#like.... mum and dad just went and bought a puppy today

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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: things are picking up now xx

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and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

Waking up on a Friday was also the toughest thing to do. At least, it had become an issue ever since Sadie realised that the 5th day of the week usually meant the last one at kindie before she got to spend the next two days at home. In fewer words, the two year old had learned the concept of a regular working week which is a feat considering her father blatantly disregards the sanctity of a Monday to Friday work week in favour of a messier approach. Y/N was almost sure his motto was screw work-life balance; nevertheless, Sadie made it incredibly hard to bathe and dress with all her excitement with what to do over the weekend, specially since Steve was around.

She finished brushing and braiding Sadie's hair, straightening her uniform so she wouldn't get yet another passive aggressive note from the PTA mums complaining about tidy uniforms - as if it was possible to get a 2 year old to be tidy. The two went downstairs with Sadie running to the breakfast table once she saw some donuts laying around which she was sure to only eat the pink icing of and hand Y/N or Bucky the donut itself.

There was something ... off. Bucky was silently buttering a slice of toast and Steve was staring into the further wall which Y/N knew was not that interesting.

- Who died? - Y/N asked as she sat down.

- It's Friday morning, Y/N. Sorry if we're not singing Kumbaya my lord. - Bucky replied, taking a bite of his toast.

- Thank god, you can't hold a tune. - Y/N smirked, helping Sadie place a napkin on her lap. - We're gonna need to get Sadie a new uniform, by the way.

- A new one? - Bucky looked up from his plate. - Swear we bought her that one a few months ago.

- We need to get the winter uniform. She doesn't fit the one from last year and it's starting to get chilly.

- Take the AMEX and buy it today. - Bucky fished through his wallet before handing Y/N the gold card. - Oh, get her one of those lunchbox thingies. I saw some kids with them the other day.

- Hm, now describe such lunchbox thingie, Sergeant.

- What do you mean? The thingies the kids carry along with their lunchbox for soup or water. The round thing.

- A thermos? Why would Sadie need a thermos?

- Yeah Bucky, she's a 2 year old not a college student. - Steve said, handing Sadie a donut. - She doesn't need one.

- Y/N get her one. Get one for yourself too, you eat soup right?

- I have a thermos, thank you.

Sadie, as expected, ate the sprinkles and frosting off the donut and handed the half eaten donut to Y/N. She excused her from the table, kissing the top of her head and sending her on her merry way to wash her hands and get her backpack, leaving Y/N to bring the dirty dishes to the kitchen. Bucky followed behind like a puppy, carrying some leftover pastries and fruit to put in the fridge before they ended up with fruit flies.

- Are you going to Columbia today? - he said, opening the fridge nonchalantly.

- No. I'm going to come back home after dropping Sadie. I have some online meetings booked with some experts in the UK and France about some topics in my PhD and the library didn't have any available private rooms.

- I'll ask Steve to come down with me to the office then.

- That's not necessary. - Y/N loaded the dishwasher with the plates, looking at Bucky, taking a very good look. He didn't look as put together as he usually did. His hair, usually wavy yet gelled into place, was messy and he wasn't wearing his suit yet. - I'll just go to my bedroom.

- You can use my office. - was he trying to get on her good graces once more? - The internet signal is better there.

- It's your office, Sergeant. I'm not gonna use it.

- I absolutely hate it when you call me Sergeant. - he shut the fridge, leaning against it. - Look ...

He sighed, his eyes not meeting hers.

- I'm sorry. - those words came from his lips very slowly, as if it pained to say them and if Bucky were being honest it pained him to say them. Bucky wasn't sorry but that didn't mean he wanted Y/N to hate him forever. - It's not my place to interfere with your relationship.

- I know. - she shrugged. - If you think your opinion of my love life interferes with it in any way, you're wrong.

- I'm just trying to look out for you. There's a lot of wolves in New York.

- I'm not a country bumpkin, Sergeant. I know how to look after myself.

- So ... are you and Chris Davis dating then?

- That it none of your business, Sergeant.

- It actually is. - he smirked. - You see, you are my employee, he is my employee which means if two of my employees are dating they should tell HR.

- You're not HR, you're the CEO.

- Maybe I multitask, how about that?

- That would be illegal and a conflict of interests, Sergeant. Besides, why are you so interested in my relationship? Are you bored of yours?

- He's just not the type of guy I would picture you with.

Of course not. Bucky had always considered Y/N would end up with someone ambitious, someone who'd crawl and give blood, sweat and tears to get what they wanted. Chris Davis, although not a complete dunce, was not that. He was smart but he wasn't innovative - what he was good at was packaging old ideals to newer audiences. He didn't come up with new marketing ideas, nothing that hadn't been done and when he did it was usually under the guide of an executive. He wasn't his worse employee but he also wasn't his best and Bucky wanted Y/N to have the best.

- Clearly. - Y/N dried her hands. - As if you have a good track record of relationships.

- Is this about Anna? Are you still pissed off because of Anna?

- You can't treat people like crap and then expect them to forgive you.

- I know but you have to understand that me and Anna ...

- You are a father first, Sergeant. You can't potentially hurt your child because you're so blinded by this stupid notion of "a real family". You and Sadie are a real family, you don't need Anna and you can't force her. If Sadie was any older she could've gotten very hurt.

- I know but if it had gone well ...

- Bucky. - Y/N interrupted him. She didn't want to be mean, she didn't want to be hateful about a woman she'd never met, specially the woman who birthed Sadie. - If you think the woman who left a baby in front of your door and has never attempted contact would suddenly change your mind, you're naive.

- You wanna know what's funny? - he moved away from the fridge to get closer to her.

Y/N almost took a step back. She didn't like being close to Bucky, it was always weird for her. Bucky, despite being her boss, was an attractive man, an attractive and imposing figure and she sometimes would find herself divided between fear of what he would say and fear of what she usually did at night when she thought of him.

- I don't think anything is funny about that situation.

- Anna would've liked you. - he said before turning around, almost happy that he'd gotten her a bit speechless for a while, happy he got to be the dominant one for a bit. - And you would've liked Anna.

- I doubt I'd like any woman who would willingly sleep with you.

- She didn't like any woman who would willingly sleep with me either. - Y/N rolled her eyes, not really understanding what Bucky was trying to get at. He was always like this, jumped over bad moments looking for some peaceful solitude in an off hand joke or confusing statement. - Are we gonna continue being mad at one another?

- Who said I was mad at you?

- Fine, if you're not mad then take my office upstairs for your meetings.

Before Y/N could reply something regarding his very flawed logic who wouldn't win him any debate, Sadie came walking through the kitchen, dragging her backpack through the floor and her yellow raincoat so Y/N could help her onto the plastic garment.

- Hey squid. - Bucky lowered down to her help, taking over Y/N to help Sadie into her raincoat. - Do you want a thermos?

- What? - she looked at him eyes wide, probably not knowing what a thermos even was. The red head looked at her au pair, looking for clues about what her dad was talking about. Y/N just smiled and shrugged. - Yes.

- See? Told you she wanted a thermos. - Bucky picked her up to kiss her cheek, directing his voice towards Y/N.

- She doesn't know what a thermos is, Bucky. - Y/N took Sadie from him.

(...)

When she returned from dropping Sadie off, buying her an overpriced uniform and a thermos which she would probably only use by the time she was 12, she found an empty house. Bucky had made good on his promise, leaving a note telling her Steve was with him as well as where to find the key to the office. The office was usually locked due to Sadie, according to Bucky, having almost gotten hurt. If Bucky's dramatic retelling was to be believed, when Sadie had started to walk she'd manage to get into the office and grab a stapler which she was keen on using until Bucky caught her. However knowing Bucky and knowing 2 year old Sadie who still struggled to reach the handles of doors, she reckoned he was overreacting or probably saw something similar in one of those "scare the parents" TV shows.

Nevertheless, the office/study had been locked and Y/N had never had been inside, yet once she got inside, it looked like what she expected Bucky to have as a work space. It was white, bright and minimalist with a few knickknacks from when he had been stationed in Italy and some first version novels which had undoubtedly came from his mother. His desk was deep mahogany, neatly kept with all contents at a 90 degree angle.

She moved to seat on his chair, putting her laptop on the middle of her desk and logging into Zoom. She waited for the right time, her eyes hoovering over everything in his desk from the gold pens, to the tape and the photo frames. He had a big photo of Sadie when she was a newborn followed by a few others, yet what called her attention were two gold circled frames - one with a photo of Sadie and Y/N when she had first started to work for them and one of Y/N and Sadie at Christmas.

She didn't allow herself to dwell much on it, she had meetings to get to. Besides, this was nothing big. It was just a photo of his daughter that he liked which Y/N happened to appear in. She had bigger fish to fry now than wondering about Bucky.

(...)

The work day wasn't any better for Bucky. Steve was being, well, Steve and to describe Steve is to describe someone who likes playing both sides to get to a decision which everyone is happy with. He knew he shouldn't have brought up the stuff about his wife, Steve would never try to break a relationship, heck he wouldn't even think it. Nevertheless, now Steve and Y/N were upset at him - maybe they can unionise and start a little "We hate Bucky", maybe they'll get branded thermos.

- Sergeant Barnes? - his assistant knocked on the door. She was pretty, very pretty and Bucky was almost certain they'd slept together ... almost. Yet today not even the pretty assistant could sort his mood out. - Christopher Davis wants to talk to you.

- Christopher Davis? - oh yes, the best way to make his day, seeing Chris Davis. - What does he want?

- He says it'll be a quick word, Sergeant Barnes. Should I send him in?

- 5 minutes. - he sighed, closing his laptop. Maybe making Chris Davis squirm would make his day, yet again, he was sure the "We hate Bucky" club would not enjoy that. Besides, it was hair washing tonight for Sadie and last time he tried, he had ended up inside the bathtub.

Chris Davis walked into the office, the mere sight of him ignoring Bucky. Did Y/N seriously find that attractive? He was so bland, so boring, the only interesting thing about him was that he was rich and Bucky was almost certain he only finished his PhD because his godmother is Professor Anderson. Nevertheless, here he was, taking a seat in one of the chairs of his office without even asking. This is the guy who gets to see Y/N naked? Life really is unfair.

- What do you need Davis?

- I know this will probably be crossing a line but I was wondering if you could let Y/N have the weekend off.

- What Y/N? - he cocked a brow at him.

- My Y/N.

- My daughter's au pair Y/N? - Bucky rested against his chair, looking down at the man in front of him. - Why?

- I was thinking of taking her to the new restaurant downtown but she said she was busy with Sadie. I wouldn't ask but it's really hard to get reservations and I got one and I would love to take her.

Oh, this was fun.

- Y/N has always had the weekends off. She doesn't work weekends unless she wants to, specially not this weekend which I'll spend at home. Besides, she doesn't have a fixed work schedule.

- Oh ...

- Maybe fix your communication issues with her before you come and waste my precious time, Davis. You can go now.

(...)

Having meeting after meeting had really wasted all energy Y/N had and to congratulate herself for not crying when someone suggested another alteration to her project with a thick French accent, she decided to cuddle against one of Bucky's many small yet cuddly cashmere blankets in the couch of the living room watching Gilmore Girls. She was close to snoozing off when the front door opened and closed. It could be Bucky, Steve or a burglar but she was much too tired to actually check.

- Oh, Y/N, do I have some gossip to share with you. - Bucky. It was Bucky and it was the first time she'd heard him say the word gossip. That couldn't be good.

He walked with a douchey smile to stand in front of the TV, sitting on top of the coffee table and staring at her, just waiting for her to question him on it and she was much too tired to avoid playing his game.

- What? Someone you fucked got pregnant?

- Someone came into my office asking about you. I didn't know that you were gonna be busy with Sadie this week. Isn't Steve taking her to Coney Island?

- What?

- You're using me and my kid as an excuse not to go out with Chris Davis? - he chuckled. - What? Is he a bad lay or something?

- Oh shut up!

- Small dick?

- This is highly unprofessional. - she turned around to face the couch.

- And sleeping on my couch isn't? C'mon, tell me, Y/N. Are you tired to pretend to orgasm or have you just figured out he's just bland.

- You're such a child! - she got up, folding the blankets so she could get away from her but he kept going after her. - Why don't you go pick up your daughter?

- Steve has her. I wanna know more, I thought everything was okay in the Y/N-Chris relationship. Is he one of those guys who cries when he cums? Is that it? Is he a crier?

- Why won't you shut up?

- Or maybe he can't find your clit. You know, he can barely find the copy room sometimes and that's way bigger.

- He is perfectly fine, I just don't want to hang out and I didn't want to hurt his feelings but because you can't lie to save your goddamn life I know have to go.

- He's taking you to Le Coucou, you may want to brush your hair before you go. The poor thing fought so hard to get reservations but obviously you prefer to eat buttered noodles with Sadie.

- I have been to Le Coucou.

- I know, I took you there. - he smirked. - And here I was thinking you'd soon start bringing your boyfriend around.

- I don't want to go. I'm tired, I need to wash Sadie's hair tonight and that will take time and I am not in the headspace to get ready.

- I'm sure Chris would love it if you came in with a soaked white t-shirt.

- You're a dick, Bucky.

Before Bucky could continue with his teasing about it, Y/N's phone started ringing. She grabbed it from the counter and put it up to her ear as she saw Sadie's school number. Bucky watched, mostly hoping it was Chris so he could tease her some more but as the colour drained from her face, he realised he wasn't. She put her phone down and looked at Bucky.

- We have to go. - Y/N looked overwhelmed, looking around fo something. - Sadie has appendicitis. They called an ambulance and she's going to the New York-Presbyterian Hospital.

- Shit. - Bucky rushed to grab his keys.

- Where's her toy, where's a toy? - Y/N started throwing pillows around, looking for Sadie's cuddly toy.

- Y/N, let's go.

- NO! - she screamed at him. - She's scared and when she's scared she needs her toy and I knew, I knew she was a bit off when I dropped her off and I should've known better and I ...

- Y/N. - he held her shoulders, stopping her in place. - I'll go find her toy, get the car going and drive there.

- But yo ...

- I'll get a cab. Now you go and stay with her, I'll meet you there with the cuddly toy. Go.

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[godesssiri]

My mother has just adopted a 5 year old pure-bred pug today. Yes we are aware we have let ourselves in for a lifetime of health issues but we are prepared for that. He's a breeding stud that is being retired, first thing tomorrow Mum will make an appointment to have him neutered. I am judging the breeder so hard.

First of all I'd judge them anyway because I think it's unethical to breed an animal specifically for features that people think are cute but are actually going to cause health problems. This poor boy's breathing sounds like a choo choo train, his face is so squashed in, he has no bridge to his nose. I can already tell from looking at the positioning of his teeth that we're going to have to keep and eye on them and he'll have to have some out at some point. We're going to have to be suuuuuuuper careful with his weight.

But also it was too easy to adopt him. Like, Mum went into a local pet shop last Saturday to look at the puppies, she didn't really want a puppy but she wanted to have a look. She asked the owner if she knew of any older dogs that needed a home and she pointed out the Pug/French Bulldog puppy for sale and said his dad was being retired from breeding. On Monday she'd arranged with the breeder to take the dog into the pet shop on Tuesday morning so Mum could bring Rosie (our chihuahua) in to meet him, we knew our greyhound, Bee, wasn't going to be a problem, Rosie is the territorial one who has small-man syndrome. We took Rosie in this morning and the meeting went ok, she's establishing dominance but he seems happy to let her. I expected it to just be a meeting but we've bought him home. We were right and Bee is being super laid back with him, he seems to be really laid back too. Rosie will take a little while to accept that he's not challenging her and she's still top dog.

But I was not expecting to actually bring him home today. I thought the breeder might want a couple of meetings, maybe to talk to us and make sure we'd be responsible pet owners. But nope, just like that we were allowed to take him. They just dumped him on the first people who came along who didn't want a puppy.

So now we have a family of 3 pure bred rescue dogs. Bee the ex-racing greyhound, Rosie the chihuahua who was sold for drug money, and Doug the pug.

[stanleyvris]

hi so we just got a puppy today and i’m kind of failing to process that

#like.... mum and dad just went and bought a puppy today #which means we now have a puppy #and thats...... wild #cant believe it ??? #weve been talking about it for a while but now we actually have one ??? #whack. #be quiet charlotte #dogs #puppies #puppy #mine:post #me:random

[jarofstyles]

Fan Club VII

A/N: Part 7. This is the end my friends. We had a blast writing this, making it as special as we could. This part is all the good things, fluff, smut, sentimental moments. Also, peep the mention of @jawllines​ (single dad!harry) and @darthstyles​ (mafia!harry) fics within this fic 😉Anyways, hope you enjoy! - n + d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: smut, fluff, sentimental stuff 

word count: 20k 😅

Y/N missed her boyfriend. 

She knew he was a busy man and that he had a tight schedule now that he was getting ready to release his new album. It was something she knew would come along with dating Harry, but no one could ever prepare you for that. He wasn’t purposely trying to ignore her and that got her through it most days. She had gotten used to having him at her disposal, so maybe she was just spoiled. He was currently away in Scotland, checking out a location for a potential music video. He had shared with her that he had this idea about creating a whole island, it was a concept that was still in the works, but she was really excited about it. So naturally, she was excited to hear he was going to attempt to bring it to life. 

The bakery was becoming a lot busier as well. Katya said it was because of her, but Y/N begged to differ. Sure, she knew Harry’s fans would come and support her bakery, but she hadn’t realized just how much. It was stressful trying to meet high demand, they certainly didn’t have the staff for it. It would all be over better today though. Y/N had gotten a text for Harry asking if she could come pick him up from the airport and Y/N couldn’t say no. Usually, he’d just get a car home, but clearly he wanted to see her. He’d said he ordered a car for her to come and get him in. She was dressed comfortably at the airport, even brought a cute little sign for him as she waited at the domestic gate.

Harry missed Y/N desperately. Too much. A lot. All those words. She was what he had needed, the cool water in the desert. Being away from her when they'd just started being together for real was difficult. Though they talked every day and texted and FaceTimed at night, it wasn’t the same. 

So he formulated a plan. A genius one if you’d ask him! One that would have her extremely excited and him getting all the alone time he was craving. Booking a trip to Bali and getting a private villa was a bit easy, not going to lie. He asked for things to be provided and they were— a perk of the famous. The most private villa— which seemed counterproductive considering their original terms, but he wanted to know her. See if this can really work out. Harry was 99% sure he loved her. But there were things he had to work through with her to truly get to the level he wanted to be. Talking about what bothered him even though word of mouth was a thousand times harder than song. Who knew inflection made things so easy?

When he landed, he had made sure that Y/N’s bag was in the jet. They were refueling and then taking off again. The private jet mainly because it was a longer ride and he wanted to start her birthday trip off well. 

“Well, well, well.” He smiled as he entered the private gate. She was in front of the car and holding a little sign. “There’s my girl. With such a cute little sign, too.”

Y/N was so excited to see him, patiently waiting for him to come out of the gate. When she saw a familiar head of curly hair she smiled widely, jumping into his arms once he was close enough and wrapped herself around his body. She nuzzled her face into his neck, “I missed you so much.” She mumbled against his skin. 

She pulled away enough to press a kiss to his lips firmly. She kept it tame, smiling against his lips before going to press kisses all over his face making sure she made a ‘mwuah’ sound. “How was your trip?” Y/N cooed, pushing pieces of hair away from his face so she could see him better. She couldn’t even wait for him to finish, she was always kissing at his face again. She really had missed him. 

“I don’t know if you’re hungry, but I’m thinking we can order in tonight and just have a nice cuddle and watch a movie. Just wanna hold you for a while. Can’t believe you’ve been gone for a week.” Y/N pouted, “how am I going to live when you go on tour?” She honestly didn’t want to think about that right now.

Harry relished in the greeting. None of his other girlfriends had ever been this excited to see him again. Actually... no one had. The kisses were what he had missed so much the affection was what had him thriving the most though.

“Hmmm. Well, that sounds very nice. However.” He smirked, gently placing her down and cupping her cheeks. “We are actually going on a bit of a trip. For your birthday. And our plane leaves in 45 minutes.” The confusion on her face was priceless. He loved how genuinely shocked she was. “Come on.” He took her hands in his and gently dragged her into the airport, taking the bag she had from the driver and ignoring her surprised sputtering, he dragged her further into the building. 

“Relax. I had my assistant grab the bag I packed when I came back for the two days.” He smirked. “That’s why stuff was missing. Yes I am devious, and you’ll adore me for it. But you’re being spoiled and it’s so close to your birthday. So, it’s my boyfriend duty to make you feel like one of those Disney princesses.”

“What?” Y/N’s brows furrowed as he spoke. A trip? They were going somewhere? For her birthday? Y/N took his hand and followed him, shaking her head as she chuckled in disbelief. “What about—” she went to ask but he had told her that he had packed her a bag. Y/N genuinely didn’t know what to think. “Wait.” She stopped him for a moment, just taking a look at him and soaking it in. “Thank you, so much. Really, you’re—” Y/N just looked at him fondly and gave him a hug. She really did love him with her whole heart, she couldn’t tell him that. She didn’t want to freak him out. “Thank you. You’re the best.” She smiled up at him and continued to walk to security. “Wow you got my passport and everything, you’re a sneaky bugger.” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head as they went through the security checkpoint and followed him to wherever they were meant to be going. “Babe? Are you going to tell me where we are going or?”

“Hmmm. Maybe in the plane.” Harry hummed. It was incredible to him that she just trusted him. Trusted to have her things she needed, didn't think twice and just nodded her head with a slight pout on her face. Trust was something missing in all his other relationships, he was finding. It didn’t take long to get past the checkpoint, Harry's hand holding hers and swinging it in his own as they got to the private gate. It was a room instead of exposed because their jet was just for them and the crew. “What I can tell you is that it’s warm, there is water, and you’ll love it. Can’t tell you the exact place but, you’ll love it and be so happy with me and it’ll be happily ever after.” He was teasing but he could see the excitement in her face when he said beach. Y/N deserves to travel. He knew it was a dream of hers so he was planning on letting her come to as many shows as she wanted. At least the Europe leg. Whatever he could do to keep her around longer.

Y/N pouted, but knew that no matter where they went, she would be really happy. She trusted Harry and he definitely would pick a fun place for them to, but what really mattered was spending time with him one on one. Sure, they spent a lot of time together doing things for PR but this was real. For the first time they were going somewhere together without Jeff planning it, they were a real couple and her contract was coming to an end. This was something that Harry had chosen to do for her because he genuinely wanted to and she couldn’t have been more grateful. 

“hmmm somewhere warm?” She smiled at that. “Ooo I can't wait to swim! Haven’t done that in a while.” Y/N giggled and wrapped her arms around him again as they got cozy in the private waiting room. “Was I the last person to know about this?” Y/N chuckled, seeing as she had gotten a text from her sister telling her to enjoy her trip. Katya definitely would have made sure Harry got all the things she needed, she probably told him where her passport and shit was.

“Exactly the last. Your sister helped me coordinate getting today off.” Harry smirked. It felt so good to have successfully pulled off this surprise. “When I was younger, I was terrible at surprises. You know that? My mum never had a surprise until I was about 12, because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.” Y/N seemed intrigued. “During Christmas... I was about 6... I waited just until she had a present in her lap that my sister and I had picked out. And I got so excited I had kept a secret, the moment she peeled back the paper I screamed that it was a purse.” He shook his head in disappointment in his 12 year old self. “Really though, I’m lucky. It’s all going very smoothly.” Harry was properly proud of himself, knowing that it was not his strong suit to keep from messing up surprises. “I am happy because I also bought you some new things.” His smirk turned devilish. The bikinis and the dresses he got would be so easy to rip off. Delicious. 

“But I want a proper kiss. Haven’t seen you in weeks.” His pout was soft but he gave her his puppy eyes, had on her waist.

Y/N smiled at the story she had heard him tell many times in interviews. She let him have his moment though, he hasn’t told it to her personally yet. That made it special. So she laughed at the punch line, smiling fondly at him as she cupped his cheek and pecked his lips. 

“I know, baby.” She cooed, letting her thumb smooth over the corner of his lips, the little bit of stubble there making her smile. It was cute really, the feeling of his stubble was she used to remind herself that this was real. That he really was finally hers. “Oh yeah?” She asked, wondering what he could have possibly bought for her? Dresses, lingerie, bikinis, sex toys? It could mean anything. “You are doing really well with the surprises, you know? Feel like you can tell me what you bought.” Y/N hummed, moving her hand lower cupping his neck.  Y/N crawled into his lap, deciding that since it was a private room they could do this if they wanted. A nice, proper, passionate kiss. It wasn’t sloppy, in fact the opposite. Every move was intentional. She quietly moaned against his mouth, just feeling so satisfied in that moment.

Harry hadn’t been able to touch her in a while and he had missed it. One of the things he kissed the most when he was gone was how she would make tiny little noises when they’d kiss. There were so many things that were purely Y/N that he adored so much, he couldn’t stop himself from appreciating them a thousand times more. 

“Missed you so much, baby.” He murmured against her mouth. Slightly wet and pink, her warm mouth melded Over his perfectly. She smelled like peaches and cream and mouth tasted like vanilla mint, and just that taste that was distinctively hers. “Don’t like being away from you so long.” Her fingers fit perfectly on the side of his neck, every bit of their bodies connecting like puzzle pieces together. There was something so different about her. So uniquely Y/N that no one else could even attempt to recreate. 

Y/N whimpered, “missed you too, bubba.” She severely underestimated how much she missed kissing him. His kiss was always firm, his lips plump, and he always tasted like cinnamon. It was the only way to describe the warmth of his taste. Her thumb brushed over his jaw, humming against his lips in response. “Neither do I, but I know it’s part of your job, baby.” Y/N sponged another kiss to his lips. “We’ll get better at it.” She spoke softly, pulling away a little bit to catch her breath and just look at him. The more times they spent time away from each other the easier it would get to get used to being away. 

“But... I got you some clothes. Some pretty dresses and bikinis. A few toys.” Harry hummed. Oh, she would be having a very fun few outings with him. “We will be experimenting a bit but it will just be the two of us for the first two days. I have to admit, I’m selfish with my time with you. I want the proper time to talk and kiss you. My sweet Malysh.” He’d been looking up nicknames as well.

Malysh. He called her baby. 

The look on Y/N’s face must have been priceless. Lips parting in surprise, eyes bright and full of wonder. Not only at what he has said about experimenting, but also at the word. She never knew she needed to hear him say that, but it was now her favorite thing to come out of his mouth. The corner of Harry’s lip quirked up at her shock. Sure,  he knew why. It wasn’t expected of him to be dropping those, but he felt like it would mean a lot to her if he would learn some more of her other language and speak a bit of it to her. Plus, he had the kink for the girl talking in it to him. So. Their sex had been filled with her purring things to him into his ear in Russian. A sure fire way to get him to cum. One time she had been sucking him off and asked him to cum in her mouth in the language and he lost it immediately. A bit smug, his girl was. 

“I learned a few. But I’ll hold some off on you. I’ll call you baby in English and Russian and you’ll love it.” Harry kissed her nose tenderly. Y/N was a happy bundle of mush on his lap after that word though. He hadn’t expected her to be so shocked but he did remember she hadn’t been in the room while he looked at YouTube videos to figure out how to pronounce them. “Want to be close to you. Figured... could learn some stuff on my own. Show you I meant what I said.” About being serious with her. About truly adoring every fiber of her being. He hadn’t told her that he loved her yet— that would happen through his sneaky planning he wasn’t allowing her to know of yet.

Y/N closed her eyes, purring as he kissed her face. All the affection she had been missing this week was being made up to her, she couldn’t wait till they were properly alone so she could truly feel like he had made up for his absence. He was buttering her up too, calling her pet names in Russian, it being her birthday, him buying her things. Him being so sweet and romantic made her want to jump his bones. 

“That is so fucking cute.” Y/N chuckled, truly endeared by hearing him say that. She didn’t care if he spoke in English or in Russian, but it was more the fact that he wanted to make her feel good and show that he was trying to be a part of her culture. It made her heart sing. She couldn’t be more in love with him. She pecked his lips one more time before nuzzling her face in his neck, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath. “How long are we going to be away for?” Y/N asked curiously, wondering how he managed to schedule time off for her and for himself for this trip. She still couldn’t believe he did this for her.

“10 days.” Harry smiled. It was good just to hold her and make her feel appreciated and cared for. Being away for a few weeks made him crave her affection even more. He hadn’t properly even touched her yet. It was driving him mad. “I cleared my schedule for your birthday. I had asked Katya if she thought you’d rather stay home and have a party but she laughed in my face.” It was quite funny, actually. Having gone in on one of Y/N’s off days and questioning about what she thought would be the better plan. “And then I told her I would pay wages for two people to come help the workload so she wouldn’t be swamped, and she was very happy.” They truly were very busy in the bakery. Their food was adored. “She’s very funny, actually. Told me that you have a doll of me.” Her blush was immediate. “Oiiii. Don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s utterly adorable. It’s the one i found yeah? the one that makes me look like Susan Boyle?”

