the other Harry threw, having it land near a spilled water they didn’t even notice they dropped.

“We’ll leave the party early tonight?” Harry asks.  

“Only if you’ll take me to Billie’s set tomorrow?” 

“Did I not fuck you hard enough that you’re able to think about tomorrow’s show?” 

She giggles, slipping the green Pleasing hoodie over your head.

“H?” She’s waiting for a response. 

Harry curses under his breath pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he brings her into his chest, taking in her warmth. “Yes, brat. we’ll go.” 

Y/N frowns and shifts herself in his hold to look up at him. “Not a brat, H. It’s because of her special guest I must be there.” The excitement is evident in her voice, and there’s no way he’ll say no. Her special guest is a good friend of Y/N’s, having met her when she was just a mere intern years ago.  

“Fine, but everyone’s going.”

She shrugs as if she doesn’t love the idea of everyone joining them. It’s safer anyway. 

“Promise to hold me and dance with me.”

“Forever and ever, shortcake.”

Forever sounds good enough for Y/N.