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lesbiankimdahyun · 8 months

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Dry Spell

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Requested: Yes

CW: GP!Nayeon, GP!Jihyo, breeding kink, sorry i know this is so long for just some smut pls forgive me

[Top!Nayeon x F!Reader x Top!Jihyo]

You awoke early in the morning. The sex dream you’d just had dissipated quickly from your memory as you opened your eyes to check the time.

Six thirty.

You yawned and rolled over, wanting to sleep more, but then realized your body wasn’t going to let you off so easily. You couldn’t even remember what had happened in the sex dream, but now you were wet. Annoyingly wet.

You’d been having frequent sex-related dreams lately, probably due to the dry spell you were going through. Normally you wouldn’t be so bothered by it, but these days you felt very (hot and) bothered thanks to your roommates, Nayeon and Jihyo.

Maybe it was the lack of sex, or maybe they’d always been that attractive, but recently you found yourself sneaking glances at them more and more. It made you feel guilty at first— these were your friends, after all! Who looks at their friends like that?

They weren’t new friends to you, either. Nayeon and Jihyo had known you for a few years now, and you recently all became roommates in addition to friends after signing a lease on a three bedroom apartment a couple months ago. Since moving in, you’d all been spending a lot of time together. They were growing more touchy feely with you, which was nice, but confusing at times.

You’d all cuddle while watching Netflix together, for instance. Jihyo would wrap her arm around you while you held Nayeon. Sometimes, especially if you’d watched a horror movie, Nayeon would crawl into your bed late at night and sleep with you. And recently, Jihyo had started waking you up on weekday mornings. You were not a natural early riser and normally hated getting up early, but you let her, because you knew that when she gently knocked and peeked in your bedroom, what she really wanted was for you to follow her back to her room to snuggle with her in her bed. Sometimes, on the occasional morning when knocking wasn’t enough to wake you, she’d throw a stuffed animal at your bed to get you up, usually her stuffed unicorn. Never at your head, but it always landed on you or next to you– just enough of a disturbance to wake you.

Now it was summer, and all of you frequently slept shirtless but continued to share beds. Nayeon would wrap herself around you, her bare chest pressing right up against your back and her chin on your shoulder. With Jihyo, you’d absentmindedly trace shapes, words and designs into her back when you held her in her bed. Once, when you thought she was sleeping, she repeated back a word you had just written on her bare skin. “Pretty?” she mumbled sleepily. “You think I’m pretty?” Too scared to reply out loud, you wrote ‘yes’ on her naked shoulder to answer her.

Though you were otherwise very close with them, you were too embarrassed to tell them about your sex drought. You tried to behave as normally (sanely, really) as you could. But they’d caught you checking them out a couple times over the last few weeks. Jihyo caught you capital ‘L’ Looking at her backside when she bent down to tie her shoes one afternoon, and Nayeon saw the way your eyes wandered up under her shirt when she reached for a mug on the top shelf in the kitchen. When the two realized you had done it to both of them, they started going out of their way to tease you.

“How do I look?” Jihyo asked you as she got ready for work one morning. “What do you think…” she trailed off, adjusting her button down shirt. “Two buttons undone? Or maybe three?” she seemed to enjoy watching you blush as she made eye contact with you through the full length mirror in her room.

And if it wasn’t Jihyo making you sweat, it was Nayeon. “Do you like this new skirt I just bought?” she had asked you the other day. To say it was short was a vast understatement. It barely covered her. You could hardly breathe as she approached you in it.

“Feel it,” she said, bringing your hand up to the soft black fabric. “Should I keep it?” She turned while your hand was still on the skirt and suddenly you were touching her ass instead of her hip.

“Well?” she’d asked, smirking.

There was constant sexual tension now between the three of you when you were all together. No one acted on it, though. You were too shy, and if you didn’t say anything, they weren’t going to either. But god, you really were starting to suffer, all too aware of the fact that what you wanted most, despite all of your friends’ teasing, tucked away between both Nayeon and Jihyo’s thighs.

Admitting defeat in being able to fall back asleep now that it was nearly seven in the morning, you thought for a moment. It was a weekend, so Jihyo was most likely going to be sleeping in this morning. And if she was sleeping in, that meant maybe now was your chance to relieve yourself.

You listened hard for a few moments, checking to see if either of them were up yet. You didn’t hear anything, but you got up and opened your bedroom door, poking your head out to listen for a little longer.

Satisfied with the early morning silence that met you, you turned back and climbed into bed, not noticing that your door quietly swung back open after you thought you had pushed it closed.

With your hand between your legs, you tried to think of anything and anyone else, but as you started touching yourself, your mind quickly wandered to Nayeon and Jihyo.

Nayeon with her big hands and long fingers. You wanted to feel her fingers inside you, or at least in your mouth.

You let out a soft whine, getting worked up now as your fingers circled your aching clit.

And Jihyo, you could barely look at Jihyo when she wore taut, tight fitting shirts to work out. Having her know you thought she was pretty was one thing, but to have her catch you openly staring at her chest…

“Ah~!” you were closer to your climax than you had thought. You accidentally let out a whimper and cursed, pausing for a moment in case you’d been caught. You only stopped to listen for a second or two though, more interested in getting off than whether or not someone had heard you.

But Jihyo, whose room was next to yours, woke up to the sound of what sounded like a muffled groan. She was confused at first, unable to tell where the sound was coming from or what it was.

She opened her door quietly and listened. The sound had definitely come from your room. At first she thought maybe you were crying, but then she realized the sounds she was hearing weren’t crying whimpers, they were sounds of pleasure. Jihyo was mesmerized as she listened to you for a few moments, then she quietly padded down to Nayeon’s room.

A few minutes later, Jihyo emerged from the bedroom with Nayeon in tow.

“Are you sure you heard what you thought you heard?” Nayeon whispered as they approached your room. She wiped the sleep from her eyes, still a little tired from being woken up early.

“Just listen,” Jihyo whispered back as they approached your room.

But not only did they listen, they watched.

They really hadn’t meant to, but your open door gave them a very, very good view. Nayeon was fully awake now as she took in the sight in front of her: a very naked you with your hand working diligently between your legs, eyes shut and brow knit in concentration.

And that’s when, unbeknownst to you, you really slipped up: you sighed, murmuring their names. Nayeon instantly started to get hard when she heard “Nayeon-ah,” fall from your lips.

Meanwhile, Jihyo blushed, her eyes widening with curiosity. She was about to reach for your door to give you some privacy, but a sudden “please, Hyo…” from you made her stop dead in her tracks. Her own cock twitched with arousal in her boxers.

Nayeon couldn’t stand to just watch anymore. She cleared her throat lightly, making you freeze and open your eyes.

You looked up. To your absolute horror, Nayeon and Jihyo were standing in your doorway. Nayeon smirked; Jihyo looked surprised, but amused.

“Well good morning, Y/N,” Nayeon said, breaking the silence.

You started reaching for a blanket to cover yourself with, but Nayeon quickly stepped inside with Jihyo following. This had to be a dream.

“What’s the blanket for? You want to stop?” the two of them were at the foot of your bed now, Nayeon with a fake pout on her lips. “Didn't it feel good?”

“Those were our names, right?” Jihyo added, feigning innocence. “Is there something you need from us?”

You were frozen. This was not a dream. As you looked back and forth between them, you were grateful they weren’t scarred for life at what they’d walked into, but was this real? More wetness leaked out of you– your body certainly hoped it would be.

“I-” you stammered. “I didn’t mean—”

“I think you did,” Nayeon cut you off, crawling onto your bed. “Go on,” she said, looking pointedly between your legs and then back up at you. “Don’t let us stop you.”

Your hand almost followed her direction, but you hesitated, feeling vulnerable suddenly.

“Aww, are you shy now?” Nayeon asked, with no trace of sympathy in her voice. She took off her shirt, allowing you a good look at not only her chest, but the bulge growing beneath her boxers. “That’s alright, Y/N. I’ll show you if you show me.”

Your eyes widened as she proceeded to pull out her cock. At full mast, her dick was of significant length and veiny like her hands. You were transfixed as you watched Nayeon start to slowly fist her hand over her aching member.

“Ah, ah,” Jihyo’s voice snapped you back to attention. “Show us how wet you are.”

Your face burned at the command, but you nodded. You sat up a bit as you spread your legs the way you had before, hand dipping back down to stroke your soaked clit.

Jihyo’s mouth fell open slightly as she watched you. Unable to refrain from touching herself anymore, Jihyo’s shirt and boxers soon joined Nayeon’s on the floor and she quietly began to stroke her own cock.

“Look at you,” Nayeon cooed as she watched you squirm. Your soaked pussy clenched around nothing. Touching yourself felt good, but you were unwilling to let yourself get off. If this was your chance to feel Nayeon and Jihyo inside you, you were going to take it. Nayeon seemed to read your mind. “I think you deserve more than just your hand to help you, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Need more.”

Nayeon nodded, inching closer. “I think so, too. Turn over for me?”

You found yourself obeying her quickly. As soon as you were on all fours, Nayeon came up behind you. You let out a gasp when you felt her fingers roam lightly over your clit. She teased you for a bit, planting light kisses down your shoulder and back before taking some of your wetness for her cock.

You felt the bed shift and turned to look behind you. Jihyo had positioned herself right behind Nayeon. Her eyes went back and forth from your pussy to Nayeon’s dick, waiting her turn as patiently as she could. You caught her eye and Jihyo smiled slyly back at you. The way she was looking at you made you feel small, but you liked the attention.

There was no going back now. You turned your attention back to Nayeon.

“Nayeon,” you murmured, shamelessly arching your back so she could see how wet and ready your pussy was for her.

“Ready for me?” Nayeon moved closer to you, preparing your cunt as she rubbed the head of her cock along the folds of your entrance. You were about to beg, but then finally she was entering you, making both of you moan.

“God, you’re tight,” Nayeon hissed as she took her time bottoming out in you.

Her cock filled you completely; you could practically feel her in your stomach. This was exactly what you’d been craving for months. Every thought about being self-conscious, what you had to do that week, errands, breakfast plans– every relevant thought had simply left your head. You could only focus on Nayeon’s long cock and the way she felt inside you.

You clenched around Nayeon’s length, making her gasp.

“Fuck, Y/N,” she said through gritted teeth. She grabbed hold of your hips, bringing your ass up a bit higher. Your front end sank down into the bed.

“There you go, baby,” Nayeon said. The pet name made your heart race, you leaned back a bit, pressing yourself against her while she went deeper. “What a view.” The older girl started to slowly pick up her pace. “You really should masturbate with your door open more often.”

You could only moan desperately in response, too distracted by Nayeon thrusting in and out of you to form a coherent reply.

Noticing the reaction Nayeon’s words got from you, Jihyo spoke up too.

“I bet she wanted us to see her,” she said. “Is that why you left your door open? So we could watch?”

You nearly wailed in response, hands desperately gripping your sheets while Nayeon increased to a relentless pace, pounding into you hard.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” Jihyo’s voice continued to torment you. “You look so pretty taking all of that cock, kitten. You’ll have no problem taking me next, will you?”

Hearing Jihyo call you ‘kitten’ was enough to make your eyes roll back for a second or two. You could hardly think, barely managing a weak nod for Jihyo.

“Good girl.” Jihyo’s praise felt just as satisfying as Nayeon having her way with you.

The older girl was getting close to her release. She hadn't expected you to feel this good. She pushed you all the way down into the bed save for your hips, which she held with a deathly strong grip as she mounted you from behind on your bed. Her strokes were deep, fast and consistent.

“Y/N— close,” was all Nayeon could manage to say. The harder she fucked you and the longer she held you down, the deeper you slid into submission. You’d do anything, you realized, to make her cum. And not only did you want to make her cum, you wanted it for yourself.

“N-Nayeon,” your voice was hoarse, muffled against the sheets. “Don’t pull out.”

“Oh fuck,” Nayeon grunted. “You want it that bad, baby? Want me to fill you?”

“Please, please,” you begged, now on the verge of tears from all of the stimulation. “Use me.”

Nayeon cursed when she heard that. It sent her over the edge; her hips slammed into you and then slowly stilled as she came, emptying herself into you greedily.

“Good girl, take it all,” she said, pulling you back and forth over her cock a few times to push her seed in deeper. When she felt she had fucked her load into you thoroughly, she pulled out. Nayeon grabbed your ass, taking time to feel you up before sitting back. As you pushed yourself back up from your mattress, some of her load trickled down your thighs.

“My turn,” Jihyo said, growing impatient. Nayeon moved over, eyeing Jihyo’s cock curiously as she made room for the younger girl.

With Jihyo’s help, you flipped over onto your back. She made her way between your legs, admiring your body for a few moments as you caught your breath. “Jesus,” she said, using two fingers to play with your swollen clit. “You really should have left your door open ages ago.”

With your permission, she plunged two fingers into your core, making you whine. She watched as you desperately tried to grind yourself down onto her fingers.

“Poor thing,” Jihyo teased, “Does your cunt need more cum?” She finally took off her shirt, revealing the rest of her body to you. You couldn’t help but stare up at her.

She huffed softly in amusement. “Like what you see?” Jihyo’s voice was soft but authoritative.

“Yes,” you breathed. Your gaze dropped down to her waist, and then lower. Her throbbing member stood up against her stomach, and you watched as she pumped her length a few times. Her cock wasn’t as long as Nayeon’s but god, it was thick. Her own hand didn’t fully wrap around her dick, and you were suddenly grateful you’d taken Nayeon first.

While Jihyo repositioned herself, brushing the tip of her cock against your clit, you saw Nayeon out of the corner of your eye. She was getting hard again and her hand made its way back to her shaft.

The next thing you knew, Jihyo was letting out a low groan, almost a growl as she slid into you. You nearly cried out from the feeling, the sound getting caught in your throat and replaced with a gasp.

She reached down to play with your clit as she carefully stretched you over her thick cock. You both took your time, with Jihyo and Nayeon both praising you sweetly every time you got another inch of her inside of you.

“Oh my god,” Jihyo could barely contain herself when she was finally all the way in. Your cunt was warm, wet and irresistibly tight around her throbbing cock.

She wanted to give you more time to adjust, but Jihyo’s need overcame her finally. “Can I move?” she asked, and you nodded, reaching to hold onto her forearms.

She started excruciatingly slowly at first, both of you sighing and moaning as her hips began to find a rhythm. Your body rocked in sync with hers, and after a minute, you ground your hips against hers, letting her know she could pick up her pace if she wanted.

With a devious smile on her lips, Jihyo really began to take off then. The sounds of wet skin on skin filled the room as she thrust into you, your headboard gently knocking against the wall.

“Look at you taking my cock so well,” Jihyo praised, touching your cheek tenderly.

“Doesn’t her pussy feel good?” Nayeon asked Jihyo, who nodded. “She’s dripping onto her sheets.”

Jihyo leaned over you as she continued to fuck you, pinning you down beneath her. Her short hair tickled your forehead when she looked down at you, that’s how close she was, but what really distracted you was her chest bouncing right in front of your face.

Your mouth watered. You tilted your head slightly to lick one of her small, pink buds.

“Ah–” Jihyo’s eyes were locked on yours, a quick nod letting you know you could continue. Her pace stuttered for a moment shortly after as she watched you take one of her nipples in your mouth.

She threw her head back when you began to swirl your tongue over it, gently licking and biting.

For a moment you thought the roles had switched, but then Jihyo resumed her pace. A particularly hard thrust caused your mouth to pop open and release her, making Nayeon laugh and Jihyo smirk.

“Can’t focus when you’re getting fucked so deep, can you, kitten?” Nayeon’s voice made heat rise to your face. The way she spoke to you made you leak more, your juices coating Jihyo’s cock.

“Look at me, baby,” Jihyo’s command made you tear your eyes away from Nayeon quickly. “Where do you want me to cum?” she asked.

“In me,” you answered immediately. You went to put your hands on Jihyo’s waist to bring her closer, but she stopped you, pinning your wrists down to the bed momentarily.

“Hang on,” Jihyo’s voice was low in your ear, “Can you do something for me first, angel?”

“Yes,” you breathed, wanting nothing more than to please her. She smiled, leaning in to lick your neck. You shivered with pleasure.

“I’ll fill you up just like Nayeon did,” Jihyo said, starting to thrust into you again, “But only if you cum for me first. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl and cum on my cock?”

You nodded wordlessly, clenching involuntarily around her dick. It made Jihyo’s breath hitch.

“Nayeon?” Jihyo asked, and suddenly Nayeon was beside her. The older girl’s unattended, hard cock gently knocked against her inner thigh.

You were so distracted by it that you didn’t even notice Nayeon’s hand moving down between your legs at first. Jihyo’s strokes became deeper and slower so you could focus on Nayeon’s fingers as she rubbed and circled your clit, paying extra attention to movements that seemed to help get you close.

“Shit,” you cursed, closing your eyes. “Y-you’re really gonna….” You trailed off. Your breathing became a little shallower as you realized you were close to climaxing. Your body began to tremble a little, your own release about to overtake you.

“Gonna make me– yes, there,” you started to babble as Jihyo’s strokes and Nayeon’s fingers touched you in just the right spots. “R-right there, yes, oh p-please don’t stop, please please d-don’t st–” you cried out as your orgasm washed over you, hips bucking as you came on Jihyo’s cock like she asked. Your cunt pulsed from the immense pleasure, slick cum leaking out of you and down her cock.

“God,” Jihyo said, giving you a few seconds to recover. Nayeon took her hand away, making sure you watched as she licked her fingers clean. You wished she would put her fingers in your mouth, but you didn’t have time to ask because a moment later, all you could focus on was Jihyo.

Your cum had made it even easier for her to slide in and out of you, and now she was picking up speed again. Seeking her own pleasure, all you could do was throw your arms around Jihyo’s shoulders, clawing at her back lightly while she fucked you at a surprisingly fast pace.

Your mewls gradually turned to whines and cries the longer and harder she fucked you, real tears running down your cheeks as she continued to use you. Just when you thought you couldn’t possibly take any more, Jihyo let out a sharp cry and then came, burying her cock deep and spilling her load into you. After you both caught your breath, she thrust slowly a couple more times for good measure, mixing her load with Nayeon’s. She was coated with cum and slick when she pulled out.

You desperately wanted to offer to suck her clean, but you could barely move, your body too ruined from the rounds of sex.

Nayeon, hard again, looked at Jihyo’s wet cock as hungrily as you did for a few moments. No one won the pleasure of cleaning up Jihyo though, because then that reality of what you’d all just done finally hit you.

“We should, you know, probably talk about all of this,” Jihyo said once she’d recovered. She tucked her hair behind her ears and sat back patiently, as if waiting for someone else to start the conversation.

“Yeah…” was all you said, your eyes locked on Nayeon’s stiff cock.

Jihyo looked at you and then at Nayeon, who licked her lips as she finally looked up from staring at Jihyo’s dick. “Hm? What?” she asked.

Jihyo rolled her eyes. “We all fuck one time and now you can’t think of anything else?” she said.

“Oh come on, Hyo,” Nayeon said. “You’re literally getting hard again right now.”

The younger girl blushed. “I am not!” She pursed her lips as she looked down; she lied, she was already at half mast again. “I- fine. Okay maybe, if everyone’s down… one more round and then we talk about this?”

#twice imagines #gp!twice #nayeon x f!reader #jihyo x f!reader #gp!nayeon #gp!jihyo #g!p twice

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avatarkv · 1 year

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(My heart is,) squeeze it apart, it’s fine.

✎ Synopsis ! The clan could sense Ao’nung’s brooding figure from a mile away, more hostile than ever. What more could he handle once he figures out you’re already spoken for?

Content & warning ¡ Ao'nung x Reader! They are both idiots in love. Second part to (Uh-oh! I think you're holding the heart of mine!)

“You have been out more recently,” The voice of your mother startled you, making you immediately stop dead on your tracks with a groan. You had not expected her to be home so early, especially that the day was just about to set. You sharply turned to her, shoulders tense, and tight-lipped. For a second, you felt younger– remembering the nights you stood the same after being caught red-handed for sneaking out and returning home late, but it was different this time and you know it.

“Eywa had blessed me lavishly,” You presented her your woven satchel full of banana, yovo, and a handful of other fruits. There wasn’t much meat, however, but you’ve caught enough that could last for days. You let it sit outside to clean later on, “Father won’t have to hunt for a few weeks.”

“Ao’nung had visited,” She eyed you knowingly, trying to put two and two together. “Again.”

You rolled your eyes and dropped your satchel from your sore shoulder. You were desperately trying to avoid him and while you have been successful in doing so, you could never escape your prying mother. Weeks had passed since Ao’nung apologized back at your safe place and you haven’t looked back since. You fled– feeling the weight of his words burn like acid rapidly spiraling out your stomach instead of the relief you’ve been yearning all these years.

Let me grow old with you and I promise to be wiser.

The way your face grimaced after, retracting from his touch so hurriedly was another punch to the gut.

Don’t go there, Ao’nung. You don’t know what you’re saying.

He said it so sincerely– so heart-wrenching that you would have given yourself right there and then, but you knew better than to quell his sorry conscience. You fled, leaving him with his bare heart in his hand with nothing but the whistling wind to accompany him. Only then did he realize how lonely it was to be there without you to fill in the spaces; how this sanctuary was just any other place without your presence. He left hours later.

The olo’eyktan’s son was still hopeful, despite the many blisters on his already red fingers and the sharp slaps from his sister– who knew weaving was this difficult? Tsireya was an unforgiving mentor, immediately scolding him for every wrong pattern and shaming him of his poor choice of color and beads. She was keen on helping him work on his apology; it would have been a big fat lie if she said he didn’t improve tremendously. (she’s pertaining to his development as a whole, not his weaving skills. he sucks ass, but he’s trying!)

He delivered the various handcrafted accessories himself as well as the tops and loincloths he made, hoping that you’d answer him personally– but he was always greeted by his mother and her sorry smile. She’s out hunting. I have not seen her since this morning. She left to train. Ao’nung would immediately slump his shoulders, bidding her goodbye with a frown gracing his features.

“You tire the poor boy,”

“And I am worn out myself, mother.” You argued.