Y/N’s mouth dropped, “10 days?” She wondered how on earth he managed that. Maybe that’s why he’s been working so hard and been away for longer than usual? He had fully put off 10 days of his career for her. To her that seemed so crazy, cause the Harry she knew rarely took a break when preparing for an album cycle. “Aw, thank you baby.” She smiled, pecking his lips a few times. “I’m sure Katya really appreciated it. I mean, in all honesty we are so packed nowadays that I think we have to hire more staff once we get back anyway.” Y/N admitted, cringing at the fact Katya told him about the doll. “Yes. The Susan Boyle one for that exact reason.” She giggled, pecking his lips once again. 

Their chat was interrupted by the captain inviting them and the crew to come out into the plane. They were actually leaving now. Vacation would start now. Y/N squealed as Harry stood up with her in his arms. She grabbed the bag she had with her and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on to his shoulders as he walked out to the plane. Harry held her in his arms. 

“Don’t feel like letting go.” Was his simple answer to it. She was warm and soft and smelled good, he had missed her and if she was okay with it he didn’t plan on stopping touching her until he was forced to.The jet was spacious, having a private cabin that they could take a nap in, a nice bathroom and plus leather seats. “For the takeoff we have to sit but then we can go lay in the bed back there and snuggle.” He murmured, gently placing her in one of the comfortable chairs. It was cute to see her first reaction. Just like his, seeming unbelievable at where she was. He had grown a bit used to it but Y/N gave him that lovely reality check each time. Her hand was grabbed as soon as seatbelts were buckled, gently squeezing when they took off. She seemed excited though— bouncing in her seat once they’d reached the proper altitude that wasn’t a bit nerve wracking. 

“Okay. I’ll be in the bed cabin with her, we will ring if we want something.” Harry said to the fight attendant who nodded politely, seemingly relieved to have an easy flight. “C’mon little kitten. We can lay and talk about where we��re going.”

Y/N couldn’t believe it. This was theirs, just them and the crew. She looked around in wonder, pausing when he mentioned the bed. “There is a bed?” Y/N’s eyes were wide. It was truly something she never thought she’d experience and yet here she was. Y/N began to get curious all over again. She wasn’t sure how long they’d be in the air or where they were going. He had given her a hint but there were tons of places where it was warm and there was water. All of which she would like to go to. She said a small thank you to the flight attendant, walking with Harry to the back of the plane. “This is so cool.” Y/N looked around in awe, quickly sitting down on the bed. She took off her shoes and pulled her hair out of its bun for comfort, glad she stuck with leggings, a T—shirt and Harry’s Randy’s donuts hoodie.

Harry loved when she looked so cozy and snuggly. It made him want to crawl inside the hoodie with her, snuggle up for days and not leave. Just have their skin against each other and be warm. It was a type of love that he had heard about many times but never expected to have himself. Wanting to be so close and hold her and kiss her. Not just sex. Not just attention. But genuine feelings. 

“Come on then.” He kicked his shoes off and laid with his arms open for her. The girl looked like she was beaming as he got a body full of Y/N launches at him. A fit of giggles left the girl and were very contagious, making him smile even larger. “Alright, silly girl.” He sighed. Kissing the top of her head. “So... I booked us a nice little trip. A private villa in Bali. It’s one of the most private places in the world for us. We can just... be together and not worry about anything else. Nothing has to be posted except what we want to.” Harry loved playing with her hair, so he gently ran his fingers through the locks while he talked, untangling ant little knots with care.

“Bali!?” She looked at him with eyes full of wonder, “private villa? Oh my god!!!” Y/N couldn’t help but get excited over these kinds of things. She had never been to a private villa, hell, she had never been anywhere this far from home before. The only person she’d ever think about doing that with was Harry anyway. Y/N let her hand cup his cheek again, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “I’m so excited to be alone with you.” She whispered, “couldn’t have asked for anything better.” Y/N really couldn’t have. 10 days spent with her favorite person just doing whatever they wanted. No worries, no requirements, just whatever they wanted they would do. 

“We’ll go swimming and go see all the tropical animals and stuff! Maybe we can find a waterfall and swim there? I’ve always wanted to do that... feel like I always see it in movies and I just— I've always wanted to do that with you.” Y/N blushed, moving her hand from his cheek down to his chest, then his stomach, before finally letting her hand go under his shirt and just rest against his torso. It was still a lot to understand. That she had known him before she knew him. That he had been her crush for so long and he hadn’t a clue. It wasn’t bad, though. More so interesting to think someone he adored had adored him so much longer than he could imagine. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, angel.” Harry cooed. “I like that you get excited to do things with me. Trust me— s’a relief that I don’t have to compete with other men for all your attention. S’always been on me.” The primal part of him nearly purred at that realization. He had been the one she had loved and lusted over. “I’m happy to be all alone with you too. Always have had people over our shoulders, and I was a proper dickhead for a long time. Even though I just wanted to do this with you.” He had been so angry at himself back then for craving this— but he knew now it’s because his heart knew best. “I wanted to plan the best possible birthday for you. I think I know you well... but I want to know you so much better. Like you so much, and I want to keep going.”

Y/N smiles a bit to herself, “yeah, it has.” She giggled as she watched him get all excited about that fact all over again. Sure she knew Harry had given attention to other women, written songs about them that made her cry on his behalf. But she was here to fix it all, make him feel loved and help him realize that him being himself is what people love the most. “I mean, you were a dick... it wasn’t completely  warranted, but I’m letting it slide.” Y/N teased, “you definitely make it up to me on a daily basis.” She cooed, pressing a few pecks to his lips again. Y/N really couldn’t stop kissing him. It had been a whole week of being away from him and watching him through a screen. She was used to doing that, sure, but she hasn’t had to do that since before she met Harry. She smiled widely, “you definitely have... I always dreamed about being able to go somewhere where it was just you and me... where we could just relax and be... us.” Y/N told him genuinely, “and it’s all real. No one but us, that’s such a nice feeling.”

“Mhm. I have lots of things to ask you about too. Got a fan girl right here and I have access to all the dirty secrets!” Harry genuinely had been interested in getting to know how the fans thought of things and what she liked and didn’t like about his career and the band beforehand. “It’s amazing to me. That you were brought into my life so weirdly. Everything surely happens for a reason, but even so... seems too perfect. I wish I hadn’t ignored the way I was so pulled to you for so long.” He sighed, gently pulling her closer. His pout was soft but he knew that Y/N wasn’t upset anymore. “It’s a lovely Villa. I chose one with some glass walls facing the ocean. I got it stocked so we don’t have to leave unless we want to... but we can do whatever you’d like.”

“Dirty secrets, aye? Feel like I told you most of it. But yes, I do know too much for my own good.” Y/N chuckled, “like that story about surprises? I knew that story, but I wanted you to tell it to me. It was special.” She couldn’t help but blush, genuinely so in awe of him and everything he did. “And the story of how you told your mom that Gemma was a drug dealer.” Y/N often thought about their relationship in that context, feeling like she loved him more than he loved her because of just how much she knew about him. She tried her best to tell Harry as much as she could when he asked, wanting him to be just as informed about her. Y/N could tell he genuinely wanted to know too, but she didn’t like talking about herself that much. “UgH that sounds amazing!” Y/N moaned at the thought, “all of that. The not having to leave the house. All of it.” She hummed and leaned into him a bit farther deciding another kiss was overdue. Her hand was still under his shirt, making its way to his chest. “I missed you.” Y/N murmured against his lips, definitely referencing something a little less wholesome this time around. Now that they were properly alone, she could address it.

“I know, baby. Missed you too.” God, did he. After getting regular sex, mind blowing sex, and going back to his hand? It sucked. The phone sex was great, but nothing compared to touch her. Harry was a touchy person and liked her touches. Set him on fire. “Got so used to having you every day.. waking up inside of you. Didn’t have it and it was awful.” They’d had plenty of lazy morning sexy, initiated by either one of them. The perfect way to start the day, and being deprived of it was hell.” He murmured. Having a body like Y/N’s against his was heaven, though. Soft in places other girls he had been in weren’t— he had been missing out. Truly though? He was excited to know that he could work and try and keep her forever. “Hate being away from you. Got so used to being together every night, it sucked going to bed alone.”

Y/N hummed against his lips, “feel so empty when you’re not there.” She meant both literally and physically. She had been spoiled rotten with having him around. They didn’t technically live together, but she was basically around him every night. It was weird to have to sleep in her own bed, it didn’t feel the same. She missed seeing him read before bed while she did all her skincare in the bathroom, missed snuggling up to him and feeling safe and warm. “You’re here now though. Got you for a whole ten days.” Y/N smiled triumphantly, “luckiest girl in the world I am. I scientifically have the most attractive boyfriend in the world, have the most thoughtful and talented boyfriend in the world, and... get the best sex in the world as well.” She felt like she had won at life. Everyone wanted Harry. Everyone wished that they knew  him or were with him or could know him, and yet she was the only one that got all of him. Y/N got to experience just how incredible he was and she made sure that everyone knew it too. Not in a show offy way, but more in a ‘I’m so proud that this is my baby he’s so great and I love him, please keep giving him love’ way.

Harry snickered at that comment. Lord, she was funny. Talking about the scientifically perfect face,  apparently it was supposed to be true which was funny considering he had seen plenty better looking men in his lifetime. It only mattered to him that Y/N thought he was the good looking one. 

“Well... we have all the days now to be alone and have as much sex as we want. And we can stare at each other’s perfect faces.” He smirked. Y/N had the most amazing natural and raw beauty to her. Amazing with makeup, but even just bare faced he was shocked as hell. It was amazing. “I like to think about how I think you were sent to me like an angel.” He mused. “Was so mean and yet, you still adored me and gave me reassurance when I needed it. It’s amazing to me to think how much you’ve given me in such a short amount of time.”

“Mmm two of my favorite things, sex and staring at your face. Though I could argue it’s the same thing.” Y/N teased, kissing his lips. Sometimes she said things that were a bit more fan-like, just to see him blush and get his live reaction to it. “Think I just knew that you weren’t really a dick. Knew that when I had that panic attack after we went out to dinner, you didn’t have to do all that and yet you did.” Y/N smiled softly, remembering how reassured she felt that night. “As a fan I did nothing but adore you and as your girlfriend, who is still very much a fan, I’ll continue to do the same.” She didn’t know if he quite understood the extent to which he had helped her become who she was. Didn’t think he fully knew how many fans loved him just as much as she did but she was the lucky one. “Sometimes I wish I could let fans in on what it’s like, wish that they too could be in my place.... but then I remember it’s all meant for me, and that just makes me really soft.” She blushed.

“Mhm. Only for you.” Harry didn’t plan on dating anyone else. Y/N had him under lock and key and she barely knew it. It was still very new, and he knew that much. However he was hoping that maybe she would want to stay with him. For a good while. “It’s a good thing because I’m a liiiitle bit obsessed with you, sweetheart.” He admitted. “Showed everyone your photo when I was away working. They were all blown away by how pretty you are. Kept asking why you weren’t there and had to explain you work in an amazing bakery and it’s booming, so I couldn’t have taken you. Quite rude if you ask me.” He pouted, obviously teasing at the last bit. He decided then to dip his fingers underneath the pants she was wearing, getting some skin contact as well. Also,  he kind of just wanted to squeeze her ass. It was incredible. Perfect size, shape, was soft in his hands. He couldn’t wait to fuck it, when she felt comfortable.

Y/N giggled at that, “I think have you beat, babe.” She chuckled knowing that if they were talking about who was obsessed with who, Y/N took the crown. It still felt really good to hear Harry say that he was a bit obsessed with her. It made her feel really special. “Aw angel!” She cooed, “  but you know I would have been there if I could have.” Y/N said with a pout and pecked his lower lip a few times. “But know you’ve actually gotten me away for 10 days from my booming bakery. So I guess I can leave after all.” She said, pretending to be offended though it did warm her heart. They really just wanted everyone to know they were together and happy, wanted to show off each other's accomplishments.  She relaxed a bit more as his hand traveled under her pants, smirking a bit because they really had gotten comfortable with doing things like this whenever they felt like it. “Did you like those pictures I sent?” Y/N purred, remembering how proud she was of the nudes she had sent. They were perfectly custom, knowing Harry and what made him tick made it so easy.

The air changed a bit, the pictures rolling through his head. “Fuckin’ loved em. But the surprise ones you sent out while I was with lots of other people were quite naughty.” She liked to play with him and send photos he would open around others. Not of her face. Beautiful photos that he had gotten off to when she had already fallen asleep. He’d missed her touch too much. “Truly loved all of them. It was hard though, cause I couldn’t go home and take out all that lent up shit on you.” They’d teased each other plenty in the time they’d been official with photos and videos and dirty texts. It was hot, one of the hottest things. “Still can’t believe you went to the bathroom to take a photo of your panties during work.” He had been sending her dirty texts all about what he wanted to do to her that moment, and he had gotten a photo of wet panties in response. Even with her innocent face, she was trouble.

Y/N sat rather smug, enjoying the feeling in Harry’s hand rubbing and kneading her ass as if he was preparing her for what was about to happen. Well, she hoped it would. “That’s the point, isn’t it?” She had truly loved teasing Harry, especially when she knew he was with people or if he wasn’t expecting it. The only thing that would make it better would be being able to see his reaction. “Don’t know why you can’t believe it, that’s a very me thing to do.” Y/N chuckled a bit, her eyes turning rather dark as she started looking at Harry with a much more hungry gaze. “Talked about spreading me open and making me squirt... I was about to call you right in the bathroom.” She admitted, knowing she definitely would have gotten off at work if she could. 

She really was amazed at how compatible they were in all forms of the word. In style, in taste, in sex drive, in neediness. It was as if they were made for each other and frankly it had Y/N thinking that maybe she wasn’t crazy when she was younger thinking the same thing. They really were that couple.

“What? s’one of my favorite things. You know I love it messy.” Harry did. Y/N had spit in his mouth and vice versa multiple times, their kisses got wet, he let his face get covered in her arousal. There was so much they did that he loved. “Would have been nice to have called me so I could have helped you get off in there.” He would have done it in seconds. Y/N got very needy and more obedient when it comes to sex. They luckily were both people pleasers and got off on it. “Know what I’m thinking about?” He dropped his voice a bit. “Thinkin’ about fucking you on this bed. I like that you get loud. Could let that attendant hear how good I fuck you.” He could feel her squirm a bit, a sign she was aroused. “Hm. I think you like people being a bit jealous, too. Like when people know that I’m yours and that I give it to you.” Harry noticed little things about her like that. “Also keep thinking about that first night, when you let me rub your cunt under that bar. How easily you spread your legs for me so I could touch. Loved that.”

Y/N whimpered at the thought. “Way to call me out like that.” She mumbled, climbing so she was on top of him. Y/N knew he said he wanted to fuck her, but part of her really enjoyed how he manhandled her and pushed her down on the bed. “You’re mine. Love knowing people wish they were me,  a power trip it is.” She hummed and sat up so she could take off the sweat shirt and T shirt at the same time so that she was just in a bra. It was quite a sexy bra. It's a shame though, as Harry had felt, she hadn’t been wearing panties. 

“Hm. Got prepared for me?” Harry noticed the lack of panties and pretty bra, way too pretty to casually wear under a sweatshirt for no reason. Y/N knew she would be getting fucked decently soon after seeing him. He leaned back in the pillows, rubbing his hands down her sides. All of it was his to lick and suck and kiss, to cum on— he knew just how much she liked getting messy. 

“Have to call you out on it, my angel. It’s the hottest thing. I love that you’re a bit cocky about it.” About him. She was that proud of having bagged him. 

Y/N smiled down at him before moving her hands down to the hem of his shirt and began pushing it up. “You get a bit too cocky sometimes, have to remember I have to share you.” Y/N spoke, eventually removing the T shirt he was wearing and letting her hands smooth over his warm skin. “But this part of you? I have all to myself. Don’t have to share your cock with anyone, cause it’s mine.” Her voice dropped a little, hips adding a little pressure to his. Y/N wanted to lean down and kiss him but she really wanted to see him snap. A moan escaped her at the thought of them doing something like that again. Y/N knew that would be one of the most erotic experiences of her life, watching other people watch Harry made her cry from pleasure. “Gonna let me ride your cock in here?” She asked curiously. They had been fucking raw for a while. Y/N had started taking birth control when they started dating because it was part of the contract, it had come in handy though, especially because Harry loved to fill her with his cum.

“Mhm.. Gonna have you walk out of here with a cunt full of cum. Have it dripping down your thighs and gonna feel it all.” Harry loved that. “Know I used a few pairs of your panties I stuck into my bag to get off.” He loved doing that. “Came right on the part where you pussy would be. Felt so fucking good, like you were almost there with me.” He pressed his hips up into hers, quickly taking over and flipping them. Hovering over her always made him feel good. “Would you let me do that for you one day? Wear my cum around all day, remind you of who your precious pussy belongs to?” Harry had been deprived for a long time, so dirtier desires were coming out for her.

“Fucking love when you cum in my pussy.” Y/N growled a bit, nails digging into his skin. Harry was a freak and she loved it. It was something she only hoped was true about him and everyday he just proved to be more and more exciting in bed. She gasped when she said he came on her panties, giggling to herself because it was romantic in a way. A modern and kinky romance. Y/N moaned as he flipped them over, getting excited about getting to feel him. “Mhmm yes.” She hummed, letting her legs wrap around his hips and dug her heels into his backside to feel more pressure. “Get them wet all over again. It’ll feel so fucking good..”

“Know it will. You’re my dirty girl, always know you’ll let me have what I want.” It was amazing to truly be with someone who’s as open to anything with him. They were completely at ease with trying things and being filthy with one another— something he hadn’t ever thought possible. “Let’s get these pants off. Want to be inside of you.” Harry had missed it far too much, the way that she would clench and tighten up around him, how wet she got. Truly a delicious thing. 

The waistband of the bottoms were grabbed, and Harry threw them to the side— his own pants following shortly after that. Just in his briefs, he returned to humping over her cunt. Immediately he felt her warmth seep through the thin fabric. “Gonna make anyone who can hear jealous. I love that you’re so vocal for me.” He knew this must have felt amazing, the friction of his briefs on her clit, her legs tightening around him. Taking her wrists, he pinned them above her head And held them together with one hand.

“Feels so fucking good!” She moaned out for him, smiling at the feeling because Y/N truly missed it more than anything. Feeling the weight of his cock on her, the friction, it was driving her absolutely mad. Harry had done an incredible job at getting Y/N horny, all this sexual talk always got her going and she was positive he knew that. She couldn’t believe how quickly she had gone from being insecure about her body to feeling like she was the most beautiful woman in the world all because of Harry.  “Swear you’re the only one who can make time this wet without touching me.” She breathed out, a few squeaks and moans coming from her whenever he hit a particularly good spot. As much as she loved foreplay, she really just wanted him to fuck her. She’d missed his cock and was eager to have him fill her. “Please get in me.” Y/N begged, knowing that he’d either fuck her like this with her leg hooked on to his shoulder or take her from behind and rub her clit whilst doing so. Regardless, she wanted it.

Harry groaned in relief once he was inside of her. She was still incredibly tight, stretching around him as he slid himself inside. Her body was the perfect match to his, Harry lifting her leg so he could get even deeper inside of her. Kisses were given, his mouth sipping at hers as he gave a bit of time to adjust for her. It had been a bit since they’d been intimate. It was slow at first. Giving them both time to relish in the pure feelings they felt for one another, holding tight to each other as Harry got all the way in deep. As soon as she was adjusted though? Harry let loose a little. Thrusting shallowly, breathing in her whimpers of pleasure. It was wet and hot in her silky cunt and Harry couldn’t get enough of it. 

“Don’t want to stay away from my pussy this long again. Da, Kiska?” Yes, Kitten? He snuck that in there.

Moans spilled from Y/N’s lips as Harry pushed himself inside her slowly, the slight burn of her walls stretching around him grounding her in ways she never thought imaginable. “You’re so fucking big.” She whimpered against his lips, “feel my pussy stretching for you? Feel how wet I am for you? All for you.” Y/N wasn’t sure if it was because they were up in the air or because they hadn’t fucked in a while, but the feeling in his shallow thrusts was already doing bits for her. The position of her legs allowed him to hit really deep, but he still rubbed up against her clit every time he moved his hips. She couldn’t kept her fucking mouth shut though, definitely being loud enough for the flight attendant to hear. “You look fucking sexy..” She breathed, “gonna make me cum so good... I’m so close.”

—

Y/N swore it was a dream. The villa was remote and stunning, private as private could possibly be. She had never been spoiled and cared for in this way, not only during this vacation but before then as well. Harry had managed to spoil her properly rotten and it seemed like with each day came more and more surprises. She couldn’t tell what her favorite part was. Was it the fact that they were completely alone? Was it the incredible mind blowing sex they were having? was it being able to constantly touch him and do whatever she wanted? Y/N really couldn’t choose, all the material things were just that. Y/N had been tanning every morning, wanting to soak up all the rays that she could before they returned to a dreary London. She had noticed Harry had been away for awhile and she started to wonder what he could have possibly been up to. Something seemed suspicious. 

So, she got up from her chair to come inside and get a glass of water and maybe some tropical fruit to snack on from the fridge when she noticed Harry was arranging a bunch of boxes in the living room area. Y/N stood there quietly, sitting on her water and watching as the muscles of his back moved. He was wearing those little yellow trunks she told him she loved, his hair staying in place from the sunglasses he had put on top of his head. He seemed so focused. 

“You good babe?”

“I’m great, my love.” Oh? Harry was having a ball. Y/N was looking gorgeous and giving him her undivided attention, he was about to give her tons of pretty presents for her pleasure and things he had been eyeing— he may have jacked her Amazon one night and sent himself the list so he could buy everything off of it. He rounded into the kitchen, grabbing her waist. The skin was hot from her being in the sun, soft from the lotion he had rubbed on to her body just a few hours prior. He was buzzed and feeling good. “I got you some presents.” He sang quietly. “I know I went overboard but please don’t be upset. I promise that I love buying you things and this was an ultimate excuse. Plus, there are some things in there for my selfish pleasure. So.” He laughed, pulling her back into his body so he could kiss all over her neck noisily.

Y/N raised her brows, giving him a ‘what are you up to?’ look. She set her water down as he made his way into the kitchen, taking one more piece of pineapple to nibble on as he spoke. “Babe...” She pouted, seeing as he certainly did go overboard. The amount of boxes in the living room was insane and she couldn’t even begin to imagine what on earth was in them. She couldn’t be to upset with him, he seemed so excited to have bought her all these things and she genuinely was thankful and grateful. She just couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that all of this was for her. The trip, the gifts, everything. It was all for her. “Is there now?” Y/N giggled as he kissed at her neck, scratchy because he hadn’t shaved in a bit and they were on vacation so he probably didn’t want to bother with that. “Thank you, baby, really. You do too much for me, can’t ever seem to thank you enough.” She cooed, kissing the side of his head and letting one of her hands play with his hair. “When do you want me to open them? And in what order hmm? Or are you gonna make me wait till tomorrow?”

“Can open them whenever you’d like. I have no particular order. Tomorrow’s gift isn’t one to be opened, per say.” Harry was vague for a reason. But Y/N knew he always had something up his sleeve. Now he was able to keep a few secrets. “I have to find a way to say thank you for eating all this fruit.” He nibbled on her a little bit. “Always taste good but taste especially fabulous these past few days.” He knew it had to do with the fresh fruit that was plentifully supplied. “However, I’m very much excited to see you open the things up. I got two extra suitcases delivered as well so they can be brought back easily.” It was a plethora of things she liked. Some books, makeup, shoes. Clothes. A few sex toys. A vibrator he could control on his phone. Lovely things.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “there is more tomorrow!?” She couldn’t believe this man. He was doing the absolutely most and she genuinely didn’t know how to react. Of course she was grateful and happy, but she truly couldn’t keep herself from bubbling over for much longer. Y/N was completely and utterly in love with Harry and she couldn’t say it yet. She wanted him to say it first, wanted him to feel ready to say it. “I like fruit though. I’m glad you’re enjoying it too.” Y/N giggled and pulled away from him slightly, making him look at her so she could grab his face with her hands and kiss him properly. Harry deserved it. He was doing so much for her, most likely because all the relationships he has had in the past have been different to this one. He had told her many times that she was different and frankly, she wasn’t a supermodel who could buy whatever she wanted or go wherever she wanted. She owned a small business and Harry was treating her. “Thank you. Really. You are the best, not because of all of this, but because you thought of all of this and did all of this for me. I have no words, baby.” Y/N cooed, rubbing her thumb over his tanned cheeks. She wanted to say she loved him in that moment, but maybe her eyes said it all. Y/N pecked his lips one more time before walking over to the array of boxes, deciding to open the smaller ones first and build up to the big ones. “Okay, this one is the lucky first one... let’s see.”

The first box was a little skincare thing that she had wanted. Apparently it vibrated and pulsated to clean skin but he didn’t know. It was on her list so he had gotten it for her. 

“I got you a lot of stuff that I asked around about and then other things I knew you’d like.” Like an apron that said ‘kiss the cook’ with the cook crossed out and baker written on it. It was adorable in his opinion. There was a pair of earrings with cupcakes on them because he had seen her eying them at the boutique they’d gone to months ago. A faux leather notebook and pen set for her to jot down things. He had gotten her everything from that, to a vault of lipstick that was limited audition, to a Gucci bag and boots.

Y/N squealed as she opened every box, giggling because he really had gone above and beyond to get her all these things that were certainly things she wanted but didn’t need. She would never justify buying these things for herself, but Harry did. 

“Baby!” She cooed, looking at the Gucci bag and boots. “Definitely your girlfriend now.” Y/N teased, seeing as Gucci was Harry's signature thing and now she had her own. She definitely had worn a lot of his custom stuff before, but this felt really special. “This is so sweet, H— you.” She couldn’t even form words, moving on to the rather large boxes because she couldn’t imagine what was in them. Opening the box she saw how sleek it looked and realized it was this big because it was sets of lingerie. Neatly organized, making sure the cups of the bras weren’t deformed. “Oh my—” Y/N breathed out. They were gorgeous, truly stunning. Harry did have great taste, she never doubted him, but this was next level.  The other larger box had quite the sex toys in it and she was even more shocked to see what he had picked out for the two of them. Y/N looked up at him, picking up the dildo that looked very much like his cock. “You molded your cock? For me?” She smiled, looking at it and noticing just how accurate it was. Every little detail. Y/N noticed there was a button on it, “it vibrates!?”

“Well... have to give you something to help. I know you won’t want to leave the bakery for a whole 6 months while I tour, and it’ll be back and forth for us. But you also tend to be cranky if you aren’t able to be fucked proper. So... helps you out.” It was a dirty gift but thoughtful, nonetheless. “Keep thinking about that silk dress you wore out to the club the first time we were truly together, too. So I have to get you some more of those... But if you look here.” He took the smaller box out. “This... is a vibrator that I can control from anywhere. You put it inside of you, feels just a bit good when you walk around. But any moment I can take out my phone and turn it on as high or as low as I want to.” His eyes were full of mischief. Oh, Y/N would love that. “Cause we like to play around and can’t exactly do it out in public a lot— as much as we would like to, anyways. Can be very fun.”

Y/N blushed, “definitely will be putting this to good use.” She admitted and set it to the side. It was her favorite gift if she was honest. Harry would be away but she could still be stuffed full of him even if it wasn’t the real thing. Obviously the real thing was better than anything else, but at least it would feel incredible when she came around a familiar shape. “Know you loved that dress, huh daddy?” She smirked, it was the best decision she had ever made. Certainly it was the sexiest she had ever felt and frankly it was the hottest night they had ever shared together. “I really like this purple one... and the baby blue.” Y/N nodded, knowing she’d get good use out of these dresses at other events. They were similar but not exactly the same. She looked at him with eyes full of wonder as he pulled out the vibrator. It was small but she could tell it was mighty. “I swear if I cum in front of everyone at the bakery...” Y/N blushed at the thought though it was also the hottest thing in the world to her. “Could also use it when we FaceTime..” She hummed at the thought. “Could make me cum from anywhere in the world. I’ll put it on my clit and use the dildo..” It was a dirty thought but Harry would appreciate it.

“Exactly. And I’ll definitely be making you cum at the bakery. There’s no way I wouldn’t.” Harry scoffed. Yes— he was very much a man of his word when it came to that. Y/N tested him daily so it was only fair, right? “I’m going to try and wiggle as much time with me as possible, though, 100% going to make sure that you come to as many shows as I can squeeze from you. Know you won’t be able to do it all but... m’selfish. Want you with me whenever I can have you.” He wasn’t ashamed of that either. 

Y/N knew he would admit that, making her cum in her own place of work. Y/N knew as soon as she felt it happening, she would have to hide in the back or something. No way could she help customers like that, god no. 

