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incendiobrock · 3 years

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The Witches Forest

Request: heyy idk if u do requests but if u aree then can you do one where the reader is a witch and is dating colby so she goes on one of the haunted trips w them and does some reading idkk you can end it however you like <33 tyy!

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this! I loosely based this imagine off the witches forest video on the Sam and Colby channel but instead of the witch from the video giving the reading it was y/n, and instead of Colby getting lost in the forest it was y/n. Hope you enjoy! Also this was loosely inspired by an imagine I read by @annab-nana you can read it here!

Warnings: sexual joke (I think that’s it)

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It was a typical day with the trap boys. Your boyfriend Colby had finally convinced you to go on a haunted trip with them. The only reason you had agreed was because he had promised you, and Corey, that there wouldn’t be any seances. You would all be going to just spend the night there, not summon anything.

In fact, Sam was planning on doing a cleansing ritual that he had done some research on. So, you agreed. You were always super worried about the boys and the trouble that they would find themselves in, especially with demonic entities and spirits.

One of the other reasons you had agreed to do the video with them was because you knew that the fans have been begging for you to make an appearance. Colby got tweets and comments daily about his “witchy girlfriend” joining in on a haunted overnight video. All the fans knew that you were super into crystals, and tarot cards, and different herbs, and just about anything that you believed would help protect you and connect you to the world of spirituality.

So here you were, sitting in front of the camera, Colby right by your side, his ring clad hand holding onto your thigh, as the rest of the guys surrounded the table. “Okay, who’s ready for the reading?” You questioned, looking around the table. Everyone nodded and agreed to begin. You passed the tarot deck to each of the boys, instructing them to shuffle the deck while thinking of their intention for the trip to The Witches Forest. Everyone did as told and passed the deck back to you, you were the last to shuffle.

“Alright, so I’m going to pick the top three cards and then we can go over what they each mean for us, and for the trip we are about to go on.” You stated, gently flipping over the top three cards, The Tower, The Nine of Swords, and the card of Death.

You felt the room tense as they all read the cards chosen. “It’s not bad.” You said, trying to calm everyone’s nerves. “Uh- I don’t know about you but a card that says death seems pretty bad to me.” Corey said, laughing out of fear.

“Yeah babe, what does that mean besides ‘we are going to die?’” Colby air quoted the last part. “Will you guys just give me a minute to explain it?” You laughed at your boyfriends face as his eyebrows remained scrunched on his forehead, looking desperately at you for answers. You went on to explain that death could signify the “death” of an era and the beginning of something new. The Nine of Swords means that their own thoughts can weigh them down, or cause a feeling of darkness, and The Tower means danger, chaos, but also liberation.

“See, so nothing is necessarily bad. It actually seems like this might be good for you guys, especially since we are planning on doing the fire ritual too. That way you can begin a new journey and have a nice cleansed path before the next moon cycle begins.” You stated, leaning your head on Colby’s shoulder and cuddling into his side. He placed a short kiss onto your forehead taking hold of your hand, “Alright so let’s get on the road we don’t want it to get too dark before we set up the tent, plus it’s about an hour drive.” Colby said to the group, still holding your hand as you both stood up to go get into the car.

About an hour later you had all arrived at the forest. Colby had parked the car a little off the dirt path in a small clearing between the trees. You were happy to get out of the car to stretch after having to sit between Jake and Corey in the backseat. You brought along a small backpack of stuff like a water, first aid kit, a flashlight, and most importantly some crystals that offer protection. You took out the small ziploc with the crystal and began to give one to each of the boys, telling them to keep their crystal in their pockets for protection.

Sam had asked you to explain to the camera what all you had brought so you showed him the black tourmaline, amethyst, and the obsidian, saying that they each offered protection and grounding properties. “Alright, now that we got our protection rocks let’s go pitch the tent we will be staying in all night.” Sam said, shutting off the camera. You all stood around trying to help as Colby did most of the work putting the tent together. You were impressed with his skills, never knowing that he could set up a tent with little to no instruction.

“Dang brother, those Cub Scout skills are really showing right now.” Jake joked, sticking the last spoke into the dirt. “Thanks brother, you know I’m skilled with these hands.” Colby responded, sending a wink in your direction. Your cheeks heated up as a small laugh escaped from your mouth. Leave it to Colby to make a sexual joke that makes the guys cringe.

After a little exploring all together, and almost losing the location of the tent, you had all decided it was time to start the fire ritual. You were glued closely to Colby’s side, hearing a lot of motion within the trees. “Once we get the fire going maybe we will feel better, the light and heat should scare off any animals that are near.” Sam said grabbing the fire bucket that he had brought for this ritual.

Colby lit the fire and you all sat around in camping chairs. “We should’ve brought s’mores bro.” Corey said, trying to alleviate some of his fear. You agreed with him because you knew you felt the same fear as him at the moment. Sam explained what was going to happen with the fire ritual and passed out the objects that everyone was going to be throwing into the fire, in hopes to release any possible spirits that were attached to them. As soon as you guys started to watch the stuff burn Colby flew back, falling with his camping chair.

“Did you guys see that! Right there! Right behind Jake! Sam? Did you see it, it was like a shadow and it moved super fast right behind Jake’s head.” Colby yelled, standing quickly off the ground and shining a flashlight in that direction. “I saw that too!” You said, abandoning your camping chair as well. Colby took hold of the camera and began walking away from the fire and towards the trail. “Colby! Wait for us bro you can’t go alone!” Sam yelled out, chasing after him. “I have to go, I know I saw something I need to see where it’s going before it gets away, I wanna capture it on camera!” Colby said.

“Someone has to stay by the fire we can’t all leave! Jake you stay here with Corey and we will go investigate.” Sam instructed, but Jake hesitated wanting to go too. Corey ended up agreeing on staying by the fire so you three could keep up with Colby who was still walking quickly away from the group. You thanked Corey, worried that your boyfriend would get too far ahead of everyone. You began to jog to the path, already extremely behind the others because of the sudden panic.

You turned onto the dirt path and didn’t see any of the three boys, but could barely make out their voices in the distance. You began to jog down the path, heading to the left. You had felt like you were getting closer to them but their voices still remained faint and incoherent. You knew that Sam had yelled for everyone to stay on the path in order to avoid getting lost so you kept jogging further and further into the forest, away from the fire where Corey sat.

You slowed to a walk, shining your flashlight all around, hearing tons of branches snapping and rustling. You suddenly felt very alert, almost as if something was watching you. You felt the panic really set in as it became harder and harder for you to catch your breath. “Colby!” You yelled. “Colby! Sam! Jake! Corey!” You knew you had made a mistake going this far down the path. “Hello?! Can anyone hear me!” You heard a scream off in the distance making your eyes basically bulge out of your head. You turned sharply towards the direction of the noise, shining your flashlight out in front of your face. Your hands were trembling, shaking the light violently. Not only was it freezing out, but you were terrified of what was out there.

You began running back the opposite direction of the trail, your breath almost nonexistent at this point, but you were determined to make it back to the tent. You heaved, feet stomping away at the dirt path beneath. After what felt like a century, you saw the distant glow of the fire. You ran, the victory of reuniting with the boys fueling your return. The fire was now in clear sight as well as the figures of the four boys you were so anxious to see. The noise of you approaching causing them all to turn and look at you.

You practically leapt into Colby’s arms, tears pouring down your face as you wrapped tightly around his torso. His hand found its way straight to your hair, pulling you as close as he could to his body, swaying you side to side. “Oh my god, baby. Where were you? I was so worried! I thought I had lost you.” He said quietly, running his fingers through your hair trying to soothe your crying. “I-I was running after you a-and then I got lost. I heard a s-scream, I’m so scared.” You sobbed, never wanting Colby to let go of you.

“We looked all over, we were calling your name like crazy but Jake said we should come and wait by the fire incase you came back. We didn’t want to keep moving further away from you on accident.” Sam said, standing closely near you and Colby.

“Can we please go? I don’t think I want to be here anymore.” You pleaded, looking into Colby’s eyes as his delicate fingers helped to wipe away your tears. “Yes, of course. I love you, I’m so glad you’re safe. Let’s head to the back up plan, the cabin.” Colby said, directing the last sentence to the boys. You nodded gratefully, making your way into Colby’s car while Jake, Corey, and Sam packed up the mess.

The night was getting foggier as you pulled into the driveway of Jenna’s cabin. You felt relief rush over you, knowing that you wouldn’t have to spend another second in the Witches Forest. You all got out of the car and huddled by the front door, rain beginning to pour down. Sam took off his backpack digging through it to find the spare key Jenna had lent him. “Uh, Colby did I give you the key earlier?” Sam asked. Colby let go of your hand and patted his pockets down, “No I don’t think I have it. Is it in your pockets?” He responded, recapturing your hand in his, knowing that you were still shaken up about getting lost. Sam flipped his jean pockets inside out, no key to be found. He began pulling everything out of his backpack, searching deep into the bag for the key.

“Let’s go back into the car maybe I left it in there.” Sam said, heading straight back to Colby’s car. You all got back in as the rain continued to pour, Sam searching every inch of the vehicle. “I can’t believe you lost the key Sam, first Y/n goes missing and now this?” Jake says from the backseat, obviously frustrated. “It’s not all my fault okay? You think I meant to lose the key?” Sam snapped back, the tension in the car rising.

After a lot of searching, the key was no where to be found. Much to your dismay, you had to go back to the tent in the depths of the forest. You all huddle into the blue tent, slipping into your sleeping bags. It was only a few more hours until daylight, a few more hours before the suffering would end.

“I’m not going to let anything hurt you. I lost you once tonight and it was the scariest moment of my life. It’s not going to happen again, I promise.” Colby vowed, pulling you into his chest. You smiled at his kind words, despite how scared you were he always knew how to make you feel safe. “Thank you Colby, I love you so much.” You responded, nuzzling further into his chest. “I love you, to new beginnings.” He chuckled, referencing the tarot reading from earlier. “To new beginnings.” You agreed, sealing the deal with a kiss on the lips.

#colby brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock imagines #Sam and Colby #jake webber #Corey Scherer

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ialwaysknewyouwerepunk · 2 years

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so a while ago 6th of december to be exact @bluewinnerangel got me to spin her wheel of songs a second time and there's these three to pick from:

only UAN + TMH wheel

All 1D songs wheel

All of 1D + Harry + Louis wheel

that day i felt very brave and picked the third option. and that time. i got lucky. i got

SOOOOOO AT LAST, 22 DAYS LATER, HERE I AM WITH A GOOD OLD LYRIC ANALYSIS FOR ONE OF MY FAVORITE 1D SONGS

steal my girl - a close reading

yes new notebook it's giving Less Flat and Wider

LYRIC ANALYSIS

She's been my queen since we were sixteen

This Is About A Girl

~ "I guess some queens don't need a crown", perfect now

specific age. wonder who it's about. wonder which writer of this song has been with someone since they were 16

We want the same things, we dream the same dreams, alright, alright I got it all 'cause she is the one Her mum calls me love, her dad calls me son, alright, alright

this shit is established. they've met the family, they talk about the future, they're building a life together as a team

-> this isn't a one-sided thing about the singer being possessive and holding their s/o back

~ "share a single bed and tell each other what we dream about", we made it

I know, I know, I know for sure

Everybody wanna steal my girl Everybody wanna take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na She belongs to me

couple billion? in the whole wide world? who in 1d is together with someone like that? whose partner is desired by billions? esp desired by billions bc they don't know they're taken

sure, if one of the 1d boys is together with someone, they might get some jealousy over them, but that jealousy from fans would generally not be "i want her", but "i want to be her" (like... if it were el or sth yk)

Kisses like cream, her walk is so mean

gay

And every jaw drops when she's in those jeans, alright

legs body physical attraction where have i heard this theme before in which person's songwriting is this a theme hMmmmmm

~ "waiting to wrap your legs around me", always you

I don't exist, if I don't have her The sun doesn't shine, the world doesn't turn, alright, alright

they call each other sun

~ "summertime, butterflies, all belong to your creation", olivia

~ "If I didn't have you there would be nothing left The shell of a man who could never be his best If I didn't have you, I'd never see the sun You taught me how to be someone, yeah", drag me down

~ "'Cause you're the only one when it's said and done You make me feel like being someone good to you", perfect now

-> both consider the other as the centre of the universe, origin of life

She know, she knows That I never let her down before Oh, she know, she knows That I'm never gonna let another take her love from me now

"I" has proven they're legit. not one-sided

possessive Daddy energy. i'll make sure these leeches don't bother you

Na na na na na na na She belongs to me

*child's voice* naaanaaa nana na you'll never get her

SYNTHESIS

Established relationship. They're going strong. Sung from the perspective of someone who is quite on the possessive side, but not directed towards their partner in a "gotta keep em in line" kind of way, but in a "hey, horde of people horny for my GiRL? back the fuck off or we're gonna have a problem" and I respect that.

The love that's portrayed is very very wholesome and is to be found in other One Direction songs, like Olivia or Drag Me Down. They're the sun. Their source of light. They can't imagine life without them, because they've shaped it so intensely already. They've changed each other for the better. And oh yeah this person is so fucking hot and everyone fucking agrees. But too bad for the whole fucking world, I guess, because (s)he's taken.

This song is at the origin of so many other songs and references. Gotta love parallels and these menaces calling back to their earlier work as much as they can, leaving a huge network of links to make it very obvious that it's all about the same love story.

#lyric analysis #WOW feels good #i kept it short and sweet and perhaps way more parallels will come out now #but i'm pleased with this result #it's been a while #love it #steal my girl

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aliypop · 1 month

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Return To Sender : Chapter 2

Word Count: 1,908

Writers Note: Alright so here's part 2! Once again dedicated to @sissylittlefeather Sorry if twos a little short

Warning: Language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis / OC x Jerry

Plot: It's 1968 and Natalya Dyer a divorcee and single mother is tasked to interview Elvis and Cecelia Presley at their humble mansion Graceland about their spicy relationship only to learn more about them as people.

Chapter 1

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@your-nanas-house

@zayurir

@60svintage

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@leapresley

@everythingelvispresley

@dreamondina94

@elvismylove04

@pocketfulofpresley

@elvispresley1956

Memphis August 1968

"Jerry Schilling..."

"Natalya Dyer." She removed the cigarette from her mouth, "Nice to meet you," He smiled at her as she nodded, "Likewise." Natalya heard footsteps, which made her focus on the door, "Mama!" was all she heard as her son came charging towards her with the force of a bull. Jerry looked at her and then at her son as he smiled, "I'll let you handle that." He exited the door. Jerry thought she was pretty, but he was sure she wouldn't even be interested. Besides, she probably already had a husband.

"Yes, Jer- Bear?"

"Can I go ride golf carts with my friends?" Jericho's eyes got huge, like a puppy. She thought about it from a mother's standpoint on how dangerous it could be, but she remembered she trusted that the Presley family, like any parent, would keep their kids safe. Of course, she also thought he'd be playing with the kids of Elvis and Cecelia, which in its own right was odd in its way, "Please, mama!"

"Oh, alright," She ruffled his blonde hair and kissed his forehead, "But be careful! You have school tomorrow!"

"I'll be okay!" He ran upstairs as she followed him up.

"El..." Cecelia laughed as she felt him kissing her neck,

"Hmmm..."

"I can't make dinner if you're seducin me." She chuckled, "Then Birdie can make dinner." He whispered,

"Birdie's got the week off," She smirked,

"But, baby,what'cha want me to do..." He pouted as Cecelia nudged him.

"Let me cook." She turned to face him to kiss him. Elvis picked her up and placed her on the countertop. He kissed her eyelids, then her cheeks, then her nose and her lips again with a sweet hunger as she blushed,

"What's wrong, Satnin..." He asked,

"You have a way of makin' me fall deeper in love with you every day." She whispered as she pulled him closer to her.

"You love me, huh honey,"

"Mhmm," Cecelia kissed his cheeks, then his hands,

"Do have anymore Mai Ta-" Natalya began to walk off as Cecelia and Elvis broke apart,

"We do!" She flattened out her pants as Natayla laughed,

"If you two were gonna make out, I could sit in the dining room."

"We weren't going to do that," Elvis mumbled,

"Mhmm..." Natalya chuckled, "You know I was thinking about that magazine proposition you two mentioned and..."

"And..." Cecelia said,

"I wanna work on my first article, and..."

"You want us as your lab rats?" Elvis suggested as he leaned against the counter. Cecelia handed her another Mai Tai as Natayla sipped it,

"Nothing like being a kissin cousin to a ripe pineapple." She joked as Elvis couldn't hold his laughter in, "Alright, but none of those raunchy questions about my-" Cecelia nudged him again, "Of course not, I want the world to get to understand you two as like a couple, not the stars you know." Cecelia nodded,

"I'd like that," Elvis smiled,

"Cool, so uh... anything I can do while i'm interviewing?"

"You can help cook," Cecelia gave her a knife and a cutting board. Natalya began to cut onions. She thought of her first question,

"So what was it like being an interracial couple in the 50s versus now?"

"Well... Should I answer first or you?" Elvis asked Cecelia as she shrugged, seasoning up the steak,

"I'll answer," Cecelia smiled,

"Honestly... It's hard. There's not much of a it was, you know. My fans didn't mind it, but when it came to the elders..." Cecelia sighed, "I was ridiculed and called a traitor to my race,"

"We tried to hide it, but our love was too strong to hide." Natalya caught his glance as she alternated from chopping to writing, "I mean, I-It was rough when we had the twins, the uh press askin if they'd be dark or fair," Natalya could tell that angered him, "It didn't matter none to me as long as they were healthy, because love ain't color, it ain't creed, it's a feelin'." He smiled,

"Oh, Elvis..."

"Hmm?"

"Are the greens missin somethin?" Cecelia asked as he ate them,

"tomatoes..." He grinned,

"You and your tomatoes," The pair laughed as Natalya chuckled, "It was like that with my son," Natalya mentioned, "He's half Seminole, so a lot of speculation on why he's got blonde hair and blue eyes, unlike me."

"Hell, we got Cherokee in us." Cecelia smiled. Natalya grinned as she began to feel at home around them,

"I'm a natural blonde," Elvis added,

"So what made you two fall for each other?"

"Her soul."

"His heart," She put the steaks in the oven,

"Explain that, please."