“Then at least tell him,” She gave you a stern look, “If it’s not him, it’s Ts’ute.” The people were no stranger to gossip; their eyes could tell even the smallest of changes amongst the clan and they’re quick to spread it like wildfire, so it was no surprise either that you and the olo’eyktan’s son were the subject of everyone’s whispers. The usual shadow that trailed behind Ao’nung like a second tail was nowhere to be found anymore and he grew more hostile and impatient– it didn’t take long for everyone to take two and two together.

You weren’t just known for your obvious fondness towards Ao’nung– you were top of your class; strong-hearted and skillful, you’d be the talk amongst the men your age. The moment people got the memo, they were quick to advance– to knock on your door with their hearts to offer and your mother did not turn a blind eye to any of it, Ts’ute included. He was a fearless hunter himself and loved by many.

“Why must you determine my heart?”

“Because you cannot speak of what it desires most. You’re holding yourself back and you know it very well.”

You couldn’t think of any more reply because you knew damn well she was right, so you headed right for the exit. On your way out, you were face to face with an eager Ts’ute. His ears lifted in surprise and you fought back the groan that threatened to leave your mouth. You gave him a tight-lipped smile, slightly nodding to acknowledge his presence. “Ma __, I come bearing fruits from our hunt.”

You walked past him, hands tightly gripping the satchel that bore a few fruits you wished to give Tsireya. “And have you forgotten I was a part of that very hunt, Ts’ute? I’ve brought enough for my family, share it with others instead.”

He hurriedly ran beside you, “Then allow me to walk with you, please.”

You let him join you, eyes scanning the place for your friend while you walked. You could feel him stealing glances, admiring the way your forehead would slowly crease or how you bit your bottom lip when you were deep in thought. “You are meaner to yourself than he ever was, have you realized that? You still seek for him” Ts’ute suddenly said, head turning to look at him.

You sighed, already knowing where this conversation would lead. “It is not my intention. You cannot just undo years of me pining over him, it’s not easy to just– unlearn something you have terribly lived for all your life.” your head hung low in shame as you rambled. It was wrong for you to vent about another man to your suitor, but you couldn’t help but pour your frustrations out on him.

“Believe me, I know.” He grabbed your wrist to stop you from walking any farther. His hand caressed your cheek and as much as you tried to appreciate the warmth of his calloused palm, it was foreign and distant. He wasn’t him and you resented the fact that you still did seek for him. You felt extremely guilty with the way he looked at you; still full of anticipation– of hope and you hate to be the one to crush it completely. “Tell me you want this, __, or you’ll never hear from me ever again.”

You thought about it. You really did. Ts’ute was an absolute catch, the clan’s golden boy. You’d be happy with him and you know it, but the thought lingered on the back of your mind— Ao’nung. Oh great mother, even if he was nowhere to be seen, he was still able to become a pain in your ass. You appreciated Ts’ute, truly, but the olo’eyktan’s son was a different kind of stubborn that you couldn’t just shake off.

You loved him— adored him to no end and while you hated him for it, Eywa makes no mistakes. With a solemn sigh, you could only give him an apologetic look, borderline embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Ts’ute.” You took his hand that caressed your face, “You deserve a love that could reciprocate, but I believe I have been spoken for all my life.”

He retracted his hand from your hold, much to his dismay, and only nodded his head in defeat. “Tsireya is just near the shore. You should find her there.”

He left you there completely unmoving. Unbeknownst to you, the same gaze lingered from a far, watching the scene unfold. Ao’nung’s grasp tightened around the necklace he had just finished and knew there and then that he was a lost man already and he was the only one to blame. He couldn’t bear how his heart sank, but he also couldn’t walk away, almost like it anchored his entirety down.

He left an hour later, necklace buried somewhere on the sand and his heart near it.

You had not heard of Ao’nung for weeks and it confused you terribly– no sight of him nor any news. It was like he vanished from your eyes, never to be seen again. The gifts stopped coming as well and although you never properly acknowledged it, you kept one of his hand-crafted bracelets around your wrist. It felt right to have something of his near. You hoped for another chance to rekindle inside, even just a tiny speck of light that could encourage you to keep holding onto the already seeping warmth of fondness– to tell you that turning Ts’ute down was a good thing and you had not just doomed your romance forever.

And right now, you felt ridiculed– on top of that, alone. You were back at your safe place after all the time you’ve neglected it, peacefully washing your hair and removing the braids and beads. You hummed while you got rid of all the little shells and situated them between the rocks, not noticing the approaching figure behind.

“Congratulations,” You visibly flinched, immediately turning your head to the devil itself. Ao’nung sat on the edge, slightly swinging his feet on the water.

“Congratulations? What are you doing here– where have you been?” You couldn’t help the questions. This very man was gone only to reappear with a congratulations. You were out of your mind, even going as far as saying that his presence was only a hallucination from all the days you kept wishing for him.

“I have heard.” His vague responses were only drilling further your curiosity and it did not help the growing frustration that slowly spiraled from your stomach.

“I do not know what you mean, Ao’nung.”

“You’ve chosen,” his lips would close tightly and his shoulders would slump from every sharp short breath he took. It was an impulsive decision for him to march here, to finally have the guts to face you. He couldn’t run from it anymore– he had to face the consequences of his own stupidity. “And I wish you happiness, really. I really, really, really do,”

“Ao’nung–”

“I hope you get everything your heart has ever yearned for and I hope to never hear a thing about it,” His voice was shaky, words tumbling over one another. Ao’nung had lowered his body down the water to come near you and you moved not even one bit. You took in the raw emotions written all over his face; the desperation in his tone, his vulnerable stance– he came bare and absolutely miserable. “It’s selfish of me, __, truly selfish of me, but I will never be satisfied.”

“Ao’nung, please let me talk.”

“My title, everything– I would have let it be damned. I would have gladly stepped down to take your hand instead.”

You exhaled deeply and frustratedly reached up to cup his face, finally closing the gap between you and Ao’nung. For a moment, he was too stunned to respond, breath hitching and heart entirely warm to the core– the kiss spoke of all the things left unsaid. He held your nape to deepen the kiss and it was like a dam had burst inside you. Your lips were soft and he was a starved man– you were everything he had terribly craved for and he wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of you against him. You could feel your heart pounding against his chest and you knew that his was racing just as quickly.

He was wrong– so wrong. To push you away, to embarrass you, everything. It didn’t matter if it took him forever to make it up to you, didn’t matter if he had to bleed out and show you his heart himself. He was an idiot, an idiot beyond grateful that you still took him in.

“I declined Ts’ute,” You said, breathless.

“I think the kiss explained enough, alright.” He chuckled and you could only push him away in embarrassment, the confidence completely leaving your entirety the moment his cockiness returned. Ao’nung pulled you back in an embrace, his eyes never leaving yours and you swore the butterflies inside your stomach fluttered violently– he looked at you like you had hung the stars yourself, so delicate and full of love. “I see you, __. I mean it.”

“You better.”

☆ mauve here! i know i said i was gonna include neteyam BUT MY HEART COULDNT CHOOSE BETWEEN THEM bec yk im running to neteyam in an instant. not edited nor proof read so feel free to point out any mistakes! i am extremely tired and it's quarter to 4 in the morning. idk if this felt rush augh

tags: @aonungsmate @dearstell (it felt appropriate to add you in the tag, but if it bothers you i will gladly put it down immediately !!)

#mauve writes ☆#ao'nung #ao'nung x reader #ao'nung x fem!reader #angst #avatar #avatar the way of water #tsireya #aonung

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Please be selfish (aka the three times Alejandro and Rudy hooked up before they got together)

Alejandro and Rudy have been friends for a very long time. It was only natural that they'd explore each other's bodies every now and then - excited but nervous kids about to enlist, drunken celebrations after a big win, and a desperate need to cling onto each other after a mission gone wrong. Rudy has loved Alejandro for as long as he could remember. He'd take anything that Alejandro was willing to give him. He loved without the expectation of being loved back. But perhaps Alejandro has been starting to develop his own feelings.

ao3 link if people prefer (with full tags)

this is for you AleRudy fandom 💖💖 i hope you like it! (trust me, it's a delicious read)

~8500 words

The first time that Alejandro and Rudy slept together was a week before they enlisted in the army. They both promised their families that they would wait until after they had graduated before enlisting. Although this promise was more to appease their families rather than for themselves, it turned out to work in their favour in the end.

They decided that they’d sign up the week after their ceremony. It gave them a chance to celebrate with family, sort out their belongings, catch up with friends, and say their temporary goodbyes to anyone they could.

Graduating was a big deal for both of their families, especially Alejandro’s whose parents and grandparents rarely got to see that achievement for themselves. So they waited. Family celebrations were planned for the daytime and when night rolled around, the two of them would sneak out with their friends. With beers in hand and under the safety of peaceful darkness, they walked the streets one last time of their home, their hearts filled with a stubborn unwillingness to admit the uncertainty they felt about when they would ever get the chance to come back.

This had always been their plan, the two of them enlisting together.

There was a music festival happening a couple towns over and Rudy bought tickets for it, an impromptu plan for the last time they would be “civilians” they had joked. One final slice of normalcy.

Since Rudy couldn’t take the family car for the whole weekend and Alejandro had sold his a couple weeks ago, they had to wake up early to catch one of the rare buses that passed through Las Almas. In situations like these, they always slept the previous night at Alejandro’s because his house was much closer to the bus line. It was normal for them during special events, school trips, or really anything that required them to get up early since Rudy couldn’t trust an earthquake to wake Alejandro up on time.

After eating dinner with the Vargas family and watching a movie with Alejandro’s very opinionated siblings, the two of them turned in for the night like usually did. They had no issues sharing a bed, even when they were kids, although they’d grown a lot while the mattress had not.

In the darkness, Rudy looked up at the ceiling and waited for his eyelids to become heavy with sleep. Next to him, Alejandro was tossing more than usual, also unable to go to sleep.

Rudy had just begun to fruitlessly count sheep when Alejandro spoke up.

“We’ll be gone on Monday…” he said quietly, letting the words hang in the air. Outside, the wind battered the side of the house. Muffled voices emanated from the television downstairs.

“I know…” Rudy replied.

“And our lives will be completely different.”

Rudy turned his head to face Alejandro.

“Having second thoughts?” he joked quietly, letting a teasing smile pull at his lips.

“No,” Alejandro replied firmly before a flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes. “I mean, no, but…” he trailed off and let out a quick sigh. “You ever think about things that we never got to do?”

“Like what?” Rudy asked.

“I’ve been thinking about what Luis said to me the other day,” Alejandro started, keeping his eyes peeled to the ceiling. It was uncharacteristically timid. “He said that, how could he truly know what he wanted if he never tried it in the first place. And that he needed to try everything.”

Rudy vaguely remembered the conversation.

“Wasn’t he talking about eating blue cheese for the first time? Like he always assumed he would hate it ‘cause it had mold but he’d never tried it.”

“Well… yes, but I think there’s so much more to it. I don’t want to have regrets.”

A stagnant gear started to roughly churn in Rudy’s mind.

“But we’re not talking about food,” he stated, “are we?”

Alejandro remained silent.

“I mean, I’m sure there are a million things we haven’t experienced yet,” Rudy said, “but there are a million things yet to come as well. Do you feel like you wanted to do something different in high school? To me it seemed like you had a pretty good time.”

Even in the dark, Rudy could see how Alejandro’s jaw clenched with uncertainty.

“Unlucky soldiers die in basic training every year…”

“Don’t say that!” Rudy said, feeling as though his mother had possessed his body for the scolding. “That’s not going to happen.”

Alejandro slowly sat up as if his body was heavy to move and rested his back against the headboard, the covers bunching around his waist.

“I feel as though there are so many things I want to do…”

Rudy also sat up. “We don’t have to go to the festival,” he offered. “We can do something else if you want to.”

Alejandro shook his head. “It’s not that.”

“Well then, what is it?”

Alejandro gripped his hands in front of him, nervously wringing them. “I’ve… I’ve been thinking about something for a while and I never really knew how to go about it or figure out what I even wanted and there wasn’t anyone I wanted to do it with, well, besides you. I didn’t want to with anyone else because it would be so different and I already trusted you but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to and it was hard to ask and, I mean, the time never really came around and this isn’t really what people expect from me and-”

“Slow it down,” Rudy interrupted, trying to soothe Alejandro’s increasing tension. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“You’ve…” Alejandro trailed off before taking a breath to gather himself. “You’ve been with a man…”

“…yeah?” Rudy replied, caught off guard by Alejandro’s question which he already knew the answer to.

For the first time since their conversation started, Alejandro met Rudy’s eye. The brazen confidence Rudy was used to seeing in Alejandro had been shattered.

“I guess… I think…” Alejandro said, stumbling over his words. “I want to ask you something and if you don’t want to then that’s okay and I’ll never ask again and we can move on. It’s only if you want to as well, I wouldn’t want to push you.”

Alejandro flicked his eyes downward and slipped his hand overtop of Rudy’s, awkward and hesitant, but also warm and comforting. Rudy looked down at their hands, feeling a tidal wave of emotions come crashing down on him.

“I want to be with you,” Alejandro finished, clasping their fingers together. “I… I want to fuck you…”

Rudy whipped his head up and couldn’t help the way his mouth fell open a sliver. His heart felt like it had leaped into his throat.

He knew he had been in love with Alejandro for a long time now. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Alejandro had never expressed any interest in anyone besides women before. In the past two years, he had really grown into his looks – the increase in height and muscle also helping to gain the attention from women which he was happy to receive.

In contrast, Rudy had had a few short term boyfriends in that time. They were all nice, Rudy didn’t have any complaints, but they all deserved better than someone who could never have offered their whole heart.

Rudy had kept his yearning a secret, stealing looks and glances and cherishing everything they already had.

He loved Alejandro. He loved his kindness and how he was always the first person to offer to share his lunch with someone who didn’t have one, or to offer a ride, or to do a favour. It was as if he never had to think about it.

Alejandro could be fiery and stubborn but it stemmed from his passionate loyalty about those he cared about. He wanted to do the right thing. He cared for all of his younger siblings, even picking a fight or two in his day with another kid that was picking on them.

He laughed without reservation and lived unabashedly.

But there were also the quiet moments. He vocalized his doubts for only Rudy to hear. He supported Rudy when he had lost his grandfather, even just the comforting silence of sitting next to each other being enough sometimes. He wished and dreamed like any boy would, yet always found a space for Rudy in his outlandish fantasies.

Rudy loved Alejandro even though he knew that he would never be loved back.

Rudy froze. He’d lost track of the number of times he had imagined what Alejandro’s lips would taste like. Or dreamt about them touching, gasping out each other’s names.

But right now, Rudy’s hand felt like it was on fire, every spot tingling with need where Alejandro’s clasped his. Alejandro might have been uncertain with his words, but he was watching Rudy with such calmness, patiently waiting for a response.

A million yes’s and a million no’s crossed his mind all at once in a confusing swirl of thoughts that each demanded his attention.

But he could never say no to Alejandro. He didn’t want to.

And god, he wanted.

“Okay…” he breathed out.

Something changed in Alejandro’s eyes underneath his carefully controlled expression; there was a flicker of light as they shined brightly in the darkness.

“Yeah…?” he said quietly.

“Yeah…” Rudy nodded.

The corner of Alejandro’s mouth was pulled up into the faintest smile and he dropped his eyes, chuckling to himself. The energy was infectious and Rudy found himself letting out a breathy chuckle himself as his own nerves bubbled up to the surface.

Alejandro then looked up again, a hardened glimmer of confidence in them once again. He put his hands on both sides of Rudy’s face and pulled him in for a kiss, just as he had countless girls before.

As soon as their lips touched, Rudy felt his heart flutter intensely in his chest, the feeling of everything he’d dreamed about coming true almost overwhelming.

It was awkward and clumsy, the two of them taking their time. It wasn’t perfect, they didn’t know exactly what to do, their hands wandered without purpose or intent sometimes. They laughed at themselves, giving each other moments to relieve the eager nervousness they both felt. But they were also excited, smiles easily breaking their kisses with giddiness.

It was clumsy, it was messy, it was gentle.

But it was everything Rudy could have hoped for.

When they were finished, panting, letting out relieved laughs, Alejandro leaned in for one final kiss.

“Thank you,” he said against Rudy’s lips as he pulled back and soon the two of them fell asleep.

The next morning, they jolted out of bed at the sound of their alarm. Without much leisure time before catching the bus, they quickly got ready and left the house. Once on the bus, it was full of people which didn’t lend itself well for talking.

They arrived at the festival and organized their day, planning out each hour to make the most of the weekend. They met some interesting people, floating between groups and events. The first night they were dead tired and fell asleep as soon as they hit the bed. The next day was the same.

On the bus ride back to Las Almas, they were approached by a woman that had wild, but long, stories to tell, practically filling up the entire ride back.

Soon Monday rolled around and they were focused on packing up their belongings and saying goodbye. They never truly talked about what had happened but they both chalked it up to a quick one night stand amongst friends. They were nervous about what they were leaving behind, what the future was going to hold. There wasn’t much else to it.

At least that’s what Rudy told himself.

Alejandro still smiled at Rudy the same way, that brilliant smile that lit up any room he was in. Rudy focused on enjoying that smile.

If he did that well enough, he could ignore the longing.

---

The second time that Alejandro and Rudy slept together wasn’t until many years later. The first couple years of their time in the military was spent just honing their skills and – in Rudy’s case – trying to keep Alejandro out of trouble.

Alejandro was brash and opinionated. He questioned authority, of which the irony was not lost on Rudy considering their choice of career. Rudy liked this about Alejandro, but there was a time and place for such things.

Things went back to normal with them. Well… it was not as though things had ever changed really, but they remained best friends, albeit with more guns, fighting, and danger. Tomorrow wasn’t given, especially as the two of them quickly separated themselves from the rest of the soldiers. Soon they were both recruited into Mexican Special Forces.

They focused on their jobs, the Narcos, their country, trying to put some good out into the world. He’d follow Alejandro wherever he went. It was always to the two of them.

It wasn’t always easy. They lost people along the way – their brothers and sisters who sacrificed themselves for the fight. But they kept going. They had a goal.

And they had each other.

They would win some and they would lose some.

But today, they were celebrating.

They’d just taken down the leader of a massive cartel in an operation that had lasted two years. Two years of intel and infiltration and surveillance and fighting.

And they’d done it.

After weeks of meticulous planning, they raided the compound, all of those sleepless nights strategizing ultimately paying off. There were also no casualties from their team.

They took the drug lord into custody despite his ruthless attempt to escape. They had more than enough evidence to gather at the compound and he was handed over to the authorities. Like dominoes, the rest of the Narcos started turning on each other, trying to save themselves in the fallout.

As a result of the successful mission, Alejandro was offered the rank of Colonel, something he’d been working towards for years. Rudy wasn’t ashamed to admit how proud and happy he felt for his friend.

So they were celebrating.

With their team, they made their way to a bar close by to the base they were staying at. Alejandro bought the first round, a gesture that was met with gracious roaring and cheering from the rest of the soldiers.

Everyone did deserve it as well. Martinez hadn’t missed a single shot with his sniper rifle. Delgado had been quick on her feet to find a new tunnel into the compound when their initial one had been caved in. Gutierrez cut the power and telephone signals at the exact moment they needed it. Rosas had been a tank once inside the compound, nothing stopping him from moving forward.

With light hearts and hearty laughs, they spent the evening in the bar, happily chatting and mingling with one another and with civilians. They continued to drink, letting the beer and liquor flow easily. The familiar warmth spread across Rudy’s chest and cheeks, the wave of happiness feeling addictive.

Rudy and Alejandro were sat at the bar, facing each other while they happily talked about everything and nothing. It was refreshing to not be talking about life or death for once. This mission had taken so much of their time recently, it was like a huge weight had been lifted off their shoulders.

Alejandro waved down the bartender and put up two fingers. Rudy raised his eyebrows when Alejandro met his eye again.

“What have you bought this time?” he asked with a laugh.

Alejandro smirked but kept his secret, waiting a couple seconds as they watched the bartender pour out two shots of top shelf tequila. He placed it in front of the two of them and was quickly called away to help someone else at the other end of the bar.

“Alé!” Rudy exclaimed. “You’re spending so much money.”

“It’s fine!” he replied back, lifting up both of the shots. “I got a raise!” He gestured for Rudy to take the shot which he did with an amused smile.

“Cheers,” Alejandro said as the two of them clinked their glasses together.

Rudy dipped the shot back into his mouth, feeling the familiar sharpness slide down his throat. He swallowed and took a deep breath, controlling his reaction. In contrast, Alejandro pinched up his face and shook his head several times, letting out a suppressed cough.

“You know…” Rudy said teasingly as he put the glass back down on the table, “for such a big guy, you’d think you could take shots better…”

With a bashful smile of acceptance, Alejandro also put his glass back down and shook his head.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, turning his full attention back to Rudy. “They said I could command my own team when I became Colonel. Hand pick people and everything. And so why not come up with a name?”

“What are you thinking?” Rudy asked.

A flickering memory danced behind Alejandro’s eyes.

“Los Vaqueros!” he announced proudly. “Remember? Like when we were kids?”

The memory came flooding back to him all at once. When they were young they used to steal brooms from the closet and ride them around, pretending they were cowboys. They eventually were able to collect an eclectic mix of fake guns, cowboys hats, holsters, and vests, living out their fantasies in the large backyard of Rudy’s house.

A small smile tugged at Rudy’s lips, feeling the warmth of being reminded of their past.

“I like it,” Rudy said honestly. “Much better than the boring ones that we get as the default. Maybe it will strike a little bit of fear as well.”

Rather than the joking retort that Rudy expected back, Alejandro was quiet for a second.

“With everything that’s been going on,” he said, a bit more serious, “I haven’t been able to thank you for your help.”

“It was your plan,” Rudy said with a wave. “And it was a good one.”

“But you helped with getting all the information I needed. The blueprints. You turned my crazy ramblings and ideas into reality. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Rudy smiled and dropped his eyes, not exactly sure of how he should respond. He searched his lap as if it would have the words to say.

“I’ll follow you,” he settled on. “Wherever that is.”

When he glanced up again, he was met with another shot being held out for him. With an incredulous scoff, Rudy took the glass.

“I don’t want to hear you complaining tomorrow morning when you check your bank account…”

Alejandro let out a hearty laugh as his smile lit up the room.

That smile.