“I’ll be texting you as soon as it happens.” She knew she would be, feeling him tease her from wherever in the world he was. “It all depends on if we can get help for the bakery. I think we have saved up enough where we are actually going to renovate and finally get that space upstairs sorted so we’ll be closed for a month or so.” Y/N explained, having been working on that for a while. “I could be on tour with you then dunno where in the world you’ll be, but I’ll come with. It’s um early summer.” 

“Sounds like a definite plan.” Harry had planned this whole trip out and was so unbelievably excited at the thing. How had he been this lucky? Been able to give his girl things, to even find her to begin with? He was just incredibly grateful for his life at the moment, and he knew Y/N was too. “Baby... when it comes to the bakery, I really wouldn’t mind loaning some money to you guys for help and repairs. And by loaning I mean, give you money and say you can pay me back but I will refuse it.” He smirked, stroking her arm as she looked at some of her gifts. “I have money. I’m not sitting here saying that to be facetious but, I have money I will never spend in my whole lifetime. Being able to help you and the others at the bakery makes me happy.”

Y/N looked at him with a sweet smile, “That does mean a lot and I appreciate it. I do. But you know, I signed that contract and I have all the money from it... and it’s all going to the bakery.” She told him, realizing she never told him why she actually signed the contract. One of the reasons was because she was a fan but another one was because of the money for the bakery. 

“If I ever do need it, I will let you know. But even being affiliated with you already brings a lot of business.” Y/N blushed, setting all of her gifts to the side so that she could crawl into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him, pecking his lips a few times as she always did. She pulled back a little, playing with his hair as they sat and chatted. “Thank you for all the presents, baby, you are incredibly sweet.” Y/N cooed, “for everything... for the trip, for the gifts. You do so much for me and I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.”

“Of course, my precious girl. Trust me. It’s my pleasure to spoil the hell out of you.” Harry promised. Y/N made him so happy, it was only right that he got to spoil the girl that made him feel on top of the world. Truly. “It’s only the beginning for us. You’ve no idea how excited I am to have the both of us together like this. That we get some alone time. That makes me feel incredible.” He felt happy at this moment. Totally at peace. “I know that I’ve been so quiet and private my last few relationships but.... I love making you happy. I love people knowing that it’s you and I together. If that makes sense? S’like, I don’t mind anyone knowing that we are together. I’m proud to show off our little team.”

“It’s been the nicest thing and it’s only been like three days?” Y/N sighed in thought, “I mean, I love being with you back home too, but it’s nice to just have you all to myself. Don’t have to share with anyone or split my time between you and work.” She really had been so relaxed, comfortable in just being with Harry without any other obligations or eyes watching them. It did however, warm her heart to hear him say that he didn’t mind people knowing they were together, “really?” She asked in a truly touched tone. It meant a lot to her, to think that she had made him feel comfortable enough to show that side of him to the public even a little bit. As a fan she knew Harry was a very private person, she never expected him to confirm a relationship or speak about how he felt unless it was in the form of music. “I’m definitely proud to show you off and I know it’s a big step for you to even somewhat confirm that you’re with me. Like, I know we had to for the public, but you’ve never... done anything like what you’ve done with me and it makes me feel really special. It really does.” Y/N was dying to see the three little words.

“It’s a lot— or it was before you. I didn’t like people knowing. I don’t know if it’s because I was embarrassed to be with them... maybe it’s because I didn’t want to lie directly to fans. It felt weird.” Harry admitted. “Yeah... think that may be part of why. It feels odd. Because this is a real relationship and people are quite invested in us. It’s not fake or something people hate. You know?” He tilted his head. “I dunno. It just feels right. A lot of things do, that didn’t before.” He murmured with a smile. Y/N was glowing today. Looking so beautiful, happy. Content. “I like showing you off. It’s so much fun. Especially with how you are with me. We are drawn to one another.”

Y/N smiled, listening intently to the way he spoke. Harry has a very Harry way of explaining things. It was something that was so authentically him and he didn’t even realize he did it. “I try to tone it down in public though, don’t want people knowing I’m a sex pest.” Y/N joked, but she sort of meant it. She wanted to maintain their privacy a little bit, didn’t want everyone knowing everything. “I like to think we work really well together. You keep me grounded and I feel like I get you to be a bit more vulnerable and kinder to yourself.” Y/N said softly, “you definitely taught me to be that way though... but I don’t blame you for not taking your own advice. I’ll happily remind you how amazing you are everyday.” That was true, she could go on for ages just hyping him up for the smallest of things. “So proud to call you my boyfriend too. Not only are you incredibly talented, you’re legitimately good at everything that you do. There is nothing you don’t do well. You’re so handsome and you’ve got the biggest heart on the planet. Everyone loves you, baby.” Y/N cooed, genuinely just so gooey over him.

“Stooooop.” Harry blushed, burying his face in her chest. Little Y/N had him on his toes all the time and he wouldn’t have it any other way, truly. The only woman who made him blush besides his own mum. “You’re so sweet. But you’re very talented too. Swear, never tasted lemon squares like the ones you make. I’m not even big on sweets, but it makes me very happy to think about the fact that I am dating the world's best baker. Would be a right shame if it was anyone else. Wouldn’t appreciate the goods correctly.” He was playful with her. He’d found himself being so serious lately, the past two years, that he had felt completely out of it. But she puked that part out of him. Mae the jokes flow.

“Never!” Y/N giggled at his reaction, kissing his head once again. She lingered there for a moment, just taking in his scent. His hair smelt like a mix between his regular scent and salt water, also a hint of coconut from the sun cream they had been using. It smelt like her personal version of paradise. “Of course, baby. Should put ‘Harry Styles approved’ on every item on my menu. Only the highest ranking of deserts get your stamp of approval, huh?” Y/N teased, petting his hair as he stayed hidden in her chest. They had a whole week to spend like this, that was the best part. Completely free of all worries. 

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Harry watched Y/N from the side of his eye as she scrolled on her phone, giggling to herself. He wasn’t sure what she was up to since he had gone to grab her a drink but he knew she was up to no good.

“What are you doing there, pet?” He quirked his brow as he came up next to her. When she realized he had the pina colada in his hands she gave him the ‘gimme’ hands which made him chuckle under his breath. Sometimes she was such a baby, and didn’t even realize it. Sitting down next to her, he handed the drink to her greedy little hands before resting his chin on her shoulder. The door was wide open, allowing the island breeze to swirl around their little villa. The sliding glass doors that looked into the beach and pool were usually kept this way. It was about the middle of their vacation together and he was having the time of his life. Just being around her rejuvenated him in ways he didn’t think possible.

“Hmmm?” Y/N hummed, taking a sip from her piña colada. “I’m just on Twitter.” Y/N mumbled with a small smirk, “your fans are well funny, you know?” She told him as a matter of factly and took another sip from her drink as she pulled up the tweet that made her laugh. It was one of those ‘I’m literally just vibin’ edits that always made her giggle. Y/N leaned back into him with a hum, “Know you don’t use social media much, but I’ll start texting you screen shots or something. You’re missing out on comedic genius.” She turned her head to look at him a bit and pecked the corner of his mouth. “You look cute.” Y/N muttered, pressing another kiss to his slightly sunburnt nose. He looked like he did in the lights up video that he recently came out with, all glowy and tanned. She was completely and utterly in love with him, that was a fact. Y/N had been for years really, but everyone said it wasn’t the same kind of love. That true love. She agreed though, that the love she felt for him now was much stronger than it ever was. Still reminiscent though. It made her feel so soft inside knowing that she got to love on him everyday and that she could just pick up the phone and call him whenever she missed hearing his voice. That she got to cuddle with him whenever she wanted to and kiss him and tell him how proud she is every single day. It was something she always dreamed about doing, the soft domestic things. 

He was the love of her life, always would be.

“My fans? Yeah. They’re pretty great. M’dating one of them.” Harry gave her a goofy little smile, kissing her lips three times, making an obnoxiously loud noise when he did so to make her laugh. Her laugh was his favorite sound. God, he was in love. And for the first time, he knew that she wouldn’t break his heart. He had confidence that Y/N loved him back and wouldn’t do what anyone else tried to. It was proven in the way she was around him, how she gave him kisses so tenderly and didn’t need to show off. She was so happy to not post a thing if she didn’t need to, just to be around him. He had a few more defining questions for her, though. Just to make it clear that he meant business and to see if she did too— or if he would have to work on it. Settling in next to her, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and out his legs up on the table, letting her throw one of her legs over his thighs. “What do you see in your future? A big question but... ideally, in a year or so, where do you want to be?”

Y/N laughed as he kissed her, moving her hand up to wipe the extra slobber off her lips pretending like she was disgusted when she wasn’t at all. It was cute really, the way he was with her and the way he knew how to make her laugh and get her all giddy without trying all that hard. It didn’t take much, Harry still gave her butterflies the same way he did all those years ago when she first saw an interview of his. She moved so both of her legs were across his lap, locking her phone and setting it down before moving her hand up on his chest to play with his cross necklace. Y/N was a bit surprised at his question, never did she think he’d be asking her something like this about half a year in. He always seemed to be so cautious with his relationships and she felt he’d be the same with her, especially because she was a fan.

“In my future?” Y/N repeated back to him, looking up at him with her eyes all innocent and suddenly serious because it did mean a lot to her. “Well... I’d like for the bakery to be booming, but it already is....” She paused for a moment, taking her eyes off of his necklace before looking back up at him. “It might sound really cheesy, but I don’t mind where I am a year from now as long as you’re there.” Y/N said honestly, feeling a bit bashful because she really did mean it and she’d never said anything like that to anyone let alone someone as important to her as Harry.

“Yeah?” Harry's smile was soft but it was a relief. She wanted to just be with him. It was about the same for him. “S’a good thing I feel the same then.” He was teasing but obviously meant it. His fingers drew circles on her thigh, finding comfort in touching her skin. It was warm and he felt just... soft, around her. “Guess m’just thinking about the future. How I want you in mine. As long as you’ll let me have you.” He murmured, playing with the hem of her dress, feeling a little bashful himself. “I thought I had everything planned out— to an extent, I do. But I realized I needed to ask you what you want.” He cleared his throat and looked back at her face. “You see this as long term, yeah? Don’t plan on anyone else?”

Her smile was wide, that soft and bashful expression locked on her face as he spoke. Y/N swore her heart was beating so hard she could feel it in her throat, scared that it would fly right out of her if she wasn’t careful. Sure they talked about their feelings a lot, but they had never properly talked about what they wanted out of the relationship beyond just being a couple. 

“Of course I do.” She spoke genuinely, her eyes scanning his for any sign of uncertainty. “It’s only ever been you.... only ever going to be you.” Y/N told him and swallowed thickly because she was essentially saying she was in love with him without actually outright saying the words. Y/N knew how Aquarians could be and how they could run from commitment unless they themselves wanted it. He had to be the one to say it. It made Y/N nervous. She wondered what he had planned out, wondered what it was that he wanted out of his future since apparently she was in it. Sure they were a very coupley, they had spent nearly everyday together and essentially lived with one another, but it has all just been fun, the beginning of their relationship. Something was telling her that Harry was starting to see it as more and that made her very happy. She wasn’t the only one.

“Good. Cause— I’ve been thinking lately. About us, how you make me feel like the most comfortable I’ve ever felt in my own skin. I’ve been scared to truly tell you how much I want you for... forever, essentially. Don’t want to scare you off.” Harry swallowed thickly. Y/N was it, as people said. “I don’t want you calling anyone else baby. I don’t want you with anyone else. I want you. S’selfish maybe. But I’ve been thinking it through and I figured out that I’ve got to stop beating around the bush with how I feel and tell you that I think about it long term.” He wasn’t good with talking about feelings but he was making himself be for her sake. “I’ve never been this content in a relationship. Always looking for the other shoe to drop. I don’t feel that with you.” Y/N had him at ease. “I wanted to ask... what do you want? Out of life, out of a relationship? Outlining a dream life, I would want to know. Want to see if I can make it happen.”

Y/N’s hand stilled on his chest, simply resting it flat against his sternum as he spoke and felt that his chest too was beating faster than usual. His heartbeat was slow and steady naturally, but she could tell that he was nervous. It made her feel a bit more calm and she hoped that he too would feel calmer with the way she was looking at him with the utmost adoration in her eyes. 

“Just want to be happy... that’s all I want. I just want to be happy... and for you to be happy and.... and if we’re talking about forever, I want our kids to be happy..” Y/N was soft yet firm, wanting him to know she was in fact serious about what she was saying. “Because my dream life has always had *you* in it. Even before you knew I existed, you give me everything I’ve ever wanted and then some.... couldn’t even begin to think of what else I could want.” She chuckled and shook her head because she felt really soft and mushy. Properly giddy. “You’re my best friend. Know I can trust you with anything, know you’ll be there to support me, know that no matter what you’ll always be there and you’ll always get me and that’s all I could ever want out of a relationship.”

She said our kids. That made Harry feel... so many things. She really wanted to stay and be with him. Forever. It was an utter relief to know he wasn’t alone in thinking about that. His smile took over his face as he leaned and hid his face in her neck, kissing the warm skin there. 

“Want that too. But I’ll always be there for you. M’happy that you know that, even so early on. A lot of my past relationships didn’t have any trust. On either ends. But I never even question you anymore. At first, we know I was scared. But I just know you’ll be there.” He pulled his face out of her neck and fixed the hair that had come out of her little messy bun. “Kids... how many?” He asked quietly. “Where do you want to settle eventually? S’a lot, I know. I just… I think about it, a lot.”

Y/N cooed as he nuzzled his face in her neck, her eyes fluttering shut as she brought her hand to pet his hair and kissed the side of his head a few times because she was just so in love. She constantly wanted to smother him in her affection and she was so happy that he liked it. Others would say she was far too clingy, but Y/N just loved to show her love. Wanted him to know she was constantly wanting to love up on him in any way that she could. 

“Four.” She answered before he even finished talking. Y/N always always wanted a lot of kids, her maternal instincts told her that she definitely wanted more than one. She felt like four was a good number, frankly, if they had more they’d have more. “Somewhere in England, feel like it’s our home no?” Y/N has also thought about it a lot, before she met him but even more when she did meet him. Getting to know him and his preferences helped with that as well, helped adjust her daydreams into something that could become reality. “What do you think? How many kids do you want? Where would you like to settle down?”

“I’ve always wanted a lot of kids.” Harry admitted. Y/N would make an incredible mother. She had all the traits of a good one and he was beyond glad to think she would be the one mothering his children. He had a soft spot for babies and that much was apparent. “It’s a dream to be a father. I’ve adored kids and to have my own... I’d love it.” He would be so excited to have any baby. “I want a place in the states and England. London or around my mum, most likely. I want to travel with you, see more places but... there’s nowhere that says home rather than where your family is. Got Jeff in California and my mum here so...” He shrugged. Anywhere Y/N would like would work too. “Considering you’ll be the one carrying my babies.. it really is up to you how many we have. However, I’d like as many as we can manage.” Harry placed a hand on her stomach. She wasn’t pregnant yet, probably wouldn’t be for a while but, the thought had him warm. “Don’t jump at this question, because m’just wondering.... your stance on marriage?” He asked gently. “S’it something you’d want? I know some people are against those types of contracts and things along those lines.”

If you told 12 year old Y/N that she’d be sitting and talking about having kids and marriage with Harry Styles one day, she’d be just as overwhelmed as 22 year old Y/N was right now. She always had to pinch herself at times, to remind her that she wasn’t dreaming and that this was her life. That Harry was her boyfriend and wanted a future with her and well... it was everything she’d ever wanted. Truly. 

“Feel like I’m pretty old fashioned, quite like the idea of getting married one day... I like the whole concept, think it’s beautiful.” Y/N said with a slight blush, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek because he too was smiling like an idiot as was she. Thank god they were alone, anyone looking in would probably feel sick just from looking at how sweet the two looked. Y/N leaned in to press a sweet kiss to his lips, just because she really wanted to. It was quick, because she knew he’d want to talk. She bit her lip and let her thumb caress his cheek. Y/N really did love him, she’d do whatever he wanted really and the best part about that was knowing that what he wanted was what she wanted and so on.

“Perfect. I do too but, if you hadn’t wanted it I would have adjusted.” Harry knew that he would bend over backwards for her at this point. Y/N had him by the balls. The best part was he didn’t even care. “What type of wedding have you dreamed of? I know that people dream of their weddings when they’re younger... I picture you as a dreamer, so what was the dream?” He asked, leaning into her touch. The love was so obvious in their eyes and actions and damn, they were talking about a fucking wedding. But Harry was positive that this was the girl he was going to marry. He didn’t want anyone else.

“I have a board on Pinterest.” Y/N whispered, knowing that it would make him laugh because that was definitely something Y/N would do. She kissed his lips one more time and went to unlock her phone, opening up Pinterest and showing opening up the wedding folder. It of course had all different kinds of things, from color schemes to aesthetic ideas. She even had a picture of a ring or type of dress she could possibly want. Everything was thought out. “Think I’d want to have a destination wedding somewhere warm and romantic... like in Italy or something. Then again, wouldn’t mind having one in England either but...” Y/N blushed, realizing she was in fact talking about a theoretical wedding between the two of them. “But I’d like to invite whoever is important in our lives... whoever would be happy to know we are happy and just, would love to celebrate with us.” Y/N shrugged, “reckon Jeff should get ordained or something.” She teased but was also somewhat serious.

“I would like a destination wedding too.” Harry smiled. The thought made him happy. Feel warm and fuzzy knowing she was thinking about him when she would be walking down the aisle. He wanted it, wanted her to only want him. Ever. “I agree. I would do whatever you’d like but, a smaller wedding in terms of people would probably be better, the most important people. Surrounded by trust.” Y/N was so good for him. They clicked on everything. “I think it’s a once in a lifetime thing— or, for me it will be.” He smiled lightly at her. “So it will be as special as we would want it to be. I’m sorry I’m throwing these things at you I just... I love you. You know that, baby? Want forever with you... planning these things out, having an idea of what our life could look like just makes me happy.” Harry wanted her to know he wasn’t trying to rush her into it but was just looking for general ideas. That’s what he wanted. But he did want her to be up front with him. Wanted her to tell him honestly what she’d like and dislike.

Y/N felt her eyes tear up at his words feeling so beyond happy and lucky that he was hers. Of all the girls in the world who loved him, she was the one he loved. “I love you too... so much.” She told him and let out a chuckle because she really was about to start crying at how goddamn happy she was. She was turning 23 tomorrow, on a romantic trip with her boyfriend who was her best friend, the person she loved more than anything in the world. Y/N could possibly have asked for more. “You mean so much to me, you know that. Can never properly put it into words. I just love you, so much. Always have and I always will.” It was something that she had always wanted to say to him, truly she could never express how much she loved him but considering the fact that they’d just talked about marriage and having kids? She could safely assume she had her whole life to show him everyday just how much she loved him.

“I love you, little lady. So much.” Harry pulled her to sit on his lap and then in his arms to rest against his body. Thankfully the seat was soft and he could recline a bit, feeling the warmth fill him when she hid her face in his neck and kissed on the sling lovingly. “You’re the best thing to happen to me. I’m not just saying that. The fact you’ve given me chances even after I was a cold hearted dick, regardless of the fact I was protecting myself— you understood and forgave me. You were so kind despite it all and it’s something I admire so much of you. You’re always being kind to anyone who needs it.” He stroked her hair as she laid against him. “I just want you to see how much you’re loved. Every day, you amaze me. And I want to plan my life with you. Make you see how much I adore you.”

Y/N wrapped herself around his body like a koala, breathing in his scent deeply when she nuzzled her face into his neck. He was always so warm and smelled so good, it felt like home to her and she was so happy that this was forever. She wouldn’t want it any other way. 

“Knew you were only being a dick cause you refused to give me a proper chance.” Y/N mumbled against his neck, pressing soft kisses to it that made small squishy noises whenever she pulled off. “Couldn’t resist me.” She giggled and blew a little raspberry against his skin before pulling away to look at him properly again. “But you do, baby, everyday... and I hope I show you too, everyday, just how much I love you.” Y/N said with a bright smile, “Devoted my life to you a long time ago, have the cringe tweets to prove it.” She teased, “you didn’t have a Y/N stan account did you? No.”

“Couldn’t resist you at all. I knew that night... the one at the club in that silk fuckin’ dress, that I’d be done for. I’d been trying so hard to not give in to my wants for you. It was so difficult and I know it but, fucks sake. You turned up in the car and looked so beautiful, tempted me so much.” Harry could drool thinking about that night. “I felt odd about how much I genuinely liked being around you. You were amazing and kind and I wasn’t pretending when I was with you— s’more pretending after. I loved going out to do things because I had an excuse to myself to talk to you.” He sighed. “You’ve no idea how badly it killed me when I saw all your posters torn down and in the closet. That... I was your idol in a sense and you’d been to my shows and bought my sweater and I had treated you so poorly.”

“You love that bloody dress. Never shut up about it.” Y/N teased, pressing a few kisses to his lips. “Knew when I bought it you’d die when you saw me in it so I just had to wear it that night.” Y/N explained, “it proper pissed me off that you were in denial, cause I sure as hell wasn't pretending and I could tell you weren’t either... I knew when we went to that date at the cafe.” 

Y/N always thought so fondly on their early days, even if he was a right dick to her. She just had a gut instinct that it wasn’t real, that he wouldn’t actually act that way. Seeing him cry in her room that one night proved that she was right too. It made her feel hopeful again. “I know, baby... but, I would have done it all ten times over.” Y/N said honestly, “I know it sounds really cliché, but you did so much for me and my confidence when I was younger that even if I chucked all the things into a box and never looked at them again... I could never actually hate you. Ever. The things you and the boys did for me is truly something I could ever replace.”

“I’m glad I was able to do that for you. That you found comfort in me and was able to feel confidence. And now look at us.” Harry kissed her lips. “Do you know how much it kills me that you were in the audience while I was performing and I didn’t know you yet? That I could have had you so much sooner but I didn’t?” He sighed. Granted, it worked out because only the last tour she would have been legal but, still. “I think everything happens for a reason. You know that? I think that the reason you were sent to me from the universe is to show me how to love and trust again. And you’ve done that so well.” He was so trusting in her. Loved her more than he could ever explain. “S’crazy. To think that someone I can consider my soul mate was right under my nose for a while and I didn’t know. Wait!” He looked at her with wide eyes. “Did you read those... fan fiction thingies?”

“Yeah. Yeah I was right under your nose, fucking shaved pussy and everything.” Y/N told him with a straight face, knowing it would make him laugh. It was a meme but every one direction fan did it, showed up looking their best and coochies shaved just in case. “Really thought whole heartily as a 14 year old that you would see me and think, ‘wow I want to have sex with her’” She mocked his accent. “Did you know, you once spat water on me and it was the best moment of my life.” Y/N said as a matter of factly, “reckon I still have all the photos from all the shows on my phone... if you wanna see.” She knew he would like to see them and hear her commentary in the moment. Maybe seeing her in context would ring some bells. When he mentioned fan fiction Y/N’s eyes widened, looking at him with raised brows. “Of course I did.” She bit her lip, “Some of it is really fucking hot, I tell you. And it’s scary cause a lot of it is accurate. Like people know how you fuck just by looking at ya.”

“I spit on you? The fans seem to love that shit. I love watching them freak out. Aw... and now I spit into your mouth while I fuck you, baby.” Harry cooed, pinching her cheek. “What a glow up, as the kids say.” They often joke about him being an old man and not having the same ‘knowledge’ as the fans. “Wait... I’ve never really read it. I know a fan fiction of me is a movie but everyone told me it wasn’t worth the read so I haven’t.” He chuckled at the thought. At least someone was inspired by him enough to make things. That’s how he thought of it. “How do people... know how I am?” He questioned. “I’ve always been a bit interested but afraid to actually look.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as he pinched her cheeks, opening her mouth for him nonetheless and waited for him to spit in it because she wanted him to do it now. Why not right? She continued on as if hadn’t happened, smiling happily as she continued on explaining about fan fiction. 

“You have this energy about, guess people can assume you’re quite kinky based on your songs and the way you act or say things.” Y/N chuckled, “not so secretive about it... we all heard medicine and watermelon sugar.” She pointed out before pulling out her phone to go on tumblr and pulled up some of her favorite writing. “Essentially how it works is like... you’re the muse. It’s not always like you as you are presented in the media. Sometimes it’s you and your personality but just like being a football player, or a ceo, or a pornstar or whatever it may be... it’s called an AU or alternate universe. Sometimes it’s you, as is. The dorky rockstar we know and love, that’s called canon.” Y/N felt like it was pretty straight forward. “There are some really hot ones either way... what sounds appealing to you?”

“That’s... a lot. So basically, some are just me playing a character... but my name?” Harry questioned, furrowing his brows. “And others are meant to be me me. That’s interesting.” He was confused but also endeared. How he got such creative fans, he wasn’t sure. “I’d never judge too harshly. I’m happy I inspire people to do things and write things. As long as it’s legal, I’m okay.” He would never shame them for if. Maybe he didn’t understand but that didn’t mean it was bad. “Read me one of your favorite ones then.” He snuggled her up in his lap, keeping her close.  “Being the muse is nice instead of having one. But you’re about to have many albums written about you, little miss.” He teased, squeezing her waist. “Bet you aren’t ready for that one.” 

“Yeah, baby.” Y/N giggled, endeared that he was trying so hard to understand. “Some are characters that are adapted to have your personality and appearance, other times they’re genuinely writing about you and what they think you’d do in a certain situation.” She explained and got all cozy in his lap with him. “You’re such a good boy.” Y/N cooed and kissed his cheek, “I love you.” She smiled and puckered her lips for him to kiss before she went to look for something to read to him. “Ooo okay!” She smiled, “So this is a popular one. She’s an incredible writer really. Think she has really creative ideas and a specific style and well... she knows how to write you really well too.” Y/N looked at him and watched his reaction to what she was about to tell him. “This story is about the reader, I’m going to use my name, and you... but in this story you’re a single father of a son and you need a babysitter.” She explained and realized how porno-esque it sounded, “and it’s not like that!! It’s actually really sweet and wholesome.” 

Y/N began reading the story, outlining how essentially her character had been walking her dog in a rich neighborhood because she wanted her dog to have nice grass to walk around on and what have you. Established that Harry lived in one of these nice houses and how his son, Teddy, had seen her dog and wanted to pet it. How she tried to act like she lived in the neighborhood cause she was embarrassed and how after running into each other on multiple occasions, Harry urgently needed a nanny.

Harry listened with interest. It was a cute little story. Very wholesome when it came to the fact that it was him as a single father and a little boy. He’d never be a single father though, he’d never let Y/N go. However it was a good idea for a role play in the bedroom— he’d bring that up later though. 

“It’s so incredible to me. She’s so talented in her writing and manages to make it so anyone could insert themselves into the story. And she typed out my accent which is odd but also cute.” Harry chuckled, leaning his chin on her shoulder. “The fact that I can inspire someone to write a story at all blows my mind. It makes me happy; too. I hope she goes for writing as a career. I like how she made me in this.” He squeezed her. “But what else do you read? How many people write these?”

“S’cute isn’t it? It makes people feel comforted, you know?” Y/N told him and kissed his nose, “people love you, baby... you’re so lovely and people value that. You’re special, you’ve got character and you’re interesting and witty and just good at everything you do. It makes it easy.” Y/N shrugged feeling like it made perfect sense. She raised her brow when he said what else she read, smirking to herself. “Oh, I read some filthy things too.” Y/N admitted and went to go find something properly dirty to read. “Easily hundreds if not thousands...” She said and nodded her head. 

“Ah! Here we go.” 

Y/N has pulled up a fic that was about a mob boss version Harry. It was filthy. Full of smut that even made Harry blush. His brows rose at the content she was showing him. It was so dirty. For younger people they sure as hell could write good sex scenes. 

“Christ, baby. You’d sit and read this? Get wet doing it too?” He loved that though. “Maybe it’s the narcissist in me... but the fact that I’ve been the one to get you off since day one makes me a little crazy.” Harry chuckled. God. She didn’t even know what it did to him. It was an ego boost definitely. “Just... god, you know I don’t mean to get dirty, my love. But the thought of you in bed and making yourself keep quiet when you touch yourself because people are asleep... s’so fucking hot.” He let out a breath, hiding his face back in her neck. It really got to him in the deepest parts.

“Mhmm...” Y/N hummed as a matter of factly, “Literally every night.” She told him and felt her face heat up because she was turned on in telling him this, turned on because he too liked the idea of her getting off to him for all those years. “Proper wet too... like, seeping through panties wet.” It was true, she remembered many nights that she got all worked up over reading fic about him. Y/N smiled as he nuzzled his face in her neck, giggling because he was clearly turned on by the thought of it. “Glad you think so, definitely makes me feel a lot better about it... never felt guilty about it but... knowing you like the thought of it... makes me feel good.” She cooed and kissed the side of his head. “So yeah, that’s your little fanfic intro. Hope you enjoyed it.” She hummed, glad to be closing the chapter before he asked if she herself had written fanfic about him before. Y/N has deleted a lot of it because she didn’t think it was all that good, but there were some things she had kept.