"Elvis has a heart of pure heaven, not even gold. He doesn't like to see anyone sad or struggling. Instead, he tries to be an angel on earth," Cecelia looked over her shoulder, "He's my angel on earth. He's so damn funny and," Cecelia chuckled, "He's makin' faces, isn't he?" Natalya nodded, ratting him out,

"What can I say? Her soul brings out the best in me." He held her, "When I'm here with her, I'm not Elvis the star. I'm Elvis, her best friend, her husband, the father of our children, the man who comes home with messy hair and his shoes off,"

"The pain in my ass, but my joy, my refugee, my home," She looked at him lovingly, "Your green beans are burnin'" He smirked as she puffed out her cheeks, "See, there's the pain in my ass part." She joked,

"Oh, you love it." He smacked her butt as Cecelia blushed.

"Did the twins change anything in your relationship?" Natalya asked. She remembered when she had Jericho, and her ex-husband couldn't even look at her for long. It was like the love in her ex-husband's eyes was vanishing.

"The first few years were fine..." Elvis smiled, "But when they started growin older..."

"We started hitting a dry spell." Cecelia leaned against the counter,

"A dry spell? You two?!" Natalya gasped, "No!"

"Yeah! It was bad Cece was holdin out, and I wanted to put in,"

"Or I wanted to put in, and El here was holdin out."

"So, how'd you two fix it?"

"We learned to listen, never go to bed angry at each other, and to kiss while makin' up."Elvis chuckled,

"We also learned we've got a temper. And it gets in the way, every couple fights, but how you win the battle is what matters." She could see the pure admiration they had for each other. It was what Natalya wanted. Someone who'd look at her with a twinkle brighter than any star.

"Any advice to anyone finding love again?"

"Correction, don't go finding love, find a friend."

"A best friend." Cecelia nuzzled his nose,

"You two are so sweet." The plates were made, and everyone was sitting down as Jesse reached for a role, Cecelia glaring at him

"Not until we say grace..."

"But mama..." Jesse tried batting his baby blues,

"Mind your mama," Elvis suggested. Even Natalya had to agree Elvis was very sexy, even as a dad,

"Okay..."

"You know, daddy! Today, I learned at school...How to count by 10, but then Jesse got stuck on 2x2 because he was talkin in class!" She smirked, her curly hair bouncing with every word she said,

"And who was he talking to?"

"Jericho."

"Nu-uh!" Jesse stuck his tongue out, "Right, Jericho..." Jericho was blushing as he looked at Elaine, his mother noticing, "You're pretty..." Elaine's lip curled up like her father's. In disgust as she said,

"You've got germs."

"I do not have germs!" Jericho huffed,

"Do too!"

"Do not!

"Do too!"

"Do-"

"Hey uh I'm heading home for the-"

"UNCLE JERRY!" Elaine and Jesse ran toward him as Jericho looked at his mother, her eyes on his, "Night." He mumbled, picking up his God niece and Nephew,

"Say Jerry you like kids right?"Elvis asked as he was saying goodnight,

"I mean I like your kids." The Memphis bachelor said back,

"That sounds... wrong as hell..." Natalya mentioned as Cecelia chuckled,

"I didn't uhm mean it like that Mrs. Dyer." He blushed getting shy again, "Can I get you another Mai Tai?"

"Yes, you can."Elvis grinned getting invested in whatever was stirring up in front of him.

"Actually gotta get this little one to bed," Sleep had hit Jericho as he was nodding off on his plate,

"You two can stay over!"

"El, I'm sure she wants to go home..."

"But..." He pleaded, and whispered, "I'm playin' Cupid." he smiled as Cecelia chuckled,

"Besides when have I ever been wrong..."

"Well..."

"Go 'head name a time..."

"That damn monkey Scatter..."

"Scatter was fun!"

"Scatter wore my bra on his head, and let's not forget what I caught him doing with my favorite dress..."

"Well... Uhm, may I walk you to your car?" Jerry offered. Natalya nodded, "That would be nice," she picked Jericho up as Jerry opened the door for her,

"Great... now He's heavy," Natalya huffed,

"Mind if I..." Jerry asked,

"That would be kind." She smiled as he picked him up,

"See who's stupid now!"

"Still you cupid." She chuckled, as they raced to the door to watch, "Your husband must be worried." Jerry spoke as Natalya chuckled,

"My husband hasn't been worried about me in years." Trying to laugh off the heartache,

"I'm sorry."

"Ah, no need. He was a bastard." She shrugged, "What broke you two apart?" He kept walking as she sighed, "He wanted a trophy wife, and I wanted my husband to be a husband, " Natalya sighed, remembering how he'd come home late smelling of Whiskey and cheap perfume, "I'm sorry that happened to you."

"You can give a man your life, and it still ain't enough." She looked at him. Jerry placed Jericho in the car as he looked at Natalya. She was strong, beautiful, witty, and charming and he had to know more. He had to see her again, he wanted to,

"It's a shame he left a woman like you all alone."

"Well, he wanted to stick his dick in anything that wasn't me, especially after our son was born." She mentioned, taking a cigarette out as he took his lighter and lit it for her.

"Thanks, Mr. Schilling."

"Of course, Ms. Dyer"

"Please call me Natalya."

"I'd like to call you some time if that's okay," Jerry smirked, remembering he had some of his flirtatiousness in him,

"Was that too strong?"

"Not at all, but maybe we should start as friends." Remembering the advice given to her, "If that's okay with you, I'm still adjusting and-"

"I could show you around Memphis," He added, "The best restaurants everything,"

"I'll think about it." she took out her keys as he opened her door for her

"Well if you think about it and change your mind, meet me at Valmos Sound."

"Isn't that in Nashville?" She questioned,

"Yeah, but it's three hours," He smirked as she felt her knees go weak, "Whadya say?"

"Oh alright..." She laughed, "But don't you dare try anything."

"I would never try anything with a friend." He smiled as he closed her car door. Driving off, the radio was playing Love Me Tender, she then groaned as she changed it again, and Can't Help Falling in Love was playing,

"Fuck this.."

"Debuting on W.H.B.Q. Cecelia Presley's new hit To Be Loved."

"God what did I do to deserve this!" She sighed,

SHOULD I MAKE PART 3?

#oc #fanfiction #new stuff #new #romance #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc #introducing a new oc #cecelia valmos #60s elvis #Natalya dyer #68 comeback special #New oc #oc x jerry schilling #jerry schilling

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seita · 4 years

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the contract girlfriend | semi eita (m.)

˒ pairing: semi eita/reader ˒ genre: angst, fluff, smut ˒ wordcount: 𝟺𝟹𝟹𝟷 ˒ tags: friends2lovers, fake dating, musician!eita ˒ cw: dirty talk, loss of virginity, virgin kink if u squint: sweet talking, pet names, mean girl ex, mutual pining, unrequited love(?), angst with a happy ending, UNEDITED

+ note: this is a collab along with the other writers for the kkc! i would also like to thank @bokutobabie 𝖿for her help with this plot bc it was kickin’ my ass.

˖˖ summary: when he was an unknown musician, his girlfriend left him. now that he’s made it, he wants to make her jealous at a fancy party so he can get her back.unfortunately, he asks you to be his fake date. the downside? you have a very real crush on him.

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“I have a proposition,” is never a sentence you want to hear when you sit down to lunch with your best friend. Especially when that friend is Semi Eita.

“What..?” you ask apprehensively, taking the cup of coffee he’d obviously gotten to bribe you. You took it regardless, not willing to pass up the offer of free coffee.

“Nana is gonna be at the party this weekend,” he muttered, swirling his fingertips around the rim of his cup. You felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach at his words, “I want you to come and pretend to be my date.”

Just as you’d expected. Not something you wanted to hear.

Nana was Eita’s first love, his first serious relationship, really. They got together when he was fresh out of highschool, the two of them spending almost all of their time together.

It was when his career as a musician was just beginning, he was playing small gigs and there was nothing really successful. But he was happy. And he thought she was too.

Until she dumped him in favor of a much more famous man. He was a big movie producer and offered her a leading role in an upcoming film. Of course, she took the offer.

She would much rather be mingling with the rich and famous than be hanging out with “a nobody like him”, as she put it. You remembered the hurt Eita felt, the tears and heartbreak it took almost 3 years for him to get over.

“Why?” you finally asked with a sigh, “What will that accomplish?”

“Well if she gets jealous, she might want to get back with me,” he grinned impishly, shrugging his shoulders like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You recognized the look in his eyes, one of determination. So you sighed, nodding your head, “Alright, I’ll be your date.”

He beamed, uttering out endless thanks to you as you went on with your lunch until he decided to go back to the studio. He slipped his hat on low, making sure his mask was in place before hugging your goodbye and leaving you sitting alone at the table.

You sighed, downing the last of your coffee. Your spirits were low; you had no idea what to expect from this party.

Would she fall for it and run back into his arms now that he had had his big breakthrough and became mainstream? She surely must have known by now; his band was already breaking records, wracking up fans by the thousands, his songs were being played on the radio.

Maybe now that he was famous enough, she’d actually want to be with him. Not that she deserved him. And he didn’t deserve someone like that, either. He was too good for her, too good to be treated like that.

You let out another sigh and stood up, grabbing your purse from the back of the chair.

This was going to be painful. You weren’t sure how you would cope with pretending to be his girlfriend all for the sake of him getting back with her.

Surely your heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

Because as much as you tried to hide it, you were irrevocably in love with your best friend.

The entire getup was supplied to you by Eita; from the jewelry to the dress itself. You felt like a different person. Despite the fact he was your best friend, you hadn’t attended one of the big parties since his band’s breakout single.

This particular party wasn’t in celebration of his band, but he was invited regardless so naturally he went. He was still enjoying the high life and was getting used to tasting fame. You were glad it hadn’t actually affected his personality.

“You look nice today,” Tendou complimented with a breezy smile. He was nursing a glass of champagne, which was uncharacteristic to say the least. He had always been more of a whiskey kind of guy.

“Thanks,” you shrugged, “I’m not really a fan of this kind of thing.”

“I know,” he grinned, “You look terribly uncomfortable, that’s why I came over to be such a good pal and keep you company while your darling boyfriend is off galavanting with the people!”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s not my boyfriend, Satori.”

He giggled, taking glee in your embarrassment, “But you wish he was.”

“Are you already drunk?” you raise a brow, making him snicker.

Someone called his name from the crowd and he flashed you a knowing grin, “Eita may be too dim to see it, but the rest of us aren’t!”

You pout and find yourself alone once again. Looking around, you search for your ‘boyfriend’. Suddenly, a heavy arm falls across your shoulders and the familiar scent of his cologne reaches your nose.

“Hey, babygirl,” he coos, making your heart skip a beat at the pet name. He sounds so fond and you feel yourself smiling before he busts out laughing, shaking his head before letting his arm fall from your shoulders, “That’s just so weird. I dunno if I’ll be able to get through this tonight,” Ouch. “Anyway, Nana just arrived so…” he takes your hand but you can’t bring yourself to smile as you feel the ache in your heart at his words.

If he takes note of your deflated behavior, he doesn’t say anything, merely leading you over to the balcony. You breathe in the fresh air and feel the ache in your chest dull.

“Eita? Is that you?” a perky voice makes you cringe.

“Nana,” Eita breathes, tugging you against his side as she breaks through the crowd to stand in front of the two of you.

Her smile promptly disappears at the sight of you crowded in Eita’s arms.

“Eita...who’s this?” she asks, a smile returning but you can tell it’s plastic.

You remembered everything you had gone over with him before the party; the two of you had sat down for a few hours to sort out your story and rules. It had felt like you were making a binding contract with him when you told him no kissing on the lips. It was your only stipulation and you swore you saw a brief downward tug of his lips when you told him before he beamed and readily agreed.

Maybe you were imagining that disappointment in his eyes too.

“This is my girlfriend, _____,” Eita introduced, giving your arm an affectionate squeeze.

“Oh,” she gave you a strained smile and held out her hand for you to shake. When you slipped your hand into hers, she gave it a tense squeeze that made you flinch, “I’m Nana, Eita’s ex.”

“I’ve uh…” you cleared your throat and pulled your hand away, “I’ve heard stories about you.”

“All good I’m sure,” she replied flippantly before setting her sights on him once more, “We should totally catch up, you know? Reminisce about the good old times~”

The sultry, flirtatious undertone made your skin crawl. Even if you weren’t really dating, she thought you were and for her to not respect that made you angry. But still, Eita pulled away and placed a kiss against your temple that set your heart ablaze.

“Sure, why not?” he grinned and gave your hand a squeeze, “You go have some fun, sweetheart. I’ll catch up with you later.”

You gave him a hollow wave as he quickly vanished into the crowd without a second glance your way. You knew this was the end goal but still, to see him walking away hurt. A sense of rejection was seeded within you and you felt your spirits slowly being crushed.

It took all your power to continue on with the party until it felt acceptable to leave. Throughout the party, you kept getting glances of the two of them.

Eita wore a serene smile, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her. Whenever she looked at him with a flirtatious smile and a subtle caress, you felt jealousy pool in the core of your stomach. You wanted to march over there and scream “he’s mine!”. But you couldn’t, because he wasn’t really yours.

He was only pretending to be yours so he could have her.

Your phone vibrated as you downed your final glass of wine, making you look at the screen with a frown.

“I’m heading to Nana’s apartment for the night! See if Satori can give you a ride home, thanks for the help!!”

Your jaw ached from how hard you were forcing yourself to keep from crying. When you tried to find the elusive redhead, you found he was drunk and dancing with two girls so you decided to leave him be and simply call an Uber.

For just a short time, you had simply been a contract girlfriend for him to use. Though you knew it was fake, it still felt so nice to be called his.

So you went home, removing your expensive clothing like Cinderella after the ball and decided to relax on the couch. It was only a little past midnight when you got out of the shower, turning on the TV to watch whatever late night nonsense was playing.

Eita thought that being with Nana again would be everything he wanted. But as he laid beside her, her head resting on his naked chest, strangely all he could think of was you.

When he asked you to pretend to be his date, he hadn’t thought of the possibility of how it would really feel. Sure, he had touched you before, naturally. Sometimes he hugged you and held your hand. But that night, when he placed the kiss against your head, the way your eyes lit up in response had his heart stuttering when he thought back to it.

Truth be told, when you told him he couldn’t kiss you he felt so...disappointed. He had thought of assigning the same rule but decided against it at the last moment, secretly thinking about how nice it may feel to kiss you.

He had quickly dashed that though because of how wrong it was to think of you like that.

Yet there he was, thinking of you with his ex girlfriend back in his arms again.

“Eita?” Nana asked, lifting her head to look drowsily at him, “Are you okay?”

“Um...yeah,” he clears his throat, “I should probably get going.”

“Why?” she whines, “Don’t worry about her.”

“Huh? Who?” he asks, confused.

She giggles and clings to his arm, “Your girlfriend! She doesn’t have to know!”

His heart ached at those words -- true, you weren’t really dating but he felt like he had done something wrong. And for some reason Nana’s blatant disregard that he had cheated with her made him nauseous.

“I...I just want to see if she made it home safely,” he gave her a tight lipped smile and picked up his phone.

She rested against the pillow, head propped up on her hand as she watched him dial you. When you didn’t answer, he gave a frustrated sigh and dialed Satori instead.

It rang a few times before the slurred voice of his best friend answered, “H-Hey man, what’s up?”

“Satori, did you drop _____ off okay?” Eita asked.

The redhead made a confused sound over the line, “What’re you talkin’ about? She never asked me to take her anywhere.”

“What?” Eita frowned, “Did you see her leave the party?”

“Gotta tell ya, man, I wasn’t watchin’ her,” Tendou replied, a feminine giggle in the background making Eita frown, “Wasn’t that supposed to be your job?”

Eita sighed, shaking his head, “Alright, dude, just...let me know if you hear from her.”

“Hah? Why would she call me?” Satori chuckled, “Why don’t you just check on her? Better safe than sorry...I mean, she’s a cute girl, you never know what kinda scoundrels were eyeing her in that pretty little dress tonight. If i was a less honorable friend, she would be the one in my bed right now!”

Eita scoffed and hung up as his friend started cackling gleefully over the line. Eita stood up, shaking off Nana’s grabby hands as he slipped his jeans back on.

“You’re not going back to her, are you?” she pouted.

Eita sighed, “I gotta check on her. No one knows where she went off to.”

“She’s a big girl, c’mon Eita~” she purred, letting the sheet fall from her bare body as she crawled towards him.

He shook his head and threw his shirt on, grabbing his keys off of her dresser before moving to the door, “I gotta see her.”

He ignored her obnoxious whining as he bolted out the door. Any sleepiness that was in his system had evaporated at the worry he felt over you.

The drive to your apartment was quick enough, it went by in a blur. He took two steps at a time up to your place on the 3r floor, not patient enough to wait for the elevator.

The knock on your door made you jump. Throwing the pillow you held in your lap aside, you checked through the peephole to see a familiar head of sandy blonde hair.

Pulling the door opened, you looked at him with wide eyes, “Eita? Aren’t you supposed to be with--”

“I couldn’t get a hold of you,” he breathed, stepping past you to enter your living room.

“And?” you laughed, shrugging your shoulders.

“I got worried! Why didn’t you go home with Satori?” he sighed, sitting on your couch with a huff.

You chuckled again, though it was humorless, “He looked like he was having fun, I didn’t want to impose.”

He sighs and relaxes against the couch. As you sit next to him, for a second things feel normal.

You almost feel okay, as if you could forget about everything happening. It’s so easy to forget your crush on your best friend and the fact he wanted to be with another woman.

It was easy to forget it all until it came rushing back into your face in the form of Nana.

You and Eita were having a lunch date, as was normal for the two of you. Unfortunately, amid his retelling of a story you had heard a million times over, she showed up with an obnoxious screech of his name.

“Eita!” she squealed and rushed over to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders.

You let out a soft sigh, your eyes falling to your half-finished plate.

“Nana…” he greeted, eyes wide in shock, “H-How did you find me? What’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you, silly!” she chirped, taking a seat in his lap in a way that was far too comfortable. Suddenly, her gaze shifted to you and the smile vanished off of her face, “Oh, you’re here.”

“Nana…” Eita sighed but didn’t make any move to get off of him.