Just as they tilted their drinks back in unison, someone accidentally bumped into Rudy’s arm, jostling the glass and causing it to spill all over Rudy’s shirt.

“Fucking hell…” Rudy murmured with surprise, quickly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked down at his shirt to see the dark stain of the liquid immediately soaking into the fabric.

A body suddenly close to him caused Rudy to look up again. Alejandro had slipped off the stool and stepped toward Rudy. Without a second to think, Alejandro placed his hand on Rudy’s knee as he stepped in between his legs. He reached forward, Rudy becoming eye level with Alejandro’s chest. He glanced at where Alejandro was reaching, surprised at what was going on.

Alejandro pulled his arm back, a small dish cloth that was clasped in his hand coming into view.

“Here…” Alejandro said, handing over the small towel to Rudy.

“Thanks,” Rudy said, brushing it down over the front of his shirt.

As the cloth wiped over the wet fabric, Rudy was acutely aware of how close Alejandro was standing. He could barely think about what his own hands were doing when all he could focus on were Alejandro’s which continued to linger on Rudy’s knee. His legs were still spread as Alejandro’s body kept them open.

Alejandro didn’t step back.

“You know,” he said teasingly, looking down at Rudy, “for such a big guy, you’d think you could hold onto a shot better…”

Rudy was familiar with the look that was in Alejandro’s eye. He’d seen the man drunk or tipsy countless times before. It was open, without inhibitions, and shining with teasing interest.

Alejandro liked to flirt when he got drunk, eventually running off with some pretty young thing. There was always someone new that pulled his attention away, no matter who it was. On a rare occasion, Rudy was the subject of such attention. He’d play along. That was just who Alejandro was.

He could push Alejandro away, joking about how drunk he was and the two of them would move on.

He could.

But he didn’t want to.

“Thought you were rich now,” Rudy replied with an innocent tilt of his head as he looked up through his eyelashes.

Alejandro narrowed his eyes, the way they glanced down at Rudy’s lips making his heart skip a beat. The corner of his mouth upturned into a smirk. He then gestured at something behind Rudy’s back, briefly tearing his gaze away.

Alejandro could be too intense for some people, his gaze just as sharp sometimes. Having all of his attention was powerful, a feeling that Rudy loved to have. He revelled in the intensity of Alejandro’s eyes, never wanting to escape them.

He pulled forward another shot and handed it to Rudy.

“On me then…” he said with a low voice, leaning in towards Rudy ever so slightly.

Rudy took the glass, his eyes drawn to a small droplet that had flowed out over the edge. As he raised the glass, he flicked his eyes up to meet Alejandro’s unwaveringly. He slowly licked a strip up the glass before his tongue found the rim and he tipped it back.

Alejandro’s eyes darkened as his grip on Rudy’s knee got tighter.

“You take that well…” he murmured close to Rudy’s ear.

Rudy ripped his eyes away as he took a second to put the empty shot glass back down on the bar. When Rudy looked back up at Alejandro, his gaze was transfixed to Alejandro’s pink lips.

He hummed innocently as his hands gripped onto the edge of Alejandro’s shirt.

“I take a lot of things well…” he said playfully, his words heavy with meaning.

Alejandro leaned in to say something into Rudy’s ear again, but they were interrupted by a voice calling out.

“Vargas! Parra!”

They both glanced over at the other side of the bar to where the voice had come from.

A couple of soldiers were standing around a pool table, the one who had called out gesturing at them with a wave.

“Two on two?” he asked.

Alejandro glanced back at Rudy with a teasing smirk, a competitive glint shining brightly in his eye.

“Feel like kicking their ass?” he joked.

Rudy smiled.

“I think it’s our duty.”

Alejandro stepped back so Rudy could get down from the stool. Rudy’s knee still burned with the exact feeling of Alejandro’s warm hand on it, firm but gentle.

As they proceeded to play their game of 2v2 pool, they could barely keep their hands off each other. It was fun, the stolen glances and not so innocent touches. It was dirty jokes into each other’s ear and eyes that looked hungrily. They stood closer than they needed to, laughing, smiling, joking, teasing. Their bodies felt loose and free, enjoying the moment and the atmosphere.

As Rudy stood holding the pool cue and analyzing the table, he felt Alejandro’s body press up against his back. It was a body he’d memorized long ago by sight, his hands still itching to touch it completely. Rudy leaned back slightly into Alejandro’s broad chest as he leaned forward.

“You should go for the six,” Alejandro said into Rudy’s ear, his deep voice rumbling through Rudy’s entire body.

“Good advice,” Rudy said back sarcastically, knowing full well it was the only one they had to get in before the eight ball.

He found his opening and tried to lean over the table, his body instantly bumping into Aleandro’s. He straightened back out.

“Excuse me?” he said innocently with a smile. “I have a ball to get in. Mind giving me some space?”

“Oh,” Alejandro said, the smirk evident in his voice. “Is that what we’re doing here?”

As Rudy rolled his eyes, Alejandro stepped back. Rudy lined up his shot, thrusting the cue towards the white ball and watching the six sink directly into the pocket. He walked around to the other side of the table, meeting Alejandro’s eyes across the way.

“Should I go for the eight?” he joked, feeling self-satisfied as Alejandro remained silent but trailed his eyes up and down him.

Rudy quickly sank the final ball, smugly thanking the boys for the game. He handed the pool cue over before meeting up with Alejandro on the other side of the table again.

“I had a great teacher.”

Alejandro laughed and threw his arm around Rudy’s shoulder, leading the two of them to a table where some of their friends were sitting.

The rest of the evening continued like this until it eventually got late enough to call it a night. They called a car and started to make their way back to the base. As they sat in the backseat, Alejandro’s fingers leisurely traced up and down the side of Rudy’s thigh.

Once they arrived back at the base, they walked down the hallway to their quarters. The stolen glances continued to make Rudy’s heart flutter as they smiled easily, chuckling and bumping shoulders.

They made their way to Rudy’s room first, Alejandro’s being a bit further down the hallway. As they stopped in front of his door, they turned to face each other.

Neither of them spoke, the silence feeling heavy for the first time all night. Alejandro flicked his eyes down to Rudy’s lips then quickly back up again. He opened his mouth to say something before snapping it shut. He shook his head and let out a breathy chuckle, the question about what he was going to say remaining a secret. He gave Rudy a small smile.

“Goodnight, Rodolfo,” he joked quietly, his eyes flickering with warm affection. “It was a fun night.”

As Alejandro took a step back, Rudy’s hand whipped out before he knew what he was doing. He grabbed Alejandro’s hip, his fingers slipping into his belt loop and holding him in place.

Alejandro briefly glanced down at Rudy’s hand then back up at him, a complicated range of emotions flashing behind his eyes. In an instant, it disappeared as if it had never happened. Alejandro stepped closer, Rudy feeling the body heat radiating off the other man.

“I’m your superior now,” he said with quiet confidence, leaning his head in close. His large hands rested on Rudy’s hips and gently pushed them back against the door.

“Then you can make me do anything you want…” Rudy replied, shamelessly brazen despite his rapidly beating heart.

Alejandro smirked.

“What are you suggesting…?”

Rudy wound his hands across Alejandro’s belt, feeling the leather underneath his fingertips. He found the buckle and wrapped his fingers around it, tugging Alejandro even closer.

“Yeah…?” Alejandro said, his lips tantalizingly close to Rudy’s.

“Yeah...” he breathed out, his body pulsating with need.

Alejandro surged forward, pressing their lips together with desperate need. He pressed his body up against Rudy’s, sending a shock of pleasure through his body. They somehow stumbled through the door, tugging each other to the bed, their lips needily nipping at one another the whole time.

With frantic kisses and wandering hands, they tore each other’s clothes off, pleasure being the only thing on their minds.

“It’s been so long since we did this…” Rudy let tumble from his mouth.

“Too long…” Alejandro murmured into Rudy’s skin as he trailed kisses down his chest.

Alejandro had changed a lot, his body larger, his muscles more defined, his hands confident and deft as they drew out Rudy’s pleasured moans with every touch. His kisses made Rudy feel dizzy, lost in a world of bliss that was just the two of them.

After their bodies were thoroughly used and explored, they pulled each other into the washroom for a quick shower. Rudy still felt tipsy, but less on the alcohol and more on the dizzying happiness he felt.

Once they were done, they made their way back into Rudy’s room. Alejandro joked that he was too tired to make it to his own. Rudy knew that it was only at the end of the hall.

But he didn’t say anything.

Soon, tiredness began to pull down at their bodies and Rudy felt his eyelids start to droop. Just as he fell asleep, Rudy thought he felt a hand against his, lacing their fingers together.

When the sun rose the next morning and the haze of the previous night cleared, they could finally take in what had happened. They awkwardly laughed it off, a casual consequence of flowing drinks and happy hearts. A drunken night and need for pleasure.

Still, his hand continued to tingle with the feeling.

---

The third time Alejandro and Rudy slept together was after a mission. In the days leading up to it, they had been fighting, a lot.

Alejandro had gotten it in his head that he had to lead a dangerous mission into Narco territory despite the unnecessary danger it posed. It was a suicide mission.

They’d been arguing for the past several days about it, Rudy trying to convince him not to do it. They needed more time, more intel. They could at least wait for support or continue reconnaissance. They could do something else, anything, that wasn’t walking into the club with targets on their heads.

But Alejandro was stubborn. He knew they were running out of time to save the hostages. Waiting would mean death. But Rudy knew that going in too soon would also mean death.

He tried a million different ways to come up with a better idea or try and talk some sense into Alejandro, but he wasn’t budging. His headstrong nature and bravery were some of the things that Rudy loved about Alejandro, but right now he couldn’t stand it. It was the reckless disregard for his own life that Rudy could never accept.

It frustrated him seeing Alejandro value his own life so little.

Rudy had been begging him not to do it, a heavy pit in his stomach eating him from the inside with dread that something was going to go wrong. He didn’t often have this feeling, but he always trusted it when he did. So did Alejandro.

At least he used to.

It was exhausting, trying to sway the most stubborn man he knew into changing his mind. They’d never fought like this before, instead only having brief spats that accidentally boiled up and out of them during rising moments of tension and uncertainty.

Rudy was getting increasingly heated, frustrated with Alejandro for refusing to listen to him. He was seething at times, needing to walk away from the conversation to cool himself off.

Alejandro who was usually the hotter-headed one in any situation had been surprisingly calm through it all. He refused to speak sometimes, his eyes getting lost in his own thoughts which only frustrated Rudy more.

It had been two days.

They found themselves in Alejandro’s room, arguing once again.

“It’s a suicide mission,” Rudy accused angrily. “Why do you want to kill yourself, huh? ‘Cause that’s what’s going to end up happening. I thought you were smarter than this.”

Alejandro looked tired as he faced a dresser and fiddled with a watch that was resting on top of it. He kept his back turned and his head down as Rudy hurled his words at him.

“I have to do it…” Alejandro responded, almost with dejected acceptance.

“You don’t have to do it,” Rudy shot back. “Someone else can.”

Alejandro picked up the watch and slowly wrapped it around his wrist.

“I can’t send someone on a mission I’m unwilling to do myself.”

Rudy sighed, feeling defeated for even trying. He wanted to scream. He wanted to punch something. He wanted to shake Alejandro until he would listen. There was no talking him out of it. There was only one other thing he could do.

“Fine,” Rudy said, crossing his arms, “but I’m coming with you. You’re obviously not thinking straight and you’ll need me to cover your sorry ass…”

Alejandro continued to avert his eyes, his fingers absentmindedly focusing on the clasp to his watch.

“You’re not coming.”

Rudy scoffed incredulously.

“Like hell I’m not.”

“It’s too dangerous.”

Rudy shook his head in disbelief, his jaw clenching as he tried to control his emotions.

“Gutierrez and Delgado volunteered to go along with your stupid plan,” he said, getting increasingly worked up. “Why can’t I?”

“You’re different, okay?” Alejandro barked out, abruptly spinning around to meet Rudy’s eye for the first time since their conversation started.

Rudy felt rightful indignation burn inside him, his own ugly stubbornness coming to the front. He narrowed his eyes and stepped closer to Alejandro, knowing he was losing his temper but not being able to control himself.

“You can’t make my decisions for me…” he hissed, his unwavering eyes staring daggers at Alejandro. Deep down, it scared him how much this these feelings were being fuelled by bitterness and loathing, but his head was swimming with so much anger that it clouded the rest of his thoughts.

There was a second, just the briefest of seconds, where Alejandro’s eyes wavered. Across them flickered a barrage of emotions, uncertainty and doubt pushing their way to the front despite Alejandro’s best attempt to keep them buried.

It was like the unseen monster that he had kept hidden for so long, even to expert eyes such as Rudy’s. It clawed its way through Alejandro’s body, tearing him up on the inside. There was also something else amongst the uneasiness – there was shame.

Half a second later, it wiped away as if it had never truly been there. Alejandro’s eyes hardened, the warmth that Rudy was used to seeing having completely disappeared and replaced with something distant.

They felt cold.

“You’re not coming!” Alejandro bellowed out, his deep voice filling the entire space of the room. “That’s an order!”

In an instant, it felt like all of the air in the room had been sucked out. A pervasive chill rushed up Rudy’s spine and spread deep within his entire body. Alejandro’s words buried their way into Rudy’s head, piercing, churning, tumbling relentlessly. They took hold of his muscles, freezing him in place, and wrapped themselves around Rudy’s heart, squeezing tightly and eliciting a sharp pain he had never felt before.

Rudy’s face fell, his own fiery anger suddenly turning into shock and disbelief, a faint pain that existed in everything he was.

His heart dropped, a sensation that made him feel sick.

Alejandro had never talked to him like this before. In everything that they did, no matter what, they had always been equals. Alejandro had never controlled him in the way that he could control the other soldiers. Alejandro could bark out orders to everyone else except for Rudy, this being something unspoken between the two of them that had never broken all this time. It came from their mutual respect and understanding of each other, a friendship that ran deep within their veins and ways of being.

Rudy had heard disgruntled murmurs throughout the years about his special treatment, which only stood to reinforce that fact that, yeah, Rudy was different. They had always been something more than the basic dichotomy of leader and follower. Alejandro had never pulled rank on him before even when he probably wanted to. That was something they never did.

Until now.

Alejandro’s gaze was steadfast, relentless as his command was spat out with such finality leaving no room for argument.

Rudy felt the knife twist deeper, tearing him open with cruel indifference. It wanted to destroy and take him apart, piece by piece. The waterfalls of flowing blood mocked him with his weakness, with how much he cared.

Rudy clenched his jaw, unable to see anything beyond the man in front of him through the red that lined his vision. He was vibrating with fiery hatred.

“Fuck you,” he spat out before turning on his heel. He held on tightly to his last semblance of calm rationality that begged him to leave before anything else could happen, before he would say something he couldn’t take back. He barged out of the room, needing to clear his head.

He was wired for several hours after that, pacing his room, clenching his fists, wrangling with his thoughts. He had too much energy that he needed to rid from his body so he took out his anger at the gym. By the time he was done, body broken with fatigue while his mind incessantly screamed for more, more, more, he retreated back to his room and immediately crashed from the exhaustion.

Rudy would always remember how he felt when he woke up the next morning.

He still simmered with anger when he was suddenly slapped in the face with what had happened overnight. Without telling him, Alejandro had moved up the date of their departure.

Alejandro had left.

Without him.

Rudy immediately rushed to the toilet, feeling an overwhelming sickness wash over him. But as he sat there, nothing came, empty like how the rest of his body felt.

Alejandro was gone for two days.

Updates were few and far between, Rudy consistently pestering the team in charge of leading the communications. Rudy didn’t sleep, he barely ate. He couldn’t.

He was filled with regret, utterly terrified that the last thing he would ever get to say to Alejandro was spoken with such vitriol.

There was still lingering anger but it had been buried deeply under the nauseating worry. Rudy couldn’t stay angry. His heart couldn’t take despising the one thing he cared about most in the world.

The one thing he didn’t want to live without.

When reports of casualties started to come in without any positive identification, Rudy felt like he was collapsing in on himself.

Rudy hadn’t prayed in a long time, but that night he did.

After 58 hours of feeling like he was floating in a body that no longer belonged to himself, Rudy heard the news that the runway was being cleared for their transport helicopter to land.

Rudy barely waited to hear the end of the sentence before he sprinted out of the room. With each step closer to the runway, his heart started to beat faster. The ramp was already deployed and Rudy could see the soldiers start to disembark from the holding area.

He frantically looked around, each of the soldiers looking like they had been beaten down, injuries, blood, limping, bandages, braces, their faces not bothering to mask the trauma of whatever they’d just been put through.

Seeing a familiar face in the crowd, he rushed towards Delgado. He opened his mouth but his attention was quickly drawn to something behind her.

Black bags.

Black body bags being carried out, one soldier on either end.

Rudy’s heart sank in his chest.

“Alejandro…?” he asked Delgado weakly, barely able to muster the strength to get it out.

With half-lidded eyes, horrors hidden deep within them, she gestured to the interior of the helicopter with her chin. Somehow, Rudy’s legs began to move before he could even think about it.

Each footstep rattled off the metal ramp, one by one. He stood in the opening, one hand on the side of the helicopter for support, and blinked a couple times to get used to the darkness.

Standing in the back, was Alejandro.

He was staring at the wall, his eyes unfocused. While his body was physically here, his mind was elsewhere entirely. He looked exhausted, almost unsteady on his feet. There was blood smeared over his arms and clothes, a few shallow cuts marking the side of his face with jagged, red lines.

Rudy’s knees almost buckled as he laid eyes on Alejandro, an overwhelming wave of relief washing over him almost drowning him in his own elation.

“Alé…” he said breathlessly, the name falling from his lips like one final prayer.

Alejandro blinked and suddenly appeared again. He glanced over and met Rudy’s eyes.

Rudy’s heart shattered as he looked back at the broken man in front of him.

He was moving, taking long strides, his heart pulling him forward like a force that always led back to Alejandro. Rudy threw his arms out and wrapped them around Alejandro, burying his face deep into his neck. He balled his fists into the fabric of Alejandro’s shirt, needing to keep him there.

Alejandro immediately wrapped his arms around Rudy, one hand coming up to gently cup the back of his head. He held Rudy tightly, pressing their bodies together almost suffocatingly, but still he needed more.

Alejandro took a shuddering exhale and melted into Rudy’s embrace, tilting his head to rest against Rudy’s.

He was so warm. And his heart. His heart continued to beat, a persistent thump in his chest that Rudy tried to focus on. He could feel it through his own body.

Rudy answered it with his own heartbeat.

He could feel everything – the scratchiness of Alejandro’s beard, the puffs of air against his cheek, the way Aleandro’s eyes fluttered closed.

“I’m so mad at you…” Rudy let out weakly, barely above a whisper.

Alejandro’s chest rose and fell as he breathed, continuing to hold onto Rudy tightly.

“I’m sorry…” he said quietly, his low voice speaking directly into Rudy’s ear. He started to rifle his fingers through Rudy’s hair, scratching at his scalp gently. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know if I was going to make it back. I couldn’t risk losing you too. I couldn’t.”

“I was so worried that that was going to be the last time I saw you,” Rudy replied, trying to keep his voice even and holding back the tears that wanted to come out. “That it would have been the last thing I ever said to you.”

Alejandro dragged his hands down, scratching at the base of Rudy’s neck.

“I kept thinking the whole time how I hoped I could come back. I didn’t want to leave you. I wanted to see you again. I wanted to be selfish.”

Rudy somehow buried his face deeper into Alejandro’s neck.

“Please be selfish. Please always be selfish…”

Alejandro slowly unwound his arms, pulling back ever so slightly so they were face to face.

“Rudy, I-”

“Colonel!” a voice from the ramp called out. “We need you in for the quick debrief.”

Alejandro stared into Rudy’s eyes for several seconds longer before finally ripping them away.

“I’m coming now.”

As Alejandro took a step forward, Rudy noticed he was limping with an uneven hop to his step. He wrapped his arm around Alejandro’s waist to help him move forward, letting Alejandro lean his body weight down on him.

Alive.

That was all he could think about.

A medic met them halfway to the building but Alejandro waved them away. Rudy sat with Alejandro as they went over the mission debrief, paying more attention to Alejandro than what was being said. Not too long later, Rudy was helping him back to his room. He led him to the shower while Rudy waited in the room. Behind the closed door, the shower sputtered to life.

Rudy flopped back against the wall next to the washroom door, slowly sliding down until he was sat on the ground. After days of feeling like he was walking in a body that wasn’t his own, it felt as though he had been rocketed back to earth.

The even spray of the water was occasionally broken with loud splashes and echoing taps, a persistent reminder that Alejandro was inside.

After only a couple minutes, somehow Rudy found the strength to lift himself off the floor. He walked over to Alejandro’s bed and sat on it, his head hitting the pillow not long after. He turned around, putting his face to the wall.

The pillows smelled like him.

Fifteen minutes later, Rudy heard the door open and soft footsteps enter the room. He could hear quiet fingers rustling against fabric as Alejandro got changed.

Behind him, the bed dipped as Alejandro crawled onto it, immediately wrapping his arms around Rudy and pressing up against his back. Rudy shifted as well, their bodies instantly molding into one another like fitted puzzle pieces. Alejandro pressed his face up against the back of Rudy’s neck.

“I’m sorry…” he said softly into Rudy’s skin. “You didn’t deserve that. I shouldn’t have treated you that way. I was just scared…”

Rudy trailed his hand down Alejandro’s arm, linking his fingers overtop of Alejandro’s.

“I was scared too…”

Rudy was suddenly hit with a yawn and he tilted his face into the pillow to let it out.

“You look exhausted,” Alejandro murmured.

“Haven’t slept…” he mumbled back.

“It’s okay…” Alejandro said soothingly, his deep voice lulling Rudy as his eyes blinked heavily. “You can rest now.”

Rudy couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer and he let them fall, quickly succumbing to sleep after just a few breaths.

He stirred awake, unsure of how much time had passed, and he opened his eyes, the blurry world slowly coming back into focus. Alejandro’s arm was still wrapped around his waist, keeping their bodies pressed together. The deep puffs against Rudy’s neck indicated that Alejandro was still asleep.

Rudy shifted one of his arms to scratch a spot on his cheek and that was when he felt it.

Alejandro was hard pressed up against him.