“It’s so interesting to me that people write this and read it but now I’ve seen it, I have to say it’s good. I’ve never been on this site much— tumblr.” Harry read the name of it. “Niall went on it once and they had a proper laugh over some of the stuff. I think it was those photo things with quotes that people think we have said?” He was trying to remember. “Either way, it was funny. But this is next level stuff. And the stuff you read.” He smirked. Oh, his girl. It was a weird comfort to him that Y/N has always been attracted to Hmm. Always wanted him. He was her dream man. She was his dream girl now. He couldn’t imagine having anyone else. He loved her body and her mind, how she spoke and how she treated him. It was like the best case scenario in every option. “I love the thought of it though. Maybe m’just a greedy bastard who likes being selfish with your pussy but, knowing I didn’t have to share it much... that I was the one that got you wet? It helps me.”

“How romantic.” Y/N teased, brushing some of his hair away because it was getting quite long. Y/N loved it though. “You always cut your hair right when it’s the perfect length.” She spoke out loud, “noticed you always did that before... but then I realized that you look good no matter what your hair looks like, and then I don’t get too upset.” Y/N shook her head a bit. “What I am upset about though, is that I didn’t get to experience you in 2015... in the flesh. Because fuck me....” Y/N felt herself got hot over the thought of him with long hair, wearing those patterned button ups. It was the beginning of an era, the precursor to solo harry. She felt it was prime time. “Literally, since the long hair you just kept getting more and more attractive and I physically don’t know how I’m going to handle you getting hotter every year, I already feel like a nympho. What are we going to do about it?” Y/N asked like it was a genuine concern of hers. “The struggles of having the hottest man in the world as my boyfriend.”

Harry let out a bark of a laugh, kissing the side of her head in fondness over her. God, she was something else. His little angel. How had he gotten that lucky? He didn’t know. But the compliment had him smiling. 

“Well, thank you— but we will just have to figure out how to satisfy your sexual appetite. Can’t say I mind at all.” He smirked. “Hell, we’ve had some good sex here. The best I’ve ever had. You just know where to touch and how to make me feel good. S’a little freaky how well you know me.” He snickered.  “But see... I can’t wait to watch you grow as well. Grow more confident and show yourself off a little bit more. When you get pregnant with my babies... god, it’s gonna be so hard to keep my hands off. I think that will truly be my downfall. And right after, with all the softness. I love thinking about it.” 

Y/N blushed, smiling at him like a kid who got her way when he said they’d figure something out to keep her satisfied. That’s exactly what she liked to hear. He was right about their sex though, it really was incredible. “Definitely don’t think it’s freaky when you’re cumming down my throat though.” She teased, knowing that’s not what he meant but she wanted to remind him anyway. 

“Knew you had a thing for pregnant ladies, always wondered how you’d be when you got a girl pregnant... and it’s going to be me.” Y/N smirked smugly, “that’s sexy.” She giggled before thinking about it for a minute. “S’why you like my tummy?” Y/N asked curiously, “cause I’m all squishy and maternal? Reckon you have a breeding kink... think about putting a baby in me a lot, hypothetically.” Y/N did like to pick at Harry’s brain, likes finding out things about him that she could interpret or integrate into their lives. Ultimately, Y/N loved to make Harry happy, to keep him pleased and satisfied with life. It made her really happy.

“I think I do. I’ve never explored that, obviously but... the thought of getting you pregnant does arouse me.” God, did it. It had worried Harry a little, and at first he hadn’t been sure why but now he was going to embrace it. “I do love your tummy. S’soft. I love touching and kissing it. Even just normally. I love that you’ve got curves. Something for me to grab on to and caress and kiss. It’s so sexy.” He had been missing out beforehand. Y/N was where it’s at. “A breeding kink though.. you’re most likely right. I’ve never specifically done anything with that because I’ve never felt comfortable but, I’m happy to tell you that the moment you tell me you want a child I will take off weeks to make sure there is one in there.” He smiled when she rolled her eyes playfully. “The idea does make me hot, though. Probably isn’t something to mention in public because I’ll get hard.”

Y/N felt all giddy at the thought, loved that he loved her body and that he got turned on at the thought of getting her pregnant. It was incredibly empowering, something that a woman who was naturally maternal and nurturing loved to hear. 

“You really shouldn’t have told me that.” Y/N chuckled, “because now I’ll definitely make sure I tell you in public whenever I do wanna have a baby.” She really did mean it too. She would remember this moment and be sure to tell him in a public place so that they could rush home and get started. That was extremely hot. Besides, it wasn’t like doing stuff in public wasn’t a thing for them already. Y/N looked at him fondly, simply just appreciating this moment because lord knows when they’d next have a period of time where they could just hang out like this. She was going to miss him when he went on tour, knowing she couldn’t follow him everywhere. “I love you.” Y/N said once again, “thank you so much for this trip, I know you said that it’s nothing but it’s something... a big something. Means a lot to me that you even thought to take ten days off your busy schedule to just go away and spend time with me one on one... and all these gifts on top of that, I’m truly the luckiest girl in the world.”

“Of course I would. I’d do anything for you, my love. You make me so incredibly happy all the time, it’s only the beginning of what I’ll be doing to make you happy and to show my love.” Harry promised. She had no idea of the things he was going to do for her. The way he would move mountains and stars for her if he found he was able to. She was going to be the most spoiled little thing on earth and truly had not a clue. Her whole life, he would be looking for things to do for her. “If you need me, I’ll drop everything for you. I’ve seen how people in my situation can ruin relationships by not making time for their partner. I’ve seen the mistakes and I know that I won’t make them. You mean too much to me to ever even risk losing.”

Y/N smiled fondly at him, pressing soft kisses to his chin, cheek, nose, and lips. “You’re an angel.” She cooed, pushing some hair away from his face and sighing out in content. “What time is it?” Y/N asked curious because she was a little tired, who would think all this relaxing would make her tired? 

They went for a swim in the morning usually, laid out and tanned, explored some of the town and of course they fucked. Whenever they were in the mood, they did. It was simple as that. Granted, that’s how it usually was, but here it was a bit more constant. The two of them barely clothed all the time, tanned and sweaty. 

“I would say let’s go for a walk on the beach, but I’m quite enjoying this cuddle.” Y/N hummed, letting her face nuzzled into his neck once again. She closed her eyes, still gently scratching at Harry’s scalp. Y/N had a feeling tomorrow would be quite the busy day, it was her birthday after all.

“Me as well.” Harry liked holding her. “I love having you like this. Sometimes I feel a bit clingy but, I love being able to touch you and feel you.” He admitted. How he would ever survive weeks without her, he didn’t know. “I know a lot of guys don’t like to show their emotion when it comes to this stuff but, I don’t know how they hide it. I hate the idea of not being with you like this. It was hell trying to pretend I didn’t want you on my lap beforehand so of course M’gonna eat this shit up.” He kissed the side of her head, hands rubbing up and down her back. “Think it’s round dinner time. I can call and get it brought to us. Tomorrow we are going somewhere special.” He was excited for their plans tomorrow.

“I like that you’re all clingy like me, makes me feel like less of a weirdo to always want to be touching you.” She giggled, “always thought you’d be... but then again you seemed to be so private and not about PDA. I mean, you’re still like that... but less with me.” Y/N did feel really special. She knew that a lot of it was for PR initially, but after that, he seemed to be completely okay with them being a bit lovey dovey in public. Holding hands and kisses and stuff, not thing too major. It made her feel good, she liked that he liked to show her off. Harry didn’t go to many award shows but she was excited to get to see him in his element and maybe be a plus one at some point. She’d love to wear some designer outfit and support him live and in person, interact with all the celebrities and gush about how much she loved Harry.

“I think I’ve never felt comfortable enough. For a few reasons— but the way people get invested in my relationships, I’ve never wanted to disappoint fans when I’d break up with them. It was odd. But I don’t feel like we will. So... I feel okay with them getting more invested in us.” It was an odd thing but since Y/N was a big fan, he knew she would most likely understand the reasonings he had. People were very sensitive when it came to his dating life and while he may not understand it, he knew that Y/N did. He didn’t want his fans upset if they didn’t have to be. 

“I also didn’t want those photos haunting me for years. You know? I didn’t want people to use them against me when I ended up out of the relationship.”

Y/N nodded her head, knowing exactly what he meant. “I get that. You know how you say you think I know more about you than you do? It’s the same with fans. We love you and want to protect you and naturally some people have a strange way of showing it and get jealous.... just want people’s intentions to be pure.” She explained and let out a sigh. “Like, people are always going to hate, but i'm sure even you can tell the difference to how fans have responded... people love genuine love, and if there is any hint of deception people see it.” Y/N knew first hand, watched the way people ripped Kendall and Camille new ones and roasted her whilst there were significantly less hate comments about Y/N. “It’s really nice knowing your fans like me? Dunno, I feel like I’m one of them, because I am... I guess they feel represented.” Y/N smiled and felt herself blush, “would never do anything that would make them feel like I felt on a higher level... I’m still a fan, just cause you’re my boyfriend doesn’t change that.”

“I’m glad. I think maybe that’s what I’ve needed? Someone who understands that and doesn’t resent fans for wanting that for me.” Harry had always thought about it and tried his best to truly understand their heads. “I’ve never gone into it being like... I want a famous girlfriend. It’s just who I was exposed to. But I think that’s where I went wrong. I needed someone who wasn’t from this type of life, who wasn’t so jaded and guarded from everything.” Y/N was everything he could have wanted. “It makes me happy to think about you being friendly with the fans. Being more open with them is something I want to do with this next album, you know?” He dipped his hand under her shirts to feel more of the skin. He was greedy for touch. “I feel like... I hid so much of myself to protect myself in the band. Had to pretend I was a certain way because I was trying to protect my inner feelings that I haven’t been fully honest and out there.”

“If you never went through it, you wouldn’t know what you really wanted though. It taught you so much about yourself and about life and that’s what is most important. We all go through our own personal customized hell for a while and if we learned what we were meant to, we are gifted with what we have always wanted.” Y/N smiled brightly against his skin, kissing it softly before pulling back to look at him again. “The fans know that, they respect you. Most do. They want the best for you and want you to feel comfortable, just like I do or gem or your mum.” Y/N cooed, cupping his cheek. “I think they’d really like that, you know? They’ll appreciate it that much more because they know how much it means for you to be open.” It warmed her heart to think he was finally ready to be himself in the public. Sure he always had been, but to be even more vulnerable and to be more open with the fans and with his message. It was so inspiring. People loved that Harry was unapologetically himself and that would only continue. “I’m proud of you.”

“It’s been difficult but seeing you... as a fan beforehand, wanting me to be like that made me realize a lot. That you all genuinely want me to be happy. Which, in my eyes, is amazingly comforting.” Harry admitted. Y/N helped him so much. She didn’t even realize it. “I’m happy you’re mine. S’something that I just can’t believe sometimes. That you were placed into my life at such a perfect time.” It truly did shake him a little, how the work worked in that sense. She was perfect to the finest degree. At least to him. “I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. Not to scare you or anything— but I just think that you’re my forever and the fact that I can say that now makes me really fuckin’ happy.” He grinned. Y/N was changing him for the better.

Y/N smiled brightly, truly so happy that she was in fact completely and utterly in love with him the way he was with her. She’d never thought it would actually happen, only ever hoped and prayed that the day would come. “I’m so happy that you’re happy, never have to be shy in saying anything with me yeah?” She meant that. He could say anything at this point and she would be there supporting him, listening, and doing her part. “I love you. The most.” Y/N answered back to him, mirroring his grin right back. She felt like she owed it to him to be there for him in this time the way he was there for her when she needed most. To think that they’d be together forever, or that he even wanted forever with her? That was the best present anyone could ever give her. She’s found true love and she couldn’t be happier about it. “Forever.”

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Harry woke up early. It was Y/N’s birthday, and he decided to make a post on his instagram— a personal one. One he hadn’t done, ever. 

‘It is my favorite human's birthday today. My Y/N. 

These years of life have turned you into one of the most intelligent, kind, and interesting creatures on this planet. The ability to turn my mind around about many things— including sharing bits of my life like this. 

You are what makes me happy to get out of bed in the mornings. You make me coffee (black even though you hate it that way) and you sit and play with my hair until I wake up properly. You know I dislike avocado on my sandwiches and offer to switch every time I end up getting it by mistake. You take the time to ask me about my day and what I’ve eaten to make sure I haven’t forgotten. 

It’s been a long while since I’ve felt the care for me like this. I’ve never felt comfortable enough to share to the world that I love someone so much that my heart aches with what I feel is over capacity emotion. We’ve all read fairy tales and wanted that one true love. I’ve been lucky enough to find it. 

To find someone that fits every piece of you is so incredibly rare. I’m well aware of how lucky I am and I will never let you go because of that. Facing my fears is something you’ve made less scary— this being one of them. Teaching me vulnerability isn’t as terrifying as it seems, rather it is a release. 

So many things you’ve done to make me happy, and I’m looking forward to a lifetime of doing the same for you. 

Happy birthday, my sweet love. 

H’

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A/N: FIN. 

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The Borrower and Her Bean - Part 13

Summery: Kal is hungry, but Henry has to meet the family before they can get him help.

Word Count: 1200

Part 12 - Part 14

Greg could not understand how Melina slept in her room. For the last week, he and Carson had been sleeping in her shelter near the vent to prevent Henry from talking to her. They had covered the hole with material to prevent him and the light from waking them up too early. However, they were not been able to silence the bird that seemed to like to sing right outside the vent. Groaning he rolled over and put his pillow over his head, but it was no use he was awake now. Sitting up he looked over at Carson. His brother was sleeping on his stomach, one foot hanging over the edge of the bed along with his arm, snoring away. How can he sleep through all that noise, was the thought that ran through Greg's mind? Shaking his head he moved out of the room in search of food.

Walking into their little kitchen he noticed his mother pottering around making breakfast. Each action was familiar to him as she broke a bit of cheese off the large triangle that sat in the corner of the room. She bought it to the table and sliced it into small pieces to add to the fruit and large crumbs of bread on the table. However today her actions were not as direct, not as bubbly as if she was thinking about something else other than what she was doing. Taking a seat at the table he asked: "Are you, ok Mum?" she turned from pouring juice into their thimble cups her bottom lip quivering. "Your sister went out borrowing and hasn't returned. Dads checking the other houses first as she wouldn't have gone into his house. I'm worried, it's not like her to be gone this long." Greg tried to think when he last spoke to her, it had been just after sundown yesterday, an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach.

By mid-morning Dad had returned and the whole family was now meeting in the kitchen. All worried they realised that she must have gone into Henry's house. Greg was beginning to worry that they had trusted the bean too soon. What if he had captured her and refused to let her go? what if in his anger he had hurt her. Panic was setting in for all the families as they began to put together a rescue outfit. Greg and Carson along with the Pam, Elisha and their Mum and Dad's were all meetings now in their kitchen debating fleeing as was the borrower way or going to rescue Melina. Both the Dad's were having a heated argument when there was a voice from the doorway. Turning Greg breathed a sigh of relief then astonishment as he saw Melina with Henry standing awkwardly behind her. His hands were placed on her shoulders as if he needed the added courage.

All Borrowers staired not a sound could be heard but for the birds singing outside as Melina and Henry walked into the already crowded room. Greg watched Lina who looked excited compared to the flustered look on Henry's face "Great you're all here, I know this might be a bit of a surprise and I know you will have lots of questions but we need your help first before we can answer them." the silence continued in the room as a sign they were listening but the furrowed look on her fathers face alerted her that she needed to speak quickly. Taking a large breath the spoke "Last night Henry rescued me, it's a long story but let's say I made a big mistake and he helped me out of a near-death situation. Something happened whilst I was unconscious and I woke up next to the Henry you now see. The problem we have is now we have to work out how to look after Kal with us being this size. He needs to be fed, so first, we need help getting to Henry's phone so he can contact his puppy sitter. Then we need to work out how his being this size will not only affect him but us as well."

Thankfully they were already set with their climbing gear so the now 10 person party headed out into the wall cavity leading out into the living room. Once they found the whole they unblocked it and one by one they walked into the open space. Henry could see Kal who was now lying next to his food bowl head down whimpering. His mate was needing his help and he hoped this would work. Once they were at the table Elisha's dad used his grappling hook shoestring set up and tossed it effortlessly up to the top of the table. The hook slid until it seemed to catch on the ornate etching on the table. Then Melina's dad followed together they Climbed to the top and secured the rope. Together they climbed until all 10 stood looking at the flat communication device.

The teens had already seen it in action however the adults had not so it fascinated them when Henry hit the side button and the screen lit up. One problem that he first encountered was it would not recognise his face or fingerprint as both were too small. Then he had to remember his pin which he had not had to use in a very long time. Thankfully the iPhone recognised the touch of his hands. Once the phone opened the last hurdle was the battery life which was sitting at 15%. He quickly opened messenger and looked at the keyboard it was going to take him ages to type this, "Lina can you help me, I will call out the letter and you need to touch it." she nodded in agreement and together they made quick work of sending the message ' had to rush out to an emergency, Kal needs food, also I know this is a strange request but could you put the fresh fruit, meat slices and cheese on the counter? I know this is short notice but I would really appreciate the help thanks sandy ..... Hen."

They waited with bated breath, then "..." three dots appeared, after a moment the message followed "sure thing Hen, you sure about the food, that can attract mice. anyway no worries be there in 5." as he typed "Thanks" and hit send the screen dimmed and then went out. Seeing the worry on Henry's face as he looked back down at the phone Melina said, softy "don't worry, we can hoist the phone down then the men can help you carry it to the charger." At that point, Henry breathed a sigh of relief grateful also that his charger was at floor level. After 20min, the group had managed to move the phone off the table hoisting it down using the ropes. Then they all followed. As they were walking the phone towards the charger they heard keys in the door. The borrowers froze then ran for cover all except for Henry who was desperately trying to move the phone under the side table. Melina called out to him but he would not listen as the door swung opened. Seeing he would not listen Melina ran to the stubborn fool "Henry we have to hide."

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[emwritesfootball]

Birthday Gifts | Ozan Kabak

Summary: It’s Ozan’s birthday and his children are excited to give him gifts.

A/N: I don’t normally write children but this idea was too cute to pass up.

Word Count: 786

Warnings: children, very light innuendo

Turkish Key Baba - Dad Anne - Mum Minnoş - nickname for daughter; literally ‘adorable’ Aşkitom - my sweet love Sebebim - my reason

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You’d been trying for weeks to help your little ones pick out gifts for ‘Baba’s Birthday’, and so far you’d had a few interesting outcomes. Zeki, your four-year-old son, had picked out what he’d deemed the ‘perfect gift’ but wouldn’t let you see what it was until you’d got to the checkout queue. You’d barely been able to contain your laughter when you saw what he’d picked out, but you just nodded and paid the cashier who couldn’t stop smiling at you and your little toddlers.

Your three-year-old daughter Ayla insisted that she didn’t need to buy anything and you played along, curious as to what she had in mind to give her dad. When she wasn’t looking, you bought a tie you knew Ozan would like, planning to gift it in her name just in case Ayla really didn’t have anything to give her dad on his birthday.

On Ozan’s birthday, you woke the kids up early, letting them help you prepare breakfast in bed. “Do you have your gifts?” You asked, grabbing the tray you’d put all the food on. You called out for Aslan, the Chow the first to run into the bedroom.

“İyi ki doğdun!” You said, a bright smile on your face as you greeted your sleepy husband. Happy birthday!

He sat up, rubbing his eyes. His smile widened when he saw the feast before him, Aslan jumping up on the bed to give him kisses. “You didn’t have to do all this,” he said, pulling you into him for a kiss.

“Of course I did - it’s your first birthday in a long time that we’ve gotten to celebrate it together.”

“Baba!” Ayla yelled, breathless as she ran into the room with Zeki on her heels. Aslan jumped down off the bed and over to your kids, barking excitedly.

“Do you want your presents now?” Zeki asked, his eyes wide.

Ozan laughed, nodding. “Sure!”

The two kids broke out into grins, hopping onto the bed with their gifts. You’d helped Zeki wrap his a few days ago, but Ayla was still being secretive about hers. Zeki went first, holding out the lumpy package. Ozan took it, shaking it and putting on a show for his son. “Is it...another puppy?” He asked, making Zeki laugh and shake his head.

“Hayır baba!” No, dad!

“Well, then I wonder what it could be.” Ozan unwrapped it, trying not to laugh. It was a football, but one of the smallest sizes for children.

“You said you wanted a new football,” Zeki explained, his eyes lighting up. “Is it okay, Baba?”

Ozan leaned over, ruffling his son’s dark hair. “It’s perfect. Do you want to play later?”

Zeki’s eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly.

Ozan turned his attention to Ayla who looked like she might cry. “What’s wrong, Minnoş?”

“I forgot your gift in my room,” she said quietly, hopping off the bed and racing to her bedroom. When she returned, she had her hands behind her back, struggling a little. She held out her hands to Ozan, looking up at him with wide eyes. “For you, Baba.”

“For me?” Ozan’s face softened as he took her favourite stuffie from her outstretched hands. “Minnoş, I can’t take this. What if you miss it and get sad?”

“You can take it with you when you leave us and then it’ll be like...like we are there, too,” she said, climbing back up onto the bed and into Ozan’s arms.

“That’s so sweet of you - thank you,” Ozan whispered, kissing the top of her head.

You couldn’t help the tears that started to form in your eyes at your daughter’s thoughtfulness. Suddenly all her secretiveness and nervousness made sense and you couldn’t help but grow prouder of her.

“Anne, do you have any gifts for Baba?” Zeki asked, bringing you out of your own head.

You went to the side table, opening the drawer to produce the wrapped tie and handed it to Ozan. “The rest of your gift will come later,” you whispered, brushing a kiss across his cheek with the promise of more. His parents were set to watch the kids that evening while the two of you went out to dinner and you had plans.

You, Ozan and the kids spent the rest of the morning in bed eating food and enjoying the day. Later in the afternoon, Ozan opened his new football and kicked it around with Zeki while Ayla watched and occasionally participated.

“Thank you, Aşkitom,” Ozan whispered later that night when the two of you were cuddled up in bed. “I had the best day today.”

“Anything for you, Sebebim,” you replied, kissing him softly. “Seni seviyorum.” I love you.

#my writing: ozan kabak

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Save Me From Myself - Leone Abbacchio

The best thing that could ever happen in my life is to become a part of the gang Passione - Or, to be more specific, a part of Buccellati’s team, filled with people with so many past issues that somehow manage to work together and support each other with everything they’ve got, despite their huge differences.

We have, from youngest to oldest, we have:

Giorno, a super cute and pure angel of a kid who is super smart and ambitious. Fugo, a super smart and caring yet hella violent kid who can’t control his temper. Narancia, ADD kiddo who behaves like a 10 year old, but is funny and has nice dance moves. Mista, hella funny guy and easy going, but can get distracted by weird things. Bruno, the mum of the group, everyone loves and looks up to him. And we have Abbacchio, who’s the oldest, acts somehow like the responsible dad of the group, yet he’s more of a very gloomy wine dad.

Of course, being a part of Bruno’s team, we already know each other’s backstories and we know how to support and protect each other when we need it, both morally and emotionally, since, after all, nobody is made of ice or stone.

But that is something that perhaps neither Abbacchio nor I chose to admit...Or maybe we already know that, but we don’t want to say it out loud, because if we do, it will make it real, and we don’t want the bad parts to be real.

When we have pair up missions, I’d usually be paired with Abbacchio, since apparently, we make quite a good team, and can’t say that I complain - He knows when to stay silent, when to make a witty or sarcastic comment, has very nice dark jokes and can be a great conversation partner, especially when it comes to music and bands.

What I realised, however, that I’m not sure everyone knows, is that Abbacchio has a dose of self-hatred so large that it would include the dose of everyone from the team...No, rather said, of all Italy.

Unfortunately, when you’re someone like me, you can easily realise when someone isn’t doing mentally and emotionally too well, and what’s worse, as an empath, you can feel it just like an arrow impaling your heart.

It’s already been about a year since Giorno joined our team and for some reason, things started taking a turn for the unexpected whenever we’d have our weekly restaurant gatherings.

It all started when Mista got himself a girlfriend, and honestly, everyone was shocked because so far, nobody actually had any kind of love life, but we were all super proud and happy for him. He has always been a fun and easy going guy, very adventurous and this charm of his unexpectedly drew interesting girls to him, and managed to get completely head over heels with one.

Three weeks later, Mista couldn’t come to the hang out because he was taking his girlfriend on a date out of the city, but we found out that Giorno, with his really cute tricks and natural innocent charm, found himself in a relationship with a flower girl, very kind and sweet. They met when she was walking her puppy and he pulled on the leash so hard that she fell, but Giorno caught her and helped her out with the puppy, and it was love at first sight.

Of course, we were all very happy for them, because obviously, Giorno deserves the best in life...

And yet, it was weird when we were so few at the table at weekend hang outs.

It didn’t take long for Bruno to fall for a beautiful singer at a jazz bar, who, he found out, always bought meals for children of the streets and bought them clothes and tried to take care of them the best she could.

And now that our Mum friend was busy with his beloved, we are told by Fugo that he also managed to find a girl who is extremely calm, patient and intelligent, just his type, and they are planning a few museum and bookshop dates, as well of some very chill hang outs in the park.

Not even a week later, it was only me, Abbacchio and Narancia at the table, but the little duck was overly enthusiastic today, and told us that he found a girl who doesn’t mind his energetic and airhead personality and wants to take HIM out on an arcade date, and he needs some dating advice so he wouldn’t screw up.

“These kids are so pure and adorable, don’t you think, Leone?” I let out an amused breath, realising that, by now, it was only I and him at the table. “Yeah...They are. they deserve it.” he nodded simply, yet he seemed to not be over with his thoughts. “You seem like you want to say something else. Do you have anything on your mind that you’d like to share?...Hold up, is that lipstick on your neck?” I ask in a gentle voice, that turned into a gasp, which made him hum as he closed his eyes and think over, trying to wipe away the lipstick from his skin. “Well, I suppose I should say it after all. I asked a girl out and we’re going on a date next weekend, so I won’t be present for our weekly hang out...Not that it would make much of a difference, considering we’re the only ones left.” hearing him say that so nonchalantly, broke my heart in very little pieces, but at the same time, I was happy for him. “Woaw, that’s great, I’m so happy for you, Abba! I hope she’s everything you wish for and that you’ll both be happy together!” I congratulated him, but he only let out an amused breath, looking away slightly. “Yeah...Thanks, I guess.” he spoke in a low voice, seemingly absent minded. “You still have something on your mind -... No, rather said, on your heart. Is it something you’d rather keep to yourself?” I ask in a softer voice, leaning a bit on the table. “I’m not sure...” he trailed on, before glancing at him, blinking but not saying anything for a while. “Well, doesn’t matter, I’m not really a talker anyway. I have to go. See you around, Kat.” he nodded at me before leaving the restaurant, leaving me alone. “Bye...” I mutter to myself, staring at the empty seat in front of me.

It was then that I was reminded just how alone I really was, even when surrounded by people that I hold dear, and in turn, hold me dear... Well, not that it really mattered now anyway, since I was truly alone now, both spiritually and physically.

I got up from my seat and started walking around the city aimlessly, not really knowing what to do. When everyone else wasn’t so busy, I’d cling on one of them, depending on the mood I had at the moment...But now?  Now I feel like nothing more than a wingless bird, or a paper plane in the wind, just trying to stay in the air.

Everywhere I looked, everyone was happy, everyone had someone that made them happy, and in turn, would make said person happy... And then I’d think at myself, and I’d find nothing more than an endless void of nothingness.

It’s true, I used to date someone too, before Giorno joined us, but...I never, even once, missed one of our hang outs.  I suppose the team, my family, for me, was always more important than a relationship that may or may not be fleeting. And...I suppose that’s why my ex kept speaking like that to me, and seeing me in such a bad light. A difference in ideals and mind views that is so radical is never going to work out.

I already miss my Family, despite of how dysfunctional we all are.

How odd.

The next weekend, I went to the restaurant at the regular time, hoping that I would see at least one of the guys... But I was merely lying to myself, or my heart, that is. My brain already knew I was going to be alone.

One week, two weeks, three weeks...

The only time I’d meet them is when we’d have to go on missions or stuff like that.

I can’t believe how fast happiness can disappear...It’s almost like it never existed in the first place. How is that fair?

Why am I the only one left alone? Am I really that much of a bad person? Am I really that bad? Or ugly? Or annoying? Or what the hell is wrong with me? And more, what the hell is wrong with my heart? Why does it hurt so much? Why do I keep feeling the need to break down and cry every night with no exception? But I’m not sure what’s worse, the fact that I feel the need to cry my emotions out and scream my frustrations out at the sky... Or the fact that I can’t?