“What? I thought you were going to break up with her?” she whined loudly, making your cheeks burn as people looked over at the two of you, “You said you were going to dump her!”

“I--” Eita started.

“You should go,” Nana grinned at you, shrugging her shoulders as she hugged Eita closer to her, “Seriously, he’s mine now. He was fucking me at that party instead of you.”

Although nothing about your relationship that night was real, the humiliation you felt at that very moment was. She was smug that she had gotten your boyfriend to cheat on you and was making a spectacle of her victory.

Biting your lip, you reached behind you to grab your purse, “I-I’ll see you later, Eita.”

“______ wait!” he called but you were already rushing towards the entrance.

You had no idea that he was hot on your heels until you reached your apartment. You went to close it only for the foot to intercept it. Looking over your shoulder, you found Eita panting before he was pushing the door open completely.

“_____ I--” he paused, “Why are you crying?”

“I am?” you wiped under your eyes and frowned when you felt the moisture there, promptly wiping it away, “Sh-She completely made a fool of me, Eita. I don’t know what you ever saw in her and I don’t know why I helped you get back with her.”

“I know, look…” he ran a hand through his already messed up hair, “I feel the same, alright? I’m sorry I pulled you into all this, _____, I really am. Alright, I told her to get lost.”

You sighed and took a seat on your couch, “She only wanted you back because you’re famous now. You know that right?”

He chuckled and sat down, nodding his head, “I guess I was just...hoping for something I guess.”

“What?” you asked.

He shrugged, “I don’t really remember anymore,” he confessed.

“Well,” you didn’t quite know what to say, simply leaning back on the couch to appear relaxed, “I always wondered why you didn’t date after her anyway.”

He shrugged once more. How was he meant to say that he didn’t want anyone impeding on his time with you?

“I guess...no one really came along, you know?”

You nodded, “I guess it’s the same for me.”

He snorted, “You’ve never even dated anyone before.”

“You don’t have to bring that up!” you whined, playfully shoving his shoulder.

He laughed, melodic and pretty, “I think it’s cute. What’s your story then?”

“Eita, we’ve been friends since high school, you know everything about me,” you smiled, feeling your cheeks warm at the soft look he was giving you.

“Yeah but…” he bit his lip, fingers inching closer towards you, “You’re...pretty and sweet. There’s plenty of good looking guys around me that have tried flirting with you before. Hell, Satori even said he was into you.”

You smiled and shook your head, “No, none of them are right…”

“Who is right then?” he asked, unable to hide the hopefulness in his voice.

“Eita…” the smile falls from your lips, your heart hammering in your chest as he moved closer towards you, “I…”

“Hm?” he hummed, his nose brushing against yours, breath fanning over your lips.

“I...I won’t regret this, will I?” you asked.

His breathing stuttered against your skin and he shook his head, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, “You won’t.”

After those words left his mouth, he brought your lips to his in a sweet kiss that was perfect for a first. You could tell he was experienced, knowing exactly how to move.

There was something sweet lingering on his tongue that you found utterly addictive.

You wish you could find it strange or even scary to wind up in bed with your best friend. The fact your entire relationship was going to be changing should have concerned you but all you felt was anticipation.

He hovered over your body, the two of you stripping your clothes with unhurried ease. His body was firm from working out, a habit he never let go of from his time as a volleyball player.

His hands were calloused and warm as they touched your body, caressing your breasts in a way no one ever had. The feeling of him thumbing over your nipples had your back arching in arousal, your panties becoming soaked embarrassingly fast.

He was hard and throbbing in his jeans, the constricting material almost painful but all he really cared about in that moment was seeing all of you.

Hooking his thumbs into the band of your panties, he pulled the material down. He cursed under his breath at the strings of slick that attached to the fabric.

“You’re so wet,” he breathed, licking his lips as he tossed your panties over his shoulder to be lost somewhere in your room.

“Sh-Shut up, don’t tease me…” you mumble, feeling embarrassed by your body’s own reaction to him.

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss against your knee, “I’m not, baby. It’s sweet...I love knowing you react so honestly to me.”

“Eita…” you whined, reaching up to cover your face as he spread your legs.

“Hmm?” he bites his lip, sliding two fingers between your folds to spread them apart.

Your hole clenched around nothing, drooling more slick for him to gather on his fingertips. He used it to rub smooth circles around your clit, the sweet moan that fell from your lips at the pleasure he so easily gave you.

“I’ll get you nice and prepped, baby,” he cooed, the nickname making your heart soar.

You were so wet, making it easy for him to slide two thick fingers into your pretty cunt. You clamped down tight around the digits, making his cock throb at the mere thought of what that would feel like around his hard cock.

Twisting his wrist, he crooked his fingers up to hit your sweet spot, his thumb coming up to circle around your clit. The inexperience of your body made it so easy for him to bring you to the edge.

You had never felt this, no one had ever touched you so intimately so your body was more reactive than ever.

Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around his wrist, meeting his gaze with wide eyes. He smiled, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You cumming?” he asked, though he could very easily feel your walls spasming around him.

Still, you nodded, mouth falling open but no sound escaping, “E-Eita…”

“C’mon, baby,” he groaned, fasting his pace to fuck your dripping cunt. The sounds were wet, lewd and if you were with anyone else you would have been completely ashamed. But it was Eita, the person you trusted the most in the world. He groaned as your body began to quake, “Let it go, pretty girl. Cum for me, that’s it.”

At his encouragement, you released with a shrill whine of his name. He eagerly fucked your gushing cunt through the high, only slowing when your back met the bed again.

Pulling his fingers from your hole, he was mindful of your sensitivity. He still couldn’t resist placing a fleeting kiss against your throbbing clit before sitting up to meet you for another heated kiss.

Your body was still trembling as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your thighs spread open around his waist. His clothed cock hovered above your sensitive core and he made sure the rough material of his jeans didn’t make contact.

“Please, Eita, c-can we…?” you asked, biting your lip, too embarrassed to utter the words.

He smiled and nodded, brushing some hair behind your ear before sitting up to discard the remaining clothing on his person. His skin was pretty, tanned and built. His cock reached his navel, dripping precum down the length which he used to easily slick his cock up with his fist.

The sight of your best friend jerking himself off over your naked, trembling body felt beyond taboo. But it only made you more eager to have him.

“Please, Eita...I want you,” you breathed.

He flashed you a smile and sat up on his knees, sliding the dripping tip between your folds. Brushing past your clit, you whined at the sensitivity.

“It might hurt a bit, pretty baby,” he whispered, positioning himself at your entrance.

You had already guessed it. He was big just by looking at him. But nothing compared to when he began to sink into you -- that’s when his size really became apparent.

“Ah, Eita!” you whined, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He hissed but didn’t stop you, eyes falling to where his cock was steadily stretching you open. When he got halfway in, he pulled back until the head remained within your clasping walls. With an experienced roll of his hips, he pushed his cock back in, this time easily bottoming out.

“Fuck!” you squealed, back arching.

He could feel you gushing, dripping down his balls. There wasn’t a single sign of pain in your features so he quickly began to move, the both of you riled up and eager to have each other completely.

Everything felt so right, so sweet. Having him in your arms made you feel so happy.

“You’re mine now, baby,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck, “All mine. N-No more, fuck, of this friend shit...I love you.”

“Eita,” you whined, tears pricking your eyes as you hugged him tightly against you, “I love you too. P-Please make me cum.”

“Fuck, I’ll get you there, baby,” he promised, reaching between your bodies to find your clit. Your walls immediately clamped tight around him as he played with your little bud, “C’mon. Cum for me. I wanna feel you cream, pretty baby. Can you do that for me? Show me how good this cock makes you cum.”

His filthy words, whispered in his sweet, deep voice were enough to throw you over the edge. As you squeezed around him, trembling and gushing through the amazing orgasm, he spilled within you. A soft whimper of your name fell from his lips as his balls throbbed, cock spitting out load after load until you were so filled, it dripped from your cunt.

Finally, the both of you stilled. He leaned back to look in your eyes, tucking some damp hair behind your ear before pecking your lips.

“I meant it, you really are mine now,” he said.

You nodded, “You’re all mine too.”

“Well,” he gave you a teasing grin, “You have to share me with my millions of adoring fans.”

“Don’t be so full of yourself,” you giggled, biting your lip as he pulled out, “You have thousands at most.”

“Oh, way to bruise a guy’s ego,” he laughed.

You were grateful to have him, everything with him was so easy. Everything between you was fine, perfect even. And you didn’t have to worry about ever losing him to another girl again.

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Not One of Them.

// masterlist //

Word Count: 9.9k

Category: Fluff, single mom!Y/N

Warning: Some strong language. Slight mention of abortion. Not proof-read.

Note: time-skip to when covid-19 is dead ok

Summary: Harry is lyrically stuck, Y/N is the new big songwriter. She’s also a single mom to a 4-year-old girl.

Early italics are flashbacks.

When you’re a young mother, the world isn’t always the kindest, especially when no partner is in the picture.

While you were young, having had baby Faith when you were only 21, you applauded yourself for years for the effort you poured into raising a child alone – with the help of family and friends, and too many books and videos, but you get the point.

Faith wasn’t a mistake, you hate it when anyone even dares to imply so, but she was unplanned. You were in a toxic on-and-off relationship for 3 years, at some point believing that it might have been an open relationship because of the amount of times you caught your ex-boyfriend flirting with women and men right in front of you.

You had done your part after knowing that you were pregnant after one drunken night that led to a rough make-up session. You approached your ex, sat him down and broke the news;

“I’m pregnant.”

“Whose is it?” He had asked, face falling.

Yours scrunched up in anger, almost disgust at the implication. “Yours, you dumb-fuck! I don’t sleep around while I’m in a relationship like some people.” You had emphasized.

He ignored your comment, releasing a sigh. “You aren’t keeping it, are you?”

You were never against abortion. You were never against planned pregnancy. You had freaked out alright on your own when you were confirmed pregnant, but something inside you told you to hold on to the human inside of you, to that little bundle of oblivion – a little bundle of faith.

It was when he asked you that one question, his tone almost sure that you would abort the child, that you felt angry tears pool your eyes. “I am.”

He wasn’t ready to hear it and his wide eyes showed that, “Wh-What do you mean you are? I can’t have a fucking baby! This wasn’t supposed to get this real!”

“This real?” You had chuckled bitterly, “You stay with me for 3 years, fuck me over more than I can count then you always come crying for me, then tell me it wasn’t supposed to get this real?” You stood up, draping your bag over your shoulder, “I’m having the kid, Will. It’s over between us and-“ you gulped, swallowing back the tears as you pointed at him, “I never want to see you again.”

“You bet your fucking ass you won’t.” He had grumbled, tearing eye contact to look somewhere else but your death glare before you left.

Besides the university halls, Will had managed to stay out of your sight and you were grateful for that. Pregnancy was a roller-coaster, one you definitely screamed during all ride of, but nothing and nobody prepared you for the moment when you gave birth to your little love.

Your roommate and best friend, Cece, had driven you to the hospital and notified the rest of your family and friends, and you were glad that during that very period of time, you had someone beside you.

It was when you held your little love that it all faded away; the pain, the loss, the confusion, the fright – everything faded away the moment your skin made contact with your daughter’s, watching her with pure love and admiration.

You hadn’t picked a name before that moment, only nodding and smiling to the showering of recommendation from people, but one name wasn’t recommended, not even mentioned.

“Faith. You’re my little Faith.”

“You’re looking a little sick, honey. Have you been eating well? You overwork yourself-”

“Mom, mom,” you laughed quietly, tearing your eyes from watching your daughter play with her cousins before looking at your mom beside you, “I’m alright. Last project was challenging, that’s all.”

“Who were you writing for this time?” your mom asked with pride and excitement, curious to know the name of yet another big celebrity her daughter had been working with.

“Adele.” You smirked as you sipped your juice, hearing your mom gasp with a hand to her heart before letting out a small squeal.

In her dungarees and sandals, Faith ran towards you, making you set your juice aside to welcome your daughter in your arms. “Mommy, did you see me win Tag?”

“Yes! You were amazing!” You hyped your daughter up, pressing a sloppy kiss on her cheek, making Faith giggle.

With Faith standing between your legs, talking to her grandma, you checked your watch. “Ah, shoot. I better get going.”

“Will you be here for bedtime story?” Faith asked, looking up at you as you slung on your tote bag and held your car key in one hand before kneeling in front of your daughter.

“I will be, baby. Don’t give Nana a hard time, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

“I love you.” With one last hug and a kiss on her cheek, you smiled at your daughter who clung to your neck, pressing a sweet kiss on her cheek.

“I love you.” Faith replied, moving to stand with her nephew after waving at you as you left.

“Call me at any time if anything happens or if you need anything, Mom, yeah?” You said as you walked towards the door, your mother following behind.

“Wouldn’t want to disturb your wo-”

“Mom.” You stressed, turning to look at your mom, “Nothing like that. I’ll get going. Thank you for watching her.”

“Oh, don’t thank me. You know I love spending time with little Faith more than anything. Drive safely, honey.”

“Hey, Andrew, got you a donut.” You beamed as you approached the studio’s receptionist, a 19-year-old intern.

“You’re an angel.” Andrew sighed in contentment as he opened the box containing his donut before looking at you, “Just adopt me. I guarantee I’ll be the best brother to Faith.”

You laughed, “Think having a 19-year-old son will make me feel old. I’ll pass.”

“Dammit.” Andrew shook his head jokingly. “Meeting with Jeffery Azoff, huh?”

“Yeah, do you know if he got here yet?”

“Like 3 minutes ago.”

You checked your watch again, finding that it was just on time for your scheduled meeting, feeling glad that you weren’t late.

“Alright, I’ll see you on the way out.” You waved at Andrew who nodded at you while raising his donut before you set off down the hall and into the elevator.

Walking out and down the hallway, you approached the room you had agreed to meet Jeffrey in before knocking softly, hearing a distant “come in!”

Gently opening the door and sticking your head inside, your eyes moved to the couch where 2 men looked up at you; one was Jeffrey – you had seen pictures of him from when you worked once with his father – and the other was, undoubtedly in your mind, none other than Harry Styles.

“Y/N?” Jeff asked, him and Harry standing as you walked in and closed the door behind you, approaching them.

“Yes,” you smiled, reaching for a handshake which he had happily accepted, “It’s great meeting you.”

Harry’s eyes were set on you, a small smile on his face that did everything but mirror the surprise he felt. He wasn’t sure why; he didn’t have any expectations but he certainly didn’t expect to see someone as radiant as you were.

You looked at him next with a polite smile as you reached for a handshake, “Pleasure meeting you. I’m a huge fan of your work.”

And God, his stomach flipped and his face flushed at the comment, feeling shy under your gaze as he shook your hand, “Thank you so much. Can say the same about your work, you’re very talented.”

“Thanks!” You beamed before motioning towards the couch, the 3 of you sitting down; Harry and Jeff on the couch, you on a chair across from them. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“No, thanks. Had the biggest cup of coffee just before coming here.” Jeff replied.

You turned to look at Harry, smiling and nodding when he raised his bottle of water.

“Alright, let’s get into it,” you leaned forward, “How can I help you?”

Jeff looked at Harry, signaling for him to talk.

“I know it hasn’t been a year since I released Fine Line,” Harry moved his hands as he talked, looking at the carpeted floor underneath him before looking up at you, “But I’ve been writing ever since but- something is missing. Something is wrong. I wrote 9 tracks so far, all of them are unfinished because I just feel like they’re missing something. I have the idea, have the concepts, sometimes I have the tunes,” he counted on his fingers, “But I can’t finish one song. It’s like I’m, like,” he shrugged, trying to find the right word.

“Stuck?” You suggested, staring at him with an assuring expression which he found soothing.

Harry’s body slumped, tilting his head slightly as he looked back at you and a soft, small smile made its way to his face at how you understood. “Yeah,” he nodded, “Yeah, stuck. That’s the word.”

“I get you,” you assured him, “Do you guys have any sort of deadline?”

“No, not really, no. Not yet.” Jeff shook his head.

“Great,” you clapped, your eyebrows going up, “Do you have any of these tracks’ lyrics now?”

“Yeah, lemme just-“ Harry reached beside him, holding his tote bag to take out his journal.

“Hey!” You grinned, grabbing his attention and making him look at you, seeing you holding out your tote bag to him.

You matched; right on the fabric in the middle was an illustrated design of a small cactus plant pot.

“I have the same one!” You looked down at yours before looking at him, Harry mirroring your actions before a grin broke out on his face.

“Well then, Y/N, it’s set. These will be the best songwriting sessions of the century. It’s fate.” He said dramatically in a joking manner, making you laugh quietly as you set your bag aside and he fished out his journal.

Flipping through the pages, he handed you his journal so you can see one of the songs he had half-written, watching as leaned back on the comfy chair, holding the journal in your hands and reading.

It was excruciating. Harry grew nervous, feeling funny in his stomach and he tried to convince himself that it might be the salad he had eaten prior to that meeting, and not that he was nervous you’d think he was the worst songwriter to-date.

He watched your eyes, taking notice of how you didn’t skim through the words, but read them carefully and taking your time to do so.

“This is really beautiful, Harry.” You said softly, eyes still on the page before looking up at him, oblivious to the breath Harry let out, “Really beautiful.”

“Thank you.” He smiled, discreetly wiping his sweaty hands on his pants.

“Not much damage really. The concept is clear. Post-breakup song.” You said, handing him his journal.

Harry nodded, confirming.

“Are the rest like that, too?”

“Not really,” Harry shook his head, “Figured that the last album had too many of that.”

You nodded, “Yeah, I understand. Just- I say take your time, honestly. I’ll help you with the songs you have, maybe we’d get inspired along the way to write new stuff, too, but you don’t want to force anything, you know? Sometimes some lyrics just aren’t meant to be, you know?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He nodded.

“Don’t you worry,” you gave him a smile, “It’ll all work out.”

“Well, so do we have a deal?” Jeff asked with a smile, opening his arms.

“I’m in.”

Maybe it was because you said that as you looked at him, or maybe it was because he knew of how crazy talented you were – he had spoken to his good friend Ed Sheeran a week prior and Ed had sworn up and down on your talent and how “bloody lovely! Like a little bird” you were – or maybe it your smile – hell, it might be a combination of all that, but Harry was ecstatic to work with you.