Rudy didn’t much mind and simply stayed in place, wanting to let Alejandro sleep some more. He traced his fingers up and down Alejandro’s arm, gently playing with his fingers in the quiet afternoon sun.

He’d seen these hands be ruthless and destructive, taking out anyone they had come across. But he had also seen them be delicate, patching up Rudy’s wounds and exploring his body so tenderly.

He waited – he’d wait forever – until Alejandro also began to stir awake. He sighed against Rudy’s neck and Rudy turned around so he was facing Alejandro. Alejandro’s hand continued to rest against his hip.

Their bodies shifted together and Alejandro suddenly looked down, aware of his own erection.

“Sorry…” he murmured, looking back up at Rudy in embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” Rudy said, his hand sliding to rest on the waistband of Alejandro’s pants. One of his fingers slipped underneath his shirt, feeling the taut skin underneath. “It’s more than okay…”

Alejandro watched Rudy, the soft intensity of that stare filling him with warmth. His eyes shifted into understanding, softening as they looked into every part of Rudy.

“Yeah…?” Alejandro breathed out.

Rather than answering, Rudy leaned forward and pressed their lips together, the reminder of what they had felt like after so long rushing back into his memory. In response, Alejandro enthusiastically kissed back, rolling himself overtop of Rudy.

They sang praises about each other, whispered relief and devotion continuously falling from their lips. Their lips worshipped and their hands explored, but never feeling they were holding one another close enough. They needed more. They needed everything. They needed each other.

They took it slow, deep, never rushing as they consumed the other’s body. Rudy memorized the feel of everything – Alejandro’s hands, his lips, his body – like it would be the last time he ever got to touch it.

Panting, their foreheads pressed together, their hearts beating in unison, they reached their orgasm, crying out each other’s name in euphoric pleasure.

Rudy’s body still buzzing with bliss, Alejandro took him in his arms as they curled up against one another. Rudy rested his head against Alejandro’s chest, their limbs tangled forever, coming together as one.

Alejandro trailed his hands up and down Rudy’s spine, his fingertips touching his skin so delicately like he were something that could be broken. Rudy looped his finger around the chain for Alejandro’s dog tag, absentmindedly playing with it.

They stayed like this for a while, silent, neither needing to fill the space with words that their bodies hadn’t already expressed. After a while, Alejandro took a breath in to speak.

“I don’t want to let you go…”

Rudy traced incomprehensible shapes into Alejandro’s chest. He smiled slightly.

“I don’t have anything I need to do this afternoon…” he joked quietly.

“No,” Alejandro replied seriously, “I don’t want to let you go ever.”

Rudy tilted his head up at this, looking Alejandro in the eye. He looked nervous but also incredibly certain at the same time. His eyes were searching Rudy’s face.

“I don’t understand…” Rudy trailed off.

Alejandro cupped the side of his face, his thumb faintly brushing up and down across his cheek.

“You… You’re… I want you to be more. You’re my best friend, my partner, my second in command. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize. I just… I don’t want to live without you. I want to hold you in my arms. I want to kiss you. I want you to be mine. Forever. I-”

Alejandro’s eyes flickered to Rudy’s lips as he took in a shuddering breath.

“I love you, Rodolfo.”

Rudy sucked in a breath, decades of memories flashing behind his eyes. Sharing action figures on the playground. Riding bikes through the park past their curfew. Ditching school together to skip rocks across the river. Sitting next to each other in the mess hall as their bodies were beaten down, ensuring the other person ate despite their own exhaustion. Standing side by side as they got medals pinned to their chest. Late nights and early mornings, leading Los Vaqueros together.

Finding the light in one another when they were surrounded by nothing but darkness.

Rudy cupped the side of Alejandro’s face, looking at him as if seeing him for the first time.

“You have me…” he whispered with every part of his soul. “You’ve always had me…”

Alejandro let out a relieved sigh, the corners of his mouth upturning in a warm smile. His eyes were so soft, and understanding, and affectionate.

“My love…” he said quietly, pulling Rudy in for a kiss.

Rudy blissfully kissed back, his heart soaring through his chest with happiness. Alejandro held him close, his arms wrapped around him for eternity. Their lips were timeless.

He loved Alejandro more than anything.

And Alejandro loved him.

ao3

Thank you for reading 😊ale

#felt really good to write this after not writing for a long time #these two just #💖💖💖#friends to lovers is sickeningly sweet #and they're dynamic is amazing #alejandro vargas #rudy parra #rodolfo parra #alerudy #rudy x alejandro #alejandro x rudy #call of duty #cod #mw2 #codfic #my writing #oneshot #op #alerudy writing

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Congrats on 900!!! You deserve all of your followers and all of those that come in the future <3 can I request something fluffy with Polnareff?

Long Day - Polnareff

notes: OMG I AM MORE THAN HAPPY TO DO A REQUEST FOR YOU!!! thank you so much for all of your support, it really means the world. i cannot express enough how glad I am to have you as a mutual, even if we don't talk all the time! im just glad i have you as a supporter and i am glad to be supporting you as well <3 i hope you have an amazing week and enjoy the fic :)

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Nothing like seeing Polnareff's cute little face after a long day.

After you moved to France with Polnareff to take care of him and just stay with him after the events with DIO and the Joestars, you started working extra hard. Not only for the Speedwagon Foundation, but for your regular job too. You didn't just have time to research and travel constantly, especially in you and your boyfriend's condition, so you worked somewhere simple: at a flower shop. It was nice and quiet, usually full of older women or men looking for a gift for their partner. The work was extremely easy too, especially with help from your stand, who could cut thousands of flowers in seconds. But even so, the days didn't shorten. You still had to deal with customers and get tons of calls from the Speedwagon Foundation. You didn't mind it, especially since you were getting paid really well in both fields, but god did it make you tired.

So yeah, nothing was better than getting home to see Polnareff smiling at you like an idiot saying that he made you something. Surprisingly, he was an amazing cook and never failed to make you something that you loved.

You would fall into his arms as he would whisper sweet nothings in French into your ear, his warm lips brushing against your earlobe before he would move them to your neck, planting kisses that made you melt.

You would tell him all about your day while eating dinner and he would tell you about his, making sure to explain if he was feeling better or if something was bothering him. Usually it was his foot. It was hard for him to walk or stand for too long without the excruciating pain or even just losing balance.

You and him both were just in not great condition. Your arm was still in a cast and your black eye hadn't much as faded a bit.

But nonetheless, you were both still standing and both still fighting. You were an incredibly strong couple that could do anything if you worked hard enough for it and sometimes that required a lot of patience and a couple of long days.

Getting home, though, was never something that you would get sick of. You would do anything for that French, lovesick idiot and you knew that he would do anything for you too.

You didn't mind a couple more weeks in a cast as long as you were still with Polnareff.

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"Mon cheri!!~~~" Polnareff sang as he heard you open the door. He rushed to you and held you in his arms for a moment, landing little kisses all over your cheeks. His foot was in much better condition than it had been for the last couple of weeks, so he was very able to run up to you and luckily, you were able to take sneak attacks or big hugs as your arm was finally out of it's heavy cast.

"Hi, bubba." You held him in your arms and pressed a kiss onto his nose before placing one on his lips.

"How was your day?"

"Not that busy this time," you smiled and cupped Polnareff's face in your hands. "How was yours?"

"Lonely. I'm just glad you got home early today." Since Polnareff was giant compared to you, he was able to lift you up and place you down comfortably on the couch. "So, what's the plan? Cuddles and a movie?"

"Yes please." You sighed lovingly as Polnareff quickly ran to go turn on a movie.

He scooped you back up in his arms and held you close, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I love you, y/n."

"I love you too."

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mossyflowers · 4 months

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Tossing this art here so I can ramble abt my Cipher, thoughts below the cut because i've come up with a lot of stuff for him :]

Early life-

His real name is Ciro Palomo, which mean lord and pigeon respectively. However, the name Ciro also sounds a lot like cero, which is the Spanish word for zero

He was born around that gulf area in Sapin that bordered both Osea and Belka before the borders were moved

His parents were allegedly perfectly happy, well off, and could have taken care of him, but decided to leave him at a small orphanage instead. Essentially leaving him with nothing, including no memories of them.

Due to a wide variety of reasons, he didn't learn to speak until he was five, and didn't bother speaking much after that anyways due to no one wanting to listen

A lot of his time was spent wandering OUTSIDE of the orphanage, since he couldn't stand being stuck inside with all the other kids. He'd spend most of it staring at where the ocean met the sky and trying to imagine himself somewhere inbetween it

He also spent a lot of time interacting with some of the adults in his town, with some older women who'd moved to the town to escape the recession in Belka especially taking a liking to him. Telling him a lot of superstitions and other little things from their home, including a few myths about fairies

There was a baker who'd sneak him food that was taken off the shelves and a few days away from going bad, just so he could have some treats every now and then

When he was 17, a group of mercenaries came to town that he ran into while he was out. Eventually convincing them to take him with them before they left town. This was also the group that taught him how to fly.

The squad was called Extraño, which (I hope) translates to Stranger in Spanish

His first and original callsign was zero, as the group preferred to use numbers and he was essentially their first member with "zero" experience.

Cipher did not know how to read until one of his wingmen eventually taught him how to once they realized this.

It was his flight lead who drilled it into his skull to not shoot down neutral targets, insisting on pride above their paychecks.

They flew together for five years, before they took a contract with Ustio some time in September by the name of Operation Thresh. Where they were sent into the Round Table and attacked unexpectedly by another squad.

All of them died except for Cipher, who managed to survive shooting down seven enemy pilots alone, as well as a crash due to a sudden engine failure from sustained damage.

He managed to walk away with only a few severe burns and some damage to his nose. He wasn't happy about the fact he got to walk away.

The Belkan War-

After Extraño squad's deaths, Cipher became increasingly detached and began taking more dangerous missions while taking more risks in the air due to a mix of resentment and survivor's guilt

Cipher also kept a guitar from One, a pocket knife from Two, a rubik's cube from Three, and a notebook full of sketches from Four.

He originally signed on to work with Ustio under the impression he would NOT last long during the war.

Was both very hesitant about Pixy and confused by his behavior. He was pretty confident that Pixy would live longer than him, but still didn't want to get too close in case anything did happen.

The first mission at the Round Table and Pixy saying they'd survive was essentially a massive slap to the face that resulted in Cipher starting to open up to others again.

Alcohol was originally seen as a necessary evil to him for getting new contracts at dingy bars. He started enjoying it after Pixy kept dragging him to the bar on base, though.

He and Pixy would usually end up cuddling in the same bed if one of them got drunk enough, starting after the liberation of Directus.

Liberating Directus also got him to cry a little in his jet, and was one of the proudest and best moments of his life.

During practice and drills, he would purposefully try the craziest maneuvers he could just to see if Pixy could keep up.

Pixy also got him to start reading more.

Being called a demon was something he actually took pride in, until Hoffnung.

After Hoffnung, he stopped taking pride in a lot of things.

Pixy's betrayal hurt him a lot more than he let on, and he spent a lot of time wondering if there was anything he could have done differently before it happened.

PJ was like a little brother to him <:)

Despite everything, he thought the duel over Avalon dam was extremely romantic and attractive

Cipher also decided to disappear on the same night/morning after all the stuff with AWWNB and V2 happened for a lot of reasons. Mainly not wanting to be seen as a hero or remembered for what he did, though, there was also a lot of guilt over what happened to both PJ AND Pixy

Post war-

As soon as he could, he moved to what was left of Belka and into the city closest to Avalon Dam

Working with different groups of volunteer and rebuilding efforts helped him get into construction.

He still does contract work, but instead of being a mercenary pilot, it's mostly either construction or music performances.

Cipher also does a lot of street performances with his guitar, with him having a specific spot in the park near Avalon that he goes to perform at fairly often.

At some point, he gets a degree in music theory from a local college.

He ends up performing the music for his own documentary ten years later, too.

After the documentary, he tracks down Pixy again. The two of them work out most of their stuff eventually and end up getting together because they deserve it I think <:)

Misc stuff-

Cipher doesn't know when he was born, but I like to think it was 6/6 just so it'd be an extra punch to the gut.

He's Sapinish and was born and raised there, but doesn't have a very strong accent.

Has a chronic case of resting bitch face, unsurprisingly.

He also struggles a lot with emotions, specifically internalizing them after he realized getting mad at people who killed people you cared about and then killing them doesn't actually fix the fact the people you cared about are dead. It's easier to make him happy than it is to get him mad.

Thinks a little too much and tried to use flying as a way to cope since it cleared his head a lot

After his squad died, he also became physically incapable of speaking while flying as a trauma response. This also applies any time he's in the air, or somewhere that reminds him too much of flying or the sky.

He knows how to swim and is actually very good at it

Ended up learning how to walk silently as a kid to sneak out and never unlearned it

Somehow managed to completely train out his fear of heights and falling as a child on accident.

His first flight lead was the one who taught him how to play the guitar

Cipher was also a bit of a cunt before he went through his whole character arc during the war. He'd purposefully try to end missions as soon as possible and screw over other mercenaries he was flying with if he thought they'd try and shoot something they shouldn't

He's got a huge soft spot for kids and is actually surprisingly good with them

Also has a soft spot for pigeons, even if he's not great when it comes to getting them to not immediately fly away from him

Very sentimental, he collects things that other people give him and goes out of his way to take care of mementos from all of his dead wingmen.

Refused to die unless something killed him (nothing did, so he just left in the end)

He feels really bad about what happened to Belka after everything

#ace combat zero #cipher ace combat #doooo i tag this as ace combat? i don't wanna like. flood the tag with my rambling n all hfgjjvgkhfg #genuinely was not expecting to type this much #i just have a lot of thoughts abt cipher. he's my silly guy #i'm soooooo normal abt him and pixy and ac0 and everything goinf on there <- lying

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osbornenthusiast · 8 months

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octogoblin headcanons under the cut because I love them so much

(Very minor cw for nosebleeds on this first one)

Otto gets nosebleeds all the time. Like, once or twice a week. Norman has woken up to Otto just sitting on the bed with a paper towel on his nose like a thousand times.

Additionally, Norman is a BIG TIME GERMAPHOBE and he always has been. Tying that back to Ottos nosebleeds, Norman refuses to get anywhere near Otto while his nose is bleeding. If Otto’s nose started bleeding in bed, the entire bedspread is getting washed. Norman doesn’t care if there isn’t a single drop of blood on the bed, he will be deep cleaning it.

These two have complete opposite sleep schedules. Otto usually doesn’t fall asleep until around 2-3 AM and, if he’s not working in the morning, won’t wake up until about 12 PM.

Norman on the other hand, has the sleep schedule of a goddamn military soldier. This man is always asleep by 9:30 PM and never wakes up past 6AM. (That’s on a bad day, he’s usually awake by 5:30 AM). Otto can expect a daily lecture about getting enough sleep and how unhealthy his sleep schedule is, but Otto can’t help it. He can’t remember the last time he fell asleep before midnight, that’s just how his body works🤷‍♂️.

Norman refuses to let Otto kiss him on the mouth in the morning. He doesn’t want Otto kissing him before he’s brushed his teeth, it grosses him out. Mornings for these two have become a daily battle of Otto (jokingly) trying to sneak a kiss on the lips before Norman can swiftly turn his head away.

Norman absolutely loves Frank Sinatra (duh) but Otto cannot STAND Frank Sinatra. Otto doesn’t really have a genuine reason as to why he doesn’t like Sinatra, he just.. hates him.

Norman figured out his husband hated Frank Sinatra during a car ride home from a dinner date. Norman started playing “The Nearness of You” when Otto turned the volume down and half-jokingly asked if Norman could play some “real music”.

Skip to 25 minutes later, Norman and Otto are at home and Norman has been going on a constant rant about how Frank Sinatra is the “definition of real music!” and Otto is absolutely baffled that someone could rant about something so minuscule for so long.

Staying on the topic of music, Otto collects vinyls like you would not believe. Norman collects them too, but not nearly as much as Otto.

Otto has multiple boxes full of vinyl records that he’s been keeping since he was around 13. Some of them are first editions that he’s held on to over the years.

Ottos favorite vinyls are:

1- Brahms: Cello Sonatas Nos 1 & 2 / Bruch. This man is a sucker for classical music. He especially loves it when he and Norman are alone together in their living room, intimately slow dancing to the sounds of violins and cellos and the like. He just finds it so beautiful.

2- Verities and Balderdash. Norman introduced Otto to Harry Chapin back in the early 70s when Chapin was alive and still making music. Otto very quickly fell in love with this album specifically, loving the numerous emotions it delivered, the use of orchestras in some of the songs, and mostly Chapin’s unique yet beautiful voice. Otto and Norman actually got to see Chapin in concert in 1974, and it was one of the best concerts Ottos ever seen.

3- Desire. Otto adores Bob Dylan’s writing, but he only listens to certain albums. He likes bits and pieces of Blood On The Tracks, or even Street-Legal, but he’s not too keen on the sound of Dylan’s other work. This album though, Otto adores. Once again, Otto was instantly drawn to the dramatics and overall feeling of this album. His favorite song on Desire is One More Cup of Coffee, mainly because of the violins and melancholic feeling of the song.

#octogoblin #norman osborn #otto octavius #i am soooo normal about them #I would’ve mentioned Norman’s favorite vinyls but that would’ve been a year long rant

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expirednostalgia · 3 days

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[ oscar isaac, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! SANTIAGO MORALES just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for 45 YEARS, working as a VET & OWNER OF SOFT PAWS ANIMAL CLINIC. that can’t be easy, especially at only 45 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit CYNICAL and WITHDRAWN, but i know them to be RELIABLE and PRAGMATIC. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to STATEN ISLAND!

Quick Stats !

FULL NAME: Santiago Morales

NICKNAME: Santi

AGE: 45

DATE OF BIRTH: April 30th

GENDER: Cis Man

PRONOUNS: He/Him

SEXUALITY: Homosexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

PLACE OF BIRTH: Staten Island, NY

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Havenwood Suites, Staten Island, NY

OCCUPATION: Veterinarian

AESTHETIC: Half finished mugs of coffee, the smell of old books, the sound of a record playing softly in the background, pet hair on every piece of clothing you own, old photos carefully tucked away, an ache from holding on too tight, a sleepless look, a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue, flowers wilting in a vase

▷ currently playing —— LEAVE ME BE BY CHOIR BOY.

Bio !

The eldest of two, much of Santiago's life was devoted to setting a good example for his younger brother and looking out for him like most older siblings feel expected to do. Part of that to him, meant excelling in school and mostly keeping to himself to focus on academics unless there was something he felt compelled to speak up about.

For the most part he was a rather easy child to deal with, the only real trouble coming from him forming a habit to try to help every stray animal he came across. Usually it came in the form of sneaking them in and trying to take care of them without his parents knowledge or getting sidetracked to track down the owner for hours.

Going through life like that seemed to pay off for the most part. While his social life wasn't exactly booming, he was able to figure out the things he really cared about early on and get into a good college to pursue his dreams of becoming a veterinarian.

After working in a vet clinic for some years, he was finally able to save up enough to open one of his own, Soft Paws Animal Clinic. For a while there things seemed to be perfect. He was more than content with his own life and his brother seemed to be doing well for himself and his family, who Santiago had grown close with, as well. He would soon find out that nothing good lasts forever though.

As expected, the loss of his brother two years ago hit him hard. With an array of emotions to sort through, he felt, and still feels, very lost without the other around anymore and is still very much working on trying to move forward and what that's supposed to look like for him.

Misc. !

Animals >>>>> people. He's the guy that feels obligated to go to a social event and hopes he can spend most of the time vibing with the person's pet instead of socializing. Honestly in general he'd rather spend a night in than go out.

Has been known to help someone cover their vet expenses from time to time when he can, especially in emergency situations. Just overall very passionate about his job.

With the exception of pet fur (because no matter what you do there is always some somewhere) his place is very tidy and organized. Definitely someone who has a harder time relaxing in messier environments.

Nostalgic to the point it's just painful. That quote that's like "you can easily return to the past, but no one is there anymore" lives rent free in his mind and ruins his vibe daily.

Perpetually tired™ and over it these days. Kind of gives off old grouch energy but he's a softie deep down (especially around Milo and animals).

Always been on the more reserved side but has definitely become more withdrawn since his brother died. Some relationships have been neglected and died off in that time due to lack of effort on his side.

He's trying not to hold a grudge against Daisy for the sake of Milo and also because the accident wasn't her fault but grief is rough and he definitely still has some things to work through :/

Wanted Connections/Plots !

Friends of His Brother: Maybe they weren't necessarily friends with Santiago and still aren't but grieved a bit together after his brother's passing.

Rock: Long time friend that's been there for him through everything. Probably the one person he's talked in depth about things and someone he's not going to complain too much about when they drag him out to enjoy things again.

Relationships the Fell to the Wayside: Platonic or maybe even a romantic relationship(s) that Santiago neglected while grieving. Even though there may have been understanding from the other, the relationships still feel apart. Whether or not it gets mended moving forward can be plotted!

Newer Connections: Connections, friendships, whatever that have sprung up more recently as Santiago has started to more forward a bit more.

Any and All Pet Owners: Listen, pet owners are automatically doing better than most people in Santiago's book and as a vet they could possibly know each other through that!

I will probably come back to this and add more unique connections for him but for now here are some general connection ideas <3 (also open to anything so if you have any ideas please throw them my way!)

#boroughs.intro #˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . santiago morales ⟢ intro #death tw #grief tw

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yand3r3-everything · 2 years

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Moon vs Wolf

Yandere Moon and Roxanne idea-

Android or original, doesn't matter in this

You're nothing special, just a janitor left for 11pm to 7am to clean messes others didn't have time for, or the S.T.A.F.F bots can't get to. Such as cleaning the pizza sauce off the ceiling that a kid somehow tossed hard enough to hit it in a tantrum. Or somehow having the patience to thoroughly clean Sun/Moon whenever working since everyone else was too creeped out by Moon or got too pissed off at Sun's nonstop energy to finish. The amount of dried types of glue and even sometimes boogers found on him is horrifying and sickeningly gross.

Moon's been getting more insistent on being around you throughout the nights. Like a dog, even starts to follow you everywhere when the lights go out. How he's able to find you everytime is quite strange.