For the love of God, I can’t express my emotions, I can’t feel them, or maybe I feel too many at once and they threaten to explode, hell, I don’t even understand anything anymore.

This...Is really not fair at all...

About two months into this whole mess, I found myself going out by the sea every night, drinking some red wine that Abbacchio always drank and surprisingly, wasn’t too bad for my tastes, and I would just stare at the sky and let my emotions pour out, but not without cursing myself for looking like an alcoholic.

What was different that night, however, was a very familiar voice that seemed rather irked, continued by a very pitched and nagging female voice.

It sounded like Abbacchio...But I could always be mistaken. After all, drinking a whole bottle of red wine by myself wasn’t the smartest thing to do.

They seemed to be arguing...I don’t know...I wouldn’t want to intervene in their couple affairs. Or at least, that’s what I said, until I heard a loud slapping sound, followed by a deathly silence, which is when I realised that the woman he was with slapped him.

I may not be his girlfriend, but godamn it, nobody treats my family like that...

I marched to where the sound of the woman yelling at him came from, and despite possibly being a bit wobbly, I wasn’t even sure, I glared at her, catching her wrist before she could slap him once again.

“Who the hell are you?! Who do you think you are, getting between me and my boyfriend like that?! You look like some drunk slut from the highway, we have no money for your cheap ass!” she shrieked in my face, trashing violently, but I made no hostile move, except for glaring blankly at her. “He’s my family...And I’ll be dead before I allow anyone to treat my family with such disrespect.” I spoke in a low and threatening voice, gripping her wrist tighter. “It’s fine, Katrina, I deserved it.” Abbacchio tried to defend his girlfriend, but I was having none of it. “No, it’s not fine. And you didn’t deserve it. Nobody deserves to be treated like that by the person they love.” I reply simply, but that seemed to make hell break loose. “Oh my GOD! Leone, this is all your fault! Who the hell made you know such a fucking annoying chick like her who doesn’t mind her own damn business?! Screw it, I’m going home! You owe me a nice fucking date next time!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, before pushing me away and stomping in the opposite direction. “God damn it...” Abbacchio’s low voice was barely audible. “Are you okay, Abba...? Does it hurt where she slapped you? Can I heal it with my Stand?” I tried to reach out instinctively with my hands, but he slapped them away harshly, glaring at me, which made me widen my eyes in shock. “Abba...?” I was barely able to speak out. “What the fuck is your problem?! Why do you have to put your nose everywhere that doesn’t concern you? That was MY girlfriend! My date, my problem, my responsibility! ALL mine! You never stop trying to pry into others’ business, under the pretext that we’re family and you want the best for us, but have you ever thought that maybe we DON’T need OR want that?!” it was the first time he spoke so harshly and aggressive toward me, that I had to take a few steps back, away from him, then turn around to hide the tears streaming down my face. “Okay. I won’t bother you ever again. I’m sorry I’m such a bother for everyone around me. Goodbye.” I manage to speak in a shaky voice, as I started walking back towards the place where I stood previously, but I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder. “W-Wait...Are you crying...?” Leone spoke in an unsure voice, as if he was somehow taken back to reality. “That shouldn’t concern you, should it? It’s none of your business and you shouldn’t pry so much into it. That IS what you said, right, Abbacchio? Who cares about poor little, annoying Katrina, after all? Nobody. Let it remain that way. Who knows, maybe you’ll have the look to completely get rid of me very soon.” I slapped his hand away, before disappearing into the night, not even bothering to hear him out anymore.

From then on, I wasn’t even able to fake my happiness, my face remaining blank and emotionless for most of the time, and I’d only stay around the team for as long the mission needed me, and then I’d just leave back home, to my little safe heaven where I could be myself... But honestly, I couldn’t even be myself there, for I wouldn’t even be able to cry out my feelings or anything of the sort, and for the most time, I’d just watch a movie or listen to music, without feeling anything at all, just wasting my time blankly.

The other guys would voice their concerns quite often and loud, since I wasn’t my usual calming, gentle and happy go lucky self anymore, and it was clear that something was wrong...Especially when I refused to stay anywhere near the silver haired man.

It wasn’t until Bruno paired me up with said man that hell broke loose in a way, and the whole drive to the assigned place was filled with awkward silence, with Abbacchio trying to make conversation by asking if I like the song that’s on or I want to change it, but I didn’t bother giving him any answer, merely looking in front of me as I drove.

By the time we got to the docks to investigate the place, I walked away from him to do my job, but he just stood there, staring into the horizon, trying to say something, but something was keeping him - Most likely his own walls he created.

“We should talk.” he finally spoke up after excruciating minutes. “Really?” I asked sarcastically, now even bothering to look at him. “What were you doing at the beach that night?” he asked after a long pause. “Strictly confidential.” I replied blankly, looking at the little dock house. “What...?!” my response seemed to shock him since I was never so harsh and direct with him, always preferring to speak with a gentler and softer way. “It’s none of your business, is it? Your words, not mine.” I explained as I got inside and looked around the place. “I didn’t mean that. Not a word I said.” he tried to say, but I cut him off fast. “Activate your Stand already, stop wasting time.” I got out, looking at him with a bored expression. “Besides, words spoken always have a meaning and consequences. Action-Reaction, like in Physics, y’know?” I pointed out, as I took a seat on one of the logs around. “Look, I know I fucked up. I lashed out at you for no reason, and I’m sorry about that. I want to make it up to you. You were right to worry about me. Anyone from the team would have done the same. I was an asshole with you, I know that. I let my feelings go out of control... I'm just that kinda guy... a worthless guy who can't see anything through to the end. I always screw it up halfway through.” he spoke now more than I’ve ever heard him before, but the way he described himself made me cringe. “Don’t...Speak like that about yourself...” I muttered, shifting my gaze from him to Moody Blues. “Huh? Even now, after I was such an asshole with you, you try to protect me? Aren’t you an angel?” he chuckled lightly, which only made me sneer. “Shut up. I’m sorry for caring about you and for not wanting you to go through what I’ve been through. But I should’ve known better. You’re 21, you already have enough experience to know what you get yourself into. I won’t say a word next time, don’t worry. I promised not to bother anyone again.” I rolled my eyes, crossing my legs to get more comfortable in my seat. “That guy really was a bastard, wasn’t he...?” he muttered with a somehow softened expression. “Don’t try to turn this around. This conversation isn’t about me and nor should you be concerned about me or my feelings in any way.” I reminded him once again, but he was always a stubborn guy. “Lately, I’ve been feeling worse and worse...I guess I just needed a distraction. I never held any feelings for that woman, nor did she for me.” he tried to justify himself, but I merely shrugged. “I don’t see how that concerns me in any way.” I scoffed in annoyance. “You’re the only one I’d trust with my feelings.” he spoke after a brief silence, but I could only laugh sardonically. “Oh, really? Really, now? Are you sure you want to say that after that night? Because, as far as I’m concerned, you want me out of your life! Why would you even bother trying to justify your actions to someone like me anyway?!” I got up, glaring at him dead on. “Look, I give you every right to be mad at me! You can go ahead and punch me or kick me or slap me or whatever, it doesn’t matter, I won’t feel anything so if it will make you feel better, lash out your anger on me, I’d deserve it anyway.” he spoke a bit louder, yet he wore his raw feelings on his sleeve. “Why...Would I do that? You, of all people, should know that I would never, in a million years, do something like that, no matter how angry I am. Are you trying to mock me...?” I narrowed my eyes at him, but he merely shook his head. “I’m trying to get you to forgive me. I’m just very bad at this whole feel-thing...Or people-thing. You already know my past and I’m pretty sure you figured by now why I act the way I act. It’s not rocket science. So just...Tell me what to do to get you to forgive me and be the way we were before. I can’t stand the idea of you hating me.” his voice became much softer and more emotional by the end of it, something uncharacteristic of him. “I don’t hate you.” I looked down, crossing my arms. “You don’t...?” he stepped forward, his face shocked. “I can’t. No matter how much I want to hate you for what you did...I can’t.” I mutter, biting my lip, averting my eyes away from him, until...”Hey...Doesn’t that look oddly enough like your girlfriend...?” I ask breathlessly as Moody Blues took the shape of the girl at the beach. “Oh, great...My hookup is a villain Stand user. Great news.” he facepalmed in anger, before he ran full speed towards me, pushing me away. “Look out!” “Wh-What...?! Leone...?!” I gasped in shock, seeing him on the ground, a really ugly wound on his torso. “Guess we have to kill her.” he chuckled weakly, as I could feel a drop of sweat run down my back. “Damn it, you idiot! You shouldn’t have done that! Why the hell would you do something like that?!” I freaked out, looking at his bleeding wound. “I’ll tell you if I make it through this.” he wore the ghost of a smile that almost challenged me. “...You always know how to irk me the wrong way, don’t you?” I grit my teeth, before I got up, activating my Stand. “I’m not a violent person, chickadee, but now you’ve done it. You really got me mad.” I growled, creating blasting shots of water and throwing them at the woman in front of me. “Awww, what is it? Were you jealous, after all? Were you after my man all this time~?” she giggled, throwing her own blasts of whatever kind of energy that was. “I have no reason to be jealous. Especially not on someone like you.” I smirk as I made molecules of water depart from the actual blast, that would glue themselves on her skin and would get absorbed into her organism. “Oh, really? Can you really afford to say that, even now, knowing that he fucked me?” she laughed condescendingly, but she had no idea what a gruesome demise she’d have. “I almost pity you, you know? You seem like the kind of person who never knew what love is...Not that I’m sympathetic to you in any way. But sure, use that as an excuse to pretend you’re not just an empty shell of yourself.” I chuckled, before snapping my fingers together, which made her explode. “Au revoir.” I flipped my hair, looking at the place she was at just a few seconds ago, before rushing to the fallen ally. “That was pretty cool.” Abbacchio smirked breathlessly. “Guess my plan worked. I tried to look cool in front of you.” I let out an amused breath, before I took off his top, focusing the water to regenerate the cells on his wound so he would heal. “It worked damn well.” he said in a lower voice, watching me heal his wound. “Next time, don’t do that. I almost had a heart attack.” I bit my lip, not daring to meet his gaze. “It’s fine...I don’t feel anything. I haven’t in a long while.” he tried to make light of the situation, but I knew. I knew the truth, but I couldn’t say anything.

I didn’t even realise that I stopped healing him until tears started falling down my cheeks without any means to stop.

“H-Hey, why are you crying? I was joking, don’t take me so seriously-” he tried to take that back, but I knew better. “Don’t do that...Don’t. Just don’t. I already know...I know that so much that it hurts...” I manage to speak, hiding my face with my hands, not wanting him to see me crying. “Hey, come on...No need to cry over someone like me. Your pretty face should shine with a smile all the time, not cry.” he put his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. “Don’t act so brave in front of me, it’s annoying. Not when I already know how much you’re hurting...I understand you so well...I’m just too scared to say it out loud...But lately, I couldn’t even pretend that it’s not true. That’s why...I wanted to protect you from everything bad that would make you feel even worse...” I tried to explain myself, until I felt a kiss on the top of my head. “Look, I’ll be frank. I love you. I’m done hiding. I didn’t want to say anything ‘cause you deserve better, not a depressed guy who’s stuck in the past. You deserve someone bright and caring like Buccellati who’d treat you like a princess and all that. I’m not worthy of your feelings.” he stroked my hair gently, pouring all his feelings out. “Don’t...Say that...Ever again. Look at me...You think I’m any better? Do you have any idea how lonely I’ve felt all this time since you all got too busy for your family? Do you have any idea how bad I felt without you guys around? As if before that wasn’t bad enough...Now I’ve become an even greater mess. I either cry randomly, or feel nothing at all. I don’t even know what I am or what I feel anymore...And you say you’re no good for me? Did you hit your head too or what?” I spoke out everything I had to say, not even feeling embarrassed or scared anymore. “Don’t say that...You will regret it later on. I can’t even help myself, how could I possibly support you emotionally in any way?” he asks in a self-deprecating tone. “You’re impossible...” I sigh dramatically, as I raise my head and cupping his face, I capture his purple-painted lips in a tender kiss, with enough passion to show him that I mean it, but gentle enough, almost as if afraid that either of us would break from the pent up emotions that kept overwhelming us. “Are you sure...?” he mutters, his eyes wide in surprise. “If you want another one, you can just say so.” I smirk softly, before he put one arm around me, while his other hand was on the back of my head, and he pulled me into another kiss, just as full of love. “Do I really have to ask?” he let out an amused breath. “No. I’ll just let you steal them.” I could feel the ghost of a side-smile creeping on my face as I helped him get up from the ground. “Well, mission complete. Let’s go back home now. We gotta report to our dear Capo, after all.” I intertwined my fingers with his. “There’s gonna be a lot of explaining to do. How bothersome.” he said, yes the chuckle betrayed his words. “Hey, I’ll just look at the bright side. I won’t have to sit at the restaurant table by myself anymore.” I shrugged with an innocent smile on my face. “Low blow, tesoro. Low blow.” he shook his head, yet he was smiling, just as much.

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Run To Me | BAK sequel, Chapter 1

Blow a kiss, Fire a gun: Teaser Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 Pt.11 Pt.12 Pt.13 Pt.14 Pt.15 Pt.16 Pt.17 Pt.18 Pt.19 Pt.20 + NSFW Alphabet with Mob!Tom

Run to me: Prologue - Read on wattpad!!

Chapter Summary: Things can change within an instant, all it takes is a trigger or the click of a button.

Warnings: Chapter contains OCD disorder, signs of PTSD and an asshole boyfriend 

- There are a lot of dad/mafia series, so if this seems similar to yours then message me for credit.

Words: 5K

I APOLOGISE IF THE READ MORE DOESN’T WORK ON MOBILE!

Little sounds could be heard, the small ‘Pitter Patter’ of feet- miniature feet, almost smaller than your hand in fact. Rosie comes running in, a picture in hand and collection of crayons in the other and a wide smile adorned her features. She had your smile, most definitely, creases forming beneath her eyes and teeth showing through her parted lips.

She wore a pair of comfortable leggings, a yellow shirt overtop and a pair of fluffy socks- her favorite ones with the blue polka dots. You almost wanted to applaud her for the outfit, picking the whole thing out herself after demanding she dress herself.

“I’m starting school soon mum, I can do it myself!”

You’d easily admit that the small girl was growing up too fast, but that was probably only due to the fact that she no longer allowed you to carry her around in public (despite the odd occasion, of course), and kisses at the kindergarten gate were rare and you savoured them when you could. Now she was dressing herself, some days in almost every color of the rainbow and some, like today she went for a more subtle outfit.

You were grateful that Rosie still allowed you to do her hair, the long, brown curls that frizzed up when you brushed them hung in a simple ponytail today, little brown baby hairs stuck out wildly, hanging in gentle coils.

Something told you that there was another reason as to why the girl was so independent. Maybe it was because some days she found herself clambering up at the beat of her purple alarm clock, finding you still dead asleep in the double bed (sometimes with your boyfriend- the man she didn’t like) and manage to grab herself a bowl of cheerios.

Rosie would stand on the very tips of her toes to grab a bowl, little fingers wrapping around one of the plastic ones. (one had barbie on it and one had a frog- She favored the barbie bowl) The child was careful not to make too much noise, never knowing whether or not her mummy had enough sleep the night before or if she was up late again. She’d grab the glittery stool, dragging it over to the pantry where she’d reach in and grab out the container of her cereal of choice as well as a food item her mum wouldn’t approve of that early in the morning.

Rosie would sit at the counter with a pencil in one hand, spoon in the other and color away, ignoring the little droplets of milk that landed on the paper and spotted her work. She’d wait for you to run in, hair strewn around and a panicked look on your face as you cursed and stressed. She’d giggle from her place at the counter, already excited to show off her first artwork of the day while you struggled to even make her lunch.

Your hands would tremble, eyes racing around the room before falling onto the little girl in the seat and you’d remind yourself that you had her- you had someone to live for and you had to take deep breaths and watch your thoughts and-

Rose stares up, expression that of a dog getting a belly rub as she waits for you to take the artwork from her hand and react positively as you always did. Maybe you’d even hang it up on the fridge like last time! So she was shocked when you took her hand in your own, completely missing the piece she held in her hand.

“What happened to your hands?” You ask, concern lacing every word. The small girl doesn’t answer, she can’t even look at you and whether it was out of shame or embarrassment- you couldn’t be too sure. Her deep, brown eyes were fuzzy however from shock, not expecting you to notice the damage. “Rose?”

Her little hands, merely half the size of yours yet somehow chubbier were bleeding, not a lot but little beads sat around the red marks. Two sickly crimson scratches sat on the backs of each hand. It looked as if she’d done it herself, even with her nails a little longer then stubs that you mentally noted to deal with later.

“I was itchy.” She mumbles. You pick the girl up, placing her onto the kitchen table where her eyes immediately fall to the easter egg shaped jar filled with cookies that you’d only stocked up last night. Somehow she knew what day was shopping day, and shopping day meant cookies that she could easily ween around of you.

“What’ve I said about scratching yourself too hard?” You sigh, the morning already going off with a bang. Life was never dull or slow with a child around. To say that you were always on the edge of your feet- mind always reeling with ‘to do’s’ and ‘must remember’s!’ Was an understatement. When the little girl didn’t reply, you answered for her. “We need to sort this habit out.”

Rossie sniffles gently, the hand you weren’t examining reaching out to drag over the cookie jar. “Can I have one?”

“You can have one later.” You say, knowing full well that she’d try and wriggle her way out of that whether it was pulling out the puppy dog eyes, the tears or just straight up steal one when you were out of the room. “Stay still, I’m gonna grab the bandaids.”

You turn around, reaching into one of the cabinets to find where the bandages were. You knew that Rosie preferred the Hello Kitty band-aids, usually peeling the wiggles one’s of within only an hour or fiddling with the bland, murky brown one’s too much. She adored the way the pink and white ones looked.

Your hand finds the brightly colored box, pulling it down and turning around to see the girl already reaching into the jar, her chubby fingers trying to slip a sweet before you could catch her. Rosie thought that maybe she’d get away with it this time if she was quiet enough, taking a treat or two and stuffing them in her pant pockets to eat later when her mother was busy, or in the back seat of the car on the way to kindergarten. Maybe she’d even eat them at kindergarten tucked away in the back of the play shed where no one could take her cookies from her.

“What’s the rule?” You scold, digging into the almost-empty packet to pull out the last few bandages, wishing you’d bought more yesterday.

Her head snaps up, brown curls that were tightly pulled into a ponytail bouncing around, falling over her wide eyes, a look of pure guilt crosses her features. You just had to crush her thoughts, staring down with a disappointed glint in your eyes making the girl pout. What you wouldn’t tell Rosie was that there was already two cookies tightly wrapped in glad wrap and hidden at the bottom of her lunch box.

The cookie slipped between her fingers and back into the jar, crumbs and the remains of chocolate chips remain and yes, she was already thinking about licking all of it off the second she got the chance. “No sweets before ten.”

“Mhm.”

You take one of the bandaids, ripping the paper packaging off and take the sticky strip out. The right end stuck to your finger for a small moment, before you move to stick it over your daughter's wounds. The ones that were right over last weeks, little scars and picked scabs still remained.

“No! It hurts.” Rosie complains, whipping her hand away almost as fast as she’d offered it in the first place. “Don’t touch,” she grumbles, a pout forming. She stuffs her hands into her chest, hands turned away.

“It’s not going to hurt, Roo” A sigh escapes your lips, followed by a frustrated groan when Rosie flicks you a wicked glare. She was never a happy person in the morning. “Let me do this or it’ll get infected.”

She wiggles back, clothed bottom sliding against the bench. “I don’t care if it gets intec-intected.”

“Infections hurt a lot more than what you’re feeling now.” You screw your face up in distaste, watching Rosie’s face remain the same. “They smell too.” Rosie gawks, mouth open only slightly as you speak. She was listening intently but also wanted to pretend that she wasn’t, so began to play with the hem of her t-shirt, the bright yellow distracting her from the sting in her hands. “Infections mean hospitals.”

“Hospitals mean lollipops.” She still looked down, voice sounding muffled and words slightly shrewd. The little girl wanted to stick her tongue out at her mother, feeling as if she’d found a loophole in the situation but you thought otherwise, all while trying not to stare at the clock that continued ticking- every moment gone was another one that you’d be late to work and she’d be late to kindergarten. 

“They also mean needles.”    

That got her attention. Hesitantly, your daughter holds her hands out, legs outstretched on the kitchen table and you try and ignore the fact that this was the third time this month that you’d been in this situation. She stares carefully, eyes watching your every move like a hawk would its prey. She was ready to pull away at any moment, to tell her mother off for pressing too hard on the wounds despite your attempts to be as gentle as possible.

It was eerily silent as you applied the band-aids, Rosie’s eyes drawing between your actions and the still full cookie jar, her mouth only watering at the sight despite the fact that she had a piece of jam on toast only half an hour earlier. That was until she winced slightly, squeezing her eyes shut tightly and refusing to look.

Your eyes, however, were fully trained on the girl's hands, making sure that you applied each band-aid with caution to her already sore hands. A part of you wanted to tape a pair of gloves to her hands or wrap them in bubble wrap but that thought was completely unrealistic. You stuck your bottom lip between your teeth in concentration, working until her hands were now a mess of pastel pink and slightly creepy looking cats that stared up at you with pestering eyes.

“Done?” Rosie asks, still not opening her eyes.

You laugh, “Done, baby.” She opens her eyes slowly, squinting as she looks down at her hands to see that there were three band-aids, the little white cat covering the dorsal side. “I’m proud of you.” You give her a small peck on the check, the little girl screwing her nose up at the action. “Now, try not to make it any worse at kindergarten today, can you do that?”

The little four-year-old was confused, wondering why it was such a big deal but nods anyway. That seemed to be enough for her mother who picked her up, planting her back onto the wooden flooring where she was minutes earlier.

The second her mother looked away she stuck her fingers into her mouth, the taste of chocolate and little prickles of cooking crumbs making her taste buds tingle in delight despite the minty undertone.

It’d been years since you’d seen him, only hours since you thought of him and minutes since a fresh wave of guilt had hit, knocking you back down into the rubble and grime. It was all symbolism, really. A key selection of words that you’d chosen to describe how it felt to not only be away from the man you once loved but to live with the guilt of what you did every day. Every. Damn. Day.

There was a list of things that you did, in no way are you playing victim nor plan to. You left days after his best friends death, days after his house had been the location of a hostage situation and days after he ultimately broke. The price of that? Post-traumatic stress disorder to the nines.

You didn’t just leave. You left with his child- his daughter who was now four and had no idea her father even existed and you had absolutely no idea if he was still okay if he was safe and still involved in the mafia or not. Knowing Tom he most likely still was. He may have still been as greedy as ever, taking in all of the power he could with open arms and a deep, grey heart.

The small, apartment door opens. Wood creaking lowely making Rosie snake around your leg, little fingers in her mouth as she licked off any trace of what could of been. It was only open for a split second but you managed to catch a whiff of the cool air, all of the warm air that had been building up in your apartment for the last half hour creeping through the cracks.

“Mornin, sweetheart.” His voice is thick, gruff and a sound you definitely didn’t want to hear this early in the morning. It was only nine am, wasn’t that a little too early for him?

“Morning.” You find yourself muttering, hands racing around the kitchen to find everything you’d made for Rosie’s lunch without her letting go of your leg, the small girl was clinging to you like a monkey, something she only did every so often.

“What have you two been up to?” He asks, looking directly down at your daughter. She doesn’t reply, her lips remain in a visible purse. “I asked a question, darling.”

Rosie looks up at you, then back at Aiden who was waiting for an answer. “I drew mummy and me and watched SpongeBob.”

The little yellow sponge that lived under the sea was Rosie's ultimate favorite. You could find her watching that show every chance she had, giggling away as the characters made stupid jokes that you would’ve once laughed at. Maybe it was because of that show that she asked you for a fish for Christmas and had even tried washing her own dishes with the cleaning sponge under the sink, drawing a small face on it last time she got her hands on a black marker.

Aiden creeps closer and you pat Rosie on the shoulder, instructing her to run off to her room or to the living room, assuring her that there’d be a good tv show waiting for her on the television and she seemed hesitant, but noticing your hard face unwraps her arms and sprints off to her bedroom, hopefully to shove a pair of shoes on before you’d be running drastically late once more.

Aiden speaks up first, his black ruffled hair hanging in messy strands that bounce around as he moves closer. “She’s doing it again.”

“I know.” You reply curtly, not wanting to talk about the issue that had become Rosie’s nature.

“You really should keep a closer eye on that girl, she’s destructive. It’s a bad habit.” Aiden was indiscrete about directing the blame towards you, disgusted gaze staring you down.

Anything was better than arguing. Take the comment and change the situation.

“You’re early today?” You hum gently, getting the bright pink school bag and making sure everything was inside, including the stuffed bear. You swore the girl hadn’t gone a day without that bear ever since she started kindergarten and now, since she was so close to starting school you wondered what would happen to it. Whether the toy would continue to lay at the bottom of her bag or go back to its place at the end of the single bed.

“I’ve got a meeting.” The man almost huffs, looking down at his phone before shoving it into his back pocket. He walks over to the fridge, grabbing out a bottle of cider from a few nights earlier and takes a large gulp, a few drops staining his lips. “Soon, actually. Just thought I’d stop in before heading over.”

“Meeting? You never have them.” You point out, a small smile forming but beneath that was nerves. The forever feeling of uneasiness. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, its all fine. Just meeting with the big boss, you know. Need to go over the stats and things.”

You move over to the sink, the tub already full to the brim. White bubbles floated around the top, bouncing around the few dishes that still sat. There was Rosie’s plate, a mug of discarded orange juice and your coffee mug- despite the fact that you’d been strictly told to stay away from caffeine.

“The bills come today.” You sigh. A wave of stress and nausea washing over you as you think about the pile of letters that’d be waiting in your slot later that day. Your hands sink into the tub, suddenly engulfed in the warmth.

“Whatever, I can see to them.” He offers, no hesitation as one of his hands go around your waist as you lean against the counter, cool material flush against the flesh of your back that had managed to peek out of your t-shirt.

You tense, muscles stiffening at the sudden contact. “You don’t have to, you got them last-”

He chuckles. “I have more money than what I know to do with, you’ve got nothing.” While it was a nice offer, his comment made you grit your teeth, the fact was all too real. Laced between a fake kindness and generosity was intimidation. Maybe it was sick and twisted. "Without me, you and her would both starve- you'd be living in the streets."

There was no spark between the two of you, nothing at all in the last year that you’d been together. It was a two-sided, unspoken thing, really. It was bad and it was dirty and made you feel like the upmost crappiest human being on Earth.

You almost shiver as his hands wrap around you, the familiar- yet hated feeling making your heart miss a beat. Your hands falling to the sides of the bench where you find yourself gripping the edges. “Okay, yeah.”

There was no point in fighting the matter because speaking back meant arguing, something you couldn’t deal with. Arguing meant voices that bounced off of walls, bright, sickly red faces and glass hitting walls and tears, lots of them.

“Do you have therapy today?” His stubble hits your cheek briefly, little prickly hairs making goosebumps form on your arms but there was a small possibility that was out of pure discomfort.

“That’s Tuesdays.” You remind him, noting that it was in fact Thursday. The words were actually hanging up on the wall calendar behind you, if it weren’t for that then you would have sworn it was Wednesday.

“Oh yeah, forgot.” Your boyfriend mutters, phone vibrating in one hand while the other remained around you. He unlocks it, eyes hardening but you don’t get to see the name on the phone, nor what the text was before a small curse exits his lips, phone shoved away as quick as lightning. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

Aiden was quick to reply, the hard glare changing to a sickly smile. “Nothing, nothing. Just the boss.”

You nod, hands playing with the water and bubbles collecting on the palms of your hands instead of actually doing the dishes. It was hypnotic, really. The water moved so calmly, little swirls and shapes forming with each stroke of your hand.

“Hey, what time does Rosie have to be at kinder again?”

You look up at the clock hanging on the pale kitchen wall seeing that it was in fact, getting late. By this point, you should already be in the car, an excited child in tow but she was still in her room tugging at her shoelaces, trying to figure out how to work them with her tongue sticking out of her mouth carefully.

“Shit! Rosie, we’re gonna be late.” You call, panic setting in all of a sudden. You try to pull away only to be pulled back into his chest, arms remaining tightly around your waist and you find your breathing getting caught in the back of your throat between a quickly forming lump.

“Kiss?”

Spinning around to your waiting boyfriend, you give him a small peck, warm lips meeting his chapped, still icy cold from the cider ones. They tasted of apples and it reminded you of summer. “Good Luck at the meeting and say hi to Avery for me!”