“I’m very excited to work with you, Y/N.” Harry had said with a smile of his own.

“Likewise, Harry. It isn’t that common to find artists as real as you are.”

God, what was with your compliments that had him blushing?

“It’s a pleasure, Y/N,” Jeff, too, had said. “Let’s talk busi-”

“Let’s do that over lunch.” You pointed at him, standing up, “My treat.”

“You always this friendly with clients?” Harry joked with an amused smile, staring up at you.

But your smile dropped and instead, your face twisted to worry. “Oh God, I hope I’m not stepping boundaries. It’s just always a good idea to warm up to each other and- I’m sorry, you probably think this is unpro-”

“Hey, hey, no,” Harry was quick to stand, holding his hands out, “I didn’t mean it like that. I genuinely think you’re friendly. Half of the songwriters I worked with were strict and- Shit, no. Lunch sounds wonderful. Really wonderful.”

He felt like an ass. A proper one. He hadn’t meant to make you feel like you were too friendly but that didn’t turn out as well as he had thought.

“We’d love to, really. Besides, it’s probably a great idea that you and Harry know each other so the sessions can go smooth.” Jeff added, standing up.

At this, Harry found himself smiling when the smile returned to your face. “In that case, there’s a place nearby that makes amazing sandwiches and desserts.”

Jeff’s mind was squeaking from its gears working. There weren’t many people on this planet who were purely kind, and it was something he admired in Harry. But at that moment, Jeff knew he had met one more person who was genuinely kind, just like his best friend and “client” – he hated calling Harry that – and it was proof when you insisted that you could give them a ride to and from the place instead of them following behind you or using the GPS, Jeff sitting in the passenger seat during the ride to the place while Harry sat at the back.

The place was a 5-tabeled one, nothing big. One wall was decorated with polaroids of customers, the waiters and waitresses, the chefs, and another with colorful stick-notes with messages from customers. It was a lowkey place, one that Harry hadn’t visited during all his trips to the studio until that moment.

“Hey, Y/N!” The woman behind the counter beamed as she waved.

“Hi, Soph! How are you?”

Soph stood from the chair she was sitting on, taking a few steps back to show her pregnant bump, putting one hand to it, “Ready to pop!”

You had motioned towards a table to Harry and Jeff who were quietly watching the interaction.

You gasped, “Look at you! And you’re still coming to work? What a queen.”

Soph shrugged, sitting back down, “Got mouths to feed and a self to pamper.” She said before waving at Harry and Jeff, “Hello, gentlemen.”

Jeff waved with a smile while Harry added, “Hello! Congratulations on your pregnancy.”

“Why thank you, Mr. Styles.” Soph replied.

Harry liked it. The no-freaking-out. How homey it all felt.

“Rick will be with you in a sec.” Soph said.

You, Harry, and Jeff sat on the circular table, both Harry and you hanging your tote bags on their chairs.

“You come here often, huh?” Harry started the conversation, crossing his arms on the table and leaning forward.

“You have no idea. You’d think I don’t know anywhere else.” You chuckled, “Been coming here ever since I was in college.”

Harry’s eyebrows went up in surprise, “Really? How long ago was that?”

“Graduated 3 years ago, first came when I was 19 so that’s about 6 years.”

“True loyal customer you are.” Harry said.

“What did you study, Y/N?” Jeff asked.

“Music composition. Was the disgrace of the family.” You joked, “Definitely had no idea the entire time if I would actually work or not.”

“But look at you now, one of the best.” Harry motioned towards you.

You waved him off with a bashful smile, “None of that. I still have no idea what I’m doing most of the time, I just get paid now.”

“Who even knows what they’re doing now?” Harry rhetorically asked, “We’re just, going with the flow.”

“Word, sir. Word.” They heard, the 3 of them turning to see the waiter – Rick – by their table.

Harry laughed, “Right?”

“Absolutely. I don’t remember the last time my plans didn’t get fucked. Just riding now.” Rick shrugged.

Harry raised his fist up for a bump, Rick bumping his fist into Harry’s.

Time seemed to pass as Harry and Jeff let you order for them, talking about the music industry and sharing funny stories while at it, as well as you had discussed your own business as you ate the club sandwiches and sipped on the iced tea.

“What are you doing?” You asked with a funny face as Harry took out his wallet after you had asked for the check.

“Paying?”

“Yeah, no. Said it’d be my treat.” You pointed at him, raising one eyebrow with a smile.

“Come on, I can’t just let you pay for us on the first day we meet.”

“Let’s at least split the bill.” Jeff suggested, watching as you shook your head.

“Absolutely not.” And with that, you stood up and walked towards Soph, paying for the food.

“How much do you want to bet that something will happen between the both of you?” Jeff asked quickly with a smirk, looking at Harry with a knowing look.

Harry’s eyes widened, tearing his gaze from being on you to his friend and manager, “What?”

“How much?”

“I just met her.” Harry tried to reason with him, finding Jeff to be bizarre and irrational. Hopeful, but irrational.

Jeff only gave him a shrug, “That’s a first.”

“That’s enough rom-coms at night for you, Jeffrey.”

At the sight of you walking back towards them, they both stopped talking and instead, smiled. “All sorted.”

“Thank you so much, Y/N. You really didn’t have to.” Harry stood, slinging his tote bag on his shoulder.

“I wanted to. Please don’t mention it.” You had smiled as you replied, the 3 of you putting back your chairs. “Bye, Soph!”

“Bye, sweetie!”

“Congratulations again on your pregnancy and good luck.” Harry put both hands together, pursing his lips into a polite smile at the woman behind the counter.

“You’re a sweetheart. Thank you, kind sir.” Soph joked, tipping an imaginary hat at him to which Harry responded to by holding up the tips of his imaginary skirt, putting one foot behind the other in a curtsy making you giggle.

With no spoken words, Jeff was quick to get into the backseat, pursing his lips to stifle his laughter at Harry’s face, who looked at him with wide eyes and an expression that screamed “What the fuck are you doing?” but he got into the passenger seat nonetheless, oblivious to the light shade of red that visited his cheeks but aware of the heat his face seemed to radiate.

The ride back to the studio wasn’t quiet. The radio was on for some background music but you and Harry were too engaged in a conversation to take notice of the songs playing. Anyone could have asked you what even started the conversation of French toast and you wouldn’t know how to reply because none of you knew how you suddenly began talking about French toast.

“Have you tried soaking the toast in lemon?” You asked, tone excited and face breaking into an eager smile.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, “Haven’t, no. How good is it?”

“God, it’s,” you shook your head, almost closing your eyes in delight as if you tasted the toast that moment but refrained because you were driving, “It’s so good.”

So what Harry secretly wished the ride was longer? He wanted to talk about French toast. That was definitely why.

“Y/N, it’s a pleasure working with you.” Jeff said, “Thank you for the food.”

“It’s no problem.” You smiled at him, turning around to look at him once you were parked.

“I’ll wait for you in the car.” Jeff said, patting Harry’s shoulder before getting out of the car.

Harry took a breath, slapping his hands against his thighs, “Well, that was fun.”

You nodded, looking back at him with a bashful smile that you mentally scolded yourself for; why were you getting bashful?

“Is it alright if I take your number from Jeff?” Harry asked quickly, “Uh, so we can schedule meeting up for the sessions.” He quickly added, “The writing sessions.” He nearly cringed at his addition and he guessed you caught on because you giggled quietly before straightening your posture.

“Actually, Jeff has my business number. Maybe you can just, take my personal one so I can reply faster. You know, the sooner the better.” You cleared your throat, nodding to yourself.

Harry’s lips stretched into a side smile as he looked at you before he coughed and nodded, “Definitely. The sooner you reply, the sooner we meet. For the writing sessions.”

“Yeah and I can give you the lemon toast recipe.” You said before your eyebrows rose up, “For business purposes, of course.”

Harry’s smile widened at that, holding out his phone for you to take after he unlocked it. “I’d love that.”

You typed in your number before handing his phone back to him, watching as Harry glanced down at it before your phone began ringing, “And that’s mine.” He said, watching you unlock you phone and type before you locked it back.

“Then it’s settled.”

“I’ll text you.” He smiled before opening the door and standing out, ducking to look at you, “Next time, lunch is on me.” And with that, Harry gave you a wave before closing the door and walking away, only giving you a smile over your shoulder and another wave before getting into the car with Jeff.

After getting some snacks from the grocery’s with a shit-eating grin on your face, you drove back to your mom’s to pick Faith up.

You stood on the other side of your car, watching the door open before you saw Faith, her backpack on her back with her grandma standing behind her.

At the sight of her Mommy, Faith was quick to grin before running to you and into you arms as if she hadn’t seen you 4 hours ago.

You hugged your daughter, pressing a kiss to her hair as you did. “Did you have fun?”

Faith nodded before she pulled away from the hug, still keeping her arms around you, “What about you? Did you have fun, Mommy?”

You almost blushed as you remembered, opting to reply a simple reply instead of getting into details. “I did. Ready to go?”

After giving Faith a shower and giving yourself one, too, you and Faith were sat in the comfort of your cozy apartment, sitting on the couch and watching The Greatest Showman for the umpteenth time seen as it was Faith’s favorite. With her cheddar cheese and lettuce sandwich in her right hand and favorite dinosaur toy in the other – a “Megalosaurus not a T-Rex, Mommy” – Faith was cuddling into your side while one hand of yours played with her wild hair as the other tapped absentmindedly on your phone’s screen, eyes set on the television.

“And if it’s crazy, live a little crazy.” Faith sang along with Hugh Jackman, eyes wide as if she was seeing the movie for the first time.

“You can play it sensible, a king of conventional.” You joined her, peppering kisses on her cheek causing her to squeal and giggle.

As Faith sang along with the song, you opened your phone’s camera before switching it to video, flipping the camera so that it was the front one. You started recording, the screen showing you your face as you smiled with pride, tilting it so Faith was shown as she sang, unaware of you recording.

Only 12 seconds into the video, a message pop-up had your eyes traveling to it, falling on a text preview from none other than the young man you were with that day – Harry.

‘Hey, Y/N. Sorry to bother but would you be able to send me that lemon toast recipe? Might treat myself to it tomorrow morning. Sorry for the bother. :) Harry’

After stopping the video and opening the text and reading it, if it weren’t for Faith, you wouldn’t have known that you had a grin on your face.

“Why are you smiling so big? Did Auntie Cece send a picture of her cat?” She had asked, looking up at you with curiosity.

Looking down at her, you laughed slightly at yourself. “No, she didn’t.”

“You look happy.”

There were many things you loved about your daughter, many things you were in awe at. As only a kid, Faith was one of the most empathetic people in your life and that moment as you both cuddled on the couch was proof.

With a matching grin, Faith’s eyes twinkled with glee at the sight of her smiling mom, curious to know the reason.

“They aren’t singing This Is Me yet!” Faith added, knowing that the both of you usually laughed and giggled while singing that song, only because you always sang it so dramatically and at the top of your lungs.

“Just happy you’re finally done with the sandwich because now I can do this!” And with that, you tickled her, Faith breaking into laughter and giggles as she tried to stop you.

5 minutes later, Faith was back to watching the movie while you typed a reply.

‘hey, harry! it isn’t a bother 😊 i’ll write it down and send it in a moment :))’

‘Thank you! x’

And you wrote it down and sent it to him, adding little notes, too just to make sure that he perfected the toast.

‘let me know how that goes for you :) x’

‘Will do, love. Talk to you soon. Goodnight :) x’

‘goodnight, harry x’

As if your little love took that as a sign, you looked down at her as you felt her body grow heavier against you and noticed her breath get steady, seeing her eyes closed as she snoozed.

Carefully, you turned off the television before holding her with your arm so she didn’t fall down as you stood, bending to carry her before kneeling a little to grab her fallen dinosaur, letting out a tiny groan as your back ached.

Tucking her in her bed, you sat beside her for a moment, brushing her hair back softly before bending to kiss her forehead.

“Story?” She sleepily asked, struggling to open her eyes.

You chuckled, “You’re already asleep, nugget.”

She hummed, still struggling to open her eyes, “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You smiled before standing up, walking towards her small vanity and turning on her star light lamp.

Just as you were out of the door, you lingered, turning to look back at your daughter, “Was I really smiling big?”

In her sleepy state, Faith managed to reply. “Very big, Mommy.”

You chuckled to yourself and shook your head before walking out and towards your own room.

Harry felt like a kid. He was too excited that morning to get up and get on with his breakfast, wanting to deny that it wasn’t because he wanted a reason to text you, but who was he trying to lie to? No one, he was alone.

He followed the recipe, chuckling and laughing to himself during some moments when he was about to fall for some mistakes before reading your notes and saving his toasts, as if you were sitting right there and monitoring him.

His playlist was playing from his phone that he held in his hand, and he was humming along as he placed the two toasts on a plate before adding some powdered sugar to them and grabbing his juice.

Before eating, Harry had taken his time in taking a picture of his breakfast, thankful for the natural light his kitchen window was giving for his little photoshoot.

He was just as much nervous as excited as he sliced up a piece before taking a bite, taking his time to taste his work and his eyebrows shot up and he blinked twice in surprise.

It was so good.

While eating another slice, Harry held his phone and opened his messages app, going to your contact.

Attaching the best picture from his breakfast photoshoot, he added a text with it,

‘Tastes incredible! Would have burned it to coal if it weren’t for your notes hahah x’

And he put his phone back on the table, open at your messages as he continued eating while listening to music.

He was mid-sip of his juice when you replied and Harry hated how excited he got because the next thing he knew, he was having a coughing fit that had him go tearful before finally calming down.

‘looks incredible, too! oh trust me, i know. burned a fair amount of toasts on my own so i decided to spare you the damage. you’re a quick learner :)) x’

That morning, you and Harry exchanged multiple texts, drifting from his breakfast to how you both wished to have dogs.

It was around 4 when you were driving back with Faith from her gymnastics practice when Harry called, thankfully just as you were unlocking the door to your apartment.

“Hey.” You smiled to yourself as you answered, taking off your shoes by the door beside Faith’s before closing the door behind you, watching as Faith went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

“Hi,” Harry, too, was smiling to himself as he held the phone close to his ear, “I was walking around and I found this tiny restaurant that reminded me of where you took us yesterday and, apparently they make the best Italian pizza. Was wondering if you wanted to grab pizza with me and we can talk about, you know,” he chuckled, “The sessions.”

You thought, mind instantly going to who would watch Faith as you went before your eyes fell on your daughter who came back, whispering to you if she should wait for you in the bathroom seen as you were on the phone.

“One second,” you said to Harry before moving the phone from your ear and muting the sound, “Yeah, baby, do that. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

You unmuted, “Hey, sorry about that.”

“No worries.”

He was growing nervous at how you were yet to reply to his suggestion, having already had been nervous enough to suggest and call in the first place.

“Pizza and talking sound lovely.”

He released a breath, smiling to himself. “Great, great! Pick you up at 6?”

“Sure, yeah. 6 is great. I’ll go now. See you soon, Harry.”

“See you soon, Y/N.”

You didn’t trust strangers to watch your daughter, didn’t exactly trust strangers in your house unattended, too. It’s why at times when you couldn’t drive the 40-minute drive to your mom’s, your best friend, Cece, was always your go-to and that was especially nice because she also lived two buildings away.

Cece’s job was one from her home, making food and delivering it to people while she managed her business on her own through social media and it was why most of the time, she was home and always happy to have her goddaughter keep her company.

After calling Cece to make sure she was okay with babysitting Faith for some time and her assuring you that she was, you prepared dinner for your daughter after giving her a shower.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me leaving, baby?” You asked as you sat with Faith while she ate the pasta you made her.

It wasn’t frequent of you to leave Faith for anything but work. Maybe for a night out with some friends every now and then but you always went out with them for 3 hours tops before you began feeling guilty for leaving your daughter and going back to get her so you can spend time together instead.

And it wasn’t like you were frequently going on dates either. Cece had pushed you into it when Faith was 2, and you did go out a few times with different people, all whom you never heard of whenever they knew that you had a daughter and then you decided that maybe the single mom life was just too welcoming of you.

Hell, you didn’t know whether you should call having pizza with Harry a date. It wasn’t, was it? Not that you’d mind but it was for business, wasn’t it? Strictly business. Or maybe it wasn’t and that was fine by you- and now you were beginning to feel like a teenager again. Great.

“Mommy,” Your 4-year-old huffed, rolling her eyes, “I’m a big girl. You should have more fun.”

You couldn’t believe that you were getting advice from a 4-year-old, especially your daughter, but you deserved that.

“When did you get so big?” You rhetorically asked, “Thank you for being understanding, Nugget.”

Faith smiled at you, kicking her legs as she ate. “Where are you going?”

Now that question you weren’t prepared for, as much as you thought about it.

You couldn’t risk telling too much to Faith, knowing that she got excited over new people and couldn’t risk disappointing her if Harry ended up being, well, not one to stick or friendly to kids of single moms.

But at the same time, your daughter was your best friend. It was because of your honesty with her and how you acknowledge her and treat her that she was an understanding and empathetic person who could hold a conversation.

“Well, you know Harry Styles? The man who sings Canyon Moon?” You asked, knowing that that song was on her top favorite songs list after she had heard it once on the radio as you were driving her to her practice.

She nodded, “The pretty man with drawings?”

She had been curious to see the face behind her favorite song and once you showed her a picture, her smile got big and she had said that he was “very pretty” and had “nice drawings that she wanted to color in” meaning his tattoos.

You chuckled, “Yes, that one.” Again, Faith nodded. “Well, I’m helping him with his songs and I’m going to have dinner with him tonight.” You said, crossing your arms on the table.

Faith dropped her fork, looking at you with wide eyes and an open mouth, causing you to laugh heartfully at your daughter. “Mommy, really?!”

You nodded, opening your phone’s camera to record her, Faith not caring.

“Mommy you’re meeting Harry Styles!”

“I am,” you laughed, “Are you happy?”

“Very happy I’m going to cry!” She gasped, “Can I see him? Please, Mommy, please!”

“I don’t know, Nugget. I might have to ask him.”

“Do you think he’ll say no?” She frowned, “I can wear my Harry dress!”