He even starts leaning way too close whenever he's the one you're cleaning.

Sun KNOWS what Moon’s feeling, and what he’s doing. He knows it’s not normal, and wants to keep his new janitor friend safe!

You still have no idea why whenever it’s Sun, he’s being even more adamant on keeping the lights on, trying to get you to leave the daycare before the lights temporarily cut, how he’s even willing to help clean up with the chemicals though he’s not supposed to even touch them.

Moon eventually still takes over and has enough of Sun’s meddling, and ends up pinning you to hug you too tightly. He starts doing it so often it’s affecting your work. Now you see why Sun’s so adamant, and try to temporarily hide whenever Moon’s out. It doesn’t always work, and even when it does, it still takes time out of what you need to do.

Roxanne notices and Isn’t happy at all with whatever is taking you longer to come fix her hair whenever you’re working. You usually spend at least half an hour slowly getting stuff out of her hair to keep it full and pretty. Some kids find it funny to stick gum in it, or that kid who tripped and their cup of soda opened, spilling it all over her back and hair. That sticky mess felt like it took ages to fix. You even sneak in some conditioner and water in a spray bottle to keep it more smooth and shiny than ever before. The higher-ups have noticed though. But hey, it’s not really affecting their sales. If anything, it might be rising them, and it’s not coming out of their pockets, so they honestly don’t really care. Roxanne though, she does. She fucking loves it. And hates to admit it, but you as well for it. By far her favorite human, and sometimes won’t even let other human staff try to clean her when it isn’t you.

Though the higher-ups like that you keep the place pretty clean and it surprisingly helps the sales a lot, they’ve noticed the lacking as of lately, and have informed you they may have to fire you if it keeps up. It was especially close for you being fired last time when you couldn’t clean out whatever Chica got into, and people smelled the next day. It wasn’t kept a secret either as a human staff member heard ad told a lot of the others. They were actually kind of worried since you do a lot of the stuff no one else wanted to do.

This night you decided to change things up and have Sun/Moon be the very last thing to do. You’re near Roxanne’s room when you hear the familiar sound of Moon in the distance. You quickly enter Roxanne’s room with the cleaning supplies and the spray bottle.

“You’re here early.” She pipes up, but definitely doesn’t seem angry about it.

You sigh heavily. “Yeah, I wanted to try a different schedule to throw off Moon. He’s becoming a major pain, and if he stops me from finishing everything I need to do again, I most likely will be fired.”

“What?” she snaps in a really dark tone. You ignore it and start scanning over her. Luckily, this week seems to have been pretty easy, or she let another human clean her. Doubtful though.

“I don’t know what his deal is, but he’s the reason I kept ending up late here. Thought switching it around would help, but he’s already out searching for me. Sun knows and tries his best, but the lights are a massive problem.” You bring out the spray bottle and she passes me her brush. Carefully running hands through to find any possible gum first, there isn’t any. You spray and carefully start going from the bottom and the tips up.

“Really starting to wish he wasn’t a security part. You think with guards working that wouldn’t be a thing. Wishing they were locked in the daycare at this point, because he seems too focused on me to search for threats.”

“Ugh, that little... If he ever makes you late again, I’m going to hunt him down and destroy him myself!”

There was one pretty stubborn knot you stumble into. Placing the brush down on the dressing table, You try to work it out with my fingers. Your body freezes as a thump on glass is heard from behind. You peak over Roxanne’s shoulder to see Moon’s creepy glowing face planted against the glass, peering into the room.

You take my hand out and grab the spray bottle again. maybe a bit more would help ease this darn knot out. “Ugh, damn it Moon. can’t you leave me alone ONCE?”

Her head whips around as fast as lightning and she glares at him with a snarl. She gets out of the chair and starts heading for the door, which is still unlocked because she never tried to leave before.

Shit, this is going to go badly...

#yandere moon x reader #yandere fnaf #yandere security breach #yandere roxanne #yandere roxy #yandere roxy x reader #yandere x reader

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*Daichi's face lights up when he sees you coming downstairs to him and smiles widely not stopping his slightly dance moves and he smiles wide when he sees you taking a sit with your confort blanket. How adorable could you really be? He felt his heart melting*

Morning baby... Sorry for the abrupt awakening... You know I love to cuddle up with in the morning but I'm afraid If I do that we will probably both be quite late... So... I thought about making a great breakfast for us as a compensation. What do you say? Are you in for that? Got some freshly made pancakes and a good cup of coffee! *He adds smiling*

*He finish up the last pancakes while he cleans and washes all of the materials he had used for it and only then joins you at the table. He serves breakfast and sits, not on his usual place in front of you but by your side* I know I have woke you up early today... And I'm sorry for that... But now you will have time to take a good shower a long, warm one...pick up a lovely look and I will take you to work on the patrol car since I start up with your zone today.. how does that sound, baby? *He asks smiling happily at you. He had had a repairing night of rest so his usual groggy face and sleepy looks had disappeared quite soon this morning*

Make sure to come home early today tho, There is something we usually do on morning that we haven't done today... And I'm planning on it to take us several rounds this afternoon... Do you hear me..? *He whispers in a low, yet intense voice. A demanding one, slightly dominant so you had it clear what he was exactly talking about*

(Hi hi! Spicy daichi here! Hope this hot police officer can start some fire and make you smile a bit! 🔥😊)

*I light up as he does and give a little giggle when he continues dancing, doing my own little sleepy shimmy dance with him. I feel lighter, not weighed down by the worries of work, and full of love by the man in front of me. I shake my head at his apologies; while a little disappointed that Id didn’t get my morning snuggles, he made it up with his dancing and making yummy breakfast*

“It’s okay, honey. It’s a nice surprise to wake up to such a yummy breakfast made by such a yummy man”

*I wink at him while I reach out for my coffee to take in the aroma, adding cream and sugar as he washes the dishes. My smile grows when he sits next to me at the table and I lean in to kiss his cheek before resting my head on his shoulder. I shake my head again at his other apology*

“Mm that sounds really nice. Can I sneak some kisses as you take me to work in your patrol car. I can do my best to keep my hands to myself but you know how I feel about you in your uniform,”

*I rest my hand on his thigh at that but then tilt my head at his suggestion at several rounds. My mind jumps to naughty conclusions, especially when he says it in that sexy voice that gets me shivering, and I blush at that. My hand on his thigh moves a little higher and inward on his thigh while I lean in to nibble the lobe of his ear*

“Oh? Won’t you give me a little hint as to what you mean? Oooor maybe a little preview? My mind is still trying to wake up from dreamland so I have to be sure what my sexy husband is implying”

(ohoho hello Mod-san! he's definitely ignited a fire in me. my goodness! always eager for sexy police hubby Daichi. thank you for him!)

#ohoho? what is he suggesting him?#i mean i have a clue but i think it's sexy when he says it out loud #he's gonna have me blushing jsdkfaj #spicy daichi 🌶

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aristrocrat · 2 years

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Chapter 1

S2 Episode One

SUMMARY: Y/N discovers more about what Peter told her the night he died, choosing to keep some facts hidden. Lydia goes missing and the pack commences a full on search for the potential new werewolf.

WORD COUNT: 4670

TW: none besides the usual cursing lol :)

“Come back to bed,” You boyfriend whined, throwing his favorite pillow at you. You laughed and twirled in his desk chair to face him, only to notice he was already under the covers. “You didn’t come with us to look for Lydia and now you won’t even come to bed!”

“Okay, you say that like I had an option. My mom’s got me on strict house arrest ever since she found you in my room the other night. Also I think I found something,” You smiled before throwing back the pillow, making him groan. You’ve been actively scouring the internet for answers since the last conversation with Peter, especially now that you had a disgusting amount free time with your century-long grounding. Luckily, your mom typically worked the late night shifts so you were able to sneak Stiles in at midnight on most nights. “Can I just read this to you before we go to sleep? I’ll make it quick.”

“Nope,” He said nonchalantly. “Bed. Sleep. Now. We have to wake up early tomorrow and it’s already-”

“2:00 AM, I know,” You pouted, knowing it was his kryptonite. “Pleaseee.”

You heard a sigh and the creak of his bed before feeling his presence behind you after you twirled back to the computer. He crouched down and pressed his lips to your neck, making a shiver go down your spine.

“Fine. What did you find?” He asked, voice muffled into your hair. “You have five minutes to explain before I pick your ass up and take you to bed.”

“It says here that the Delvoux family was believed to be a long line of mages from France-”

“A mage?” Stiles perked up. “Isn’t that a witch?”

“Yeah, kinda! But anyways-“

“Does that mean you can cast spells and use magic?” He looked over at you with an excited look. “Because that would be awesome.”

“I doubt it but let me finish,” You laughed before kissing his cheek and reading on. “It says here that the Delvoux are infamously known for casting a spell on the Rowan tree in 1598, giving it the ability to scare off evil beings and create barriers against the supernatural.”

“Like wolfsbane?” He asked, pulling up another chair to sit next to you. He leaned forward to read on, staying silent for a few moments as his eyes scanned the page. “Wait, the Delvoux family created Mountain Ash?!”

“That’s not even the craziest part!” You scrolled down. “Listen to this, their descendants’ blood is said to be laced in mountain ash.”

“Okay so what does that mean?”

“It means, I’m basically untouchable by the supernatural,” Your tone was laced in excitement as you took off into another rant. “Well, kind of. My blood acts more like wolfsbane-“

“Woah, woah, woah,” Stiles stopped you. “How do you even know you’re a Delvoux? He could’ve just been saying this to put you in danger.”

“Apparently during the Salem witch trials, the Delvoux family was forced to change their surname in order to protect themselves,” You explained before looking over at him. “Stiles, they changed their name to Y/L/N.”

He narrowed his eyes in thought, staying silent for a moment before speaking up again.

“You think your Hogwarts letter got lost in the mail?” He joked.

“Fuck off,” You playfully shoved him, making him chuckle. “Read the second paragraph from the bottom.”

You watched as he subconsciously moved his lips as he read along, squinting ever so slightly to look at the small text before opting to read out loud.

“The Delvoux descendants’ blood is known to be poisonous to supernatural beings. If enough blood is shed, it’ll paralyze and eventually kill the attacker?!” He looked over at you. You nodded. “In very rare cases, those who have managed to spill a lethal amount of fresh Delvoux blood are cured. They no longer possess any sort of supernatural abilities and are by all accounts human.”

“So if a supernatural being manages to kill me, and somehow my blood doesn’t kill them, they’re cured,” You summed up.

“Yes, thank you, Sherlock,” Stiles rolled his eyes. “I got it the first time.”

“Sorry, I’m just excited,” You giggled. “There’s a way to test if I really am one.”

“How?” He questioned. You smirked. “Oh god. Is it bad?”

———

“What do you mean you want a drop of my blood?” Scott furrowed his brows as he closed his locker. “No! That’s so fucking weird. Even for you.”

“What do I have to do to convince you?” You rolled your eyes.

“What are you gonna do with it?” He asked carefully.

“I already told you! A science experiment.”

“I can literally hear your heart speed up, dumbass. What’s the real reason?” He turned to walk toward the parking lot.

“Give me your blood and I’ll tell you,” You smiled sweetly. He scoffed and walked off. “Scott! Please! I-.. Ooh! I’ll do your laundry for a week.”

He stopped in his tracks.

“A month,” He turned around.

“Two weeks,” You bargained.

“And you have to clean my room tonight,” He raised his brow.

“Deal,” You stuck out your hand. He reluctantly shook it. “Anyways, how’re things going with the secret girlfriend, lover boy?”

“Shh! Keep it down, would you?“ He hissed before frantically looking around. “How did you know?”

“No one! I figured it out on my own,” You said. “I saw you sneak into a classroom together the other day.”

“It was Stiles, wasn’t it?” He deadpanned.

“You know, I don’t appreciate the whole listening to my heartbeat thing,” You scowled. “But in his defense, he didn’t tell me about it until last night when I asked, and I had to beg him to tell me. I’m only asking because I wanted to make sure you were okay after everything that went down with her dad.”

“Oh,” He responded softly. “Yeah, I’m alright. Thanks for asking. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was trying to keep it under wraps.”

“So you told Stiles?” You chuckled.

“No, he actually did see us sneak into a classroom,” Scott laughed. “I’m actually surprised he didn’t tell you sooner.”

“GUYS!” Stiles squeaked as he ran over to the two of you, practically shoving people out of the way as he approached. “I think I have something about the Lydia case! My dad told me that there was a grave robbery last night. Get this, normally they steal jewelry. Last night, they stole a dead lady’s liver.”

“She ate the liver?” Scott’s face scrunched up in disgust.

“No, I didn’t say she ate it. I just said it was missing,” Stiles shook his head. “And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It’s the most nutritious part of the body.”

“Yeah, but it’s also a dead woman’s liver,” Your face scrunched up in disgust.

“I never ate anyone’s liver,” Scott challenged.

“Yeah, right, ‘cause when it comes to werewolves, you’re a real model of self-control,” Stiles muttered. You walked behind them and almost ran into him with the way he came to a stop. “Actually, wait- hold on. You’re the test case for this so we should be going over what happened to you.”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?”

“Oh, I bet I can answer this one,” You finally spoke up with a smirk. They both looked at you. “Allison. He couldn’t stay away from her. Hell, he still can’t.”

“She’s right,” Scott shrugged.

“Allison. Okay, nothing else? Seriously?” He groaned.

“Nothing else mattered,” Scott confessed.

“Maybe we can start with Jackson?” You offered. “She was looking for him all night. And she never stops talking about him. It’s gotta be him. Maybe you guys can catch him in the locker room and talk to him.”

“Like he’ll wanna talk to us,” Scott huffed.

“Okay, then threaten him,” You said simply, earning two very amused smiles. “What? It worked last time.”

“That’s my girl!” Stiles praised, wrapping his arm around you and rubbing your arm with pride.

“Jesus Christ. You’re rubbing off on her, dude,” Scott laughed before turning to walk into the school.

“Oh my god. Take that back!” You called, making Stiles use the hand he previously held up to playfully and gently shove you. “I’m kidding! Aww, Stiles don’t walk away. I was joking!”

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“This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski,” Mr. Harris’ voice boomed through the room, making you jump. You turned to look over at your boyfriend on the other side of the room who stared at the teacher with wide eyes. “If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career.”

“Can you do that?” He asked sarcastically, making you chuckle quietly.

“Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I’ve ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently,” Mr. Harris said. “I’ll see you at 3:00 for detention.”

Your jaw dropped as you caught Scott’s surprised gaze.

“Mr. McCall. Miss Y/L/N. Look over again and you’ll be joining him.”

“Yes, sir,” Scott mumbled.

You rolled your eyes and looked back at your quiz, mentally cursing out the teacher that had a personal vendetta against Stiles. You knew he was holding Sheriff Stilinski’s previous accusations against his son. You looked up once more to see your friend group working vigilantly on the quiz before beginning your own. You were about halfway through when you noticed someone in the corner of your eyes stand up. You looked over and saw Jackson holding his nose before running out of the room. The teacher shot Danny a questioning look.

“Nose bleed,” He responded.

“Oh, no problem. Continue your quizzes, class. Remember, this is timed!”

————

“You coming to the funeral?” Scott asked as you walked out of the school with him.

“I thought we weren’t allowed to go because of Allison’s dad?” You furrowed your brow.

“Has he ever stopped us from doing anything?” He smirked.

“Yeah,” You deadpanned. “Like a lot of things actually.”

“No, we just found new ways of doing them!” Scott rolled his eyes. “You think you can sneak out of the house to come?”

You sighed and looked over at your mom’s car before looking back at Scott.

“I don’t know. That woman is currently reigning with an iron fist. She’s been watching me like a hawk since she caught Stiles sleeping in my bed the other day,” You shook your head. “I’ll try but no promises.”

“Let me talk to her,” He smiled before marching over to the vehicle.

“Scott, wait! I don’t think it’s a very good idea to ask her!” You chased after him before he turned over his shoulder and took off into a sprint. “SCOTT I SWEAR TO-“

“Hey, Scotty!“ Your mother greeted as she opened her window.

“Hi, Y/M/N! How are you?“ He smiled as you caught up to him.

“Good,” She narrowed her eyes. “The answer is no to whatever you were gonna ask. She’s grounded.”

“It’s just to Kate’s funeral. We’re getting Allison’s friends together for emotional support,” He explained. “I’ll have her back home as soon as it’s done!”

“Now why couldn’t have you just dated Scott?” She looked over at you. “See, he’s a respectful and thoughtful young man! I know damn well he wouldn’t be lingering in your bed at a questionable hour of the night. If Stiles abided by Scott’s moral code, maybe you wouldn’t be grounded right now.”

You shot her a look of annoyance and bit your tongue, not wanting to say anything that might upset her. Scott shifted uncomfortably at the tense silence.

“I’ll think about it,” She finally said.

“Thank you,” Scott smiled. “I gotta go get ready, but, uh, just shoot me a text if you wanna walk there together.”

“Yeah, will do,” You pursed your lips before he walked off. You walked over to the passenger’s side, threw your backpack in the back, and got in.

“No smart remark? You must really wanna go,” Your mom said as she put the car in drive. “Scott’s single now, right?”

“Yes, Mom. He’s single,” You lied.

“I might even consider ungrounding you if you broke up with your boyfriend and went on a date with him instead,” She sighed, sparking an idea in your mind.

“Really?” Your eyes lit up, making her smile. She was oblivious to the light bulb that just went off in your mind.

“Yes, really.”

“Noted,” You nodded, sitting back in your seat and pulling out your phone to text Scott.

Y/N: meet me at my house in hour

———

“Hey, so she let you go?” Scott asked as he walked up to your porch, noticing your black dress.

“Yeah,” You nodded, patting the porch swing as an invitation to sit next to you.

“Is everything alright? Your mom seems..”

“Intolerable and rude?” You suggested. “You can call her a bitch. It’s okay.”

“You said it, not me,” He chuckled, making you smile as you looked at your shoes. “You okay?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. She’s just been weird with the whole divorce thing,” You shrugged. “She said she’d consider ungrounding me if I broke up with Stiles and went on a date with you.”

“That’s ridiculous,” He furrowed his brows.

“Okay, but what if we did?” You looked up with a smile, making his eyes widen. “What if we-”

“Woah, um, listen Y/N- Stiles is really into you and I’m in a relationship with-“

“What? No! Listen,” You turned to face him. “What if we pretended to be in a relationship? It would get her off my ass and the Argents off of yours. I mean we obviously have to talk it through with Stiles and Al but I think it might work out in our best interest if we played pretend. This way we can hide behind a fake relationship so that we can actually be in our real ones.”

“Oh, thank God,” He breathed. “I thought you were going to profess your love or something.. That’s actually not a bad idea. Yeah, let’s talk to them tonight. It might break your dad’s heart though. I don’t know who’s more in love with Stiles; you or him.”

“Oh, a hundred percent him,” You laughed before you stood up and extended your hand to help him up. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m ready,” He smirked, taking your hand slowly before you swatted him away with disgust. “Wait, babe! We can fix this!”

“Fuck off!” You squealed as he ran behind you with extended arms. “Scott, get away! I’m serious!”

“Snookins! I don’t wanna go to bed angry!” He laughed as he picked you up from behind. “Forgive me, sugar cheeks!”

“EW!” You laughed as you jumped out of arms. Your foot landed on a wet patch of dry grass and slipped out from under you, making you fall and skid your knee on the nearby sidewalk. You yelped and shifted your weight to allow you to sit down.

“Oh shit!” Scott gasped before running to your side. “Are you okay? Y/N, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay! I’m okay,” You breathed with a smile. “It’s just a little scrape. Don’t get too close. I-”

“No, you’re actually bleeding pretty bad,” He winced as he looked at your knee. Your stomach drop with anxiety at the possibility what effect your blood might have on him. “Want me to..”

He blinked before clumsily taking a seat next to you. “Fuck, I just got lightheaded.”

“Scotty, are you-..” Your eyes widened at the realization; your blood was toxic to him. You felt your heart race slightly as you looked down at your knee. It was bleeding, sure, but it was nothing crazy. If this small amount of blood was enough to make him dizzy, you didn’t want to imagine how much it would take to have a bad effect on him. You quickly stood up and limped back. “Let me get you a bottle of water and clean this up real quick.”

“No, no. Sit down, I’ll go inside and-“ He began to push himself up, shaking his head to clear his vision.

“Scott, I’m fine! I’ll be right back,” You said quickly before limping back up your porch stairs and to your door. “Don’t move, okay?”

“Honey, what are you- oh my god, your knee!” Your mom gasped from the kitchen before rushing up to you. “What happened?”

“I tripped. It’s not as bad as it looks, can you run a bottle of water out to Scott? He’s a little light headed from the blood. I’m gonna clean this off and wrap it. I’ll be out in a second,” You explained. She nodded before disappearing into the kitchen and coming back with the first aid kit and a bottle of water. “Thanks.”

“No problem, holler if you need me. I’m gonna check on Scott,” She responded before she walked outside.

You worked quick, wincing as the disinfectant entered wound and noticing that it was a lot smaller than you expected. You finished up within a couple of minutes before going back outside to see Scott standing and chatting as if nothing happened.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Your mother furrowed her brows, checking his pupils with a light to rule out a concussion.

“I’m sure,” He chuckled before turning to you. “Hey, how’s the knee?”

“Oh it was pretty small, it was just a bleeder,” You smiled. “We’re gonna go, Mom. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Let me drive you,” She began before seeing the look on your face. “You know what? If your knee is alright to drive, take the car. I don’t want either of you falling on the way. Keys are in the ignition.”

“Really?” You smiled, earning a nod. “Thank you!”

“Be careful!” She called as she walked back into the house. You limped slightly to the car and waited for Scott to hop it to turn it on. You both sat in silence as the engine roared to life and you backed out. You were well aware that he knew something was up. Even if he wasn’t able to hear the sound of your racing heart and smell the anxiety that you radiated, he knew you to your core. He knew your mannerisms and the way you acted when you were hiding something from him.

“Do I wanna know?” He asked.

“Good question,” You chuckled nervously as you sped down the familiar roads of Beacon Hills. The drive to the cemetery was only a couple of minutes from your house.