It was fair to say that this was nothing like your relationship with Tom. There was no spark, no looking forward to what would happen next or desire to be near each other. On one end you felt that you needed him around. Without him, you and Rosie would sink and on the other you wondered if maybe it was partially a punishment, your sick mind making you think that you deserve this for the lives lost on that torturous day.

“Will do.” Your boyfriend mutters, already reaching into the cupboards to look for something to eat.

-

Tom

‘Recent statistics show crime rates dropping in Kingston as police keep an extra eye out. Drug busts are the lowest they’ve been in years and theft is at a minimum. The level of-”

Tom sits at his desk, pen tapping away impatiently. Things had been oddly quiet lately and to say that the mobster was itching to get his hands dirty was an understatement. Today seemed to be the day, with a meeting only hours from now he was determined to shed a little bit of blood and quite frankly, paint the walls red.

A firm expression settled on his features as, the annoying sounding of Sam playing some phone game could be heard over the tapping of feet, but the game was easily more annoying. It sounded like a metal spoon hitting a hardwood floor over and over until ultimately he’d lose yet another round, a grunt leaving his lips as he tried again with no success.

Much to Tom’s pleasure, Harry sat quietly. For once in his damn life, the mobster thought.

Silence was good, it allowed the most important thoughts to flow freely without being interrupted. Tom often found himself thinking about his next move so that he could continue to stretch his empire, to dig up more gold whether that came in the form of the secrets of those that despised him so the mobster could ruin them or actual, hard as wood gold.

It’d truly been mere hours since Tom had last thought about his past, the recurring thoughts that circled his brain like a merry go round. Tom thought about her and how the last time he saw her she was empty, merely a body with no soul because he fully believed that she lost any ounce of light the day she was threatened and held at gunpoint. She lost any sign of life the moment a man- a good man at that, bled out at her feet.

He thought about how her soft giggles used to fill the naked silence and wondered if she still did that, laughed when times got tough because humor was an awfully fun coping mechanism, but one that’d tear you apart eventually no matter how many times he warned her. Okay, maybe he was a little bit of a hypocrite.

He remembered just how the bed never used to feel as empty as it did now, even with Tessa snuggled up to his side and how it never used to be as cold. Maybe Tom sometimes imagined her snatching the blankets away at half three or the little snores that’d slip out as the sun began to rise. Those little snores that used to wake up him, but he never once complained.

He was haunted with the ghosts of his past and he couldn’t shake them off no matter how hard he tried, despite the fact that he was still angry beyond comparison. Angry at the world- angry at fate and angry and himself.

Tom was holding a grudge, sure. One that wouldn’t settle. At first, Tom had been upset, he mourned and grieved the loss of his best friend and his wife. He had tried to drink himself silly going through limitless amounts of brandy and a sickly amount of cigarettes. And then he went livid.

All Tom saw was bright, hot red and directed all of his anger into his work instead of himself. It was probably the best week the mob had in years. He was demanding, making people drop to their knees in pure fear and no one- Not a soul dared to defy him again. Especially when they found out what happened to Nick.

Something Tom couldn’t get over, however, was what Harrison would think of him now. He’d be shaking his head, disappointment evident on his features.  The best friend always wanted more than death and gore but Tom had slipped down the wrong path, fallen waist deep in trouble.

“Have you decided how you’re going to deal with Wilson?” Harry snaps his brother out of a trance all while looking through the personal folder. In it contained all of the information the Hollands had on the dealer they were about to mess with, everything from each one of his addresses to the trouble he caused ten to twenty years ago. Also, just enough information to get him jailed for life if the guy ever decided to cause any trouble.

To put it simply, his name was Aiden Wilson. A long-term client of the mob and one that hadn’t been paying what he owed to the brothers. Certified sleazebag.

“Not yet, I have got a few ideas though,” Tom replies.

Harry hums, eyes scanning the folder before a thought come to mind. He almost pushes it away, thinking the hunch was merely that- a hunch, but he manages to remember one thing has father taught him before running loss. Never take chances.

“Can you check his bank records real quick?” Harry leans forward in his seat. The boy kicks his legs off of the table and wheels around in the spinny chair so that he was able to see everything Tom was doing on the computer.

“Why?” Tom questions, still working his magic to access each one of the man's bank records from over the last twenty years in only seconds.

“I just want to check something.” He murmurs, squinting at the screen. Tom swore that he was going to pay for Harry to get his eyes checked sooner or later.

Tom clicks around and ultimately the page overflows with recent purchases, money going in and money going out. The guy seemed to be earning more than enough money so why wasn’t he paying his fair share to Tom? As if Tom wasn’t angry enough.

There was, however, one big transaction going through around once a month, a few smaller- yet still fairly large ones in between. Wilson was sending money through to someone, pretty large amounts.

“What the fuck?” Tom muttered, eyeing the odd transactions. “What do you think this is?”

“Prostitution?” Harry asks, not putting it past the guy.

“No way, he wouldn’t pay through eftpos.” Tom points out. His mind was reeling with possibilities but none seemed to make sense. “Those sums are pretty big.”

“Here, check where the money’s going.” Harry pointed and Tom complied.

The brothers weren’t expecting to find anything big, maybe something to add to the pile of dirt they already had. They had enough, clearly, but what was a bit more?

“You have to be fucking-”

“What is it?” Harry asks. His eyes hadn’t landed on the name that was so clearly on the screen, in solid letters, teasing and taunting Tom who grits his teeth out of pure frustration.

Y/N Y/L/N

Your name sat on the screen in big, bold letters and Tom had to blink to make sure he was seeing correctly, thinking for a moment that it actually was your name. There were probably many women in the world with the same name as you, more than you’d imagine but an address sat underneath and it only confirmed his suspicions. That name, that damn name made him feel too many things at once- a wave of emotions he didn’t even want to think about hitting him like a bus going full speed.

Tom felt like he was invading, breaking his long-kept promise as he stared at your address on the screen. All of the information he needed to get back to you was right in front of him and it only made him angry, hand tightly curling around the mouse.

The sudden urge to chuck the computer across the room became too much, invading his already fuzzy mind and he didn’t exactly care about the fact that you were closer then he’d expected- well, of course he did, but then and there he wanted to know why he was seeing what he was seeing.

“It can’t be her-” Harry began, eyes squinting in slight disbelief.

“Same name, same fucking city.” Tom growls, face growing red hot. “It’s her.”

It was only then that Sam looked up from his game, knowing who it was without needing to ask. Maybe it was twin telepathy or maybe the two brothers were just completely obvious. But Sam knew and he could practically feel his oldest brothers anger radiating throughout the room.

“What are you going to do?” Sam tucked his phone away, discarding his game of helix jump after being stuck on the same level for the last half hour.

“Text Wilson, tell him to come to the warehouse instead,” Tom instructs, his grip now almost suffocating.

“Tom-” Harry tries to say, voice cut off by a furious Tom.

“I told you to do something so fucking do it.”

PART 2

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[niall-is-my-dream]

You & Me - Part Thirteen

So You & Me was a runner up in the 1D craft awards for Best Mini Fic!

Thanks to everyone for reading and voting, it means so much to me! Let me know what you think of this new part!

Em x

Callie's POV

2630 words

October 2017

It never took you long to overcome your jetlag. Call it good practice. You knew the tricks to deal with it after having travelled so much with Niall and the crew over the last year. The day after you arrived back, you had text your brother Tom and invited him and his wife Claire to yours for dinner that evening.

Tom and Claire arrived at yours at 6 o'clock and immediately engulfed you in a hug. You hadn't seen them since you left for tour at the end of August.

Your brother was 3 years older than you and you were incredibly close to each other. He had married Claire in June, after being together for four years, you had definitely felt like you had a gained a sister.

Toms eyes landed on the dining table. You had set the table for four.

"Is Bex joining us?" He asked casually, as he put the bottle of wine he brought on the kitchen counter.

"Um no, Niall is." You replied not looking at him. Instead you turned around and stirred the pan of pasta on the stove.

"Niall Horan?" Claire asked confused.

"Um, yeah."

"Woah woah woah!" Tom said, and you knew the lecture was about to begin. "Please tell me he's coming over tonight as your friend?!"

"Um......no.....he's actually my boyfriend." 

Claire gasped and you finally had the courage to turn around and face them both.

"What?" Tom asked calmly. "I told you not to get involved with him."

Ignoring Tom, Claire came over and gave you a hug asking to hear all the details. When the doorbell went, Tom pegged it over to the door to answer it before you could.

Crap! Niall would be absolutely shitting himself.

"Just give him a minute." Claire said, but you were anxious to get to Niall.

You looked down the hallway to find Niall crossing the threshold. He had a bottle of wine tucked under his left arm and a cake box in that hand. Smiling nervously when he saw you, he made his way over to you.

"Hi."

"Hi Ni." You replied.

He followed you back into the kitchen, Claire had taken over duties of stirring the pasta for you. She looked up as he entered and made her way over to him.

"Nice to meet you Niall, I'm Claire, Callie's sister in law." She said greeting him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. You could always rely on Claire to break the obvious tension.

"Good to meet you Claire. Callie had told me a lot about you and Tom." He replied, looking a bit calmer.

Tom stood at the door observing everything, you saw Claire give him a 'be nice' look as Niall placed the wine in the fridge and the box on the counter.

"Um, I got a chocolate fudge cake from that bakery I was talking about with you earlier. Hope that's ok for pudding?"

"That's perfect, thanks." You replied.

"Tom, a word." Claire said firmly.

She ushered him into the living room and Niall breathed a sigh of relief.

"Was hoping to arrive before they got here." He whispered.

"It's fine, I told them we are together but not anything else."

Reaching up, you ran your hand down his cheek, your thumb caressing his lower lip.

"I want to kiss you so much. Missed you today." He said whispering again.

"Probably best not to when they could walk in!" You replied smiling.

"Good point. Need to convince them to like me."

"They will, just be your charming self!"

Niall took his place at the table next to you. You'd only made a quick pasta carbonara, something you knew everyone would like. Claire poured everyone a glass of wine, a small one for her as she was driving.

 "So, how is your tour going Niall?" Claire asked, trying to break the ice.

 "It's going well thank you. We've got a break now for a few weeks but I've got the album coming out and interviews and stuff."

"Sounds like a busy time for you."

"It is. I like to be busy though. Callie said you're a teacher. What age range do you teach?"

"Yes I am, I teach year three kids, so 7/8 years old. I love it."

Niall nodded and continued eating his dinner.

"So, do mum and dad know about this?" Tom said gesturing between you both.

"Yes, I skyped them last week when I was in L.A."

He nodded and you could just see him mulling things over in his head. He didn't say anything else but throughout the evening he warmed to Niall. Blame the wine or Niall's charm, but as you served up the absolutely delicious looking chocolate fudge cake that Niall had brought over, the tense atmosphere had gone.

When Claire went to refill Niall's glass he said he would just have water.

"Early flight tomorrow." He said.

"Where are you off to?" Tom asked him.

"I have a golf thing in Scotland."

You knew this was the perfect conversation for them to bond over. Why hadn't you brought it up earlier? Tom loved golf, he didn't play that often. He had a busy job and with weekends busy doing things to, he maybe only played once a month.

The two of them chatted about Niall's work in golf and how he was going to be there all week. Claire smiled at you as they continued their conversation, sneaking you a wink.

With dessert eaten you all sat back and relaxed for a second before Niall glanced a look at you. Was now the time to discuss the Saskia issue with them. It was now or never you thought.

"So, obviously we've only been together for a few weeks but we have been photographed together." You said.

Tom sat up straighter in his chair sensing you were about to drop a bombshell.

"We were made aware by a online celebrity publication. They had been offered some photos of us both, going to the gym, dinner, sight seeing while on tour etc." Niall said.

"The person who was trying to sell them to the publication was the manager of someone who Niall had briefly dated up until June this year."

"Ok......Why would they do that?" Claire asked.

"Saskia and I briefly dated over about 6 months. But when I called things off she wasn't happy."

"So she stalked you both?!" Claire gasped.

"This is the sort of stuff I was afraid of!" Tom said his voice slightly raised.

"I had no idea she was capable of anything like this. I would never put Callie in a position like this if I had known."

"And what position is that then?" Claire asked, the look of worry on her face.

"That I had to get a restraining order against her. She wanted to make out that I had cheated on her with Callie, but I hadn't. It was over with her two months before I even asked Callie out."

Tom and Claire just looked at each other dumbfounded before looking back across the table at you both.

"Niall doesn't discuss his private life with the press so no one knows if he and Saskia are even still dating. But she wanted to give the impression that our relationship and their dating had over lapped."

"She texted me and said she wanted to ruin me."

"Jeez what the fuck is wrong with her?" Tom asked, his demeanour changing.

Niall shrugged. "No idea. But the photos won't be published. My legal team have put everything in place to respect our privacy and we don't plan on broadcasting that we are together."

"Well, if anyone contacts us or asks us about you both then we won't say anything." Claire said. Tom nodded in agreement.

"I'm not happy about this." Tom added softly.

"I know." You replied.

"But Niall, you seem like a nice guy and I hope you'll protect Callie from everything."

"Of course I will." Niall said as he reached across and took your hand in his.

As you closed the door after Tom and Claire had gone, you breathed a sigh of relief. Seeking their approval over something meant everything to you. They always wanted the best for you and always looked out for you. The fact that they hadn't freaked out as badly as you thought was a relief.

Niall stood against the living room door, watching you as you had said goodbye to them both. Making your way to him, he had that smile on his face that just made you melt. How had you got so lucky? Niall Horan actually looked at you that way. The same way you looked at him, with pure want and devotion. Your thoughts of not falling for him too soon had gone out the window long ago. Who knew if he was on the same page.

"That wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be?" Niall confessed.

"Yeah. They took it pretty well." You replied. "Now let's get finished up with the dishes and I can show you the going away present I got you."

"A present?!"

You nodded to him before walking back into the kitchen to finish loading the dishwasher. Niall followed behind you like a puppy after attention.

"So what's the present?!" He asked you eagerly.

"You'll have to wait and see." You said with a smirk and a wink.

Making his way across to you he quickly started helping you load the machine before wiping down the counter. As soon as you had closed it and set it to wash you felt his hands on your hips.

"Done?" He asked, his mouth lingering by your ear.

The effect that such a simple gesture had on you was beyond stupid. The way his hands squeezed your hips and the feeling of his breath of your neck instantly brought warmth to your cheeks.

Gently he placed kisses along your neck, sweeping your hair to the side so he could get more access. You reached your hand up to find his hair and tugged it, the low moan that he elicited made your core ache. Grinding your bum against him led him to gently nip at your skin, his hands winding around your stomach. Before he had a chance to skim his hands underneath your clothes, you moved away from his grasp and he whimpered.

"Where are you going?!" He asked his voice raspy and deep. You'd definitely affected him.

"Bathroom." You replied, looking back to see his shocked face.

"I was enjoying myself then!" He called out to you.

"I know you were, I felt it!" You smirked, as you closed the bathroom door.

When you had got dressed earlier in the afternoon, you'd made sure to put on the new lingerie you had bought in secret while you were in L.A. With Niall in interviews all day, you had gone shopping and got a few new items of clothing. The black lace set you were wearing now was just one of the sets you'd bought. 

With your jeans and t shirt chucked in the wash basket, you stood in front of the bathroom mirror wondering what the hell you were doing. You'd not been together long but had explored every inch of each other in that time. With him going away for the week you had wanted to surprise him, but now you were doubting your plan.

The nerves were kicking in, as you shook your hair out of the bun it was in and made sure your cleavage was on full show. Luckily the wine from earlier was still running through you, giving you the boost you needed to exit the bathroom.

Niall had his back to you, he was sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone. He heard you approach and did a double take as he took in your appearance.

"Holy fuck." He mumbled as he stood up quickly losing his balance slightly.

He looked a bit lost for words and you bit your lip to try and contain your smile. He had reacted exactly how you wanted him to, he looked like he was ready to pounce you. Shoving his phone in his back pocket of his jeans, he looked like he didn't know what to do first. His eyes never left yours as he licked his lips, planning his move.

"You look fucking incredible." He said choking on his words, his cheeks were flushed red.

"Would you like to unwrap your present Ni?" You asked him, trying your best to sound seductive.

"God yes." He blurted out as he quickly made his was around the sofa.

He closed the distance between you, crashing his lips against yours. Clearly not knowing where to touch first, he ran his fingers around your back before dipping them down to your bum. Running your fingers through his hair, he moaned loudly against your mouth and you smirked.

"Don't you laugh at me Callie Brown. You know the effect you have on me." He mumbled against your lips.

Moving your hand down to the front of his jeans, you gave him a gentle squeeze over the fabric. That was all it took for him to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carry you to your bedroom.

He kicked shut your door before making his way over to your bed. Placing his knee on the bed, he managed to gently lower you down.

"Watch your knee Horan." You mumbled against his neck. 

"Fuck my knee. Jesus Callie, I'm going to fucking devour you."

And he did.

His mouth explored every inch of you, nipping and sucking at your skin. You heard him breathe you in as he buried his face between your breasts. Clothes were quickly discarded and he sat back on his knees his eyes taking you all in.

You blushed at the intensity of his gaze, trying to cover yourself up as much as you could.

Pulling your arms away from your chest, he shook his head at you.

"Don't cover yourself up. Do you know how beautiful you are?"

You shrugged your shoulders and he leaned down, his face inches from yours.

"You have no idea what you do to me, how much I need you. How much I want to shout from the rooftops about how crazy I am for you."

Your hands that had been lazily dropped by your side reached up and stroked his cheeks. He moved his head to softly kiss your palm. There was a moment passed between you both then that left you breathless. You'd never felt anything like it but you knew right then that you would do anything for him. That you were falling in love with him and that there was going to be no way to stop it.

He kissed you then, in a way that left you panting. He pulled your lower lip in between his teeth, giving you a chance to catch your breath.

His eyes never left yours as he moved himself between your legs, slowly dragging his hard length against your clit. You bit your lip as he slid inside you, his face coming down to yours.

"I'm going to miss you so much Petal." He whispered.

"I'll miss you too." You whispered back.

You took things slowly that night, holding each other close as he rocked his hips against you. His chest flush with yours, you ran your hands up and down his back as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

He drew out not one, but two orgasms that night. When he found his release you collapsed together in a sweaty mess, hearts racing and both of you gasping for breath.

Part Fourteen

https://niall-is-my-dream.tumblr.com/post/183466725438/you-me-part-fourteen

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[wishtheywerereal]

Modelling to slavery.

Jack was a 20 year old, about to complete his National Service, awaiting his university life. Unfortunately for that young straight jock, life was going to change, forever. Jack was a fit young man who had much interest in gyming. Body building became his hobby and he used to work out whenever he booked out of camp.

Jack  came from a family that was struggling to meet ends. His dad passed on when he was just 11 years old and his mother had to do 2 jobs to provide for him and his sister. Jack couldn’t wait to finish his studies and help his mother out. Mother’s day was around the corner and Jack wanted to show his appreciation to his mother by buying her something special.

Few weeks before Mother’s day, Jack was walking down Jurong Point when he came across a beautiful diamond bracelet. “Mum would love that” thought Jack as he looked at the price tag. “UP: $699, Offer Price: $500”, read the price tag. There was no way Jack could afford that with his NS pay. He decided to continue strolling to find something else. Jack was suddenly approached by a promoter and his first line caught Jack’s attention:

Pro: We are looking for young talents like you to model for our clothe line, are you interested? Would you like to try out?

Jack: Modelling? Me?

Pro: Yes sir, you look like someone our agency needs, would you like to try out?

Jack: I’m not too sure, I…I…

Pro: We understand, are you 18 years or older?

Jack: Yes I am.

Pro: Here is our card and the details to our auditions which will be held in one week. If you are interested, please feel free to be there, no need to bring anything, we will be giving you some of our new season collections, if you feel comfortable wearing and posing according to our crew’s instructions, you can continue, if not you may leave with our collections as a gift for trying out. This is our way of thanking you for your time and effort.

Jack: Jack slipped the card into his wallet as he walked on thinking about the offer. He ended up returning home not buying anything as he wondered if the modelling agency would pay him enough for him to buy the bracelet.

While in camp, Jack stared at himself in the mirror a few times, wondering if he was modelling material, he then decided to give it a try, it was a win win situation for him. Or so he thought.

One week passed by, Jack arrived at the hotel ballroom where the audition was being held.

Crew: Welcome sir, you are auditioning I suppose?

Jack: Yes. I am.

Crew: My name is Stan, I’ll be guiding you through this process, please follow me to the men dressing room sir.

Upon reaching the room, Jack saw a few more guys, hanging out, trying on clothes and getting their hair and make-up done.

Stan: Sir, we have our new season collection laid out on the table, please choose whatever you wish to wear, try on the sizes in those rooms and prepare for the photo-shoot in 15mins time. Our image consultants will prepare you for the shoot.

Jack had no idea what to choose so he decided to go with whatever he liked, slipping on a pair of jeans and a floral shirt along with some nice black leather shoes. The image consultant then gave Jack a make-over and prepped him for the shoot.

When it was his turn, Jack was led into a room with lights and cameras and along with the cameraman there were 2 more guys, one dressed in a suit and another, probably the man’s assistant.

The man in the suit then introduced himself, “Good morning, I am Samuel, the owner and founder of this company and this is my assistant, Gary. Sir, can you introduce yourself and please explain to me why you wish to model and especially model for my company”.

Jack: I am Jack, erm, 20 year old, currently in NS. Actually I have never modelled before but I am just trying out, hoping to earn some cash on the side to help out my family.

Samuel: Okay, thanks for being frank to us. Pose for the camera please.

(Few clicks later)

Samuel: Mr Jack, you seem way too amateur for this, I’m sorry we have to let you go.

Jack: Oh, it’s ok, thanks for letting me try.

Jack was about to rush out of the room from humiliation when Gary called him aside.

Gary: Jack right? Listen, erm Mr Samuel has other plans for you, he wishes to help you out, in terms of side earnings, you interested?

Jack: Help me? How?

Gary: Listen, go to the 15th floor, room number 1503 and wait there, here take the keycard. Don’t breathe a word about this, ok?

Jack: Erm ok.

Jack entered the room and sat on the couch waiting for someone to tell him what was going on; he was already late for a lunch date with his friends. After what seemed like hours, he heard the door open, Mr Samuel walked in.

  Mr Samuel was the owner and founder of an International, multi-billion dollar company; he spent his life building this company that though he was almost 45, he was still single. Mr Samuel had a secret, he was gay but he never allowed anyone to find out. He believed money will buy him anything he wants, even humans. He had bought many nights and days with models and actors he found interesting or hot to him and Jack was his next target.

Samuel: Well Jack, please, sit down, anything to drink?

Jack: No thanks, erm may I know what is going on?

Samuel: You need to calm down young man; I’ve seen many like you. Listen, I have a proposition for you. I have a personal collection of special clothe line for men and models for those are anonymous and of course, the photos won’t show my model’s faces too. That album on that table have a few examples, take a look and if you are interested, I will personally do the photo shoot with you, right here, right now, if not, you may walk out.

Jack walked over to check the album which had pictures of guys in male lingerie. Some of which were lacy, almost revealing the guys junks and some only had a small piece of cloth to cover just the front jewels. Some had their asses exposed. However, none of the photos showed the faces of the model.

Jack: WTF, this is insane. I’m not a retard. Fuck you guys.

Jack exclaimed as he stormed towards the door.

Samuel: Before you leave, Mr Jack, I must say, this is a one-time opportunity, each of these models are paid thousands for EACH photo. The choice is yours.

Jack:  Thousands? You must be joking.

Samuel: Why would I joke? You think I am very free to have this conversation with you for nothing? Listen up, if you are willing to take this offer, you will earn thousands for less than 4 hours, if not, leave empty handed.

Jack: How can I trust you?

Samuel: Everything will be in black and white Jack, we will sign a contract here and now before we begin the shoot.

Jack sat on the couch and thought hard. I need the cash, no face anyways. Should I?

Jack: How much for one photo?

Samuel: I can’t say without seeing what we are working with first.

Jack: I’ll do it, but the contract?

Samuel: Here, read it, I had it prepared for your name when you register, I will be preparing my camera in the meantime.

Jack read the contract line by line but was interrupted by Samuel when he asked for Jack’s waist size.

Jack walked over to check on the waist size and came back to read the contract but Samuel rushed him to be quick thus Jack signed the contract without completely reading it. Especially the main point written in bold “This contract allows the party to be involved in film, head to toe, with or without apparels”.

Samuel: This is my special camera that has done so much magic for me, now Jack, please remove your clothes down to your undies, let me decide on the price. I won’t snap any pictures, the camera is off and it will be with you till we negotiate.

Jack felt confident that he was in control, he placed the camera facing away from him and took his shoes, jeans and shirt off. Standing in his tight white Hush Puppies underwear.

Samuel: Nice, looking good, nice package, how hairy are you down there? Pull your underwear down just a bit.

Jack pulled his underwear down a bit to reveal a thin layer of hair.

Samuel: Perfect. You’re a perfect candidate Jack! You’re going to make some money today boy! Listen, I’ll pay you, $1000 for each photo you let me snap and for each apparel you wear, I will give you an additional $100 dollars. What do you say?

Jack: S1000? For one photo? Sure, will I get to see the photos first?

Samuel: Yes of course, we both will look through the photos in my laptop, in fact, I will connect the camera to my laptop once the shoot starts and once we are done, each photo taken will be there, we will choose the best and final payment will be based on that.

Jack: Okay, I’ll pick one apparel and wear it on, will be back.

Jack went to the toilet to change while Samuel picked up the camera and sat down on the chair. Jack was unaware that Samuel’s camera was programmed, every 5th shot taken will be sent to a hidden folder in Samuel’s Laptop and will be deleted from the main folder. Samuel kissed the camera and awaited for Jack.  Jack came out wrapped in a towel, feeling shy about being almost naked.

Samuel: I don’t have all day kid! Drop that towel.

Jack dropped the towel to reveal a red laced lingerie which was revealing his tool to Samuel. Samuel’s dick was starting to harden in his business pants.

Samuel starting snapping the photos, zooming into Jack’s dick every now and then to get some snaps too. Every 5th photo taken was either a photo of Jack’s dick, ass or a photo revealing Jack’s face.

After trying on nearly 5 apparels, Jack was tired.

Jack: Can we stop now? I’ve been posing for nearly 4 hours now.

Samuel: Sure, why don’t you go get dressed and we can look through the photos. I’ll order you something to eat too, is Italian okay?

Jack: What if you delete them while I’m changing?!

Samuel: Boy, you still don’t trust me. Fine you can change here while I order the food. The camera and the laptop is right here, in front of you.

Jack: Thanks.

Jack changed into his own clothes and both of them had their late lunch. Samuel then started pulling out the photos and Jack was looking at all of them. After another hour of vetting through, they filtered out 15 photos that both parties could agree on.

Samuel: 15 photos with 5 apparels that will be $15,500, okay? The money will be transferred to your account before you leave this room.

Jack: $15K?! Wow! No joke?

Samuel: Check your account now.

Jack: OMG! It’s in. I thought it was going to be a scam. Mr Samuel, thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you so much.

Samuel: Relax kid, this $15000 is nothing, it’s not even 10% of my daily revenue.

Jack: I apologise for not trusting you sir.

Samuel: I want to help you more kid, I have a new set of apparels coming in, next Month, but I won’t be in Singapore, I will be in Tokyo, would you like to come to Tokyo, for another shoot? I’ll double your price per photo? Fully paid trip too.

Jack: I’m in NS, I need to apply for leave, can I get back to you?

Samuel: sure, heres my card with my personal number, remember kid, you signed a contract, this must stay a secret.

Jack: I promise it will, thank you sir.

Jack left the hotel feeling happy, buying some gifts for his mother. Little did that boy know he was in deep trouble.

(Few weeks passes on)

Samuels personal phone vibrates and the message reads “Mr Samuel, my leave got approved, I can come with you for a maximum of 10 ten days”.  Samuel grins, looking at the secret photos he snapped along with the recordings of Jack changing in the toilet. Samuel plan was about to reach it’s climax.

Both parties reach Tokyo and Jack checks into his room, a huge suite with his own pool and a separate bedroom.

Samuel: Rest well kid, tomorrow night, we will be doing a night shoot, I need some cool shots too.

Jack: Sure sir. I will be there tomorrow.

The shoot day arrives and Jack is feeling excited to make more money, but things were going to change.

Samuel: As usual Jack, same camera, same Laptop, apparels there, but this time, you will do everything as I say, including your pose, okay?

Jack: Yes sir. I’ll get changed.

Jack changes into one of the apparels and walks out into the room to find Mr Samuel sitting down wrapped in a towel as well. He is stunned to see Mr Samuel almost naked and starts wondering what is happening.

Samuel: What’s wrong kid? I’m also having a break here, I don’t want to be in that suit all the time, now listen up, sit on that bed with your legs wide open.