And by her Harry dress, she meant the Fine Line black tee you had bought her, and even though it was sized small, she was only a toddler so you had resulted for her to wear it as a dress after you had trimmed it and its sleeves and had your mom fit it as tight as she could without damaging it. Needless to say, whenever your daughter wore the oversized tee dress, you had to snap multiple pictures of her because she always looked too adorable and fashionable in it.

“I don’t know what he’ll say but I’ll ask him. And yes, you can. You always look adorable in it.” You smiled, still recording her.

“Can you tell him I love his songs? I love Canyon Moon so much an-Oh! And Sunflower, too!” She grinned, “Are you going to show him this video?” Faith asked as she looked at you.

You shrugged, “You want me to?”

She nodded excitedly before looking at the camera, “Mr. Harry, I love you very much, sir. I hope I can see you but Mommy said she’ll ask you so please say yes. Make Mommy happy, not sad. Goodnight, sir.”

Your heart might have as well exploded that moment as she waved before you ended the video.

As if he was waiting for you to finish, your phone began ringing the moment you stopped recording, finding Harry calling you which made you instantly pick up the moment Faith began eating again.

“Hey, do you like strawberries?” He asked, the moment you picked up.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion but a silly smile took over your face nonetheless, “Uh, yes?”

“Alright, great. I’ll see you soon. Bye!”

To make matters easier, once Harry had texted you that he was 2 minutes away, you grabbed your bag and left your apartment and into the elevator before walking outside your building, just in time to see a yellow Ferrari Dino pull up.

You smiled at him, watching as he parked before getting out, “Did I keep you waiting for long?” He asked as he approached you.

“No, just came down.” You answered, watching as he reluctantly slightly opened his arms. He was a hugger.

You wrapped your arms around him in a greeting hug, taking notice of how good he smelled. Just as good as he looked; he was in off-white textured knit Wales Bonner polo, paired with his Gucci flared denim pants and off-white Converse. Nobody should be allowed to look that good in casual clothes.

It wasn’t like Harry’s mind wasn’t doing flips at that moment, too. Instead of smelling like overpriced perfume, you smelled like coconut and roses; a refreshing smell that made Harry’s smile deepen enough for his dimple to make appearance. You, too, were in casual clothes; violet colored cropped culottes, a white tee tucked inside, white sneakers on, a black and white cross-bag and your hair was up in a messy ponytail that was kept by a hairband but you wrapped a black and white head bandana around the band just for the looks.

You looked effortlessly beautiful.

You both walked to his car, Harry opening the door for you before grabbing something from the passenger seat before you sat – a bouquet of strawberries.

“Didn’t know what type of flowers you like so,” he said before extending the bouquet towards you with sweetest and giddiest smile, “Hope that’s okay.”

You almost melted, your face changing to a pout as your head tilted to look at him while you accepted the bouquet, “This is so nice of you. Thank you, I love it.”

Alright so you don’t get strawberry bouquets to people you aren’t going on dates with, right?

The ride to the little pizzeria was nice – comfortably nice. You had shared the strawberries there and your stomach did a thousand flips when you offered Harry one only to have him open his mouth,

“I’m driving.”

And then he opened his mouth again, biting the strawberry you offered with your hand, laughing when it was about to drip on him if it weren’t for your fast reflexes – thank motherhood for that – as you held out your other hand beneath his chin.

By sharing strawberries, you mean you ate some as well as fed Harry some.

You both mentally took notice of how conversations flowed so effortlessly between you, as if you had met years ago and not just a day. Hell, even the texts were random and messy as well as entertaining and fun.

The drive wasn’t a long one, only about 20 minutes before Harry was parking in front of a place called ‘La Pizza’.

You both went outside the car, you waiting for Harry by your side as he walked towards you.

You might as well have melted right there and then when you felt Harry’s hand, very gently, on your back. It was very gentle, you almost didn’t notice and you felt that he was just making sure that he wasn’t making you uncomfortable but it was a reflex action of his. Nonetheless, you appreciated the concern and decided to show him that it was okay to touch you when you touched his arm as you both walked through the door.

Harry gulped, feeling hot as you touched him and he almost scolded himself because it only lasted for a second, yet there he was, getting flustered already. What the fuck was going on with him?

A waitress greeted the both of you, smiling widely as she motioned for you to follow her inside the place.

“There are more tables on the roof, would you want to check that?”

Harry looked at you the same moment you did at him, both of you nodding to each other to say that you wouldn’t mind.

“That would be great, thank you.” Harry said, smiling politely at the waitress who nodded and walked in front of you with the both of you following her up the stairs, Harry’s hand now more comfortably on your back as he walked behind you.

The roof was beautiful; cliché but beautiful fairy lights of small globe bulbs hung above the place, only 3 tables there, each at a good amount of distance from each other.

“Would you want to sit here or downstairs?”

Harry looked at you, you giving him a nod. “Here would be fine.”

The waitress nodded before guiding you towards a 2-chaired table. Harry had sat you down first before moving to his chair.

“Thank you.” You both said in unison as the waiter placed 2 menus in front of the both of you.

“I’ll be back to take your orders.” She smiled before leaving.

“Looks good.” You smiled at him before looking down at the menu.

“Didn’t know they had a roof.” Harry said, “This saved me.” He chuckled.

You looked up with confusion, “Saved you from what?”

Harry shrugged, now growing nervous. “Uh, wasn’t sure if taking you out for the first time here was chivalrous enough because it felt too casual, like a friends thing and not a date but now here seems right.”

He wished the ground he was on would split and swallow him whole. Wished to crawl up a hole and cry.

There were things he was practicing on on the way to you; like how he would hide that he was a nervous wreck, how he was excited to spend time with you, how he knew almost every single song you worked on, and finally, how he wouldn’t spill that he thought that was a date, no matter how much he wanted it to be.

You were amused. Contrary to how Harry truly felt, you thought it was nice that he was straightforward.

“Figured this wasn’t too casual the moment you gave me the strawberry bouquet, Harry.” You smiled, assuring him that you were okay with this being a date.

Looks like it wasn’t business after all.

Harry chuckled, raising an eyebrow, “That was nice, wasn’t it?”

You laughed, “Yes. Don’t think I was ever given a bouquet of fruit so yeah. Really nice.”

You both went through the menu, commenting on some plates and ingredients as you did and contemplating together.

“Maybe we should just get two pizzas and share, so we can try more than one option.” You suggested.

“Good idea.” He agreed, “What do you think of Quattro Formaggi?”

“Ooo, yes.” You then pointed on another topping, “Pizza Melanzane?”

“Yes.” Harry closed his menu with a nod.

Shortly after, your waitress came back and took your order before leaving.

“Finished a song yesterday.”

Your eyes widened as you took a sip of water before putting the glass back down, “Really?”

Harry nodded, “Yeah. A new one.”

“You mean you wrote a new one? Not finished writing one you already had?”

Again, he nodded, putting his arms on the table. “New. Very much new.”

You grinned at him, “That’s amazing. What is it about?”

Alright maybe he didn’t think that one through. He did write a song the previous night and he was proud of it and his gut did tell him that it would make it to the list of his next album, but telling you about it on your first – and he hoped it wasn’t the last – date? Well, not so ideal.

“It’s about opening up to someone new. Trying love again and unraveling yourself to the other person.”

Maybe it was because of your situation, but your breath hitched in your throat.

“You know when you get fucked from an ex and love as whole and you think that you don’t want to go through that again and you, like, close off,” Harry explained, “And it’s like you’re immune to feeling any sort of love or interest in anyone after that. Sure, maybe some sexual attraction here and there, but never something wholesome, you know?” He motioned with one of his rings clad hands as he talked, “But then you meet someone and you feel like a teenager or something,” he chuckled, “And it’s a nice feeling, it’s wonderful, that you start thinking that, hey,” he tilted his head, “Maybe I can do this again.”

You were speechless.

You were a woman of words, hell, you worked with words, but right then, you barely remembered the alphabets.

“You- You get me, right?” Harry asked.

You broke out of your trance, nodding absentmindedly, “Yeah, yeah, I,” you paused, an airy chuckle leaving your throat, “Man do I get you.”

He smiled in amusement, “Relatable?”

“Too much, you had me by surprise.” You answered honestly, releasing a breath.

It wasn’t a surprise to Harry that somebody broke your heart; it was always the good ones who got their hearts broken and got fucked over, always the givers.

But he couldn’t shake the feeling of shock at who would possibly have you at arm’s length, with the ability to kiss and cuddle you, and decide to break your heart?

See, maybe Harry had just met you but you know when you meet someone good. Someone kind. Especially when you’re in an industry that is full of shitty people and too many cold snobs.

“When was it?”

You understood his question, understanding that he meant to ask you about when your heart got broken – when somebody fucked you over.

“5 years ago.” You answered, “You?”

“2.”

“Cheers.” You joked, raising your glass of water to clink it to his, chuckling when he did clink them.

“5 years is a long time.” He commented, gentle with his tone as were his eyes.

“It is,” you agreed, “Got over him, really.”

“You met someone after?”

His question made you think again of your answer, causing you to giggle before correcting yourself, “Got over him as a person but not over the whole thing.”

Harry chuckled, “So no.”

You shook your head, “No. Didn’t have the heart to.” And even though your sentence carried double meanings, you took a mental note of that same sentence just for future songwriting sessions. “What about you? Met anyone after it?”

“Not really,” he shook his head, “Friends set me up with some people but it never went further than a day.”

“You don’t click?”

“No,” Harry answered before a small smile made its way to his face, “I didn’t.”

Your face grew hot, breaking eye contact to glance beside you for a moment.

“How long did it take to write that song yesterday?” You asked, turning back to look at him, growing more flustered to see that he was already looking at you with the same smile.

“Think 25 minutes.”

Your eyes widened, “Inspiration really did hit you, Harry, huh?”

“Grabbed the journal and guitar and I just ran to the studio at home, and it just,” he shrugged, “Happened.”

“Let it keep hitting you like that and we won’t be working together.” You said with a smirk.

“Then I’ll purposely distract myself whenever it hits me so I can see you.” Harry was quick to reply, a smug smile of his own on his face.

“Oh my God.” You whispered under your breath, shaking your head as you covered your face, hearing Harry laugh before feeling his hands on yours, guiding them down.

Shortly after, your waitress was back with your orders; both pizzas looking mouthwatering.

You and Harry decided against utensils, exchanging slices with your hands and granted, as Harry had said, they did make the best Italian pizza.

After the pizza and paying, you and Harry had grabbed ice cream from the parlor right next to the pizzeria before sitting in the car, remaining parked as you laughed about everything and anything.

“And I had no idea that Paul McCartney was right behind me the entire time. It was awful!” You finished, laughing more at how hard Harry was laughing at your story.

“Would’ve changed my name and moved out of this planet if I were you.” He teased you as he regained his breath.

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed, rolling your eyes at him.

Harry laughed, reaching out to place a hand on yours, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Embarrassing shit happens to me everyday, too. On stage is the worst.”

You tried to ignore the tingly feeling that rushed within you at his hand over yours, but good heavens, you were a goner. “The falls?”

“At some point I thought it was good my tour got postponed because I see myself falling during most of the songs. Imagine Watermelon Sugar, I’d be a clown.”

You laughed, “Probably so,” you teased him, batting your eyelashes jokingly when he feigned shock, “But really, you’re an amazing performer. I actually have been to one of your shows once.”

Harry’s eyes widened and as did his smile, “No way.”

You nodded, “The one in Glasgow in November.”

“You’re telling me that we were in the same room and-“ Harry paused, shaking his heads as he let out a chuckle of disbelief, “Wow. Alright. Did you have anyone with you?”

“Was just me and Faith.” You answered nonchalantly, only realizing once you did before your looked intently at Harry.

“Is that a best friend?” He asked, “Did they enjoy the show?”

“She did, yeah. Very actually,” You chuckled, remember how surprised you were at how 2-year-old Faith at the time was actually very interested and was dancing in your arms the entire time. “And she is my best friend at some point but she’s my daughter.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting but you definitely weren’t expecting Harry to grin excitedly.

“You have a daughter?”

“Uh, yeah,” you nodded, a small smile on your face as you inspected him, “I do. She turns 5 in December.”

Harry only seemed to get more excited at the news, which made your heart flutter at the sight of.

“Do you have a picture?”

“Yeah, of course,” you smiled more then, eager to show him your beautiful girl before unlocking your phone and opening your photos album, only to find the most recent addition to it – the video. “Hey, actually, she wanted me to show you something.”

You gave Harry the phone to watch better, most of the time keeping your eyes on him. Harry’s cheeks sported a shade of red at how highly your daughter spoke of him, laughing and giggling to himself as he watched.

“Nooo, I won’t say no. I’d love to meet her.” He cooed, continuing to watch.

As the video ended, Harry handed you back the phone, “Please let me meet her. And what’s that Harry dress?”

And so you told him about your adventure with the tee, to which his heart seemed to grow a thousand times more at.

“I wasn’t aware kids loved me, I’m sorry you couldn’t find her size.” Harry frowned, feeling genuinely bad.

“Hey, no,” you assured him, putting your other hand on his – that was still resting on yours – “Don’t worry about it. You don’t exactly sing the alphabetics, Mr. sex-inspired-my-last-album-and-I-made-it-on-shrooms.”

Harry giggled, shrugging at you.

You both talked some more, only about Faith. Harry’s eyes were wide with admiration when you told him about how you raised her alone – also assured when he realized that the father wasn’t exactly in the picture even though his heart broke at that – and he showered you with compliments of how brave you were to raise a kid alone.

“Think I should head back now. I still need to pick Faye up from my best friend’s.” You said, leaning your head on the headrest as your body was turned towards Harry, his hand sandwiched between yours on your thigh.

“Can I help?” He asked, “Only if that’s okay. I don’t want to be crossing my limits.”

Your eyes searched his, growing emotional at the man in front of you. “Are you sure?”

Again with the double meanings.

That time, Harry noticed, his face softening as he looked back at you. Softly and ever-so-gently, he leaned to press a soft kiss on your cheek, “I’m sure.”

As he drove, you and Harry held hands on your thigh, the both of you singing along to Fleetwood Mac on your way.

As you gave Harry directions, he was absentmindedly rubbing your hand with his thumb. If you would have told him that he was doing that, he would have denied it; not because he wanted to deny it, but because it felt too natural that he didn’t realize he was doing it.

“Right here.” You pointed at a building, “She’s two buildings away. You can go, it’s a short walk.”

“I’ll wait for you here.” Harry said, parking before turning to look at you.

“Harry, seriously, you can leave if you want. I’m right there.” You pointed at your building.

“Nonsense, love. I’ll wait here.”

You sighed in contentment, giving his hand a squeeze before getting out of the car and into the building.

“Why did you not tell me that you were on a date with Harry fucking Styles?” Cece whisper shouted as soon as she opened the door, “Knew from Faith, you shit.”

“Because you’d overr-“

“He could be the one!”

“-react. You’d overreact and plan our wedding.” You teased your best friend, “Where’s Faye?”

“Won’t you come in for a drink?” She asked before turning, “Faith, it’s your mom!”

“Can’t. Uh,” you cleared your throat, “Someone’s waiting for me.”

“Some- No fucking way!” She exclaimed, muttering a “sorry” when you hushed her, “He-Harry is downstairs? Are you shitting me?” Cece excitedly asked.

You couldn’t stifle the smile on your face as you nodded.

Cece was about to talk some more before Faith appeared beside her, her backpack hung on one shoulder as she rubbed her eyes.

You knelt down, hugging her. “Hey, Nugget. You sleepy?”

Faith only nodded, wrapping her arms around you as you carried her, feeling her rest her head on your shoulder and you instantly knew that she slept.

“I’ll text you, alright?” You whispered to Cece.

“You better.”

Carrying Faith as well as having her backpack in one hand, once Harry saw you, he was out of the car and rushing towards you, taking the bag from your hand.

“Thank you.” You smiled thankfully, noticing how he walked beside you and guided you to the car, opening the door for you and sleeping Faith before closing it as gently as he could.

The lack of backseats made Harry place the purple backpack on his lap as he drove towards your building, a seconds drive.

He stopped the car and was out of his seat the moment he parked, slinging the bag on his shoulder before helping you out, taking your bag for you, to which you quietly thanked him for.

“Um, you can place the bags on my shoulders or something.”

“I can help you upstairs, come on. It’s no problem.”

You knew he was set on it and you let him, mostly because of how surprised you were that there were people who didn’t cringe and run the moment they knew the other person had a kid.

Harry did all the work; opened the building’s door for you, pressed for the elevator, pressed your floor number and had even taken out your keys once you told him to to unlock the door.

“Come in, come in.” You whispered.

Unsure of what to do, Harry walked inside and mirrored your actions by taking off his shoes before lingering.

“You can follow me.” You whispered again, turning around for a moment to look at him with a smile.

A quick take of the apartment was what Harry could do as he followed you, feeling an emotion of comfort and coziness engulf him as he did.

You were never less thankful for yourself for every time you changed Faith into pajamas before taking her to Cece’s, because it only made the process of tucking her in easier.

Harry had helped you by moving the covers so you could place Faith in bed before he stepped back, letting you tuck her in.

He smiled, watching how you seemed to shift around her or even when you just talked about her, like she was the most important person in your life and he knew that she was exactly that.

Faith was beautiful, and more often than not, you were glad that she got most of your looks and not her biological father’s because it only meant that he really was out of your life.

Harry noticed it, too. She had your nose, your lips, your facial outline, and your hair color. And from what he had seen in the video from when Faith was awake, she had your eye color.

You placed a kiss to her forehead before turning around, your eyes falling on Harry whose eyes were set on Faith with a ghost of a smile on his face.

His eyes came up to you and you noticed that he was still holding on to Faith’s backpack and was wearing your crossbag across his own chest.

You smiled as you grabbed the backpack from him and putting it aside on the floor before looking at him.

The only light in the room was from the hallway, making the room dimmed and making the both of you in a much more sentimental moment.

“They usually run away when they find about Faith.” You whispered, stepping closer to him, “Now is your cue.”

Harry’s eyes were on yours until they glanced at your lips, and butterflies erupted in your stomach at that.

“Thank God I’m not one of them, then.” He replied gently in a low whisper before he leaned closer, shamelessly looking at your lips.

It was you who took the final step, closing the minimal space between you by placing your lips on his.