“Y/N,” He tilted his head in annoyance. “What’s going on with you? You’re constantly spaced out and you’ve been so distant. Then today you ask me for a drop of blood? Obviously it has to do with-“

“Okay!” You burst out, causing his lips to seal. “Fine. Look, I found out that my ancestors created Mountain Ash. I know how crazy that sounds and I wasn’t sure if it until I saw you get light headed.. but the lineage has it in their blood. And it acts kinda like wolfsbane,” You sighed. “It’s toxic to the supernatural.”

“I’ve been around wolfsbane. It doesn’t do that,” He shook his head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“There’s a lot to it that I don’t even know yet,” You admitted before pausing. “There’s a lot to it that I haven’t even told Stiles about.”

“.. Why?” He asked as you pulled into one of the cemetery’s parking lots. You thought carefully about your words, not wanting to give too much away but also not wanting to lie. You parked the car and sighed before turning to him.

“I found a lot of information and I don’t know what’s true or false. A lot of it is really cool but there’s some shit in there that..” You trailed off. “I just didn’t want to scare you before I knew all of the facts is all.”

“Oh.. Okay, well I won’t push you to talk about anything you’re not ready to tell me. Just know I can keep a secret and a level head. I’m always here for you. You know that,” He reassured. You smiled and hopped out of the car, wincing a bit from the impact. You locked the car and began walking towards him, giving him a hug.

“Thanks, Scotty,” You mumbled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you in return.

“Of course,” He replied, lingering in the hug before pulling away. “We should go. The funeral’s starting soon.”

“Okay, let’s go hide behind a tombstone so we can get up close,” You giggled before walking off.

“I like the way your mind works,” He responded before following you through the woods. You both ran up to a tombstone, careful to avoid any eyes or cameras and watched from a distance. You shot a smile to Allison as she sat down with her family before an old man wandered in. You quickly realized he was an Argent with the way he made his presence known; taking one of the cameramen’s SIM card and hugging the family.

“Who is that?” You whispered. He held up a finger as he listened to the conversation that unfolded between the Argents.

“Yo,” You heard your boyfriend run up to you before feeling his kiss against your temple. You smiled before getting a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Hide,” You pushed them back, barely avoiding the family’s gaze. They both looked at you with wide eyes before you nodded, giving them the okay to peek again.

“Who the hell is that?” Stiles whispered, choosing to put a pin in his witch comment.

“He’s definitely an Argent,” Scott responded before listening in again. Allison looked over and smiled softly at the lot of you.

“Hey, you know, maybe they’re just here for the funeral. I mean, what if they’re the non-hunting side of the family?” Stiles suggested. “There could be non-hunting Argents. That’s possible, right?”

“I know what they are,” Scott looked back at him.

“Reinforcements,” You pursed your lips before seeing the two boys beside you suddenly get pulled back.

“The three of you. Unbelievable,” Sheriff Stilinski growled. Your face scrunched up at his disappointment as you picked up his tie.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m supposed to ask,” Stiles muttered as he led the three of you back to his car.

You all sat through his lecture that proceeded with a deafening silence. You sighed and ran your hands up and down your thighs, deep in thought about your gut feeling, hoping it was nothing more than a coincidence before Stiles placed his hand over your own. You looked up at him and smiled.

You okay? He mouthed, earning a reassuring smile and nod that he didn’t quite buy.

“4-1-5 Adam,” The radio chattered, making your eyes widen in recognition.

“Disturbance in a car,” You muttered.

“Atta girl! You’re starting to pick up on these now,” Stiles grinned, speaking quietly.

“I’m sorry, did you say 4-1-5 Adam?” The sheriff clarified.

“They we’re taking a heart attack victim DOA. But on the way to the hospital, something hit ‘em.”

“What, hit the ambulance?”

“Copy that. I’m standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. There’s blood everywhere,” The voice continued as your boyfriend curiously leaned forward with a look of concern. “And I mean everywhere.”

You looked over at him and to the door, signaling an exit. He nodded before the three of you slid out and ran towards his Jeep. You drove into the dusk, looking for the ambulance. Once you finally found it, Stiles parked a few hundred feet away before you all got out and made your way towards the scene.

“What the hell is Lydia doing?” Stiles questioned as you all hid behind a small hill a close distance away.

“I don’t know,” Scott said.

“What kept you from doing that? Was it Allison?” You breathed, catching glimpse of the bloody interior of the emergency vehicle.

“I hope so,” Scott muttered.

“Do you need to get closer?” Stiles anxiously sighed. Scott sniffed the air before responding.

“No, I got it.”

“Scott,” You shook your head, feeling your heart clench. The boys looked over at you, worried about the words that followed your somber tone. “Just.. I just need you to find her. Please just.. just find her.”

“I will,” He nodded, patting your back before getting up again.

“Hey, she’ll be alright. I know this is scary, but I have faith she’s okay,” Stiles whispered. You furrowed your brows as you looked back at the ambulance. “Hey, hey, look at me. I think we’ve seen enough for a lifetime’s worth of nightmares.”

“Stiles, I.. How are you holding it together so well?” You blinked away the tears in your eyes. “It’s like one big blow after the other. Peter, then the whole stupid fucking witch thing, and Lydia missing-“

“I’m so not holding my cool right now,” He chuckled sweetly, caressing your cheek and wiping away a stray tear. “I’m dying of anxiety at all times. But.. I don’t know. Something about having you around kind of makes it to where I can breathe again.”

“Sti,” You smiled before leaning fully into his embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” He chuckled, feeling the familiar warm sensation spread in his chest at your words. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing you say that.”

“I’ll just have to say it like a billion more times then,” You giggled.

“A billion?” He laughed. “That’ll take you a lifetime.”

“I mean-”

“STILES!” Sheriff Stilinski shouted into the woods, making you both duck. “I saw you, dumb ass. Get out here. Now!”

“Damn it,” He clenched his eyes in frustration before pushing himself off of the ground. You both scrambled to get up and walk over to him. He stood there with his arms crossed and a stern glare that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Do my lectures mean absolutely nothing to you guys?” He scolded, making the awful feeling in your chest multiply. “Do you understand that we have a potential kidnapping murderer on the loose? Do your lives really mean that little to you?!”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stilinski,” You shook your head, trying to clear it of the anxiety. There was now a buzz in your right ear.

“It’s not her fault, Dad. I just-“

“Oh, I know it’s not her fault, son. You and I are going to have a serious conversation about your inquisitiveness and ability to drag your best friend and girlfriend into the worst possible situations!” He shouted. You knew he was speaking at a loud level, but the buzzing got louder as he continued. You winced and covered your right ear. They continued to talk as your eyes closed from the noise.

“Hey, you good?” You heard Stiles say before feeling a grab at your shoulder.

“Lydia,” You whispered subconsciously. “She’s near.”

“Wh-What do you mean?” He stumbled before your head looked over to the woods. And there she stood. Naked and shivering. “Oh my god. Lydia..”

You suddenly snapped back to reality, seeing the face of utter disbelief on your boyfriend’s face before jogging over to her as you took off the coat your borrowed from him. You quickly wrapped her in it, shielding her body from the wandering looks of the men behind you and pushing away the thought of the conversation you weren’t quite ready to have with Stiles; the truth about everything you’ve learned. He was bound to ask about everything later.

“Here. Take this,” You whispered before hugging her. She gladly fell into your arms, shivering violently. “You’re okay. I got you.”

“Thank you,” Her voice shook before wrapping her arms around you and letting out a sob. “Thank you.”

Chapter 2 ->

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high-rise || k.sy x reader

Summary: (ceo!au… ish) walking around your apartment naked has never been a problem, since you live in a high-rise and no one can see in, at least that’s what you thought…

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 9.1k

a/n: reworked this piece originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

additional warnings: mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, choking, degradation, sir kink if you squint

Your scarf was the first thing to hit the floor, followed shortly by your blazer. You toed off your heels as you simultaneously fumbled with the zipper on the back of your skirt, cursing when the fabric snagged the metal teeth. You were sweating with effort by the time you started rolling off your tights, making the task at hand that much more difficult. You kept your button-down on and kicked the rest of the clothes to the side, making a mental note to add them to the laundry later.

One of the (admittedly many) perks of living in a New York City penthouse was the view. Your apartment was ninety percent windows, which were a bitch to clean, but the sights you were privy to made it all worth it.

Manhattan was beautiful at any time of day, but you especially enjoyed it in the evenings. By the time you got home from work the late afternoon sun had begun to set, and you got to watch the soft pinks and oranges of the sunset fade into dusk. Rainy days and snowy days were up there on the list too. You were so high up that your apartment sometimes found itself submerged in the middle of a cloud. You could watch the rain fall onto the city below, or try to make out the horizon through the fog.

Even though your apartment was practically a glass box, being so high up offered you the luxury of privacy, which was why you usually didn’t bother with clothes. The only reason you were still wearing your shirt now was to shake off the chill from outside, but it would soon join the pile by the door.

You turned on the gas fireplace in the living room before making your way to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of the white wine you had opened earlier that week. It was a gift from a client, and not something you would have picked for yourself, but alcohol was alcohol and you wouldn’t dream of letting it go to waste.

You knew you should probably eat something before diving back into the paperwork you had brought home with you, but you were itching to get to it. You would never admit it, but your relationship with your job wasn’t the healthiest. All of your friends knew you were married to your work. Your colleagues and bosses knew it too. And deep down so did you. Maybe that’s why you hadn’t been on a date in... a while. It’s what you told yourself.

Even as you were perusing the options of takeout containers full of leftovers in your fridge you couldn’t stop thinking about the files waiting for you in your briefcase. You had to go over resumès and applications for an open position in your company to familiarize yourself with the candidates before you interviewed them in-person tomorrow.

Your fridge beeped at you, letting you know its door was still open as if you had walked away and forgotten to close it, unaware that you were still standing right in front of it.

“I know, I know,” you sighed and grabbed the styrofoam box of half-eaten sarme from your favorite Albanian restaurant down the street.

As the food warmed in the microwave, you gave in to the urge and retrieved your briefcase from by the door, discarding your shirt with your other clothes while you were over there.

You were just in your panties now, a thong if you were being specific. As much as you hated wearing them, they were the only underwear that wouldn’t show through your skirts and slacks.

You settled on the floor in front of the coffee table with your glass of wine and folder full of documents. The fire burned steadily as you flipped through them and made notes in the margins. Your cabbage rolls were lukewarm around the edges and cold in the middle, but still good nonetheless and you finished the rest. You had been hungrier than you thought.

“Mark Wescott... graduated from Georgetown University in 2013, nice! With a degree in... business admin... real fucking original,” you muttered to yourself, “but he’s got good references and decent experience... so... maybe?”

You uncapped the yellow highlighter in your hand with your teeth and ran it over his name and info at the top. You had a color-coded system for applicants. Pink for top priority, yellow for mid, and orange for low.

“None of these are impressive,” you decided after combing through all of the applications. You shook your head at the stack of papers and pushed them to the side. “Maybe they’ll be better in-person.”

You knew that wasn’t true, but it was getting late and you knew you should get at least a little bit of sleep before tomorrow. You had a lot riding on this hire, so you knew you needed to be coherent enough to sit through eight hours of interviews.

You brought your glass of wine to your lips and downed the last of it. “Here’s to hoping we’ll find the one.”

Soonyoung ran a hand through his hair and blew out a sigh. He was already overwhelmed just looking at the stacks of cardboard boxes in front of him, he couldn’t even think about unpacking them yet.

He needed to find the box with all of his suits, at the very least. He couldn’t roll up to his interview tomorrow in the gray sweats and t-shirt he was wearing now, not if he actually wanted the job.

Moving into his new place the day before an interview had been a good idea in theory. But as he grabbed the box cutter from the counter and started slicing open random boxes with no sense of direction Soonyoung was beginning to rethink his decision.

“Why didn’t I label any of these?” he muttered to himself, cursing at yet another box full of DVDs.

It didn’t help that everything was wrapped in newspaper and impossible to identify at first glance. He knew it helped protect things from breaking and shifting around during travel, but it was already making the task at hand twice as long. He had planned to route the walk from the subway station to the office that evening. He wanted to practice the commute and time it so that he wouldn’t be late in the morning, but as the sunlight began to dwindle from the room he knew he wouldn’t have time. He would just have to get up extra early tomorrow.

At least the new apartment was nice. His last job back in Seoul had set him up nicely to be able to afford a place in the heart of Manhattan. It was on the small side compared to what he was used to, but he didn’t need much space since it was just him living there.

Everything was up to date and all of the appliances were brand new. There was an in-unit washer and dryer tucked away in one of the closets, and the dining area had real exposed brick walls. Soonyoung didn’t know what those things meant, but his realtor had told him they were good.

The sun had set completely by the time Soonyoung finally found his suits. He’d had to plug in one of his table lamps and set it on the floor in the middle of searching just to be able to see what he was looking at.

He hung a few options up in his new closet, hoping some of the wrinkles would ease from the fabric overnight.

With that done, Soonyoung figured he might as well unpack some of the boxes he’d already opened. It wasn’t efficient work, seeing as he had neglected to label anything, but Soonyoung managed to put away some dishes, shoes, and miscellaneous sheets and towels before he finally checked the clock again and realized how late it was.

Most of the windows in the surrounding buildings had already gone dark for the night, except for those of the apartment directly across from his. It was in the only other high-rise that was as tall as his, making the illuminated unit at the top stick out even more.

It was then that Soonyoung realized he could see directly into the apartment. He smiled to himself, taking comfort in the fact that he wasn’t alone in being up at such a late hour. He wondered who his night-owl of a neighbor might be. His question was answered moments later when a shadow of movement caught his attention.

A woman who looked to be about his age emerged from a hallway carrying a stack of papers. He couldn’t make out the details of her face from where he was, but as she stepped into the light he could tell that she was naked.

Soonyoung immediately averted his gaze, snapping his head in the opposite direction so fast that he heard his neck crack. He gave it a second or two before looking back, assuming she was gone annnd nope. He squeezed his eyes shut a second time and turned his entire body away from the window. Now she was just... sitting in her living room? Completely naked? He wasn’t one to judge, but the knowledge alone was enough to make being a gentleman harder... amongst other things.

“Focus,” he told himself, resisting the urge to glance at the window. “Don’t be a creep.”

He attempted to resume his unpacking, only to find himself distracted every few minutes, sneaking glances at the window unconsciously. Every time he caught himself looking he was doused in a fresh wave of guilt. He knew it was wrong, but for whatever reason he couldn’t stop himself. The irony of being a peeping tom was not lost on him.

Soonyoung watched as the girl in the window stood from her spot on the floor and stretched, watched as her muscles tensed and relaxed when she raised her arms above her head. A mix of shame and arousal burned in his stomach as his eyes traced the outline of her curves.

All of the sudden it occurred to him that she could also probably see into his apartment. If she were to look over right now she’d see him standing like an idiot in the window practically gawking at her from fifty feet away. He panicked and lunged to turn off the lamp that was still sitting on the floor so that the whole room went dark.

That night as he lay in bed trying to fall asleep, Soonyoung thought about the stranger across the way. He wondered if there was a reason for her state of undress. If she had been waiting for someone, or if that someone had just left. Was that why she was up as late as he was? At least she was getting some. He wished he could say the same for himself.

“This is starting to get sad,” he mumbled and buried his face in his hands. ‘Starting to’ was being generous and he knew it.

He wished the morning would come, wished he was on his way to his job interview already, but every time he checked the time only a few minutes had gone by. He knew he wasn’t going to get much sleep anyway, at least if it was morning he’d be able to do something productive and get his mind off the girl in the window.

Soonyoung rolled over away from his bedroom window and pulled the blankets tighter around his shoulders. He could hear ambulance sirens and car horns from the street down below, the ambience of the traffic lulling the city to sleep.

Your morning started like any other. Your alarm went off at six-thirty and you snoozed it until seven, groaning when you finally dragged yourself out of bed. You turned on the shower and brewed a pot of coffee while you waited for the water to heat up.

You had been trying to get into tea recently, slowly working on cutting coffee out of your life completely and making the switch to the much healthier alternative. Tea had less caffeine and offered a whole range of health benefits that coffee didn’t. You’d read endless articles about how much better it was for you, but it wasn’t as coffee

The switch would be going a lot better if you didn’t let yourself make excuses to keep drinking coffee every morning. It would probably also be going a lot better if you weren’t guilt-chugging that cup (or two) of coffee before leaving your apartment six minutes earlier than usual to catch the 8:00 train instead of the 8:10 train just so you could grab a to-go cup of earl gray from the tea shop down the street from your office and drink that as you walked into work so that you could continue to keep up the charade that your tea-drinking endeavors were going well in front of your coworkers.

The glass was already foggy when you returned to take your shower. You wanted to be at the office early today to set up for the interviews so you tied up your hair and quickly rinsed off. The soapy water hadn’t even finished draining from the tile floor before you were out and wrapping yourself up in a towel.

You dried yourself off and dropped the towel in your hamper, not bothering with clothes yet. You walked back into the kitchen and poured yourself a cup of coffee.

You sipped it as you turned on the stove and cracked an egg into a pan. You usually liked to have a bagel or a quick granola bar before work, but when you were feeling fancy you liked to make yourself a couple slices of avocado toast for breakfast. You had decided that today was a fancy day.

You popped the bread in the toaster as the eggs fried and sliced a ripe avocado in the meantime. As soon as you were done with that, it was time to flip the eggs and put the toast on a plate.

You finished your first cup of coffee and went to pour yourself a second, but thought better of it. You’d be sitting in one place for a majority of the day and too much caffeine would make you fidgety and anxious if you didn’t have a way to diffuse the energy.

You ate your breakfast at the bar in your kitchen, looking over the stack of resumes one last time as you did.

“Are you ready for today?” one of your supervisors, Carolina, asked as soon as she saw you walk in the door.

You took a sip of tea from the paper cup in your hand and grimaced. “I’ve been dreading it all week.”

“At least it’ll be over by tonight.”

“Sure, this round will be over, but then there’s still follow-up interviews and training and-”

“Whoa, whoa, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. This is the worst part, and we’ve just got to take it one thing at a time.”

You sighed. “You’re right, sorry.”

Carolina smiled and nodded her head in the direction of the hall. “Conference Room B is all set up for you when you’re ready. Page me to let me know when I can send the candidates in.”

“Got it, thanks.”

You set yourself up with your laptop and paperwork at one end of the table, and left the seat across from you open for the interviewee.

The morning dragged by at an agonizingly slow pace. Each potential hire seemed determined to bore you to death with their graduate school anecdotes and corporate buzzwords. They were all the same. Too stiff, too self-absorbed, too-

“Y/n, we’ve got your next one ready for you.”

You cleared your throat before pressing the speak button on the intercom, having been lost in thought when Carolina’s voice began echoing throughout the room.

“Sounds good, you can send them over to me.”

You sat up a little straighter in your chair and brushed yourself off. You’d been interviewing for a couple hours straight already, but you still wanted to look fresh-faced for everyone who came in. You were representing the company, after all, and interviews were just as much about trying to impress the candidates as it was about them trying to impress you.

You reached for your cup of tea before remembering it had probably long since gone cold and grimaced, perking up when you heard the familiar squeak of the door.

The young man offered you his hand before settling in the chair opposite yours with a polite smile.

“Mr.... Kwon,” you said, reading his name off of his resume in front of you. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” he agreed. “And you can call me Soonyoung.”

You quirked an eyebrow, but nodded. Straight past his last name and right to Soonyoung, interesting you mused to yourself as you scanned his profile again.

“Nice to meet you, Soonyoung. I’m y/n y/l/n. I’m a Senior Associate here and I’m just going to ask you a few questions about yourself, your work, typical interview stuff. Does that sound okay?”

“Sounds perfect.”

You paused and pretended to organize the papers in front of you while you discreetly gave him a once-over, making mental notes to yourself. He wore a Rolex on his left wrist. That told you that his last job had paid well enough to be able to afford one- either that or his parents came from money. You had a lot of trust-fund kids wasting your time today, you hoped he wasn’t another. Your office already reeked of nepotism and you just wanted this new hire to be on your side of things.

He was rather handsome too. Smartly dressed, sharp jawline, hair that was just barely tamed by gel, warm brown eyes that crinkled up in the corners when he smiled- you had to remind yourself not to stare.

“Alright, Soonyoung, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?” The question always tasted bitter when you asked it and it was hard not to cringe. It was the most basic question in the book, but it was a good way to get to know what kind of an employee someone was.

“Uh, well, I just moved here from Seoul. I got in yesterday afternoon and still have loads to unpack, but I’m hoping to adjust quick. I was an Executive Consultant for five years at my last firm, and had just been promoted to Executive Manager last spring.” He paused to think. “What else... I really love to golf on my days off, and if I’m not golfing I’m usually at home watching movies.”

“A lot of our clients like to golf,” you commented off-handedly. “Are you any good?”

Soonyoung shrugged, smiling humbly. “I’m decent. I haven’t had the chance to play for real in a while.”

“Why’s that?” you were aware you were moving away from interview territory, but you told yourself it was relevant enough to pursue.

“Most of my recent games were taking clients out to golf at my old firm. I had to play like shit on purpose so they’d win and we’d close a deal.”

“Did you ever consider that maybe they were just better than you?” you asked.

Soonyoung narrowed his eyes the tiniest bit, but kept a polite smile on his face. “Trust me, I had to try very hard to lose.”

“So you had a pretty successful closing rate?”

“About twenty-six percent.”

You tried to hide your surprise, nodding as if that was a completely normal closing rate for your company.

“May I ask why you moved?” you continued.

“I’ve lived in Seoul my entire life. I wanted a change of scenery, I suppose.”

“Moving across the globe without the security of a job? That seems like quite a big risk.”

He gave another shrug. “What’s life without a few risks?”

You nodded, writing what he’d said down on the yellow notepad in front of you. Soonyoung shifted in his seat, subtly craning his neck to see across the table at what you were jotting down.

“Moving on,” you said and flipped the notebook over abruptly. The slap of the movement startled Soonyoung momentarily and he only let the deer-in-the-headlights look cross his features for a second before recomposing himself. “Do you consider yourself to be a leader or a follower?”

“I’m a switch,” he answered easily, eyes only widening in realization once the sentence left his mouth. “I mean, I can switch. I was in a management position at my last job, but I still had plenty of superiors to answer to. I started at an entry level in that company and worked my way up, so I have experience with both.”