Samuel starts snapping a few shots with a few poses changes, after trying on 5 apparels, he stops.

Samuel: Now, time to add some to my own collection.

Jack: Huh?

Samuel: Take those off and show me that dick, I need a few snaps of it.

Jack: What?! You’re kidding right?

Samuel: Does it look like I’m kidding? Do as I say!

Jack: No way! Fuck you! I’m not gay, neither am I a prostitute or whatever. I want to go to my room!

Jack grabs his clothes to get changed but Samuel grabs his clothes and flings them across the room. He then pushes Jack against the room door and pins him against the door “listen kid, you will do as I say, or else you will pay”.

Though Samuel as in his late 40s, all those expensive personal trainers, dieticians and body supplements made him a hunky daddy with strong muscles, capable of easily pinning the 20 year old down.

Jack: Mr Samuel, please can we talk first, please sir, please let me go….

Samuel: No funny business kid!

Samuel loosens his grip on Jack and made him sit on the chair.

Jack: Mr Samuel, please, I’m not into all these nudity or whatever, let me go. I don’t even want the money, please.

Samuel: Listen carefully, you signed a contract and now you will do as it says. You read it right? Especially this line?

Samuel shows him the line stating that he has to do as the client’s wish. With or without clothes on.

 Jack: I never read that. Can we not? Please sir. Please! I beg you.

Samuel: Look, as I said earlier, face isn’t involved anyways, what are you afraid of? I’m paying you double you know?

Jack: But, I’m so nervous, I’m scared. Please sir.

Samuel: 5 mins to consider, if you’re backing out, this will be a break in contract, my lawyers will see you.  

Jack: No no, please no. My mother will be devastated. Okay I’ll do it. Just no face, please.

Samuel: Sure, once again you will vet through the photos with me. Now take those off, apply this oil on yourself and start posing.

Jack did as he was told, posing naked in front of the camera, revealing his lean fit body and his dick to the horny daddy behind the camera. Every 5th shot compromised Jack’s face, without his knowledge. After vetting through the photos, Samuel told Jack to get dressed and to get ready for dinner while vetting through the photos. Jack was so embarrassed to see nude photos of himself on the laptop but he felt a little comfort that none revealed his face.

Samuel: Be here tomorrow morning for the last shoot and payment will be given to you in full tomorrow morning, understood?

Jack: Yes sir.

Jack went back to his room and lay in his bed, wondering if all this was worth it. He couldn’t remember what time he fell asleep, he woke up to his alarm clock ringing away. He quickly showered up, got dressed and headed to Mr Samuel’s room.

Jack: Good morning Mr Samuel.

Samuel: Good morning kid. Before we get to work, we need to speak. Sit down there.

Jack: Sure.

Samuel: Look here kid, I’ve gotten enough photos of you, now let’s get to the real deal. I can make you famous and rich, but I will need something from you. Something special.

Jack: What is it?

Samuel: Yourself.

Jack: What?! Nonsense.

Samuel: Really? Do I sound nonsensical? Crazy? What do you think your friends and family will think when they see this?

Samuel turns the laptop screen to Jack revealing photos of him naked, with his face.

Jack: What? No way. You said no face!

Samuel: I don’t have the patience to explain, basically, I wanted you from the moment I saw you and you fell right into my trap. Now, you do as I say all these remains a secret shoot, or else, you will be the world’s latest trend. Imagine billboards with you in those skimpy clothes. Pure art!

Jack: You’re crazy, how dare you!

Jack runs over and blows a punch onto Samuel’s face. Samuel quickly recovers from the punch and pins Jack on the floor. Jack starts shouting for help.

Samuel: If you don’t stop shouting, those photos will be up on the net within seconds.

Jack: I will call the police.

Samuel: You think the police will trust a random 20 year old or the guy who can give them their lifetime in a single Cheque. You have no way out of this!

Jack: The contract, that will be my proof.

Samuel: I don’t wish to repeat myself, I have my tracks covered.

Jack: What do you want from me?!

Samuel: I want you! Now take off your shirt and lay on the bed! You will be mine!

Jack: No. No way!

Samuel: Fine. Your mum, her name is Stella, right? I think I have her number in my phone, she may love seeing her son’s special stills.

Jack: No no. Please. Ok, as you say. Ok.

Jack starts crying and lowers his head. He unbuttons his shirt and walks over to the bed. While Jack is walking over, Samuel turns on his laptop’s camera and remotely turns on the camera on the tripod that is now facing the bed. Jack fails to notice this. He lies on the bed and closes his eyes.

Jack: Mr Samuel, is there anything else that I can do instead of this? Please sir, I am not gay. Please.

Samuel: Shut up. I hate it when my partner speaks too much. All I want to hear is you moaning and crying from pure pleasure.

Samuel removes his shirt and climbs on to the bed and lies beside Jack. He runs his finger along Jack’s body, gently pinching his nipples along the way. Jack starts crying silently not wanting to make Samuel angry. Samuel closes in on Jack’s face and locks his lips on to Jack’s. Jack struggles to break free from the man’s lips but Samuel is way too strong. Jack’s struggle pisses Samuel off and he grabs Jack’s crotch In anger and whispers “I said, do as I say”.

Jack: Sorry! Sorry! Ahhh..please it hurts, please. I’m sorry”

Samuel let’s go of Jack’s crotch and slips his hands into Jack’s jeans while he slowly kisses Jacks body, moving lower n lower. Samuel could feel Jack’s dick getting hard and his crotch was feeling slimy with precum. Though Jack wanted to fight this as much as possible, his was getting turned on by Samuel’s dominance. His body liked what his mind and heart didn’t.

Samuel: Seems like you like this huh?

Jack: No sir, please. Anything but this.

Samuel reaches Jack’s crotch and buries his face into Jack’s crotch, sniffing the young jock’s crotch, taking in the smell of his precum. Jack attempts to push Samuel’s head off of him, trying to stop Samuel but this turns up making Samuel very mad. Samuel gets up and walks over to his phone.

Samuel: You haven’t learnt to listen to your elder’s words. Now you will face the consequences of not giving in to me. I shall start off by sending the picture of you in that sexy red lacy underwear.

Jack: No no, I’m sorry. Please.

Samuel: Sorry? How many times are you going to apologise. I’m annoyed by your disobedience. Who do you want me to send it to? Your mum?

Jack: Sir please, I beg you, please.

(Jack gets off the bed and kneels in front of Samuel and starts begging him”

Jack: I won’t stop you anymore, please sir. Don’t send it. Please.

Samuel: You already said this before. I don’t like to repeat things.

Jack quickly gets up and places Samuels hand on his crotch. “Take me, please don’t send those images, please” he begged. “Now that is a good boy” said Samuel as he placed his phone down and lifted Jack off his feet and threw him on the bed. He unzipped Jack’s jeans and pulled it off. Jack laid on the bed, in his white CK underwear, revealing his body to Samuel. Samuel places both of Jacks hands above his head and ordered him to keep his hands there. He started massaging Jack’s crotch. The young lad’s dick started getting hard and within seconds, Jack was hard as rock. His CK undies could barely hold his 6inches in. He pulls Jack’s balls out and starts licking them making the young jock shiver in pleasure. Jack has never had sex before and he has only seen this being done in porn videos he used to watch. Soon enough, Jacks CK undies came off of him. He was laying naked and Samuel stood by the bed side, watching the hot jock as he took off his pants, revealing the black jockstrap he was wearing inside. He climbs beside Jack and starts kissing the lad as he gently strokes Jack’s dick. Jack let out a soft moan as he felt the man’s strong hands grab his dick.

Samuel ordered Jack to place his hand on his crotch and rub his crotch while they continued kissing. Jack had no choice but to adhere to his master’s order. He starts rubbing Samuel’s dick, feeling the man’s hard 8 inch dick. Jack was surprised to feel such a big dick; he has never seen a dick that big, not even in porn videos.

Samuel: How does it feel boy?

Jack: You’re big sir; I’ve never seen anything like this before.

Samuel: Why stop at seeing and touching, I want you to taste it kid!

Jack was stunned, he knew this would happen eventually but he didn’t know Samuel was so big. He was hoping Samuel won’t be so big so that it would be easier for him to just get it over with. Samuel climbed over Jack placing his knees on either side of the boy. He pulled down the waist band of his jockstrap revealing his huge 8 inch rod, slapping it on the boy’s face. “Suck it!” he ordered. Jack hesitated as he has never done it before. “Relax, close your eyes and think of it as a huge ice Popsicle and suck it, no teeth boy, or you will lose your teeth” warned Samuel. Samuel closed his eyes and started wrapping his lips around Samuel’s dick. He couldn’t take more than 2 inch into his mouth but he was trying his best. The smell of the man’s dick was so strong and was making Jack feel uncomfortable but he knew he had no more chances with this man. If he stops the photos will leak out.

Samuel quietly reached for his phone which was in his pants pocket and started snapping pictures of the young lad with a huge dick in his mouth. Then Samuel started recording a video of Jack suck his dick. After gathering enough footage, Samuel threw his phone on to the pile of clothes on the floor and instructed Jack to open his eyes. He started forcing his dick slowly into Jack’s mouth making the boy gag on his dick. Jack’s eyes were tearing from having to suck and choke on a dick tat big. Yet Jack’s fear was something else, he was worried if Samuel would want to fuck him with that big dick. His body shivered when he thought of it.

Samuel grabbed Jack’s hand and guided him slowly towards his ass. He placed Jacks finger on his hole and instructs him to play with it. Jack stops sucking on the dick and asks “play?” Samuel replies “rub it, poke it, finger me, anything boy!” Jack is surprised. He wondered if this meant that Samuel doesn’t fuck. Does this mean that Samuel wants to be fucked? Jack felt lost, he had never watched gay porn before and this was too confusing for him to absorb.

Jack rubbed his finger on Samuels’s hole and this made Samuel moan very loudly. Jack found this weird. He continued doing it hoping to make the man cum quickly so it will all end but it only made Samuel hornier. Jack than had an idea, “maybe if I put my finger in there, it will make him cum faster” he thought. Jack forced his index finger into Samuel’s ass making Samuel jump in pain.

“WTF kid, don’t you know you have to lube it first!” exclaimed Samuel. Jack looked at him feeling lost. Samuel pulled Jacks finger out and started licking and sucking on the finger. Jack felt grossed out by that. Samuel then told Jack to finger him using that finger but slowly. Jack slowly puts his index finger into Samuels’s ass making the grown main moan in pleasure. “Now fuck me with that finger while you suck my dick” instructs Samuel. Jack starts to finger fuck Samuel’s ass going slowly but gradually increasing speed to see if it would make the man cum quickly. A few minutes passes by and no cum yet. Jack starts to feel tired and annoyed. Samuels slowly stands up and removes his jockstrap. He then gets into 69 position and starts sucking Jack’s dick. Jack is surprised but quickly feels overwhelmed by the pure pleasure of a warm mouth around his dick. Samuel takes Jack’s dick out of his mouth and says, “Suck my dick and play my ass boy, don’t wait around!” Jack starts sucking Samuels’s dick that is already covered in his saliva.

  However, Jack was slowing down on the sucking as he liked the way Samuel’s mouth felt around his own dick.  “Should I let this last a while longer? I really like my first blowjob” he thought to himself. Instead of using 1 finger, Jack uses 2 fingers to fuck Samuel and Samuel loved it. He loved having his ass played like that. Soon enough, Samuel wanted more than just 2 fingers. He got off the bed and broke the 69 position. He told Jack to lay flat and close his eyes. Jack questioned what Samuel was going to do as Jack was afraid of being fucked. “Just do it!” exclaimed Samuel.

Jack quickly closed his eyes. Samuel reached into the bedside drawer and took out a few things. The first was a butt plug. He told Jack,” Before we any further you’re going to need this in you first”. The butt plug wasn’t too big; in fact it wasn’t made big enough to hurt anyone. It was a mini butt plug. Jack felt an icy cold liquid on his hole and the boy opened his eyes and saw Samuel stuff the butt plug into his hole. It didn’t hurt much and Jack wondered, “Why would he put that there if he was going to fuck me?” Jack then quickly closed his eyes before Samuel caught him. Samuel them took out a condom, opened the pack and slipped it on to Jack’s dick which was rock hard. Jack felt something tight on his dick but he didn’t dare to open his eyes. He didn’t know what Samuel was putting on his dick.

Samuel then applied some lube on his hole and started to squat down over Jack’s dick. He grabbed Jack’s dick and aligned it to his hole. Slowly Jack’s 6 inches were disappearing into Samuel’s hole. Samuel could feel something very warm and soft and awkwardly tight. He didn’t know what it was but it felt awesome. Soon, Jack’s entire shaft was deep in Samuels’s hole and Samuel was moaning in pleasure. He starts riding the dick and instructs Jack to open his eyes.

Jack opens his eyes to see Samuel sitting on top of him, riding his dick with his own eyes closed and moaning away in pleasure. Jack is stunned and asks Samuel “you like to be fucked?” “What else do you think I am doing here? Shut up and fuck me!” orders Samuel. Jack moans as he feels Samuels’s tight ass wrapped around his dick. Samuel humps really slow not wanting to make the boy cum too quickly. Jack simply lies on the bed and enjoys his first fuck while Samuel does the work. “Though this is gay, I guess I can enjoy it while it lasts?” he thinks to himself.

Few minutes pass by and Samuel starts to get tired from humping on Jack’s dick. He stops humping and just moves slowly. Jack realises that Samuel is getting tired and a thought strikes him. “Since I am going to have to go through this, sort of forcefully, I should have a bit of revenge as well. Time to make this fucker cry” he thought to himself. He gently places his hands on either side of Samuel’s shoulder. Samuel looks at Jack and Jack responds with a smile. Before Samuel could make out what is going on, Jack starts drilling the man’s ass real hard. He uses his hands to hold Samuel down and starts pumping his dick hard into Samuel’s ass. Samuel tries to move but he can’t. “Like this you bitch?” exclaims Jack as he starts fucking Samuel. Samuel starts moaning and shouting in pain but he can’t loosen Jack’s grip as he was feeling tired from the long humping before this.

A few minutes goes on like this, Jack drilling Samuel hard and Samuel eyes start tearing from the pain. He had to do something quickly or he might lose to this young lad. He quickly starts scrambling around the bed, looking for something. He grabs a black remote control and presses number 5 on it. Immediately the butt plug in Jack’s ass starts pulsating and vibrating making the hunk shake. Jack jumps up and Samuel uses this to get off of Jack and hold him down. He flips Jack over and starts spanking his ass while saying “How dare you try to go over my head? You’re the bitch here!” he shouts. Jack tries to break free but the butt plug was sending strong pleasure into him.

Samuel spanks Jack till the poor boy’s butt cheeks turn red and he starts pleading “stop please, please, I got carried away, I’m sorry, he begged. Samuel lets go of Jack and Jack falls on the floor, clenching on to his butt cheeks while moaning in pain. He pulls the butt plug out and lay on the ground. Samuel remained sitting up on the bed slowly recovering from the hard drilling he received. “Look here kid, you’re already in deep trouble here, don’t think you can try to pull any tricks on me!”

Sorry sir, I’m sorry, I won’t do anything, I promise exclaimed Jack as he slowly stood up. Jack knew this won’t end unless he pleases Samuel thus he decides to do anything to please Samuel. Jack walks over to Samuel, kneels down and starts sucking Samuel’s flaccid dick. “Now that’s a good boy” Samuel said seductively, as he laid back to enjoy the young boy’s mouth wrap around his dick. Jack worked his tongue up and down Samuels’s dick as it started getting hard. He starts sucking on Samuel’s dick head, almost like a Popsicle and Samuel seemed to love it. Jack couldn’t believe Samuel was enjoying the blowjob; Jack was merely mimicking whatever he saw on porn videos. “Climb over me with your knees on either side of my shoulder”, I want to suck your dick too boy!” ordered Samuel. Both men started sucking each other off in a 69 position. Jack’s fingers gradually explored their limits by slowly inching towards Samuel’s hole. Samuel knew Jack has already given in but he remained alert in case Jack tried to pull off another one of his nonsense.

Jack licked his finger and starts rubbing Samuels’s hole with his saliva as he continues sucking Samuels dick. On the other hand, Jack’s dick was throbbing hard inside Samuel’s mouth. A few minutes go by and Samuel decides to take it up a notch. He starts dry fingering Jack which causes sharp pain for Jack. Jack stops sucking Samuels’s dick and starts moaning and grunting in pain. “Yea, that’s what you get when you try to play tricks” claims Samuel as he slowly starts to finger Jack. Jack decides to continue pleasing Samuel, thus he starts sucking on Samuels’s dick but this time round, he starts fingering Samuel as well.

Samuel has a very sensitive hole thus this gave him intense pleasure. This goes on for a few minutes, with each man fingering and sucking each other. Samuel then orders Jack to get off and slip on a new condom, “drill me boy, I want you to breed me” instructs Samuel. Jack slips on a new condom while Samuel lies on his back and spreads his legs, opening up for the boy. Jack aligns himself and thrusts into Samuel, slowly fucking the man.

Samuel: Faster! I want you to shoot your young boy load while fucking me.

Jack: Yes sir. As you please sir.

Jack starts fucking Samuel hard and the room fills with the noise of balls slapping against Samuels ass and both man moaning in pure pleasure. Samuels’s dick starts leaking pre cum and within minutes, Samuel starts shooting his load all over Jack and himself. The sight of an elder man cumming like that makes Jack shoot his thick warm load into the condom. Jack pulls out slowly and lies flat on the bed while Samuel gets up. Jack heads to the shower to clean up while Samuel packs up his camera which recorded every single bit of hot intense action that took place in the room and he then joins Jack in the shower and gives the young boy another hot blowjob, swallowing his young load.

Both men settle down for a drink, wrapped in their towels.

 Samuel: Whatever happened here, will remain within these 4 walls. I’m sure you’re okay with that?

Jack: Yes Mr Samuel, please. I won’t spill a word. Please don’t release anything,  my whole life will be ruined.

Samuel: Good.

Jack: Can I ask you for another favour?

Samuel: The money? Of course you will get it.

Jack: Actually, I did all that to please, can this be the first and last. I won’t be able to go through with this again. Please sir.

Jack starts crying as he pleads.

Samuel: Wipe your tears kid. I won’t ever bother you again. In fact, you won’t be seeing me again after this trip. This is my promise to you.

Jack: Thank you sir. Thank you so much.

Samuel: Now enjoy this drink, your money will credited to your account in the morning. We are leaving tomorrow so go do some shopping.

Jack goes back to his room and falls asleep from exhaustion. He wakes up, does some shopping and in no time, is on his way back to Singapore in his business class seat. He made a lot of money in that trip, but whether or not it’s worth the money was a question that will always linger in his mind.

Samuel on the other hand, starts looking out for more targets. Wonder which young boy gets pulled in the next time.

[dogrocks]

so today has been a year since my old cat sooty had passed away. some of my old followers may remember me talking about her, but if you don't, to reiterate: she was my 21 year old cat that had been living with us before i was even born. she had died peacefully of old age last december, and although her death had hit my family pretty hard we were all relieved she was no longer suffering for the vegetable-like state she was in. because i'm at work today and would be too tired to draw anything as a tribute, i thought i could maybe talk about her. so if you're interested in the read, click on the read-more below! i will be talking in uppercase letters so be prepared for that lol

Like I said, Sooty had been around before I was even born, in fact before my older brother was born. My mum had told the story many times of when she had bought her from the pet shop; she had walked in there interested in a ginger kitten but had found only one kitten was left, and she was a black and white babe being cuddled by an old lady that was probably the shop owner. The lady told my mum that this kitten was the last one left and so my mum decided that she would buy this kitten instead. We have since moved from that area but from what I can recall the pet shop is still around, they just don't sell kittens anymore.

So my mum took the kitten home and for a while her and my dad had struggled on a good name for her. They thought on Snowy or Smudge but neither of them stuck, but finally they had settled on the name Sooty for her. If you don't know, there used to be a British TV show called Sooty and Friends, and Sooty was a yellow bear puppet, and he had a friend called Sweep who was a grey dog puppet, and my mum had a dog called Sweep in her youth. So it seemed appropriate, you know? Although there was a missed opportunity to name our future pets after the other characters, but it's not super important to us.

For the first few months of living in our old house Sooty was an absolute nightmare to keep, as you would expect from spindly new kittens. She would climb up the curtains, destroy furniture, and would not let my parents touch her. I remember my Mum telling me that she actually had a second owner with the neighbour across the street, and that she went missing during one Bonfire night. She did not return home all night and my Mum had assumed she had run away from home or got killed somewhere, but then she came back home completely unscathed. None of us know where Sooty had gone that day, but she did not venture into her second family's home again after that, so I guess the experience had shook her up pretty good.

So a year has gone by and Sooty was starting to mellow down. My mum was pregnant with my brother and one time Sooty brought in a live toad from the garden and placed it right in front of my mum. I recall being told that after my brother was born Sooty was really starting to show in laziness, and then I was born. Ever since I was a baby I had considered Sooty my best friend. She was gentle with me as a baby and let me stroke her even in the most intolerable of spots (she did tell me off a few times but that was totally my fault). I remember one Christmas time she had tried to climb up the Christmas tree and it fell over, and of course she had never attempted to do anything like that again. Then years later my sister was born and we were all a complete family, with Sooty jammed right in the middle of it.

When I said Sooty was my best friend as a child I really do mean it. I had a pretty lonely childhood as I was too shy to make any real connections with other kids, and the kids I had considered my friends would always prefer other people over me. But Sooty would always be the one to always bother me for attention and curl up on my lap whenever I was feeling sad. Whenever I sat there crying in my bed because of the bullying I was suffering with at school, she would immediately drop whatever she was doing to curl up next to me and let me hug her until I felt better. She was only friend I had in the world as a kid, and I was okay with it.

Sooty was starting to get on with age as the years go by. We moved out of our old home to the house we live in today, and from then on she had stopped going outside our house to explore the town completely. She would still go to the garden to roam or do her business but that was the extent of it, and I believe this was what had granted her the long lifespan she had. If you don't know, indoor cats tend to live longer than outdoor cats as they're least likely to get seriously hurt or catch diseases. And Sooty was getting more and more placid as she aged, she no longer hissed at or bit anyone, and was totally okay with pretty much anyone touching her. She was an absolute angel who didn't have a single wrong bone in her body, which is why I call horseshit on those dweebs who label every single cat as evil.

Then one day Sooty became deaf. This wasn't some diagnosis by the vet, we all just slowly realised it overtime. She was no longer responding to her name, or at any sound around her to be exact. This is a natural occurrence to cats that are growing old so we weren't very surprised by this, we just had to adapt is all. This time she cannot slip under the garden gate under any circumstances as she will be unable to hear any cars or other dangers, so my dad nailed a board under the gate to prevent her from doing that. She would only go underneath to sleep under cars but we weren't going to risk that.

We adapted to Sooty being deaf quite quickly, she wasn't the one to respond to her name anyway, and although she was by definition an old lady now she was still as friendly and outgoing as she always was. When she wasn't dozing on the sofa she would be zooming up and down the house, yowling for attention and bothering me for demands of affection when I was trying to do my homework. And like I said she was absolutely fine with anyone petting her, whenever I would bring friends over she would always crash the party and curl up on my friends’ laps, despite of how much they wanted that or not. She loved everyone, and wanted visitors to feel welcome in our home.

Throughout her life Sooty had only been to a vet twice, one when she got into a fight with a neighbour's cat back in our old house, and second time when she had developed a strange infection in her paw. When we had first discovered that we assumed something was very wrong, that she may have some type of cancer. I remember waiting at home as my mum took her to the vet, heart pounding and my palms sweaty as I started to overthink the possibility of my cat having a horrible disease and possibly needing to be put down. But my mum came back and said not even the vet knew what it was. They suggested we dunk Sooty's paw in salt water until the infection passed.

And that was our daily routine for years. Every morning “did you dunk the cat's paw?” “Remember to dunk the cat”. The infection never really passed, and to this day I still don't know what was up with that.

And then one day, Sooty became blind. It was just as gradual as when we had discovered she was deaf. We would notice she was bumping into furniture, and also walk aimlessly around the house. I didn't want to believe it at first but it became abundantly obvious, and so we had to take more safety precautions to ensure she doesn't get herself hurt. I remember breaking down and crying when trying to navigate her away from the steps she could no longer see, and plunge herself into a world of serious injuries if she was not careful enough. I didn't want my cat to get hurt, and I had to make sure she was stable and safe all the time

Her frailness was really starting to show now. She was no longer moving around and stuck to sleeping in my sister's room. She couldn't go downstairs to her litter tray now, so we had to purchase puppy training pads for her. For months she was immobile and sleeping in her own filth and I hated it so much and wanted it to stop and I wanted my old cat back. I know her death was coming close, I had had nightmares about it for years and it was going to come true soon. I could just feel it. And I knew I had to be ready.

I remember one day in college, during a boring lesson of just browsing the internet, I had this gut feeling that tomorrow would be the day Sooty would be gone. I just knew it, and a strange feeling of closure came with this realisation.

And the next day, she was gone.

It was a Tuesday and I had woken up and walked to the bathroom, passing by my mum who was looking in my sister's room. I try to brush it past and I went downstairs to eat breakfast. A few minutes later my mum had come down to tell us the news.

I didn't think I would cry upon hearing the news but I did, and I cried hard. I had known this day was coming and every worry, every nightmare I had of this event came crashing down. I didn't go to college that day. I hugged my mum and we cried together, and we all walked out to the garden together as my dad carried her wrapped body to her favourite peeing spot where she was buried.

I chose not to see her body before we buried her. I didn't want to see her that way. When I think of Sooty, I think of the cat who would blitz down the hallways yowling for attention, jumping up on shelves and trashing my room. I think of the cat who would insist on crawling on my chest and slightly strangle me as she curled up near my neck because she wanted the soft spot on my left tit. I think of the cat who would routinely come into my room and bother me while I was doing important work. I think of the only soul that was there for me during my lonely childhood.

It's been a year since Sooty had died at the amazingly ripe old age of 21 years. During the first few months of not having her in my life anymore, I couldn't even talk about her without bursting into tears. I had plans of getting other pets after her passing, but I knew I wasn't yet ready for it. I couldn't just fill the void so quickly, not until I learn to start living with that void and build myself on my own. I grew to learn that Sooty was a chapter in my life that had gone on for years and years, and now it was time to jump to a new one. I will always miss her and having her company around the house, but I have learnt to accept that she was a part of my life I could only look back down and recover the details.

I picked my life back up, finished college, and here I am now. While there are new pets and responsibilities in the house now (we kept the training pads for the guinea pigs) I know that nothing in the world could ever replace Sooty, she was just special. Which is why I turn up my nose at any person who thinks all cats are mean and heartless creatures who only want something to gain from you, because those people clearly never had the privilege to meet Sooty.

I hope that lady at the pet shop, whether she is still alive or dead now, knows about the amazing cat she gave away to my mum and gave us all happy memories for the 21 years she was with us. She was more than just a pet, she was a family member.

#meows #got teary a few times when writing this haha #also this site keeps fucking up and so this post may get flagged or not show up on my blog which is. brilliant

[sunflowervinyls]

Easy Like Sunday Morning

Pairing: dad!Harry x Reader

Summary: A lively morning in the Styles household

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: None ( i think) unless you count the beatles and self doubt

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The first thing you feel are the two small hands pushing a minimal amount of pressure to your bed, accompanied by the creaking sound of your three year old’s stepping stool. Next, are the little knees causing a small dip into the mattress, as your son makes his way next to your face. He then plops himself onto your stomach, grabbing onto your cheeks with his chubby fingers and trying his hardest to wake you up. Its just when he sticks a finger into your mouth that you pop an eye open, causing a giggle to fall from his wide smile.

“Hello bug,” your overly tired morning voice croaks, raising a hand to rub his cheek with your thumb.

“Hi mumma,” he exclaims. On any other day, you’d embrace him softly, asking him about his dreams and if he were hungry, but today was not the day. The Saturday night before you’d spent awake with your eight month old daughter (who was incredibly fussy for no apparent reason), leaving you to sleep for a mere three hours.

“Wake up daddy instead, Luca,” you mumble, throwing your arm over your eyes. Your son only shakes his head, picking up your arm with a wide smile and moving it away from your eyes. He lays himself completely on top of you while watching you inquisitively. You can tell he wants your attention badly, with the way his eyes glimmer under his mop off curly hair.

You sigh, looking to your left where Harry lays, sleeping soundly on his stomach. You’ve never been more envious of him, caught in a deep sleep while you were forced awake by grabby hands. Squeezing your eyes shut briefly you swing your legs around the edge of the bed, holding Luca against you while pressing a kiss to his head. He wraps his legs around your waist, and you only just then register how big he’s getting.

There’s only going to be so many more mornings like this, where he’s just happy to see you first thing in the morning. You can’t help the light tears falling down your cheeks, though you push them away before Luca assumes something is wrong. Instead of setting him down as you normally would, you carry him through the house, down to the kitchen and all around the workspace as the two of you make breakfast for the rest of the family.