His hands went to your waist as yours went to his neck, feeling him kiss you back softly but eagerly before pulling away from less than a second to tilt his head, getting a better angle before his lips were back on yours.

“Mommy?”

Pt. 2

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Pink Lace - Final (M)

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader (feat. EXO members)

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut, slow burn

Summary: Baekhyun, a philosophy professor with mysterious wealth, got himself completely fucked over a girl who can’t let him into her life.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: sex work, mentions of sexual assault, adult themes/situations, smut

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When you woke up it was still dark. You looked over at the clock, which read 4:42am. Of course you would wake up in the middle of the night, you fell asleep around 7 already after your activities with Baekhyun, who still had an arm slung around you. You tried to fall back asleep, but it felt too warm and you had already slept for a while. Oh well.

You attempted to remove Baekhyun's arm from your waist gently without waking him, but as soon as you were lifting the limb off of yourself he was groaning, and instead wrapped another arm around you, pulling your back flush to his chest. You were learning he could be very stubborn.

“Baekhyun,” you whispered, “It’s too hot.”

He sleepily mumbled something incoherent and kept his arms locked around you, at which point you knew you’d have to take matters into your own hands, so you pinched his arm.

“Ow! What was that for?” He whined as he withdrew his arms, massaging the spot you had dug your fingers into.

“You’re smothering me, you’re too warm.”

Quickly Baekhyun jumped out of bed and walked across the room to flip a switch and you felt the fan above you kick on. He jumped right back into bed, and wrapped his arms back around you.

You rolled your eyes at him but eventually cuddled back up to him as well. “You’re se needy.”

“Hmm you like it though.” His voice was rough and low in your ear, and he turned you around to face him.

With only a bit of moonlight peeking through the curtains it was difficult to make out his face, but eventually your eyes adjusted enough to see him looking back at you. You could see a lazy smile on his lips and his eyes looked heavy, he looked cute like this.

“Can’t sleep? I was surprised you fell asleep so early.”

“You wore me out.” You pouted in defense.

He grinned, of course he knew why you’d passes out so fast, but it was still amusing to him to tease you about it. “I know baby, I was tired too.”

You turned back around to get comfortable again, and felt Baekhyun’s hands snake around your body until they were crossed over your chest, one boob in each hand.

“Um, Baekhyun?”

“What?” He mumbled softly in your ear. “They’re soft and warm and perfectly hand-sized. Feels nice.”

You let out a sigh but didn’t move his hands away, to which he let out a pleased hum. Though you’d found it strange at first you slowly grew to like the feeling. It felt more comforting than sexual, and combined with the slow rise and fall of his chest against your back you were slowly drifting off again.

A few hours later Baekhyun was the one waking you up, as rays of sunlight started to peek through the blinds.

“Good morning sunshine.” You opened your eyes to see his face hovering above your own looking down at you expectantly.

Much to his disappointment you groaned and turned around to bury your head back in the pillow.

“Come on y/n we’ve been in bed for 12 hours, time to get up.”

Before you could object he was scooping your naked self up from the mattress and placing you back down at the edge of the bed with him.

“You’re so mean.” You whined as you rubbed your eyes and looked around. Baekhyun disappeared into his closet, returning with a pair of sweatpants on and one of his white button downs for you to wear, tossing it onto the bed next to you.

He watched as you put it on and stood up. It fit you more like a dress, hitting you mid-thigh. Baekhyun could barely contain his excitement seeing you in his clothes, and immediately had to come shower your face with kisses as he told you how pretty you looked. You couldn’t help but admire the bare skin of his toned torso as well.

Eventually the two of you made your way into his kitchen for something to eat and you finally got to take a good look at the rest of his home, and the more you looked around, the more you fell in love with the place. Although it wasn’t a particularly large space, it was filled with beautiful things that made it feel grown up and expensive. His walls were covered in unique art and all of his furniture went together perfectly. It was a massive step up from the bare one bedroom apartments with a mattress on the floor you usually got when going out with guys your age.

You looked through Baekhyun’s pantry and offered to make pancakes for the both of you, to which he gladly agreed.

You’d expected him to just sit and wait while you prepared the food but he insisted on staying in the kitchen and ‘helping’, which really just meant making excuses to touch you any time he could.

It was when he grabbed your ass mid pancake-flip, causing you to nearly launch the slab of dough across the kitchen, that you turned around and placed a playful slap on his shoulder. “You really are acting like a horny teenager!”

Instead of arguing he simply wrapped his arms around your waist as you kept cooking, head resting atop of yours. “Mmmh only for you babe.”

It went on like that until the pancakes were done, only occasionally he would slip a hand up under your (his) shirt to squeeze a boob as well.

Baekhyun couldn’t help himself, now that he’d had you and he knew he could touch you all he wanted he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Your soft skin beneath his palms just felt so good, he couldn’t get enough.

“Baekhyun, you have to let go of me so we can eat.” You teased as he held on to you even as you grabbed both plates to bring them to the dining room. He let out a sound of displeasure but took his hands off of you and took his plate of food.

Despite your teasing, you were growing more and more fond of this Baekhyun. His messy hair, the lazy look on his face, how cuddly he was acting, it felt so sweet and relaxed and comfortable with him like this. You couldn’t help thinking this was something you could get used to.

“This place is really nice.” You commented as you started to cut into your pile of pancakes.

“You like it? You’re welcome here anytime.”

You smiled at the idea of staying there more often, not only was it a beautiful home but being able to spend time with him like this felt too good to pass up.

“Sorry for making you miss work by the way, Mia told me you wouldn’t mind.”

“Yeah it’s alright, I’m still doing ok right now anyway and I can just go back next weekend.”

You noticed his face shift to something different and he swallowed, no longer smiling. He was worried you would say something like that. “Do you remember what I asked you at the club the weekend before the semester started?” He was looking down at the table now. He looked scared.

“What do you mean?”

He was scared. The idea of you going back to work bothered him, a lot, he couldn’t deny it, but he knew you wouldn’t take kindly to him telling you not to go. What had happened two weeks earlier was still fresh in his mind and the thought of you being around men like that again made him feel sick. He felt like he had to at least bring it up.

“I don’t want this to sound rushed, but I really like you a lot, and I, um... You don’t have to go back. If you don’t want to, that is, I can take care of things.”

“Baekhyun...”

“I really meant it when I said I could take care of you, if that’s what you want, I just can’t stand the though of something bad happening to you there again.” His voice got smaller and smaller as he spoke, until it was barely a whisper.

You paused for a while to think before speaking again. “Do you not want me to go back?”

You had been wondering if this was coming, but you didn’t expect it so soon, and as much as you did like Baekhyun, becoming completely dependent on him still scared you.

Your eyes met from across the table and you could see how anxious he was as he slowly shook his head in response. “We don’t need to go there to see each other anymore, and the idea of you being alone there isn’t something I like to think about. I know I can’t tell you what to do, but please, if you do, be careful.”

“So, what exactly are you thinking then?”

“You could stop working and I could help financially whenever you want, and you would be my girlfriend.”

Admittedly you did feel your heart flutter at the word girlfriend but you were still bothered by his offer to keep giving you money.

“Wouldn’t you basically be my sugar daddy then?”

His face turned into a deep frown. “I’m not just paying you to have sex with me, you know you mean more to me than that.” The look of genuine hurt on his face quickly had you regretting your words. You felt like you had just kicked a puppy. In the back of your mind though, you still didn’t want him to give you money, even if he expected nothing in return.

“I know, I’m sorry, I just don’t want to take more of your money. I don’t want you to feel like you have to pay to be with me.”

He took both of your hands from across the table and held them in his own, his eyes looking into yours intently. “The whole reason I don’t mind spending spending money on you is because I know you don’t expect me to. I know you’re not here for that, which makes me want to spoil you even more.”

“I’m just scared that if something happens and you decide you don’t want me anymore I won’t be able to repay you.” The words came out of you in what was hardly even a whisper. You knew the words would hurt him, that he wouldn’t like hearing your doubts after having just had such a magical time together. It felt like you were about to ruin everything if you weren’t careful with your words, but you had to be honest about your concerns.

“You don’t honestly think I would ever ask you to pay me back...” The way his expression tuned sadder and more desperate with every word you spoke killed your appetite and had your heart feeling like it was stuck in your throat. He squeezed your hands to make you look back up at him before continuing. “I haven’t felt the way I feel about you in a very long time, I didn’t think it was possible for me to be this into someone at all anymore. Please believe me when I say I’m not going to disappear. Even if I lose my job because of this, I’ll stay by your side until you decide you don’t want me in your life anymore. I haven’t wanted anything this badly in years, y/n, please I, I-.”

He cut himself off before he could get it out. As much as he wanted to say it, he knew now wasn’t the right time.

The way he was staring back at you, still tightly gripping your hands was enough to make you feel like you were about to cry from pure guilt. Seeing him look at you like this was heartbreaking. The idea of being his was everything you could ever ask for, to get to be with him the way you had been the last 16 hours and to get to enjoy his company and his touches whenever you wanted. It felt like a dream. You did want it, to be with him like this, and although it scared you to put so much trust in him so quickly, it was impossible for you to look him in the eyes and deny it to him when you knew he was being truthful.

“Okay.” It came out so quietly you first thought he didn’t hear you, but his face told you that he did. “I won’t go back.”

His face lit up immediately and he grinned back at you widely. “I promise you won’t regret it. I’ll do everything I can to make you the happiest girl alive.”

“But Baekhyun-” You paused when you saw his smile quickly fade. “Only what I need. I don’t want you to give me anything more, or I’ll feel guilty.”

“What about gifts? If I see something I think you would like could I give it to you as a present?”

You rolled your eyes, “I guess, as long it’s nothing too crazy.”

Both of you paused, and he swallowed. “Can I ask why you’re having such a hard time trusting me? You know I’ve never lied to you.”

It was true. You really had no reason not to trust him with how open and honest he was. Never once did any of his words or actions towards you feel disingenuous.

You sighed. It wasn’t something you liked to think back on. “The last time I had a real boyfriend was over a year ago. He seemed so charming and kind and perfect. I let him in too quickly and was head over heels in love when about 6 months in I found out he’d been going to parties and sleeping with other people the entire time.”

“And the two of you were exclusive?” You could only nod. It felt shameful. The fact that you’d been so easily strung along by the man when he was obviously just a charming fuckboy at the end of the day. “What an asshole.”

You shrugged. “It is what it is I guess.”

“He was an idiot to not see what I see in you. Any man should be thrilled to have someone as wonderful and as beautiful as you. He’s missing out.” Heat spread through your cheeks and a smile forced its way onto your lips despite you trying to fight it. “I can’t say I’m upset it didn’t work out, because now I get to have you here, but you also just deserve so much better than that. I promise you you’re the only one that I want. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Eventually you let the warmth of his sweet words win you over and you stopped holding back your grin. “I know.”

The smile returned to his face and he stood up and rounded the dining room table to pull you up as well, and into a kiss. This was the sweetest, most romantic one yet, as he cupped your face and let his lips melt into yours.

“So... does this mean you’re my boyfriend now? You asked as you pulled away and rested your forehead against his.

“If you want me to be, then yes.”

You quickly nodded and before you knew it you were being swept off your feet as he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the couch in the living room. He laid you down and found his place back on top of you, kissing every inch of your face as you giggled and gently pushed at his chest.

He leaned back to look down at you in his shirt, hair disheveled, with a pink tint to your cheeks. “I can’t believe after all this time, you’re really mine now.”

With a surge of blind confidence you sat up and positioned yourself on his lap, straddling him. You looked into his surprised eyes before cupping his face and bringing it to yours, as if to confirm his statement.

“All yours.” You whispered after placing a soft kiss to his lips.

He shuddered beneath you and you felt his arms wrap around you and pull your chest flush to his. “I’ve dreamt of you saying those words to me so many times, you have no idea.”

You were becoming more and more aware of your lack of underwear as Baekhyun shifted you over his lap again, and this time you felt his hardness against you with the only thing separating you being the fabric of his sweats.

You inhaled sharply at the sudden feeling, before teasing him, “Is emotional intimacy turning you on?”

“Everything turns me on when it’s you.” He smiled back at you lazily before bringing his hands up to the collar of your (his) shirt and beginning to unbutton it. “As much as I love my clothes on you I think you look even more beautiful wearing nothing at all.”

He was really, truly, obsessed with your body. In the best kind of way. You were like a piece of precious art to him. The pink tint that moved across your chest, the curves, the softness, the way your skin felt beneath his hands was just perfect. He needed to feel and to memorize every inch of you.

“Can I fuck you, princess?”

“Since you asked so nicely.” You giggled, making fun of his words from the night prior.

He returned a dopey, blissed-out smile and his hands kept working on the buttons until he was taking it off of you completely, once again leaving you naked. His eyes scanned your body as one hand slowly made its way from your neck, down to your breasts, along the side of your waist and then finally between your legs.

“You make fun of me for being hard when you’re this wet?”

You let out a small yelp as two of his slender fingers entered you, curling against just the right spot that would have you losing your mind.

“Thought you said you wanted to fuck me.” You taunted impatiently, slipping a hand down to pull him out of his sweats.

As you wrapped you hand around him you felt his breath get stuck in his throat and the movement of his fingers inside you came to a halt before they left you completely.

“If you want it so bad then go ahead.”

He was right, there was nothing stopping you, so you lined him up with your entrance and sank down until he was fully inside you, hitting even deeper than before. His head hit the back of the couch and you couldn’t help but admire his parted lips and the slight knit in his eyebrows at the feel of you wrapped around him.

“So tight and wet, so perfect, like you were made for me.”

He soon had his hands on your ass and guided your motions, rolling your body against his. With every push of your hips against his own you let out small whimpers which grew louder and louder as he started to pick up the pace, bouncing you on top of him as he thrusted up into you.

When he leaned forward to take a nipple between his lips you knew you were done for, and seconds later you were shuddering around him as the tension in your body was released causing you to cry out his name, and you were grateful that he lived alone.

His movements didn’t stop even once your high wore off, and you found yourself grasping onto him tighter than before as oversensitivity took over. It felt like too much but you could tell by the way he was shaking beneath you and the movement of his hips was becoming inconsistent that he was close.

Just before he stilled inside you he brought his lips to yours for a messy, heated kiss before releasing inside of you as he groaned into your mouth. His hands were gripping your hips so tightly, holding you so firmly against his that you knew it would bruise, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when you felt this good.

Once both of you stopped shaking and your breathing evened out you rested your head on Baekhyun’s shoulder and let your hands rest on the smooth, warm skin of his bare chest. His hands moved from your ass up to wrap around your back, holding you against him. You felt him softening inside you but you couldn’t bring yourself to get up, feeling too weak and warm and cozy on his lap to want to move at all.

“You feel like heaven. We should stay like this all day.” He hummed blissfully into your neck.

You chucked at his words but didn’t move either. “Baekhyun?”

“Yes darling?”

“Do you love me?”

The words left your mouth before you could think about it too hard. You just felt it. It felt the love in his words and actions towards you. You needed to know.

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

You sat up to look him in the eyes. “You love me?”

“I love you, y/n. Do you love me?”

“I’m learning to very quickly.”

“I’ve been told I’m a very good teacher.” He grinned.

When you brought your lips back down to his you felt it. The feeling bubbling deep inside of you. It wasn’t quite there yet, but you knew you would get there soon. It was only a matter of time until you were just as head over heels for him as he was for you. You were falling fast.

As the two of you spent the rest of the day wrapped around, pressed against, and cuddled up to one another, you knew that this was exactly where you were supposed to be.

He was your person, and you were his, and you couldn’t wait to take on so much more together for years to come.

~The End~

Epilogue

A/N: AHHH it’s over, I finished my first ever fic. I really never thought more than like 10 people would read it so I’m seriously so grateful for all the positive feedback, it’s so much more than I ever expected. I can’t wait to start the next one!

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Waspy (Jinkx/DeLa) - Divine

A/N: Hello everyone! This is a fic based on one of the numbers in Return of the Jinkx and DeLa Holiday Show Live! In which DeLa sings about WASP Culture ( White Anglo-Saxon Protestants or WASPs are the white American Protestant elite, typically of British descent. WASP elites have dominated American society, culture, and politics for most of the history of the United States.) Obviously Jinkx finds this to be ridiculous. Jinkx doesn't celebrate the holidays so DeLa takes it upon herself to bring her girlfriend along with her back home, to share how her family celebrates Christmas. TW: offensive language (D-slur), religious trauma

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It was that time of year again, the holidays. Jinkx and DeLa had been together for a little over four years, and in three of those years Jinkx and DeLa had celebrated or at least attempted to celebrate, Christmas at home. It was no secret that Jinkx loathed the holiday. As a pagan who grew up having horrible Christmases due to poor family communication skills– food fights weren’t as fun as they may seem once you reach a certain age– needless to say, she dreaded December as a whole.

DeLa on the other hand, couldn’t be more excited. She started decorating the night of Thanksgiving. Jinkx already didn’t like having her girlfriend fill her home to the brim with tacky jolly decor; she certainly wasn’t a fan of the raised electric bill either, but alas, she loved seeing DeLa light up as she admired her work setting up all these festive lights and such.

“DeLa please, I already let you decorate my house, now you’re going to make me listen to the Jingle Dogs... again?” Jinkx questions, staring at the vinyl in disgust, she couldn’t believe they actually put it out on vinyl, and she wasn’t very happy to see that DeLa's mother got it for her for Christmas last year either.

“Of course silly! It’s not the holidays without em!” She giggles. “Jingle bells is my favorite!”

“Trust me, I think I figured that out.” She mumbled, walking over to the shorter woman who was bedazzling a corset whilst moving her head to the song. “Darling, it's December 15th..this has been going on since November 25th, can we at least listen to some other kind of Christmas music?”

“Well of course! There’s Jingle Cats too!” DeLa says, reaching for her phone to get on Spotify.

“No! Forget I said anything, okay? Next Sunday it’ll all be over and we can take all this down and have a normal New Years, yeah? We have a show, it'll be perfect!” Jinkx smiled.

“Oh! Dink, sweetie, that reminds me of something I've been meaning to ask you!” DeLa closed her box of Swarovski crystals.

“Yes?”

“I kinda maybe .. told my family we’d go to their house for Christmas this year!” DeLa smiles guiltily.