“And do you have any qualms with being a subordinate to a woman? I ask because if you’re offered the position I would be your boss.”

Soonyoung shook his head in response, giving a small, almost imperceptible smirk. “Like I said.”

The rest of the interview passed by smoothly, and you didn’t realize how much time had passed until you glanced up at the clock above the door. You straightened the stack of papers in front of you to indicate that you were wrapping things up and stood from your chair to shake Soonyoung’s hand again.

“To be completely candid, Mr. Kwon- Soonyoung, you are overqualified for this position. However, our company offers plenty of mobility and your starting salary would be almost equal to your previous one. If you’re interested, I’d like to set up a follow-up interview with you tomorrow.”

Soonyoung smiled, and there went the crinkles of his eyes again, softening the sharpness of his features and making him look a couple years younger. “That sounds perfect. Thank you.”

“Great. On your way out you can schedule a time to meet with Carolina.”

“I’ll be sure to do that,” he assured you. “Thank you again.”

“Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow?” you hoped the question didn’t sound too hopeful.

“See you tomorrow.”

You went home feeling a thousand times better than you had that morning. The rest of the interviews had been a blur, and you couldn’t stop thinking about Soonyoung. He surpassed all of the other candidates in almost every aspect, and it didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes.

You knew your attraction to him was a problem. You couldn’t hire someone just because you thought they were hot. It was insanely biased, and extremely inappropriate, yet you couldn’t shake the thought of him from your mind. You would be crossing every line in the existence of lines by sleeping with him- that was, if he even felt the same way about you. It would be an unethical use of power, and totally unprofessional so you resolved not to even think about him in that way. Because there was no way around it. He was the best candidate for the job and a perfect addition to your team. You couldn’t not hire him.

The route home usually took about half an hour, but you walked at a faster pace this time because you were supposed to have dinner with a colleague at your apartment and you needed time to cook so there’d be food on the table when he got there.

You made it home in half the time, and kicked off your shoes by the door like you usually did, but kept your work clothes on.

To say you were unprepared for this dinner was an understatement. You barely had anything in your pantry and your cooking skills were subpar at best. Add the time crunch into the equation and it was a recipe for disaster. You could only throw a pot of water on the stove and crack open a jar of marinara sauce and hope for the best.

Soonyoung tried not to smile too wide as he walked out of the interview. He needed to remind himself that the job wasn’t his yet. He still had another interview to get through. Still, he figured a follow-up to be somewhat of a success and a good enough reason to treat himself to pizza.

By the time he made it back to his apartment it was almost dark out. His interview had been in the morning, but after walking two miles to get to the pizzeria he’d found on Yelp, getting on the wrong train twice and missing his stop, it was well into the afternoon. He was glad he’d ordered a whole pizza so he could have the leftovers for dinner, and wouldn’t have to venture out into the city again.

The cardboard boxes sprawled across his living room floor were an unwelcome sight, taunting him with their unlabeled contents, but he tried not to think about it. He deserved at least an hour of rest before he started unpacking again.

He pushed one of the heavier ones into the center of the room to use as a table and set the pizza box on top of it. After changing back into a t-shirt and sweats he settled on the floor with a grunt, twisting the cap off a bottle of beer with the hem of his shirt. He took a sip and let the bubbles soothe his throat.

He stared off out the window, attention snapping to the apartment across from his. Soonyoung realized he hadn’t thought about the girl in the window all day, and silently patted himself on the back for it. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to live with, and he wouldn’t have to spiral into a pattern of self-loathing every time he found himself looking. As long as he kept himself in check.

He let himself look for a little longer, promising himself that he would look away if he saw anything he wasn’t supposed to. The lights were on, like they had been last night, but he didn’t see the woman. He scanned the array of windows until he saw her sitting at the kitchen table. She wasn’t alone tonight. There was another person at the table with her, a man.

Soonyoung bit his lip and tried to ignore the way his heart sank. He didn’t even know this person, didn’t even know what her face looked like and here he was getting jealous of another person he didn’t know.

He tore his gaze away from the window and stared down at the floor.

“Stupid,” he muttered to himself and took another bite of his pizza even though he had lost his appetite.

People had crushes on strangers all the time. His would fade and soon he wouldn’t even be thinking of whoever it was in that apartment across the way. And if things went well with tomorrow’s interview, he had you. He hadn’t expected to be interviewed by someone his age, let alone someone as pretty as you. It had caught him off guard in the best way possible, and he found himself hanging onto every word you said.

But he wouldn’t be able to act on his feelings with you either, because if he was hired you would be his boss. And it would be completely inappropriate to harbor feelings like that for a colleague. He’d only lived here for a day. He would meet someone eventually. He just needed to give it time.

Joshua Hong wasn’t in town for long. He never was. You wondered why he bothered flying all the way to New York for a few conferences when he could just join them online, but he insisted that having face-to-face interactions were important for interpersonal connections and relationship building and so on.

Secretly, you believed the real reason to be that he missed you and your colleagues on the east coast and used business as an excuse to see you. He had lived in New York for a few years before moving to the LA division of your company. The shift in the dynamic of your team had taken a toll, and it took you months to forgive him for leaving. The first few times he came back to visit were nearly impossible to endure. Everyone was happy to see him, but you. You faked a smile and played along, but your relationship had never fully recovered.

Maybe it was because you’d always had a little crush on him, or because no one was there to take his place, leaving your team dividing his workload amongst yourselves with no additional compensation. The position you were currently hiring for actually used to be Joshua’s. It had taken nine months to convince the CEO to finally fill it, and he only agreed after one of your coworkers threatened to sue over breach of contract.

Even though you were certain that you and Joshua would never be as close as you had once been again, he still had you wrapped around his finger in some ways because you could never say no to him. When he’d asked to have dinner with you under the guise of work, you’d agreed on instinct, not considering how tired you would be or how strenuous it would be to see him again.

“This is really good,” Joshua complimented, twirling spaghetti around on his fork.

“You’re just saying that,” you countered and rolled your eyes as you sipped your wine.

“I’m not!”

“Please, I know LA has ruined you and turned you into a food snob. I watch your Instagram stories.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t love a good classic.”

“You and I both know this marinara is from a jar.”

He chuckled. “So? That doesn’t change the fact that it’s good.”

“Whatever.”

Joshua gave you an amused smile from across the table and placed his fork back down on his plate. “So I hear they’re finally replacing me?”

You nodded. “They are. ‘They’ being me.”

“Really?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “Anyone promising?”

“There’s this guy, Soonyoung, who might fit.”

“What’s he like?”

“He’s Korean, actually just moved here. He’s pretty charismatic too, but not in a sleazy salesman way. Kind of like you.”

“Is he better than me?” Joshua pressed, leaning forward with his elbows on the table.

“You know there’s no way to tell that yet,” you chided. “But he shows promise.”

“Let me see his profile.”

You shook your head. “Sorry, but you don’t have the clearance to see it.”

Joshua’s eyes widened like he couldn’t believe you were saying no to him, probably because he rarely heard it from you. “What, do we work in a government agency all of the sudden?”

“I have a lot riding on this hire, Joshua. I can’t let anything screw it up.” He seemed to surrender at that, nodding in understanding. “Did you ask me to dinner just to grill me about the new guy?”

“No! I wanted to see you,” he paused, “and make sure that you wouldn’t forget about me when I was replaced.”

You sighed, giving him a tired, perhaps wistful look. “Trust me, I couldn’t forget you if I tried.”

Joshua left around eleven, after several glasses of wine and helping you with the dishes. As much as you hated to admit it, you missed him. But you needed to move on, in more ways than one.

You stripped as soon as you locked the door behind him and threw your work clothes into the laundry basket.

You were a little tipsy from the wine, but you still had work to do before you could go to sleep. There was paperwork to finalize, and you still had to draft a rejection email for all of the candidates who weren’t moving on in the interviewing process.

You grabbed your briefcase and returned to the kitchen table, rolling your neck as you realized you had another long night ahead of you.

Soonyoung wasn’t aware that he was staring until the man stood from his seat and took the dishes from the table to the sink. The sudden motion pulled him back to reality and reminded him that he was sitting alone in the dark once again. He cursed under his breath and chugged the rest of his beer.

His pizza had gone cold in the time he’d spent trying to determine the relationship between the man and the woman in the apartment across from his. He couldn’t tell what they were, and not being able to read their facial expressions made it even harder.

He watched as they washed dishes shoulder to shoulder, telling himself that it was no different from people watching, which was untrue since the people in question weren’t in public, but he ignored the guilt twisting in his stomach and continued to watch. At least no one was naked this time.

The woman’s shoulders moved up and down in laughter, suggesting the man had said something funny. But then she was walking him to the door and letting him out, and that was it. Show was over.

So they weren’t together. At least, not yet. Soonyoung hated himself for the conclusion he’d just drawn, and he hated himself even more for feeling relieved.

Soonyoung leaned back to reach the lamp that was still on the floor and flicked it on so that he could see. He shoved the leftover pizza into the back of his fridge and returned to the living room to try and get a little more unpacking done.

He started with one of the boxes he’d opened the day before when he had been in search of his suits, and began sorting through its contents. He allowed himself another glance at the window to check if the man had returned, only to see the woman completely naked. Again.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he groaned and forcefully turned his eyes to the floor. He needed to buy some curtains as soon as possible because there was no way he would be able to be a respectful neighbor otherwise.

He blinked the image of her silhouette from his mind, trying not to dwell on the thought of her sitting at her kitchen table with nothing between her thighs and the chair.

He couldn’t focus. Every time he tried to get back to the task at hand his thoughts went to her. It was getting pathetic.

One more look. One more and then never again.

It seemed like a simple enough resolution and he promised God he would go to confession at the end of the week- even though it had been years since he’d been to mass.

He gave in to his curiosity and gave the window one final, longing glance. The woman was still at the table, concentrating on something in front of her. But something else caught Soonyoung’s attention this time. It was a snakeskin briefcase that sat on the table next to her. He had only noticed it because of the gold details on the bag that reflected the light, just like the one you-

A thousand different emotions flooded Soonyoung’s senses as the realization set in. It felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. There was no way-

It had to be a coincidence. Had to be. Two people could have the same briefcase... and the same body... and the same hair. As he thought back to his interview earlier that day he saw more and more similarities between you and the girl in the window.

He definitely needed to go to confession now. Not only had he been staring in the window of some naked woman, the woman might just be his future boss.

He felt sick, and despite it all he felt the familiar burn of arousal flicker to life in his stomach. There was no way he’d be getting any sleep tonight.

Soonyoung seemed different. Yesterday he had been confident, charming, and on top of every question you threw at him. Today, he seemed nervous. He was fidgety and distracted. He wouldn’t even make eye contact with you. He kept his gaze trained on your briefcase instead, refusing to take his eyes off of it.

You had been so sure that he was the one, but now you were thinking you might have to start from scratch.

“Soonyoung, are you okay?” you asked, your frustration turning into concern when he failed to answer your question for the third time. “Do you need me to repeat the question again?”

He looked up at you finally, eyes wide and cheeks pink. “Sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s okay.”

“No, I- I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I can’t do this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I- fuck,” he paused to take a deep breath and shook his head. “I don’t know how to put this, but I think... we’re neighbors.”

“Oh, you live in my building?”

You didn’t see a problem with that. You weren’t sure why it was something he would be tearing himself up over either.

“No, I don’t.”

“So... then how would we be neighbors?”

He averted his gaze again and swallowed harshly. “I live in the high-rise across from yours.”

You raised your eyebrows in question, feeling your pulse jump in warning. Your fingers inched toward the phone, ready to call security at a moment’s notice.

“And fuck, I really wanted this job, but um, I only know that because my apartment is literally right across from yours. And you have a lot of windows... that I can see into.”

You let his words sink in, hand retreating from the phone. “Oh my god.”

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t trying to look or anything, I promise. Your windows are just so big. I didn’t even want to come in today because I felt so bad about it, but I figured you should know that it was possible to see into your apartment. Like other people might also be able to see you too. I just came to tell you that because I don’t think I’d be able to live my life just knowing that information and not telling you.” Soonyoung stopped talking finally, giving you an opportunity to respond. The tips of his ears were red with embarrassment and he looked like he wanted to jump out the window.

You were covering your mouth with shock by now, absolutely mortified. “I am so sorry,” you yelped. “I had no idea, oh my god. I hope you don’t feel... violated or anything.”

“Oh, not at all,” he assured you. “I felt the opposite, actually- I mean, I hope you don’t feel violated.” He stood from his chair before you could say anything else. “Anyway, thank you for your time.”

Soonyoung kicked himself the whole way to the subway station. That job had been the best opportunity he had at breaking into the industry here in New York and he’d fucked it. He could’ve kept his big mouth shut and pretended like everything was normal- but just the thought of that made bile rise in the back of his throat.

No, he was glad he had been honest. It just sucked that he’d lost such a good position, and ruined whatever nonexistent chance he had with you.

When he got home he threw all of his energy into unpacking. He was determined to make a real dent in the pile of boxes this time, and then maybe afterward fill out some job applications.

His apartment was actually starting to look livable by the time he took a break to eat leftover pizza for dinner. He’d unwrapped the plastic covering and bubble wrap from his couch so that he actually had a place to sit now, and he’d found a standing lamp to replace the table lamp sitting on the floor.

He was about to move on to a box full of clothes when he risked taking a look over at your apartment. To his surprise, you were standing in your living room, wearing nothing but a bra and panties. He furrowed his eyes in confusion, wondering why you were still choosing to walk around your apartment undressed with the knowledge that he could see you. But before he could look away his phone started buzzing in his pocket. It was an unsaved number, but he suddenly had the feeling he knew who it was.

“Hello?”

“Soonyoung?”

He recognized the voice immediately, and snapped his attention back over to the windows where he could see you looking back this time, phone pressed to your ear.

“Y/n.” He realized he had never called you by your first name before, and hoped you weren’t offended by it.

“The job’s yours if you want it.”

He blinked, staring right at you. “What?”

“The position. It’s yours if you want it. You were the best candidate by far and I think you’d make a great addition to the team.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re serious?”

“I am.” He heard you take a breath before continuing. “You have time to think it over, of course. Let me know by the weekend.”

“I don’t need time to think,” he heard himself say.

“No?”

“No. I’ll take it.” “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Soonyoung?” you asked, reaching behind you and unclipping your bra. You caught the fabric and pressed it against your chest so that it wouldn’t slip down.

“Yeah?”

“Tell me if I’m overstepping.”

“You’re not overstepping,” he breathed, hand already traveling down to the waistband of his shorts.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He watched with a slack jaw as you let the bra fall to the floor. You moved to the couch and draped yourself over it, opening your legs to give him a view of your whole body, from your pussy up to your neck. He pulled off his shirt and shimmied out of his shorts quickly so that you were on an even playing field. It was still uneven in his opinion. You were so beautiful, he felt inadequate in comparison. But the moan you let out upon seeing him shirtless boosted his ego the tiniest bit.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” you murmured quietly into the phone.

“I don’t want to stop,” Soonyoung admitted.

“Me either.”

His breath caught in his throat as you pulled your panties down and let them join your bra on the floor. He was too far away to see anything in detail, but he could imagine. You brought a hand down in between your legs, spreading your wetness around with your fingers.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

He was hard. He was so hard that it was starting to hurt, and all he could think about was running his cock through your folds. Being the one to make your back arch off the couch like it was now.

He spat into his palm and began working his hand up and down his cock, sighing in relief.

“You sound so pretty,” you echoed, and Soonyoung straight up whimpered in response. He felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “God, I wish I had your fingers instead of mine. They’re so much longer.”

“Guess you’ll just have to imagine them,” Soonyoung said, finding his voice out of nowhere. It was your turn to whimper. “Picture them working you open, stretching you for my cock.”

“Soonyoung?” you asked hoarsely.

“Yeah?”

“Come over.”

“Fuck, right now?”

“Yes right now. I need you,” you whined. “Fiftieth floor, the door code is 0716.”

He heard the phone click as you hung up and that was all it took. He scrambled for his pants and shirt that he’d thrown somewhere in the room, tripping when he tried to jump into both legs of his shorts at the same time. He rushed out into the hallway and pressed the down button on the elevator repeatedly, like it would make it come any faster.

He tried to act like he wasn’t out of breath and held his hands together in front of his crotch in an attempt to hide his erection. The other people on the elevator ignored him, only addressing him to ask which floor he was going to.

Soonyoung swore he’d never run so fast in his entire life. He dodged taxis, bikers, and pedestrians as he crossed the street illegally and made it to the elevator of your building right before the doors shut.

You had put on a sheer robe while you waited for Soonyoung, not wanting to open the door completely naked, but you were beginning to have second thoughts. You were officially Soonyoung’s boss now, which meant that having sex with him was at the very top of the list of things you shouldn’t do. It would no doubt be considered a gross misuse of power, and to make matters worse he had literally just been hired. His first experience with you shouldn’t be in bed-

You heard the lock click and turned around to see Soonyoung standing in your doorway. He was breathing hard and practically dripping with sweat. All doubts about crossing the line vanished when you looked into his eyes and saw how dark they were. He hadn’t even said anything, yet you knew how much he wanted you.

Even more evident was the outline of his hard cock straining against the fabric of his sweat shorts. You tried not to stare, but you figured it was only fair, given how he was staring at you.

Soonyoung let the door shut behind him before approaching you. His hands trembled as he brought them up to your shoulders, like he was unsure of where to start. He slipped his thumbs under the hem of your robe finally and you shivered at the contact. You bit your lip and nodded at him to keep going.

He pulled the fabric down off your shoulders and let the robe pool at your feet. You looked down at it and then back up at him expectantly. He took the cue to follow and yanked his shirt off over his head, followed by his shorts so that he was in his underwear.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. His voice sounded an octave lower than it had been over the phone and it made your knees weak.

“Please,” you choked out.

He placed one hand on your cheek and tilted your head to the side, pressing his lips to yours. It was needy and desperate, strung with promises of what was to follow. His peppermint chapstick made your lips tingle and you leaned in, deepening the kiss. His fingers dug into your waist as he took control, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

Soonyoung’s hands made their way down to your ass and squeezed, making you yelp in surprise. He chuckled against your mouth and broke away from the kiss.

“Should we move this to my bedroom?” you asked, breathless.

Soonyoung shook his head. “I want to take you here.”

“Where?”

“Here,” he repeated and nodded toward the windows.

“O-okay,” you agreed, a little unsure on the mechanics of how it would work. But Soonyoung seemed confident, beckoning you over with a wave of his hand.

“C’mere,” he said. “I know you said you wanted my fingers, but I’m dying for a taste of you,” he admitted. “Is that okay?”

You nodded desperately as you watched Soonyoung sink to his knees in front of you. He pushed his hair back with his hand and used the other to hike your leg up over his shoulder. You felt his breath on your clit before anything else, felt the way he was hovering inches in front of your cunt like a goddamn tease.

“Soonyoung, please,” you begged.

You jolted when he suddenly buried his face in between your thighs, letting out a strangled moan as his tongue circled your clit. It was all too much and you had to pull on his hair to maintain your balance. Soonyoung didn’t seem to mind too much, in fact it only spurred him on as he moved even further down and began to tongue fuck you.

His nose bumped against your clit as he worked his tongue in and out of you and it was all you could do not to black out from the pleasure. You braced yourself against the window with one hand, trying to hold off the orgasm building in the pit of your stomach.

“Soonyoung, wait,” you cried and tugged him away from your pussy by his hair.

He jutted his lip out in a pout and frowned like he was disappointed he hadn’t gotten to finish you off. His chin was glistening in your arousal and his lips were pink and swollen from sucking on your clit.

“I want you inside of me,” you pleaded. “Please, Soonyoung?”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rose from his knees, smirking as he took the advantage of height back.

“Of course, angel,” he said, pulling you closer so that he could kiss you again. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue, ignoring the way he laughed at your neediness. “Turn around for me, love,” he instructed as he pushed his boxers down. “Hands on the window.”

You did as you were told and bent over. Soonyoung’s hand made contact with your ass just once, the harsh smack echoing throughout the room. You cried out, body shaking even when he ran a hand over the mark to soothe it.

He took his time lining himself up with you, wanting to tease you as much as possible before he finally gave you what you wanted. You tried pushing yourself back against him, but he was having none of it and put you back in your place every time.

“I didn’t take you for a brat,” he mused.

“I didn’t take you for a tease,” you bit back through gritted teeth.

“Yes you did.”

“Fine, but I didn’t take you for someone who was all talk and no follow-through.”

That seemed to work because Soonyoung pushed himself inside you as soon as the sentence left your mouth. You lurched forward, hands on the window slipping as you cursed him out.

“What were you saying?” he taunted, running a hand down your exposed back.

“N-nothing!”

“That’s what I thought.”

He gave you a few moments to adjust to his size, but you were too impatient to wait and began fucking yourself on his cock, desperate for the release that had built up when he was going down on you. Soonyoung brought his hand down against your ass again and stilled your hips.

“Did I say you could move?” he demanded. “Answer me.”

“No!”

“Then why did you?”

“I’m sorry!” you cried.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Your cock-” you choked out, “felt so good. I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, darling. You’re going to be a good girl for me now, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

He seemed satisfied with your answer and thrust into you once, then again, slowly building up to a steady rhythm.

For a moment or two all that could be heard was the slapping of skin and your shaky gasps. Soonyoung’s cock was bigger than you expected, and each time he hit your g-spot you couldn’t help but let your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure.

You weren’t even trying to hold back your moans at this point, too fucked out to care. Soonyoung let a hand wrap around the front of your body and travel up to your throat. He rubbed his thumb along your jaw, pressing it against your lips for you to suck on.

You took it into your mouth eagerly, letting him push it further and further until you were practically gagging on it. When he was satisfied with your work he took his finger out of your mouth and wrapped the same hand around your throat, squeezing lightly.

“Fuck,” you whined.

“Are you close?” Soonyoung asked, likely because he was also teetering on the edge.

“Yes, so close.”

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” he pressed, tightening his grip on your neck. “Think anyone watching you get fucked like a slut against the window deserves to see you cum?”

“No one can see me,” you insisted. “It was only you.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t,” you admitted, feeling like the invisible string inside of you would snap at any second.

“You could have a whole audience and not even know it, y/n. What do you think, should we give them a show?”