Harry wakes up to the low volume music from down the hallway, accompanied by your and his son’s singing. A smile is etched onto his face the moment his eyes open, and it only grows when he notices his daughter, fully awake and standing up with the help of the edges of her crib. She watches him with her bright eyes, the same as yours, as he pushes the blankets off of him to pick her up. She wraps her arms around his neck, clinging to his soft curls that frame his face.

“Let’s go see what mum and brother are up to, puppy,” he mumbles next to her ear, bouncing her on his shoulder in hopes for a giggle. Olivia had been a much quieter baby than Luca, much more reserved, though she loved her dad more than anything. Part of the reason she’d thrown such a fit the night before was because Harry had spent the night in the studio, trying his hardest to pump out another album while raising two kids. She never went to sleep easily if he wasn’t around, something you’d brought up when he mentioned staying late at the studio. He can only imagine what the circumstances will be when he goes back on tour, something he’s dreading.

Harry made his way around the corner, stopping at the sight of you dancing with your son, a giant smile on the both of your faces as Paul McCartney’s voice fills your home. Crepes are both sitting on the counter and being cooked as you prance around your kitchen, your son giggling with every movement.

“Michelle ma belle,” he joins in, startling you. He makes up for it by pressing a warm kiss to your cheek, mumbling a good morning against your skin.

“Hello my love,” you greet, a certain warmth filling your chest. The mood radiates off of you, infecting Harry with the rays of sunshine. He takes one of Olivia’s hands from around his neck, pulling it in front of them and parading them around the room, dancing to the lively music.

“Can’t believe you’re managing t’carry him,” Harry gestures toward your growing boy, who’s unbelievably happy in his mother’s arms. He strolls over to the pastel yellow highchair, placing his baby girl down softly and pressing a kiss to her temple.  

“Are you trying to call me weak, Mr. Styles?” You ask, with a smug smile. He turns around to meet your eyes with a devilish grin.

“‘Course not, Mrs. Styles! I’d never,” he replies, just as smug.

“He’s my little boy, and he’ll only be this little for so long,” you confess with teary eyes, and Harry’s smile becomes a sad one. He feels the same way every time Luca needs new clothes, because he’d grown out of the ones Harry felt like he just bought. Anytime a new milestone is hit in either of his children's lives he can’t help wanting to make them stop growing.

“I’m your boy mumma, you can always carry me! Even when I’m big like daddy,” Luca consoles you, giving a slobbery kiss to your cheek. Harry lets out a chuckle, while picking his son up from out of your grasp and setting him on the floor. He brushes the unruly curls out of his sons face before asking him to sit at his spot at the table.

“Feel like ‘m missing so much, and I haven’t even been on tour since Luca was two!” Harry worries as his son prances off. His eyebrows come together as he looks at you with stress evident on his face, “I know how hard it is for Olivia t’go to sleep without me and yet I selfishly decided to stay in the studio working late, causing y’to suffer!”

“Harry, every parent misses somethings in their child's life. You working through the night, or spending time doing your job is not something you should be ashamed of, if it weren’t for your work we wouldn’t be able to live the lives we do. I may have been irritated with you last night, but I’m unbelievably grateful for the work you do and the lives you’ve given us. It’s all you, baby!”

“I love you,” Harry murmurs, pulling you close.

“I love you too,” you respond, “now, lets go feed our hungry babies!”

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[gemma-speht]

Curing Hearts

“Morning”! Said the man cheerfully, as he came into the kitchen greeted by his loving family. The girl looked up from her bowl of cereal, straight into her daddy’s eyes. “Good Morning.” She said. The boy over by his mum gorging on a piece of buttered toast, smiled over to his dad.

“Morning darling,” said his wife as he kissed her on the cheek. Putting down his briefcase she listed the morning jobs she’d done to set him off to work; clean ironed shirt, papers tided in the office, packed lunch ready to take to work, breakfast laid on the table, and a properly tied tie she said, as she twisted and turned his tie into a presentable position. “Thank you honey”! The man exclaimed. “Do any of you know how long until we go to Florida on holiday”? He asked cheekily. “Three weeks and two days” they all chirruped eagerly! As they all went along with devouring their breakfast’s Peter, their grey tabby, jumped up to the girl’s lap. He purred loudly…

“Aww, Mum, Peter hasn’t been fed”. He rubbed up to the women’s leg and nudged his cold nose to her shin to

Kiss her in his feline way, as she lay down his bowl. Just then Buster bounded in and gave everyone in the

Kitchen a hearty “Woof”!

“Morning Buster”! Said the family laughing. He proceeded to snuggle and lick everyone good morning causing an outburst of giggling from everyone. Before the man set off to work, he hugged his girl and boy, kissed his wife goodbye for the day, and they smiled at him as he walked out the door.

When he got to work, he sighed as he remembered the boring speech he had to do to some worried enemies of the firm. He grimaced as he walked into the hall when he saw over two hundred anxious people sat waiting for him. He walked over to the microphone and hid his disapproval of being there, by standing up strong and smiling in a fake manner, then said “Thank you ladies and gentlemen for your interest in the company, I hope you had a pleasant journey. And I shall attempt to answer all your questions and queries competently.” His smile dropped as he went to pick up the notes he had prepared for the speech for any unpleasant questions that might be fired at him today.

The conference after the 20 minute speech lasted and over an hour! The man was exhausted. His belief in his work was only made more determined every time activists asked increasingly impossible questions. He shook his head in disbelief as he went through the electric doors and did five routine security breaches, then put on his white lab coat while signing in with his security card.

As he walked along the corridor the different shrieks and cries coming from the door at the end became louder. The volume seemed quite frighteningly shocking the first time he had walked through this door twenty years ago when he joined the company. Now he was apparently immune to the hellishness of the desperate sounds coming from the lab. Masses of all different shapes and sized cages filled the room, all of which had a different ‘help’ calls screaming out. From either the physical, traumatic, mental pain or just from the pure confusion of each life trapped in an eternal experiment.

Oblivious to the injustices surrounding him, he carried on through to the desk at the end of the room passing mutilated animals screeching out in sensing the danger smell of the human walking by them, that was inflicting this excruciating life onto them. Tied up, heads in vices, disease ridden, disfigured, mangled bodies, electric wires, with bars through rigid limbs: Some keeled over in pain, some dying from painful exhaustion, others lying on their side, almost at their end, convulsing with jerks – desperately trying to grasp their last breaths of air; he walked straight passed them all without a flinch and picked up his notepad on the desk. He called for Tess to bring through his most recent experiment.

 I was due to go to a girl called Mandy that week. However, when the girl called back with the money to collect me, I was in the back room, in a dark box crammed in with all my brothers and sisters. Mandy had found the hutch full of hay, but no me. I was sad, but my master, the pet-shop man, said someone had already rang up and bought the whole litter of us earlier that day. So I knew I would be going to a home soon anyway. Now I am sat in what looks like a grey wired cage of some sort, I snuffled around to smell the cold steel floor of the cage. It didn’t smell very much like hay or rabbit’s food. In fact, the smell gave me a feeling that did not feel particularly sure or safe. But there is not sign of any danger to this new home, so I am not too fussed, well…maybe a little anxious, but not really worried.

The man never looked up from his notepad; he opened the cage door and pulled the rabbit onto the operating

Table, by its neck, he took his first ever look at her.

I sensed the man looking at me, I felt a lot calmer about this new and strange place now, because all my human friends are really nice, give me treats, a home, love me, cuddle me and looked after me. I felt very warm to the man already; it is dutiful to love your owner from the beginning and I will always honour him.

 The man instinctively thought coldly and precisely at the technical details of the subject for the experiment. Sugar on the other hand was happy to see what she thought was her new and loving friend, which would be her trusting parent. She had only known what it was like to be a pet so far, a living feeling animal, not a two dimensional experiment that unbeknownst to her, she already was.

  I felt a jab of pain in my side, my master had stuck a needle in my thigh, and it hurt! But then I forgot about the pain, it went away in a few seconds. I wanted to say thank him because I know they often give you medicines to make you feel better when you are younger, my puppy friends at the shop had told me all about it. I did not get a chance to thank my owner.

Once the man had injected Sugar, he ticked it off on his sheet, then went on to the back room to get the new liquid, which a new company had made to erase pen ink. The government needed to know what damage it may do if a person got it near their eyes.  

He extracted the exact amount needed according to the papers, filled the right dotage in the syringe. Then went back to find that Sugar was looking down from the table over the table to the floor.

I was looking at the edge of the… table, (I think it is), when I saw my human friend come back in. I looked up at him, had a sniff to make sure it was him again. It was, I was pleased. I was getting hungry and I knew my owner would feed me soon. He had something in his hand that must be my treat, I hopped along nearer to him, but he grabbed me by the scruff of my neck instead.

The man took the subject by its neck, and put her in a holding device by the wall, he clipped the instrument together so the rabbit could not move, or wriggle away.

 I felt a sharp nip on every side of me, with a lot of clanging noises, it hurt! What was the man doing?

He must be helping me get better; I must have something wrong with me. I calmed down, I realised it was all

right, I could trust my friend. I sat patiently waiting for the pain to go away. But I started to get a little panicky when it didn’t. Come on master, I pleaded, make it go away…

 The man took a blood sample from the creature now. Sugar made a little squeak sound; the man didn’t pay any attention.

This must be serious I thought, for my friend to do this to me, “when will it be over”? I asked. He didn’t communicate anything back.

The man then wrote something on his notepad and told the assistant he was about to do phase one, on subject

307. The girl nodded and carried on filling in a sheet on the desk behind him.

He came at my head with a plastic thing, I could smell it, and it smelt nasty. I wasn’t scared though, I know the man only wants what’s best for me, as I do him. But then, the horror!! I screamed out painfully, my eyes had something evil squirted into them!

 I panicked like crazy, squirmed desperately trying to free myself from this thing holding me, to scratch my

eyes clean. I felt the liquid sink deeper in my eyes!

 It hurt so much!! Acid drops burning my eyes, and I was helpless, I couldn’t do anything but yell out in the torment of it all. Total blindness filled my eyes, shock waves of pain flowed all over me! Then I remembered in the middle of all this distress - the man!! He would help me!

 “Help, help”!! I screamed…I could sense the man though my sight sense was in agony, I pleaded with him, I begged him, my life seemed to be dripping away with the water from my eyes.

 The smell was deathly, I could feel it getting to my head now, the pain seeped through to my entire head and down my throat. Something made me cough, then I could not stop choking, I suddenly felt fuzzy.

I yelled out my last plea for life, my master did nothing. “Won’t you help me? Don’t you love me”? I gasped with my last breath.

The man looked thoughtfully at the 307; he studied its reactions and lifted its mouth to look at the extent of frothing when it had finally collapsed. It was still having short gasps of air; he jotted down in his pad. Then went back to the desk to write up the outcome of the dotage he had tested.

“I’ll need another 15 milligrams of alphamacha.” he said to the girl. She said “Yes, OK”.

“Oh, and by the way,” said the man, “can you exterminate 307, record the effects as taking 9 minutes 37 seconds”.

“Yes sir”. Said the girl.

The telephone rang…It set all the animals into screeching again. The girl picked up the phone.

“Yes, yes… OK, hold on I’ll get him. Mr Snide, it’s your wife on the phone”. She said wearily.

He answered, “Yes darling, everything OK? Really? Oh god, right, I’ll be right there, tell Sally not to worry. Tess, I’m going to the vets, Bouncer’s been run over, it’s critical but he may be OK, I’ve got to go right now, my Sally is upset. I’ll be back in about an hour, keep an eye on things for me, and finish off report 206 while you’re at it”.

“Yes sir”. Said the girl in a bored manner.

She glanced over at Sugar; she had just taken her last agonising breath. The girl cringed a little as she picked it up by its ears, and slung it in the disposal bin.

Its innocent eyes glared up at her.

by Gemma Speht (1998)

#gemma speht #animal rights #vivisection #story #fiction

[poge-life]

The story of another us~ Calum Hood chapter 1

Growing up in a foreign place wasn't as scary as the movies and TV shows make it out to be. Granted you had to get used to driving on the other side of the road, the delicacies and all that stuff.

I had just turned 5 when my family decided to pack up and move down under to Australia. Its never cold here and the spiders are the size of my face :). I met Calum a week or two after we moved down here when my mum set up a play date with him so her and Joy could get to know each other. A few years later, we met Michael. Lord help me with those two.

I did end up going to a different school then them but we always met up right after school and walked home. Michael as always would complain about him and Luke constantly arguing in class while Calum would stand there and not do anything.

"Leave the poor kid alone Michael. You don't need to bully him. And you," I turned and pointed my finger at the laughing Maori boy who shut up at my glare, "Don't let him pick on the poor kid any more. I'll kick both of your asses if I find out that neither of you listened."

They both nodded their heads and shut up. I huffed and turned back around, my pony tail swinging. Anyways, my dad has a surprise for both you in the basement." I smiled, knowing exactly what it was. They both quickly ran up to me and threw their arm around my shoulder and tried getting me to tell them what it was.

"MUM! I'm home!" I shouted, dropping my bag by the door and letting the boys in. They kicked their shoes off and headed to the spare room to change out of their school clothes and I headed into the kitchen to see Calum's mum sitting with Karen and my mum. "Joy! Karen! I haven't seen either of you in ages!" I cheered and ran over to hug them. "That's because your mum kidnaps our sons and then sends them home stuffed." Karen scoffed.

We heard rustling coming into the kitchen and we looked over to see the boys hitting each other. "I'm a babysitter. I babysit two teenage boys." I said to myself. "Oh shut it." Michael laughed, quickly stopping when his mum sent him a look. "Dan should be home soon. You guys can go play football or Fifa until he gets here." Mum told them and they ran to the spare room which was mostly occupied with their things from home.

"Michael and Luke fought again today." I told the 3 adults. Karen sighed and Joy looked down and my mum just rubbed my back. "I don't see why Michael can't be the bigger person and let what ever's wrong go. I've talked to Luke at the record store before and he's a sweet boy." I told them.

"Michael's always been like that. Been stubborn since the day he was born. Calum and yourself are the only ones who he doesn't pick fights with." Karen told us. I sighed and ran my hands over my face. I walked away from the table and up into my room to change out of my uniform and into a blink 182 hoodie I stole from Calum and a pair of leggings with Nike socks.

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"Dad's home. He just texted me and told me to send you guys down to the basement." I told the two oblivious boys playing Fifa. Michael looked over at me and then at Calum and then suddenly pushed Calum away by the face and ran out of the room. "Oi! Mikey!" Calum exclaimed and ran after him.  I laughed and got off the bed, mumbling a 'boys' to myself and headed down to the basement.

The two boys where just standing there looking down at the two guitars in shock and I looked over to my dad who looked proud at himself. "Dad? You bought them guitars?" I asked, saddness written in my voice. I had been begging my parents for months to let me get a piano so I had something to do in my free time

"Got them in at work and I knew they would enjoy them." Dad smiled and looked over at me. I scoffed and ran up to the kitchen. "Did you know dad bought them guitars?" I asked mum. She looked up at me with guilt written on her face. "I've been begging you guys for months to buy me a piano and you guys said we didn't have the money but then Dad goes and buys guitars for my best friends, who aren't his children, with money that we suddenly have?" I asked, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Ari..." Joy started. I scoffed and ran up to my room. I slid down the back of my door and felt the tears well up in my eyes. I took a deep breath and stood up. I slipped on some vans and headed downstairs.

I could hear the guitars coming from the basement and I told mum that I was going down to the record store down the street. She told me to be home before dinner and I nodded and grabbed my keys.

I always knew we didn't have that extra money we could just blow. Mum had to take some time off work due to her miscarriage and Dad had to work over time so we could pay the bills and have money to get us by. But I thought that maybe when we did get that extra money, they would use it to get my piano but instead my dad used it to buy guitars for my best friends.

I shook my head and walked across the street and into the record store. I walked over to the vinyl's to see if they had anything new. "I see you in here all the time and you always look at the records." I turned my head to see a very tall boy with a dimpled smile.

"I actually have a collection of vinyl's going. It's just something I've been interested in." I smiled. "I'm Ashton." He smiled and his dimples popped out. "I'm Ariana. I also go by Ari. Doesn't matter to me." I told him. "Anything in particular you're looking for? I actually work here and know this place like the back of my hand." Ashton told me, going thru the records. I turned my attention towards him and continued looking thru the records.

"Just looking for any records I don't have yet. I'm not really picky about my music." I shrugged, picking up a Pink Floyd album. "You have very good taste in music. I'm gonna keep you around." He smiled, motioning to the album.

"Good. I need some new friends." I told him. We spent the next half hour going thru albums when the bell above the door rang, indicating someone came in. "I'll be right back." Ashton told me, walking over to the counter.

"Ariana?" a voice called from behind me. I turned around to see Luke and I smiled

"Hey Luke." I smiled and he walked over to me. "I took your advice...and I decided to do a cover of a song but I'm gonna need your opinion on it before I do anything." He told me, rubbing the back of his neck and looked down at his vans. "That's awesome!" I cheered and pulled him in for a hug. "You're an amazing singer, Luke. It'll be great." I told him. He just blushed and looked down.

I took a deep breath and spoke, "I'm sorry about Mikey. I've talked to him so many times about leaving you alone at school. I yelled at Cal and told him to stop letting him do that." I told him. Luke looked up at me in surprise, "You're friends with them?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Grew up a few houses down from Calum. They're my best friends." I explained. "It's always Michael. Everything I say or do, it sets him off." Luke sighed, running a hand thru his hair. "I'll talk to them again and if it happens again, tell me and I'll take care of them." I told Luke. He nodded and looked over at the door. "I should get going. But I'll text you when you can come over for the cover." He smiled and I nodded my head.

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"I know I'm late. Lost track at the record store." I told mum, walking into the kitchen. Michael and Calum were stuffing their faces while their parents looked at them in disappointment and Dad was laughing at them. "Do you guys ever chew your food?" I asked in disgust, sitting next to Calum and by my dad.

"Hun, they're human vacuums. You should see Cal after football. Eats everything in sight. Never seen him actually chew his food." Joy told me. I watched in amusement as they both went for the last roll and glared at each other. I quickly took it and shoved it in my mouth while they looked at me like I kicked a puppy. Well, Calum always looks like that.

I smiled and looked down at my plate. "Ari, about the Piano. I talked to the owner of the record store and he agreed to letting you use it as long as you help out at the store." Dad told me, causing me to choke on my lemonade. I had a coughing fit and looked over at him. "Are you serious?" I smiled. Dad smiled and nodded his head. "You spend whatever time you're not with Calum and Michael at the record store so I thought it wouldn't matter." He explained.

I stood up from my chair and leaned down to give him a hug. "Thank you." I whispered.

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A/N. I do realize that Ashton lived in the next town over from the 3 and I spaced it when I wrote this so for the sake of this, he works in the record shop in their town but still lives in the town over.

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[kairoth]

Could you do all of the questions?

heyhey! yea! done on my laptop :>

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?♥ usually more milk but then i try to fix the ratio and it ends up being more cereal asfh

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?♥ eehhh sometimes

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?♥ mostly just pieces of paper lol

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?♥ with LOTS of sugar

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?♥ yes. it's gross

6: do you keep plants?♥ yea!

7: do you name your plants?♥ ofc i do

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?♥ music mainly. like you'll know my mood by knowing what song i listen to

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?♥ ye ~

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?♥ my side usually but i move a lot in my sleep

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?♥ bongwater,,

12: what’s your favorite planet?♥ saturn! and pluto,,, and jupiter ahh

13: what’s something that made you smile today?♥ thinking about puppies !!!!!!

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?♥ idk? messy

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!♥ apparently you get taller in space

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?♥ this is boring of me but i like plain ol' pasta with butter and salt the most

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?♥ white with purple ombre !

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.♥ HHH when i was 6 months old i ate a spider and anyone who knows about it never lets me live it down

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?♥ i try to keep em and write in em but i often forget

20: what’s your favorite eye color?♥ mmm i can't choose, they're all great !

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.♥ oof my batman backpack that i gave to my dad. that thing went through A LOT. my new one is really good too tho. it's just red and black but it's served me well.

22: are you a morning person?♥ depends on if i've gotten a good night's sleep and if i'm particularly excited for the day!

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?♥ sleep, listen to music, read

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?♥ yea. we don't talk anymore tho. i miss him

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?♥ nowhere? i've never broken in before

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?♥ i always wear my vans til they fall apart. my current pair are space themed bc ofc

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?♥ juicyfruit ig?

28: sunrise or sunset?♥ sunset

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?♥ ASFH UHM idk?? them just being themselves is enough for me to smile over them

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?♥ yes

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.♥ i wear mismatched socks all the time but like they do match each other somewhat. like. i have a bunch of stitch socks and i don't wear their match but i'll wear another stitch sock with it.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.♥ uhh me and two friends played never have i ever over kik once and long story short we learned a lot abt each other. some things we never wanted to know

33: what’s your fave pastry?♥ idk! i like danish pastries pretty well tho

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?♥ teddy!! i got him when i was 5 from my cousin for like a nickel. he's just a standard lil brown teddy bear. and ofc i still have him asdgh can't sleep without him. i even bring him to sleepovers

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?♥ yea! i use them when i can

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?♥ EDEN. and crywank generally fits me too

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?♥ i like it to be clean but often it just gets cluttered and i don't have the motivation to clean it

38: tell us about your pet peeves!♥ uhhh i hate rude, arrogant, judgemental people, disloyalty, uhm, the sound that weird plastic makes, uhhh idk

39: what color do you wear the most?♥ mostly black and white

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?♥ my solar system bracelet! i saw the post for it on tumblr and sent it to my mum, and she ended up getting it for me for christmas!

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?♥ we were liars by e. lockhart. if i had to choose a fave it'd be that one. i sobbed for days after reading it. i think it kinda did smthn to my soul

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!♥ i do not sadly :

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?♥ my mum, i think ?

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?♥ oof, when harley was still here. it was a nice day, the sun was shining through my window, birds singing, EDEN playing softly, and harley was all cuddled up on my chest with his head tucked under my chin, purring away.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?♥ depends. i try to evenly listen to my instincts and to logic

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.♥ my friend used to make a lot of bone puns bc of undertale and sans and one of my faves is "wasn't that HUMERUS"

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?♥ SEAFOOD it's grrrrrrrrrrroooooooosssss

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?♥ death. and yes.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?♥ haven't bought many of those, i mostly listen to spotify :0 i did get the vinyl of black parade that mcr was giving out for the anniversary !

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?♥ crystals ig? pokemon cards, pens, books. uhh. i have a lot of paper and notebooks lmao

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?♥ mm. good times by all time low.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?♥ uhh idk i like all of em

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?♥ heathers is epic and i love christian slater but also his voice is hilarious, beetlejuice was good and amazingly weird, and i've no seen the other two yet.

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?♥ HHH. the other day my mum's friend was talking abt how she's having problems with renters and she looked like she was gonna cry but it was more frustration than anything so idk?

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?♥ man idk it's prob somethin big but i don't remember

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?♥ ? idk. it depends ig?? like for my one friend i love that he loves animals, for my other i love that she loves music. for one i love her kindness and outward innocence and i find it hilarious when she actually shows her angry or sassy side.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?♥ god i love bohemian rhapsody. so good. so catchy. the best. me and my former bff used to sing it all the time

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?♥ mmmm idk :0

59: what’s your favorite myth?♥ i love myths abt creatures! my faves are about the fae folk.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?♥ idk :0

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?♥ uhh just a basic gift card ig. and uhm idk?

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?♥ mm if i have juice i'll drink it!

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?♥ i try to keep them organized

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?♥ it's getting late and it's kinda cloudy and grey

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?♥ yeaa.

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?♥ mmm idk! maybe lots of purple and light blues? :0

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?♥ bad. i've always been nervous with storms and whatnot and those kinda days just make me jittery.

68: what’s winter like where you live?♥ well for a while it actually is winter and gets cold. but it's florida so ofc it goes back to being hot af.

69: what are your favorite board games?♥ i've always been fond of sorry sliders and candy land

70: have you ever used a ouija board?♥ NO AND I NEVER WILL. my mum and aunts did once and HHHHHHHH they ended up with a possessed barney doll

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?♥ earl grey ! i really wanna try lavender tea tho

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?♥ yea but i don't often actually do it

73: what are some of your worst habits?♥ i sleep and procrastinate too much but i'm trying, i pick at threads a lot hhh,

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.♥ ok uhh. they remind me of a canary bird. i associate them with yellow and pink. they're super sweet. always helpful. sad and i wish i could help them more. all in all a v good friend and v good person.

75: tell us about your pets!♥ OOF OK GET READY. syd: sydney, my man. the big orange floof. meathead. he likes to stand up and hold onto your shirt or pants and it's cute but also CLAWS. v smart, knows that if he annoys me enough i'll open my door for him. maggie: pretty pretty princess. also the grossest princess. beaut white, brown capped fur and green gold eyes and cutest lil meows. bean: has two thumbs, one is teensy tiny. meows are like inaudible. usually grumpy and will run if you pet her. only accepts affection when she's sleepy. sebastian: the real grumpy cat. russian blue boy. has a hard time jumping correctly now cos he's old. always talking and complaining. likes pets. will fight you. ash: scaredy boi. dark as night. murrs instead of meows bc he wasn't raised by other cats. rarely purrs but you know he loves you. likes head bumps. will scratch you if you're not paying attention to him. can be a bully. arrow: FAT. has scabs bc he keeps scratching himself,, why boi why (we think he's allergic to smthn). meows LOUDLY. eats everyone's food. likes to go outside. once got stuck in the same tree twice. shelby: old girl. jack russel. super hyper but also LAZY. only sleeps under blankets. gets jealous. will force her way onto your lap. the smelliest dog in existence i swear. emmy: chihuahua. grumpyyyy old lady. always telling people to shut up (mostly shelby). cute tho. has seizures sometimes. will purposefully use the bathroom on the floor where you'll step or on something of yours if you upset her. moriarty: my snek! good boy. likes to be under his paper towels. smol. has a cute face. percy: GRUMPY leopard gecko. she's a blizzard morph and she looks purple. so grumpy aaaaaaaaah. red: my betta girl. the other girls with her (blue and esme) died. she comes up to the glass to say hi to you. oscar the grouch: hedgehog. SO GRUMP. he literally turned his entire house around so you can't see him. rude. lillith, yuki, and star: ferrets. inseperable. good little catsnakes who i love. yuki has a thing for feet and shoes. star messes with the dogs/cats by nipping them. lillith is good but bites a bit hard. the chickens: we named them after the avengers. cap can die. literally she hates me and my mum she tries to fight us. RUDE.

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?♥ yes. schoolwork

77: pink or yellow lemonade?♥ i like both !

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?♥ uhh hate club ig? idrk?????

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?♥ mmmMM my former bff used to be very supportive of my clinginess and she would be talking and i could just like hold my hands out to her or hug her and she'd be totally ok with it and not even pause talking. the best thing ever tbh

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?♥ two walls are light grey and the other two are a slightly darker grey! i chose it :> i wanted a good neutral color besides beige or white.

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.♥ mmm. like the sun shining through the branches of the trees.

82: are/were you good in school?♥ i mean?? ig? i get ok grades (mostly Bs) but i always procrastinate assignments cos i'm lazy and unmotivated

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?♥ ooohh my fave is from life starts now by three days grace. i actually made it my theme once on chrome

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?♥ yea! i wanna get a lot of space related ones! and maybe the chip number of my boy harley

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?♥ mm. i read webcomics! a fave of mine is stutterhug by samantha davies on taptastic :>

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?♥ uhhhhhhh i don't know any off the top of my head and i looked it up and it says american idiot by green day is one and i love them so? yeah

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?♥ THE CROW. and the last unicorn!! both so good

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?♥ i've always been fond of symbolism

89: are you close to your parents?♥ i'm close to my mum! not so much my dad

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.♥ woodsboro, maryland! that's where my aunts and cousins live. i love going up there!

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?♥ idk! my mum did bring up going somewhere this year tho

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?♥ barely even a pinch. unless it's spaghetti and that powdery parmesan cheese

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?♥ wellll we shaved the sides and back so it's just long at the top and flipped sideways

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?♥ ? it was my mum's boss's birthday a few days ago :0 we all had lunch together and she asked me what name she should call me by. i love her tbh

95: what are your plans for this weekend?♥ hopefully i can go see the puppies !!!

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?♥ procrastinate

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?♥ infp, leo but i relate more to my scorpio chart, and hufflepuff!

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?♥ i've never actually been hiking!! and tbh i enjoy pretty much anything long as i'm with someone i like!

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.♥ jupiter by EDEN, leech boy by crywank, lost//found by EDEN, boats & birds by gregory and the hawk, and saturn by sleeping at last. a lot of others too ahh

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?♥ five years in the past. i could fix a lot of things that happened.