“DeLa, I love you so very much. I really do.. but I think I’d rather dry hump a mall Santa rather than go to your family’s house.” The ginger states before grabbing a blunt.

“Oh come on! It won’t be that bad!” DeLa pleads.

“Baby, I don’t know if I want to spend my time there. I mean that in a very respectful way. Any time they’ve acknowledged me is only to make snarky comments about my career or ask if my hair is naturally ginger.”

“I know they’re hard to get along with, but look at it like this! Nana is dead so she can’t make any homophobic comments, the Andersons aren’t as young anymore, and everyone will be in the holiday spirit!” DeLa smiles.

Jinkx groaned and looked into her girlfriend’s eyes, she did look really excited, and she knew her family was already thinking that she was keeping DeLa away from them, so what harm could it really do to spend a few days in New England? Regardless of how much she despised Connecticut. She decided that getting over it for a week would be fine.

“Alright, if you really want to go.. We can.” Jinkx smiles a little. DeLa’s eyes lit up.

“Oh Dink! You’re the best! I can’t wait for you to see how my family celebrates the holidays!” She giggles and claps before hopping up to give Jinkx a kiss.

Jinkx smiles, pulling her closer, humming into the kiss before pulling back. She knew next week was going to be hell, but she’d try not to complain for DeLa’s sake.

The rest of the week was spent preparing for their trip. DeLa had already let her family know the two of them were coming, so there was no turning back at this point. DeLa thankfully had already bought her family gifts, signed from both of them. Partially because Jinkx had no idea what her family liked, and probably couldn’t afford half the stuff they did. It was no secret that her family was very materialistic, they grew up wealthy, and are still very wealthy. It was one of the reasons why she stayed away, she wasn’t used to having a wealthy family that were, well, nice to each other. Of course she was sure that there was some sort of family tension that just no one talked about, they still had more manners and her family did.

Jinkx could still recall the day that she brought DeLa home to meet her family. On the bright side, no one was homophobic— they couldn’t be bothered enough to care about anyone but themselves to be— they were just their rude and inappropriate selves. It was normal for them, Jinkx knew that, which is why she was so hesitant to bring her wealthy, well-mannered, yet somehow slightly immature and very uneducated girlfriend to meet them.

In DeLa's defense it wasn’t that she was uneducated, it was more that she was so blinded by religion that she just ignored all logic. Or at least that’s what Jinkx told herself. Which brings her to another thing that she wasn’t looking forward to, the religion. She knew how religious DeLa’s family was after the first date with her, as soon as she offered to say grace before dinner, she knew that it could go one of two ways, she accidentally offended the pretty lady, or they somehow made it work by just not mentioning religion at all. Miraculously there was another way it could go, which is that they argue about religion all the time, but somehow always find some sort of middle ground— to an extent, but if it meant that she could continue her relationship with DeLa, she’d take it, even if it meant not being able to have sex.

After their friend Ruby had dropped them off at the airport, they spent some time preparing, mentally, emotionally, for Jinkx spiritually. Of course DeLa loved her family, and Christmas wouldn’t be the same without Nana, she knew that this was for the best and it would be super fun regardless. She also neglected to tell Jinkx that her crazy aunt, who the ginger had only heard stories about, was coming over as well. She always came around Christmas time aside from Thanksgiving. The family loved her, she just didn’t show that same energy.

“Now listen, we’ll be staying at my parent’s house, it’ll just be easier. Less money, less traveling, and most of the activities are there anyways, so it just gets a lot of the stuff out of the way by just already being there. If my sister shows up she will be staying there as well, though she hasn’t showed up for Christmas since she was 17… as soon as she was of age she moved to Chicago and never looked back, she sends Christmas cards and gifts though!” DeLa explained.

“We just saw your sister last Halloween, she did that whole mummy thing, she said she was going to be at Christmas.” Jinkx reminds her.

“She always says that. You know what, I like that energy. Who knows, maybe this is the year that she decides to show up!” If DeLa wasn’t such a bimbo Jinkx wouldn’t be able to tell if she was being sarcastic or not, but she knew she was being serious.

Not too long after their flight was called, the flight from Seattle to Connecticut was a long one and it was already 8am, they wouldn’t get there until around 1 in the afternoon. Neither of them had a problem with long flights, DeLa was used to them, growing up going on extravagant vacations to France or Italy meant being on planes for long periods of time. Jinkx just thought they were peaceful, what must fear people usually feel when flying so high above the ground, Jinkx that it was nice to be away from people, especially since DeLa’s always got first class for them.

When the two of them first got together a lot of people thought that Jinkx was taking advantage of DeLa money or that DeLa was some sort of sugar mama. Neither of those things were true. When Jinkx first met DeLa they were at work, their burlesque dancers, their job is to look rich. She just thought that she was like any other dancer, She had no idea those rhinestones were real crystals. Not to mention, she had no idea how religious she was, she’s a burlesque dancer for fucks sake! It wasn’t until their first date when DeLa offered to fly them out of state for dinner but she realized just how fancy and rich she was. She didn’t act it, she wasn’t snooty or judgmental. She loved everyone and was so sweet and kind, she had her moments of materialism and just not understanding that everyone can’t afford certain things, but it was just how she was raised. You can only imagine how shocked Jinkx was whenever DeLa started talking about how she had no idea how unwed women could get pregnant.

When their flight landed Jinkx was exhausted, she didn’t sleep, but DeLa had crashed on her shoulder around two hours in. She wasn’t sure if she could deal with any of DeLa’s family‘s bullshit until she at least had a 30 minute nap, but she didn’t see that happening. DeLa’s family was so formal. There’s no telling what they had planned on the daily for December, not to mention the week of Christmas.

The couple made their way out of the terminal and waited for DeLa’s father to come pick them up, it was hard to miss him. A white Tesla pulled up in front of them, Jinkx turned to DeLa who simply smiled in return. She said a little to herself as the trunk opened, she always knew that DeLa’s father wasn’t a huge fan of his daughter being a lesbian, he most definitely wasn’t a fan of his daughter dating a witch who also happens to be a stoner and a burlesque dancer, who didn’t have money to burn. Of course he didn’t know that she was a stoner or witch, it wouldn’t take much to really figure it out. DeLa opened the back door of the car and climbed inside, followed by Jinkx who stayed quiet as she closed the door. Then it hit her, the one thing that made her stomach turn, of course it was supposed to be lighthearted and wholesome because DeLa was completely oblivious to anything in the BDSM and kink world, even though she was a burlesque dancer.

“Hi daddy!” She squeals from the backseat. Anytime DeLa talked to her father it made Jinkx feel bad about herself, was she really so corrupted that someone calling their actual father daddy disgusted her to such a great extent?

“Hi baby, it’s great to see you again, hello Jinkx.” He smiles at his daughter, it fades as he looks toward the redhead.

“Hello, Mr. Creme.” She greeted him with a nod before looking out the window. DeLa noticed her discomfort and rested a supportive hand on her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

This was not the time to be thinking sexual thoughts, but she couldn’t help it. Abstinence takes it’s toll, nearly anything this woman did she thought of it in a sexual way, but she didn’t wanna pressure her into something that she wasn’t comfortable with, even if it was just because of religion, a religion that she was almost against at this point. She rests her hand on top of DeLa’s and continues to stare out the window as he drives to her parent’s house.

One car ride and five Christmas songs later they finally arrived, Jinkx was tempted to spam her head through the window, but decided she should at least wait until dinner before causing herself a head injury. Upon entering the house DeLa’s mother, Varla, was ready to smother them both with kisses. Jinkx did enjoy DeLa’s mom, a past burlesque dancer, a little kooky, and very personable. She was very entertaining and always tried to keep things lighthearted, even while dragging religious beliefs along with her. One con would be that trying to get a word in, is literally impossible, she’s the type to talk at you rather than two you, she’s just so excited and had so much to say, DeLa was similar, but at least she stopped to breathe every now and then.

“There’s my sweeties! How’ve you two been? Ugh, it’s been far too long, go unpack and settle in, you two must be so exhausted. Go go, your bedroom is set up just as it was when you left!” Varla chirped, practically pushing them to the stairs.

“Okay okay, we’re going!” DeLa giggles, dragging her bags behind her. Jinkx stayed close behind, avoiding being acknowledged to the best of her ability, already feeling extremely out of place.

The massive house is decorated from top to bottom. Not a corner went without some sort of decoration. From garland to crosses, there was something for everything. The air smelled like cinnamon and pine. She was actually surprised not to see a Christmas tree, only then to realize later that that was one of the activities that they had planned, getting a Christmas tree and decorating it together.

“Don’t mind my room by the way, my aesthetic was quite different when I was a teenager.” DeLa says as she opens the door. It wasn’t much different.

The spacious room was pink tinted. The walls were pink, the floors were hardwood with a fuzzy pink rug on top of it. Her bed is Royal blue, The sheets were hot pink and silk, covered by a quilt that her nana had crocheted. Her bedside table was covered with a velvet blue tablecloth, a big vintage lamp sat on top of it, beside that was a vintage alarm clock. The bed itself was in front of a window, light pink silk curtains were tied back, with white ones with colorful twinkles still covering the window for privacy.

Near the side of her room was her vanity, it was most definitely the messiest part of the entire room. The huge table was in front of pink curtains, simply for decoration. It was lined with fringe with matching fringe lamps hanging above it, there was a massive old vintage mirror resting on top of the table, lights installed in the wall around it. On the table there were various makeup palettes and hair products as well as a few other things that she left behind. A fancy vase full of bobby pins and hair ties, and a very fancy golden picture frame with a family picture in it. On the other wall there was a huge TV with a small couch and coffee table in front of it, she even had her own bathroom, she couldn’t believe she actually grew up like this. All these luxuries in one room, when Jinkx was 16 she couldn’t even imagine having this many things and loathed people her age that did.

“Well don’t just stand there silly! Unpack your things, that dresser is empty.” DeLa giggles, pointing over at one of three vintage dressers.

She had matching horizontal and vertical dressers along with the chest that was at the foot of her bed. The ginger made her way over to the horizontal dresser and started to slowly unpack her things, putting them away in the drawers. She was still so dumbfounded that this was actually a real thing that was happening, that it was possible for a teenager to have lived like this.

“Was your sister's room this fancy too?” Jinkx asked, half joking.

“Well, sorta. She was older so she got a bigger bedroom. She also wasn’t and all the fancy stuff though.” DeLa replies, unpacking her things as well. Jinkx stood there for a moment trying to imagine a room bigger than the one she was in that wasn’t the master bedroom.

After the two of them unpacked, they laid on DeLa’s bed together, Jinkx was staring at the ceiling, well a chandelier that DeLa had placed over her bed. She sighs, closing her eyes. No matter where she looked there was something fancy. She felt so out of place here.

“Dink, don’t look so bummed out, I know you’re not used to this stuff or whatever, but it’ll be great I promise. I’ll try my best to make it as wonderful as it possibly can be!” DeLa cheered optimistically.

She really did hate to see Jinkx so uncomfortable, she just wanted her to be happy and have a good time. Though she could tell she already wasn’t, and her family hadn’t even gotten there yet. She was starting to feel bad for bringing her here whenever she was so reluctant, but she wanted so badly to show her that the holidays weren’t as horrible as she perceived them. It was barely the first day after all.

DeLa would be lying if she said that abstinence wasn’t hard for her. Even though it was how she grew up she still wondered what all the fuss was about, but she still never wanted to have sex, until she got with Jinkx. Watching her perform was the only thing that ever truly made her feel aroused to a point that she couldn’t simply think of something else and be fine. Her eyes traveled down her girlfriend’s body. She’d worn a long sleeved black shirt and leggings on the flight, the shirt was rather thin so it was already apparent she wasn’t wearing a bra, the room being on the colder side didn’t help much either. She jumped a little when Jinkx opened her eyes. She cleared her throat, sitting up straight to hide that she was flustered.

“We have activities to do! Today we’re picking out a tree and decorating it! I’m not sure around what time though, they always wait until the family shows up.” DeLa smiles.

“De, it’s the 20th. Your family starts meeting up this early?” The ginger asks, propping herself up on her elbows.

“Of course we do silly! The week of Christmas we always have all kinds of activities planned! Better yet it’s going to snow on Christmas Eve, we can make snowmen! But today is the day that we pick out a tree and decorate it. Of course they’ll go home and then they’ll come back tomorrow and we’ll go on a sleigh ride in one horse open sleigh. The horses are super stoked about it, and my dad has been prepping up the sleigh all month!” DeLa claps in excitement.

“Your family just owns horses… and a sleigh?”

“Uh duh, what are we supposed to do? Rent them?” DeLa giggles. “ You are so funny.”

Jinkx groans, falling back into the bed. With every moment, this week just seems like it would be lasting longer and longer. A few hours past, Jinkx didn’t want to leave the room, but DeLa left a few times to go talk to her family and what not before coming up the stairs one last time to get Jinkx.

“Alright, so Teena isn’t here yet, but my cousins are.” She smiles.

“Which ones?” Jinkx questions, blowing smoke out the window before putting her stuff away.

“Amanda, Muffy, Percy and Ducky.” DeLa was hoping Jinkx didn’t remember their names, but knew Jinkx did as soon as she saw her expression.

“Great.. The Andersons.” Jinkx groaned, getting out of the bed and took off her shirt to put on a bra. DeLa couldn’t help but to stare at Jinkx's full breasts, even for the split second Jinkx’s face was covered.

DeLa didn’t know why the urge to be touched was so strong all of a sudden, she’d never felt like this before. Even when she did feel aroused by Jinkx, it was never this strong. Maybe she was getting sick, she’d have to be sure to add something more to her nightly prayers tonight.

“Alright. I’m ready, let’s get this over with.” Jinkx says putting a jacket on. DeLa pulled herself out of her thoughts and smiled.

“Over with?! More like get it started! Come on you party pooper we’ve got a tree to choose and decorate!” She smiles, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her along with her downstairs.

Jinkx noticed the clearing in the living room, just by looking at how big the space was, she could tell it was to have to be a pretty large tree to fill it. She turned her attention to the small group of people near the door.

“I can still loveee the holidays, even though that asshole divorced me.” A breathy voice said, it was Janet, better known as Kitty, or so she declared for herself after her second divorce.

She was in a revealing hot pink bodycon cocktail dress, martini in hand. Her kids were wearing matching Christmas outfits, looking slightly miserable, Muffy was the oldest, she was 14, dressed in a black sweater with a long tartan skirt, with black flats. Percy was the middle child. He was 7 and was wearing a horrendous tartan overall set over a white blouse with knee high red socks with pom poms, paired with patent leather shoes. Jinkx snorted when she saw what he was wearing, DeLa lightly hit her side warningly. Jinkx stifles her laughter to the best of her ability. Ducky was the youngest, she was only a baby when Jinkx had first met her, she was 4 now in a little tartan dress with lacy white socks and patent leather maryjanes. She was confused, weren’t they supposed to be cutting down a tree? Why they were dressed so formally she had no idea.

“Yes, that’s great.” Varla nods, completely discarding everything her sister had said before turning to Jinkx and DeLa, “There you two are! Just in time, your father is ready to take you all out to the woods to pick out a tree! Better hurry, he’s already paid the lovely gentleman to cut it down!” She smiles.

“You paid someone to cut a tree down for you?” Jinkx mumbled.

“Of course! What were we supposed to do? Have daddy cut it down?” DeLa giggles while walking past the kids making her way outside. Jinkx cringed again before following her girlfriend.

“Is your hair actually red?” Percy questions as she passed by.

“Are the kool-aid stains on your mouth natural?” She snapped back.

“DINK!” DeLa calls from outside, Jinkx walks outside rather quickly and holds her girlfriend's hand.

“DeLa, this isn’t going to be a long process is it?” She asks.

“Well not really, we just have to pick the tree, have Mr. Tree cutting person cut it down then load it into this truck, bring it to the house and set it up for us so we can decorate it!” She smiles. Jinkx stared at her blankly but decided not to comment on it.

The family traveled into the woods, it was rather cold out now that it had gotten dark so DeLa’s family, being picky was getting obnoxious as they started arguing about it.

“Enough! Dink, sweetie. Will you pick a tree out for us?” DeLa asks. Jinkx stared at her as if the answer was obvious. DeLa pouts, giving her those huge doll eyes, squeezing her hand gently as she ran a finger up her arm gently. “Pleeeeaase?” Jinkx groans before taking a look around at the trees they’d been fighting over.

“That one.” She declared, pointing at the one DeLa had been wanting.

“Oh come on! They’re on the same team that’s not fair!” Percy whines.

“Too late, a tree has been picked and I’m sick of standing out here.” Her father stated before nodding at the man they’d hired to cut the tree down. The group started walking back to their cars.

“Where are we going?” Jinkx questions.

“Well, so no one gets hurt we leave the woods and let daddy and the tree cutting guy handle it until it’s all set up!”

Jinkx was still having a hard time believing any of what was happening was actually real. DeLa didn’t act this snobby at home. Maybe it was her family, maybe she didn’t realize what she was doing. Or maybe she just sounded that way simply based on how ridiculous all of this actually was. Back at the house there was low Christmas jazz playing throughout the main area, Jinkx was just relieved it wasn’t the Jingle Dogs.

“Come on, let’s go get in our pajamas so we’re cozy while we decorate.” DeLa smiles. Jinkx smiles and nods, that sounds nice and normal.

DeLa had been sure to buy Jinkx some decent pajamas for the trip, considering Jinkx didn’t own many pajamas that were suitable for her to wear around DeLa’s family, or many at all for that matter. Jinkx watched DeLa quietly as she changed into a white nightgown, it had ruffles and lace on it, under it she had put on an ivory, almost risqué bodysuit that was definitely considered lingerie to most people, but she’d never agree if Jinkx told her that. Jinkx’s pajamas were a silk red nightgown trimmed in black lace with a matching robe on top. DeLa never knew how to feel about being watched as she changed outside of work. Was Jinkx thinking about her in the same way that she thought of Jinkx? Those sexual thoughts. She had always wondered, she couldn’t help but notice when Jinkx’s gaze appeared darker and she felt like she was going to get pounced on at any minute. Part of her liked the feeling, the other part didn’t know how to feel about it.

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The tree was finally fully decorated besides the angel up top. DeLa was having a good time, but Jinkx was staying rather quiet, she felt as if she was being stared at the entire time.

“Alright DeLa! Are you ready to put the angel up top?” Varla questions.

“Yes!” She cheers.

“Didn't Dewitte just get hip surgery not too long ago? There’s no way he’d be able to lift her high enough right now, he’s still recovering.” Kitty says, still managing to be logical through her three martinis and two glasses of wine.

“Oh no.. I suppose you’re right, tbh how else are we supposed to get the angel on top of the tree?” Varla questioned. “She can’t climb the ladder, it’s tradition for her to be lifted!”

“Jinkx is pretty tall.” Muffy pointed out. Everyone turned to look at her. Great, she thought to herself, she looked down at DeLa who was looking down at the angel before looking up at Jinkx.

“Jinkxy.. would you be a doll and lift me up there?” DeLa asks sweetly. Jinkx didn’t really have a choice here. If she said no DeLa’s entire family would probably start hating her, but more importantly, DeLa would be sad.

“Of course baby.” She reposted quietly, putting down the overpriced ornament ever so carefully before kneeling down. “Get on my shoulders, you’ll get up higher that way.” Jinkx explained.

DeLa nods, carefully lifting her nightgown up and steps over Jinkx’s shoulders, Jinkx stands slowly, holding onto DeLa’s legs for extra security. DeLa smiles as she began to reach for the top of the tree, Jinkx knew it’d piss off her father more than it probably way but it was the only way she could get her higher, Jinkx brought her hands to the back of DeLa’s thighs, lifting her high up enough to place the angel on top of the tree. DeLa could feel herself before flustered, not used to being grabbed there. She was carefully put back on the ground and smiled up at Jinkx who was visibly embarrassed. DeLa giggles and gives her a kiss on the cheek before stepping back to admire the tree.

“We did it!” She squeals.

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The rest of the week was spent doing various activities, sleigh rides, ice skating, watching cheesy Hallmark movies, wrapping gifts, somehow there was still more decorating to be done, baking Christmas goodies, making gingerbread houses- from scratch. Though it all sounded fun, it was all so forced, everything was so formal and fancy it made Jinkx feel out of place, even small things, if it wasn’t how ‘glamorous” everything was that made Jinkx uncomfortable, it was who religious everything was. She really couldn’t catch a break and it was already Christmas Eve, she was happy it was almost over but she was exhausted as well, Jinkx put on her gloves, glaring at herself in the mirror. DeLa bounced into the room wearing her long white and blue winter coat that had a matching hat, she had on silk white gloves and white heeled boots, regardless that they were about to go out in the slow to build snowmen.

“Are you ready Jinkxy?” DeLa questioned as Jinkx readjusted her leopard print coat on her shoulders.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” She sighs, walking over to DeLa who takes her hand in her own.

The two of them make their way out of her room and down the stairs. Most of the family had already made their way outside so they didn't stop to talk to anyone on their way out. DeLa ran to the side yard and scooped up the fresh snow in her hands throwing it back into the air twirling around in it giggling, Jinkx smiled, even though she was miserable, seeing DeLa this happy warmed her little grinch heart. She couldn’t help but to love seeing her girlfriend having a blast with her wealthy overly religious family activities, she was just happy that she was still somewhat normal, aside from going blind to the working class again. Jinkx knew that’d wear off by the time they returned home in two days though.

She walked over to Dela who was starting her mission to create the perfect snowman. DeLa worked on the base while Jinkx started on the middle, only half heartedly listening to all the noirette’s name ideas for their creation.

“Ooo! Or Frosty!” Dela gasps.

“Baby, that’s already a popular snowman, if you want yours to be better than Frosty, you can’t name yours Frosty too.” Jinkx explained gently as she placed the coal eyes and smile on the head, followed by DeLa jamming a carrot into it for the nose.

“Can we suit him for the rights of his name?” Dela frowned.

“No darling, I don’t think that’d work either.” Jinkx giggled a little.

DeLa smiles before grabbing a scarf from the box of accessories they had gotten to decorate their snowman. Jinkx recognized the print, DeLa owned quite a lot of it, part of her didn’t want to ask, knowing the answer yet also not wanting to know that she was correct. DeLa then pulled out a silk top hat that was definitely by some sort of designer brand.

“DeLa… what are those from?” Jinkx dared to ask.

“Oh don’t worry Dink, it's only last season's Burberry scarf and some silk top hat we usually keep in the closet.

“You mean to tell me that you just casually keep a silk top hat in your closet in the house, and you just wrap a designer scarf around a pile of frozen water, like it's nothing?” Jinkx asked, clearly reaching her wits end.

‘Well yeah, it's what we’ve always done! It’s not like it's anything important!” DeLa giggles. Jinkx felt her eye twitch.

She loved DeLa and didn’t want to hurt her feelings, especially not with her father lurking around every corner, Jinkx took a deep breath and rubbed her face with her damp gloves. She looked over at her girlfriend, cupping her face gently.

“It's 9:30pm, I am going inside to take a hot bubble bath and I’m going to bed early. Enjoy your snow party.” Jinx says quietly before kissing DeLa on the lips gently.

She let go of her face and turned to walk to the house, taking her shoes off in the mudroom before walking up the stairs to DeLa’s room. DeLa frowned, she didn’t understand why Jinkx didn’t like the way they celebrated, it was all things he had listed that she did when she was a young kid, she sighs looking over at the snowman.

“Oh Mr. Tottles… What am I supposed to do about Jinkx bein’ in the poo poo dumps?” She asked, obviously no response.

She didn’t want to be out here without Jinkx, she seemed to be having fun so she didn't know what she’d done wrong. DeLa sniffled a little and looked around at the rest of her family, building their own snowmen, having snowball fights and making snow angels. It was all normal snow games. She didn’t see what was wrong. She wished that Jinkx would express her feelings to her, she could tell the entire trip that the redhead was seemingly biting her tongue, not making comments to things she’d normally jump on, unusually quiet she felt guilty for isolating Jinkx by surrounding her with things he didn’t like nor wasn't used to.

DeLa plopped down in the snow next to Mr. Tottles and sighs while looking around her, suddenly the snow was colder, the night seemed dimmer, was she really being this blind to her own excitement she was forcing onto Jinkx who didn't even really want to be here anyways? Dela pulled herself out of the snow and walked back to the house, kicking off her boots and hanging her coat and jacket together before walking up to her room. The bathroom door was closed, she knocked gently.

“DeLa?” She heard Jinkx’s voice from inside.

“Yes, it’s me!”

“Come in.”

DeLa opened the door and saw Jinkx in the tub, hair in a messy bun with her head resting on the tub wall, the bubbles in the tub were covering most of her body. She smiles a little while walking over and sitting next to the tub on the floor.

“I wanted to apologize.. I haven’t been very fair to you or your feelings, all you've done this week is try to make me happy, but I didn’t do the same in return..” DeLa rested her chin on the tub wall, frowning over at Jinkx.

“Baby.. thank you for apologizing, but it’s not you that’s stressing me out. You can’t help that this was the way you were raised, if anything it’s your family. They’re so judgmental, even though they don’t say it out loud, it’s apparent in their looks. That on top of you doing these things that you don’t realize you’re doing, it’s just a little too much.” Jinkx, sat up in the tub, turning to face DeLa.

The shorter woman caught a glimpse of her girlfriend’s chest, making her become flustered again. Why was she like this? Even in such a serious conversation she couldn’t keep her thoughts clean, even after adding to her prayers.

“I’m sorry about them too, I promise I’ll never force you to come here around Christmas time ever again. We can spend Christmas at home like we always do.” DeLa smiled a little, making Jinkx smile too.

“Thank you baby.” Jinkx leans over the tub wall to kiss DeLa, not waiting to touch her designer clothes wet by touching them.

DeLa hummed, leaning into the kiss further, Jinkx nearly moaned, kissing her deeper. They didn’t do this often, regardless of what most people thought, but DeLa being so religious was holding her back from doing a lot of things, but she never gave in and Jinkx was tired of her bible rants. She was surprised she was being so forward with her feelings, maybe it was the stress, maybe this was some sort of trap she’d been planning for the past four years to kidnap her or something. As interesting as that would be, she knew DeLa didn’t have the patience to think that through the first five minutes, not to mention for years.

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Christmas itself was going surprisingly well, the prayers were getting old at that point, The Andersons were actually somewhat fun to be around, the rest of the family simply greeted her and went on with their day. It was already nearing the end of the night and the gift exchange was over, a few kids were pouting over not getting a bike, she owed DeLa five bucks for that. DeLa did seem a little off though, something to the twenty minute long grace that Jinkx had blocked out really affected her. She’d been quiet for the rest of the day. When DeLa excused herself to the bathroom and was gone for quite some time Jinkx managed to sneak away, she knocked on the door.

“Baby? It’s me.. can I come in?” Jinkx asked softly, the door opened and she was pulled inside rather quickly.

“Dink.. I'm sorry for being such a party pooper but I really don’t know what to do. I could tell that you blocked out half if not all of the prayer, but my dad threw something in that was really mean and disrespectful to us.” DeLa looked as if she was on the verge of tears.

“What’d he say?” Jinkx asked cautiously.

“He started talking about how he wishes that I could find true love, but I have found true love. You, but he acts as if you didn’t exist. I looked over at you and you were on your phone, which I honestly don’t blame you I have always hated that grace. My point is that it really hurt my feelings, but if I talk to him about it he’ll say that I’m being disrespectful and that the prayers have already been made and there’s nothing he can do about it.” She frowns, “I don’t want to lose you.”

“Oh baby… I’m sorry he said all that, and I’m more sorry that I wasn’t paying attention enough to defend us. But some stupid prayer isn’t going to make me leave you, I love you so much there’s nothing I would do that could affect our relationship in a negative way. I love you far too much to let him stand in the way of us.” Jinkx pulled DeLa into a tight hug.

“Earlier he pulled me aside and said that you were corrupting me. That I was losing my purity, I’ve tried my damnedest all my life to stay pure. Do you know how hard it’s been recently? Not to just want to have sex with you? I’ve never felt the urge to have sex as bad as I feel it when I’m around you. I don’t understand why it’s been hitting me all the sudden, but I can’t help it. Anytime I look at you you’re just so gorgeous and attractive and I just want you to… Nevermind. Yet, anything I do to try not to think about it, it isn’t enough, the thoughts always come back, and I think he knows. He’s been giving us dirty looks, and staying to watch myself… I don’t know what to do.” DeLa finally admitted.

DeLa felt herself get embarrassed about saying these things out loud, it was something she never thought she would admit to Jinkx until they were married. Jinkx was rubbing her back to comfort her, religious trauma, it was something she was very used to. She had it herself at one point, she still did, she just didn’t care enough for it to bother her anymore.

“Hey, look at me.” Jinkx stepped back far enough for DeLa to look up at her.

“It is okay that you’re thinking of these things, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to have sex. Regardless of how many people that tell you it’s not okay it’s perfectly fine and normal. People are using a book that was written thousands of years ago to make rules about today, half those stories don’t make sense. If you want to have sex, consensual sex with another adult then there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Think about it this way, show me animals only reason to live is to reproduce, their sole purpose in life is to have sex and have babies, that’s what a lot of people do, most of them are in cults yes but you know.. religion is basically a cult. I'm telling you this because you’re trapped, even if you hadn’t realized it you’re realizing it now, yeah? Do you feel shamed for wanting to do completely normal things? I personally had sex for the very first time at a particularly young age, and I’m perfectly fine. Nothing bad has ever happened to me, DeLa you are a fully grown adult if you want to have sex and you should be able to have sex.” Jinkx says cupping her cheeks, wiping away a tear that’d escaped.

“What if I wanted to have sex right now?” She questioned, sniffling. Jinkx smiles slightly, amused giggling a little.

“Then we could have sex right now.”

“Regardless of being a burlesque dancer, I know literally nothing about sex…” DeLa looked at the floor shyly, “Would you mind taking control?” She asks gently.

“I wouldn’t mind one bit.” Jinkx reassured her, gently lifting her chin pulling her closer to her.

Jinkx kisses her more intensely then she intended, pressing their bodies together against the bathroom sink. DeLa hummed into the kiss, holding Jinkx close by the waist. She didn’t know what to expect but she was already excited. The whole night she couldn’t help but look at the cleavage showing from Jinkx's tight dark green cocktail dress, it’d been driving her crazy. DeLa felt herself being lifted into the sink counter as Jinkx kissed down her neck. Jinkx knew it wouldn’t take much to make her have an orgasm. She was sensitive and wasn’t used to being touched down there, Jinkx herself has had sex with her fair share of women was was experienced, she’d have no probably getting DeLa to cum quickly before someone noticed they were both gone.

Though it wasn’t the time to be thinking things through, Jinkx wanted to be sure that she could pleasure DeLa the way she wanted without having to worry about people walking in, of course she wish she had more time and privacy, but that’s what home was for, or even DeLa’s room later. Jinkx made her way between DeLa’s legs, holding them apart as she placed gentle kisses on her inner thighs, DeLa was already moaning at this, the gentle feeling of the kisses trailing higher was exciting itself. The redhead pulled back enough to pull DeLa’s underwear off and throw them into the floor, pulling her dress up to keep it out of the way as well, there was so much she wanted to do, but something Jinkx had dreamed of doing was being about to taste her girlfriend, she was insanely attractive and not being able to shave her face between her thick thighs had always driven her crazy. She groaned at the sight, DeLa felt herself blushing as she watched Jinkx between her legs, already so worked up. Jinkx was teasing at this point, leaving kisses everywhere but where she needed it most, Jinkx could tell by DeLa’s breathing she thought it already felt amazing, that’s what she wanted. Once she was satisfied she pressed her tongue into DeLa’s clit earning a yelp and moan from her. It was clear she wasn’t expecting the pleasure to be so strong. Jinkx worked into her gently, being careful not to hurt the girl, DeLa was already moaning loud, rubbing a hand through Jinkx’s hair, the other hand gripping the counter to keep her stable.

DeLa rested her head back against the mirror moaning louder as Jinkx picked up the lace, squeezing her thighs hard enough to leave nail imprints, she was trying to steady her rapid breathing but it was no use, all she could focus on is the feeling of Jinkx’s tongue against her, any worries and speculations were left in the dust. DeLa whines, feeling sensitive already. Jinkx could smirk to herself all she wanted, this was exactly what she wanted. To make this religious girl drop all the bullshit she’d been forced into and to actually enjoy herself, she could feel DeLa muscles tensing up against her tongue as she moaned against her, not worried about anything but pleasuring her girlfriend. DeLa whimpers and moans loud, definitely loud enough for anyone to hear.

“FUCK JINKX! O-OH MY GOD!” She cried out cumming hard against her girlfriend’s mouth, tugging her hair hard.

The both of them were startled when they heard the door fly open. DeLa screeches when she saw her father in the doorway, Jinkx stands up as quickly as humanly possible to cover DeLa’s “intimates” as she’d call them and be prepared to comfort her from whatever was about to happen.

“Thou shalt use the lord's name in vain!” He spat, “especially not by two dykes. Get out of my house. I’ve tried to support your ways for far too long, I will not tolerate you violating my daughter under my own roof. DeLa if this is how you’re deciding to live your life and I don’t want you in my house either. You have 30 minutes.” He stated before slamming the door making DeLa jump.

“Hey, shh don’t cry it’s okay.” Jinkx whispers, wiping away tears as DeLa begins to cry. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you’re perfect. You’re so so perfect, and you did an amazing job. I don’t want you to be upset over this, he’s in the wrong here, you’re a human being and a grown adult you can do what you want.” Jinkx reminds her, kissing her softly. Through DeLa’s upset she hums at the taste of herself on Jinkx’s lips. The ginger laughed a little.

“See it’s okay, nothing happened. Of course he got upset but that’s his problem, the universe is fine, ’the Lord’ doesn’t give a shit what you’re doing with your body.” Jinkx smiles, wiping away any remaining tears as DeLa sniffles and nods.

“P-promise?” She managed out.

“Of course I promise, think of it as this, if it was really such a big bad thing, something would’ve happened as soon as we started.” Jinkx says gently as she begins to clean up the mess DeLa had made of herself, “and I promise the next time we do this, it will be a lot longer and you’ll feel a lot better afterwards. Because we’ll be in the privacy of our own home and we won’t have to worry about anyone barging in on us. That is if you want to next time.” Jinkx raises an eyebrow as she grabs DeLa’s underwear from the floor.

“I would love a next time.“ She smiles sheepishly. Jinkx smiles, slipping them back onto her and gently takes her off the counter fishing her dress before fixing her own lipstick.

“We’ll have to stay at a hotel tonight, but we can leave early tomorrow morning.” Jinkx kissed DeLa’s shoulder before opening the bathroom door and escorted DeLa up to her room quickly, covering her from her family in case any of them had any snarky comments.

it certainly wasn’t how they planned for Christmas to go, but they honestly wouldn’t rather have it go any other way. Jinkx never had to go over to DeLa’s family's house ever again; DeLa didn’t want to go over to her family's house ever again. They join the list of family members that simply send a passive aggressive card. When they finally did go home to Seattle, in the Uber ride back to the house DeLa’s couldn’t help but think about what Teena had said to her last Christmas she spent with them.

“One day you’ll experience what I did, and then we can spend Christmas together.”

DeLa never knew what she meant by that, she overheard her father talking about how Teena had “disrespected the Lord one too many times” many times over the years, so she always thought that her sister was in the wrong. Maybe her father was, it was going to be a weird change coming but Jinkx would be there to help her the entire way through. The couple is finally in the comfort of their own home, they flop down on the couch and hold each other tightly, glad it is over.

“Guess this isn’t worth anything anymore.” DeLa stated, taking off a ring that she had on since before she met Jinkx, The ginger had her suspicions but she never knew what the ring actually meant.

“What do you mean?” Jinkx asks, rubbing her back.

“Purity Ring.” Jinkx nods, DeLa thought for a moment before turning to Jinkx. “Here, you take it.”

“Me? Why.” Jinkx asks, gently taking the gold ring from her.

“Because, my father said that if I ever took that ring off before I got married then I might as well just throw it away. That ring is $4000. There's no way I’m just tossing it in the trash. Besides, you did a great job taking away my purity.” DeLa smiles, Jinkx cackles and kisses DeLa once.

“Thank you baby.”

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