All you could do was nod as he continued to pound into you from behind, not trusting yourself to speak.

“Soonyoung, please let me cum I can’t hold it-” you gasped as you tipped over the edge before he could respond, clenching around his cock harder than you knew you were capable of. It felt as if you were falling from the window of your apartment, hurtling toward the ground some fifty stories below.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Soonyoung muttered, his hips faltering.

“Cum inside me, please cum inside me,” you begged. “I’m on the pill you can cum inside me.”

He came with a groan of your name, pumping his cum further into you with every thrust. “So fucking tight,” he sighed as he continued to lazily rock his hips into yours. “Is your poor cunt so sensitive now?” he asked, voice dripping with fake sympathy.

“Yes,” you answered quietly, feeling tears prick in the corners of your eyes at the overstimulation.

Soonyoung pulled out of you finally, making you whimper at the empty feeling. He chuckled and helped you stand up straight, ready to catch you if your legs gave out.

“That’s what you get for cumming without permission,” he said.

“You’re an asshole,” you mumbled, eyes only half open. “I’m your boss. You should let me cum whenever I want.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Soonyoung assured you.

You watched as he picked up his clothes from around your living room and wondered if you had just ruined everything. Once he was dressed he made his way back over to you and kissed you chastely on the lips. The kiss didn’t help you relax at all. It only confused your feelings for him even more.

“See you monday?” you asked hopefully. If nothing else, you hoped he would still accept the position for the sake of your team, even if things between you were awkward and he never wanted to sleep with you again-

“See you monday,” he repeated in confirmation. “And next round’s at my place.”

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Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?

No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good!

Hawks Rut Headcannons

Genre: fluff, smut

Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)

Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times

Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao

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Pre-Rut Behaviors

Grooming and Preening

Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.

He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.

Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has.

Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.

Possessiveness and Protection

You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a l o t.

Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”

You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.

If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.

He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...

He.

Is.

Angry.

Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.

Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.

All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.

One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.

You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean.

If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.

If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut.

You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.

Nesting

He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?”

If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.

He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.

He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you.

He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.

Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.

He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.

He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.

Noises

He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”

You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood practically belongs to him.

Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.

Rut End-game

On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.

When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.

So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.

You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.

In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.

Physical Changes

Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.

His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.

He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.

His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.

His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.

His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.

his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).

His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck

His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’

His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him.

Rut (MAJOR NSFW)

Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS).

He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.

However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.

He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.

Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.

This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.

Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.

When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.

He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!”

One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.

You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected.

He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.

He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days.

Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.

He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose.

Yeah, he’s got that much energy.

Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed.

There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.

During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you.

He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.

He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough.

He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.

Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.

He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you

How much he loves you

How good you make him feel

How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut

How you’re his mate for life

How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.

Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.

When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

He finishes off by pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.

This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses.

His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day.

Post Rut

When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off.

He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.

He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.

Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.

He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.

He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.

Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.

Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.

Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard

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Little Songbird (pt 3)

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu becomes addicted to your voice and wants to hear you... sing some more.

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,087

Warnings: The extra Smut Chapter ;)

The next day, you were a bit exhausted from the previous night’s... activities. But you set about work the same way as usual, though buzzing with an unusual excitement about the evening to come.

You were working on repairing a rip in one of your old dresses. You really wanted to impress the Lady and look as good as possible, now that she had taken a liking to you. As you worked, the head maid asked you about your previous night’s duties while preparing lunch.

“It wasn’t all bad.” You kept your gaze on the hole in the dress you were mending as she prepped ingredients. “The Lady seemed very preoccupied. I don’t think I was much of a bother.”

“That’s very rare,” another maid cackled while peeling potatoes next to you. “She always looks at us like we’re the dirt on the bottom of her shoes. But I suppose the pay is good.”

“Not freezing out in the cold is very good pay, I agree,” the head house maid said dryly. “I suggest you try to keep it that way.”

The maid looked flustered at the comment and scampered off, intimidated by her gaze and muttering something about more things to be done. You bit your lip to stop from smiling.

“How was it really, my dear?” The head maid turned to you, a much kinder look in her eyes now. “The Lady can be a touch.. harsh.”

“It was fine, really. I didn’t know she had a piano until now.”

“Oh, yes. I’ve never heard her play myself, but I’ve heard stories she used to perform. Especially around holidays or important events.”

“Really?” Your mouth gaped a little as she explained. “I didn’t know she was that good at piano.”

“Oh, no, dear. Not piano. She would sing. It’s a bit sad we haven’t heard her sing at all in our time at the castle. I suspect it would make her a little more approachable. But that may not be what she wants. I’ve heard she was quite a talented singer though...”

As she kept talking, the needle had stilled in your hands, your body freezing at the sudden revelation. Lady Dimitrescu, a singer? Surely not.

“..Are you alright?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, thinking of how she would sound, what she would sing, and if you would ever get to hear her sing.

“Yes, yes I’m fine.” You kept pushing the needle through the fabric, trying to remain calm. You felt your body tingle as you remembered the way she wanted to hear you sing. “I have to say, it is quite surprising.”

“Our Lady is definitely full of surprises.” She patted your shoulder before leaving you to your thoughts and your half-stitched handiwork. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to focus on any tasks for the rest of the day now.

Later that night, you hurried to sneak through the hallways on your way to your Lady’s bedchambers. You really didn’t want anyone to see you on the way, since you had no supplies to have an excuse of a chore to be done this time. There was one maid who caught your eye, and she gave you a curious once-over as you walked by in your nicest dress, looking like you were going out rather than going to bed.

When you got to the door of the room, your heart was thundering in your chest. Your hands had gotten sweaty, and you didn’t understand what was so stressing for you. She had seen every inch of you already, had stripped you on top of the piano, and made you come like you never had before.

You delicately rapped your knuckles on the door, and waited for long, agonizing moments for a response. When none came, you became curious. You turned the door handle and pushed. It opened with no resistance, and there seemed to be no noise coming from inside the room.

You poked your head inside, and was once again astounded by the sheer size of the room. Against your better judgment, you slipped inside and shut the door behind you. Being early was always a good thing, you decided.

Since Lady Dimitrescu wasn’t there yet, you had time to take it in. You were drawn to the massive bed, and the dark red sheets that adorned it. Probably the best colour choice, you figured, considering the high risks of blood stains on any surface in the entire castle.

You approached and ran a hand over the edge of the fabric, marvelling at its silkiness and expensive textures. It reminded you of everything Lady Dimitrescu liked to wear; expensive, silky, smooth...

The door slammed open, ripping the quiet thought out of your brain, and there stood Lady Dimitrescu. Her expression was fuming, angry, but it didn’t seem to be directed at you, because the minute she saw you standing in the room, it softened in confusion. Like she had forgotten you’d be coming.

You let go of the sheets and clasped your hands behind your back, curtsying quickly in fear of her anger and not wanting to step out of line. She nearly scoffed at you, and took a few long strides to the vanity, sitting down heavily on the bench.

“Help me with my dress.” Her tone was curt, demanding. You paled a little, thinking this night wasn’t gonna go how you expected it to, but still doing as she said. You were a maid, after all.

With her seated, it was easier to reach the buttons along her back, and you made quick work of them. But when you stepped back and she didn’t make any move to get out of her seat, you realized she wanted you to get the entire garment off her.

Her pointed gaze at you in the mirror disappeared from view as you approached the open back and pushed the two halves of the dress aside like peeling delicate fruit. You couldn’t help it; you ran your hands along the thick skin of her back as the dress fell off her shoulders, revealing a tantalizing bra clasp right at eye level that you could have undone quickly if you wanted to.

“You’re being quite bold, little one,” Lady Dimitrescu finally spoke, her voice deep, sultry, but not gentle like it had been last night. There was an iciness to it that stung. Your hands had been lingering a little too long on her skin.

“Forgive me, my lady,” you said, stepping away as she got up to her full height and let the dress pool at her feet. You saw heels in your view and stockings raking up long legs, but you didn’t dare look any higher.

“Oh, pet. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” She ran a hand over your head and walked past you. Your instincts kicked in and you picked up the dress to fold tidily on the vanity’s bench. The slightest touch from her fingers made you shiver, and a blush crept up the back of your neck.

“Look at me, sweetling.”

You turned around to face the bed, where she was sitting, one leg swung over the other, hands perched behind her on the mattress. Yellow eyes looked at you and you gulped for air at the sight of her.

“You’re allowed to look, darling. It would be a bit inconvenient if you weren’t.”

Your cheeks were burning now, but you finally let your eyes wander down her frame. Her lingerie was the epitome of femininity, yet dark and sultry, just like her. The black lace hugged her curves. Her stockings were held up by a garter belt, and she kicked off her heels with one smooth jerk of her legs.

Her tummy folded in when she was seated, and her thighs, though muscular and lean, were thick and looked strong enough to crush your entire body if she wanted to.

“Come here.” That familiar voice zapped through you and you approached the bed, briefly wondering if what you had heard about her singing talents were true. You supposed it wouldn’t surprise you. As a lady of her standard, learning an instrument or musical skill must’ve been a required lesson for her etiquette.

She picked you up to sit in her lap, and you squeaked in surprise as she lifted you once again. A chuckle rang throughout the room and you looked up at her, relieved to see the earlier anger had dissipated from her gaze when she looked at you.

“I’m glad you’re here. I had almost forgotten you were coming,” she said, running hands soothingly over your thighs as you straddled her. “I apologize if I was a bit of a sight when I arrived. The staff in this castle is somewhat... incompetent at times.”

So it was the staff that had made her angry. Did another maid try to escape? Enter the cellar? Was there an errand boy that couldn’t keep his hands off of one of the new deliveries?

Her head lowered to breathe in your scent, lingering right by your ear. You let out a heavy sigh at the feeling of her so close to her, and you reached out to grip her upper arms that framed your body. You ran your fingers along her skin, and she recoiled for a moment, pulling away.

You froze. Did you do something wrong? Fear etched in your eyes, you looked up at the Countess, wondering if you stepped out of line for touching her. Then her gaze focused in on you and she seemed to relax a little.

“Don’t stop.”

Was it a request? An order? You didn’t mind either way, because now your hungry hands ran over her, feeling the dimples and ridges of scars and stretched skin all over. You explored with your hands as much as you did with your eyes, gazing at her cleavage, the curve of her neck, the muscles in her shoulders.

You ran a hand over her tummy, feeling softness and subconsciously prodding it a little with your fingertip. She giggled at the feeling. Giggled. Her body jostled a bit, moving you about. You liked the feeling and the softness, so kept your hands there.

“I can see a question in your eyes, little one,” Lady Dimitrescu purred, combing a hand through your hair. You cast your gaze downward, running a hand over her skin repeatedly, familiarizing yourself with the patterns of the stretch marks.

“Just.. something I heard today.”

“And what was that?”

You squirmed uncomfortably. “I’m not sure if you want to hear.”

A finger tipped your chin up to her piercing eyes, “I doubt it’ll go unnoticed by me, sweetling. Even if you don’t tell me now, I will hear about it.”

Your mouth went a little dry at that. She was right, nothing happened in this castle without her knowing about it, but goodness... the power behind those words made you weak in the knees. Thank heavens you were sitting.

“I was told you used to be a singer.”

An amused look crossed her face. “Is that it? I was expecting you to announce a mutiny at hand.”

You shrugged slightly, delighted in the way her hand reached to cup the back of your neck, a thumb running over your throat. “I was hardly a singer, darling. But yes, I used to.. dabble in performance. Long ago.”

“Is that why you were so interested in my singing?”

She grinned, teeth gleaming. “I was interested in your singing because I was interested in you, little songbird.”

She tugged you impossibly closer, leaning down and running her wicked tongue over where her hand had just been on your neck.

“W-will I ever get to hear you?” you managed to huff out, because now her firm hands were holding your middle, exploring your body the way you had been exploring hers.

“Is that what you want? To hear me sing?”

You nodded, because the low timbre of her voice was reverberating throughout your whole body, and you suddenly needed to hear it singing a tune.

“Perhaps... if you indulge me like I had indulged your last night, you may get to hear me sing too.”

You felt the tips of your ears nearly burst into flames, but you were so desperate... so eager to please. You nearly dropped down to the floor to get on your knees.

She chuckled, “not so fast. I have a better idea.”

Lady Dimitrescu shuffled back on the bed until she was up against the pillows. Shoving a pillow under her lower back, she crooked a finger to beckon you closer, spreading her legs. The sight of her, half in candle light, spread out for you this time, but still in charge, made you swoon.

You crawled towards her and pressed your lips against the inside of her knee. She rocked her hips a little at the feeling of your warm, small mouth on her body, and fisted a hand in your hair.

“I really won’t need any foreplay, dear,” she said in a hushed tone. “Give me your mouth.”

You raced to tug the black lace panties off of her long legs, and were met with the sight of slick, swollen flesh. A carnal desire overtook you, and you surged forwards to press your mouth against her, desperate to taste.

A soft ‘oh’ escaped the giantess at your eagerness and your soft tongue tasting her arousal without hesitation. She enjoyed teasing you, yes, making you beg and dance around the sexual gratification she could give you. But this, your hunger and desire to please, made her warm all over.

“Good girl,” she said softly as your tongue began flicking over her swollen clit, lightly and experimentally. Your hands gripped the inside of her thighs, keeping them steady and spread. She was able to look down at you, and realized her rough gripping had made your hair come undone, causing curls and locks to drop down, loose and wild. Your eyes met hers, pupils dilated, and then you sucked.

The high-pitched cry that escaped her was broken and sudden, and it made your body flood with arousal. Your legs trembled a little, the space between your legs begging for attention.

“Oh, who would have thought you’d be so good with your tongue, sweetling?” Lady Dimitrescu moaned, “I knew you were talented.. but that mouth...”

Her sentence was left unfinished, and she bit her lip, groaning softly in the back of her throat as you kept going. Your fingers rubbed her folds, teased her entrance, kissing and sucking until you could find a rhythm that made her squeak.

A nip at the hood of her clit made her gasp delightfully, so you did it again. The hand in your hair pressed down to bury your face in her cunt.

“Wicked girl,” she growled, and you moaned against her, your face wet. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

You pressed harder, one hand pushing three fingers at her entrance without any resistance as they slid inside. Your brain wasn’t working enough to keep up the pace of both, so you curled them and pressed against that soft, swollen frontal wall, scratching with the pads of your fingertips.

She nearly howled, a string of soft curses and... were those pleads? Her eyes were screwed shut, and you looked up at her strong, soft body. You couldn’t help but reach down and rub yourself through the fabrics of your clothes with your other hand.

Eventually she noticed when she opened her eyes again, and she chuckled, making a point of slowly rolling her pelvis into your face.

“Couldn’t keep your own hands off of yourself?” she said, her voice slurred with arousal. You made a whiny sound, restrained by your tongue and mouth against her cunt.

“I want you to come with me,” she gasped, her thick thighs beginning to shake from approaching her orgasm. You rubbed yourself even harder, eager to do as she said.

Her usually-reserved voice came out in whimpers and low growls, and you sucked hard at her clit again, pressing your fingers deep inside, and her whole body instantly convulsed.

Her cries of pleasure and incoherent words of praise made you topple over the edge shortly after. Her well-kept hair was undone, her mascara a little smeared, and her hands were digging painfully into your scalp. She let go once the last tremors left her body, and you relaxed against her thigh, breathing in her smell and kissing her everywhere you could reach.

“Well done, little songbird,” she cooed, eventually managing to open her eyes again and look at you. “You really are too precious for words.”

You blushed. You extracted your hand from between your legs, grimacing a little at the stickiness of your clothes.

“Let’s get you out of those,” Lady Dimitrescu whispered softly. You let her hands lift you up like you weighed nothing, and strip you.

“But- work...” you made a feeble attempt to get up, but she tutted, holding you closely to her chest, your head resting on her breasts.

“Nonsense. You will stay the night here. You’re in no state to return to your duties yet.” She spoke curtly again, meaning there was no room for argument, but the soft throb between your legs and the haziness of your sated mind already left you limp and jelly-like. You wouldn’t have made it out the door without collapsing even if you did try to leave.

And so, you were bundled up in her arms, the blankets pulled up around your trembling form. She had pulled out a book from her nightstand and let you relax against her body as she flicked through the pages, a quiet peace filling the atmosphere around you. And then you heard it.

With your head pressed against her chest, you heard the rumble of her voice under your ear, and then her soft humming filled the room. You held your breath as you listened to the low, baritone-like notes, and the occasional page flipping of her book.

You didn’t know the song, didn't know if it came with words, or if she had come up with it right now, but it made your heart flutter. Did she know you were still awake?

Eventually, a hand came off of the book and pressed on your head, helping you settle against her warmed skin a little more, and then she spoke,

“Sleep, little songbird. There’ll be plenty of times for you to hear me later.”

A/N: It really doesn’t take much to convince me to write more of a series when I love them as much as this one ;) I hope you have ~enjoyed~

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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TO LOVE AND BE LOVED - Part Six (Harry Styles)

a/n: LAST PART OMG!! im a little emotional this story has come to its end but it already ended up like twice as long as i planned it to be haha! thank you so much for reading and loving the story, it means so much to me and i loved seeing your reactions as the plot developped! i hope you guys will be happy with the ending our pair got and i can’t wait to read your thoughts about the series as a whole!!

pairing: CEO!Dad!Harry X Reader

warning: mentions of death, cheating and divorce, sexual content

word count: 14.8k

SERIES MASTERPOST masterlist

Waking up next to Harry is probably your most favorite thing in the entire world right now and you’ve been able to experience it every morning since you dropped Izzy off at Anne’s. You’re missing her like crazy and can’t wait to have her back, but part of you is desperate to stretch these days as long as possible, because you’re not sure if Harry will be comfortable with you sleeping in his room once his little one is back under the roof.

It’s always the same, yet you can’t get enough of it. Harry grumbles as he turns the alarm off, snuggles back to you for just a few minutes before he forces himself to take a shower. In the meantime you start breakfast and his coffee waits for him ready by the time he joins you in the kitchen. You eat together, sometimes talking, sometimes just silently enjoying each other’s presence and it’s the perfect way to start your days.

Then Harry is off to work and you go for whatever shooting you had planned for the day. Luckily, you’ve been keeping yourself busy. If your day ended early, you always found something else to do, you picked Trevor up another time and also managed to have lunch with Harry on Thursday which was such a nice change, even if it was just eating takeout in his office because you were in the neighborhood and he had some time to see you.

Now it’s Friday and you’re spending it with some editing and eventually packing, since you’re leaving to the countryside for Sarah and Mitch’s wedding when Harry comes home. You’ve been looking forward to this weekend all week, you had a few phone calls with Sarah and the two of you hit it off quite well, you can’t wait to finally attend the wedding. And also because Harry is coming with you, so it’ll be a kind of weekend getaway even though the two of you have been alone home all week.

Harry runs a little late from work so you leave about an hour later than you planned, but it’s all good, since nothing is planned for the evening, you just wanted to be at the location on time. It’s going to be a small wedding, nothing extra and it’s held in an inn near the beach, the perfect spot in your opinion, especially because even the weather seems to be celebration the occasion and it won’t be raining cats and dogs.

Heather: A double date? I don’t know, who’s the guy?

You’re texting Heather in the car and you finally bring up the possibility of going on a double date with Niall.

Y/N: Photo attachment

Y/N: He is a cool guy, I think you would like him!

Heather: He surely is hot! Alright, we’ll see. Anyway, have fun with your super hot and rich boyfriend this weekend! Tell me all about the wedding next week!

Y/N: Thanks!

Your eyes scan over the word boyfriend. You didn’t want to correct her and tell her that you are not boyfriend and girlfriend, just dating, because you kind of enjoy the thought of being an official item. It’s been just a few weeks since it all started and you know that Harry needs to take things in his own pace, but that doesn’t mean you don’t like to play with the thought.

You’re aching to finally call him your boyfriend or what’s better, hear him call you his girlfriend. The thought of calling this man yours is making you go nuts but you need to be patient with him. He has gone through so much change lately, you can’t let your silliness ruin it for the both of you.

It’s late by the time you arrive to the Inn and you both feel exhausted from the ride so you want nothing else than to get a good night sleep before the wedding tomorrow.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Sarah greets the two of you when you walk into the Inn. She envelopes you in a warm hug before doing the same with Harry. IN the meanwhile, Mitch has also appeared and he greets you with a short hug as well before giving a brotherly hug to Harry. “Had a safe ride?”

“Yeah, everything went fine,” you nod smiling.

“Great. Well, here is your room key, made sure you two are getting one of the larger rooms,” Sara smiles slyly, but you’re taken aback by something else.

“We’re sharing a room?” you ask turning to Harry, who seems nervous about your question, though it wasn’t your intention to make him ashamed in any kind of way.

“Oh, yeah. I mean, Sarah asked me this week which room I want and I told her we would be sharing… Is that okay? We-we could ask for a room for you as well if y—“ “Harry,” you chuckles softly, giving his hand a squeeze. “I would love to share, I just wasn’t expecting you to want to do the same is all,” you tell him and you can see the relief in his eyes instantly.

You talk over a few things with Sarah before taking your stuff up to the room and calling it a night. Harry takes a shower first in the small bathroom that’s joined to your room and in the meantime you hang your dress up so it doesn’t get too wrinkly by the morning. Then you just get all your equipment done, making sure everything is full and loaded for the big day tomorrow. When Harry is done you take your turn and the hot shower feels nice, quite relaxing. Walking out you find Harry lying in bed, typing on his phone, he smiles up at you when you join him in bed.

“My mum sent me this. They went to the park today.” He turns the screen towards you and a photo of Izzy is shown with ice-cream all over her face, grinning happily into the camera.

“She could literally live on ice-cream,” you chuckle, making yourself comfortable under the sheets.

“And gummy bears,” Harry chuckles before locking his phone and putting it to the side table. He is quick to wrap his arms around you, pulling you against his side and you smile as you snuggle to him, enjoying the heat of his body. “Good night, love,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Good night, H,” you softly reply before letting yourself drift to sleep within seconds.

You already have a lot of experience with weddings and no matter how big or small it is, the day is always a little bit chaotic, everyone is all over the place, there’s no time for just messing around, especially for you.

Following a nice breakfast with Harry on the tiny balcony that’s connected to your room, you are forced to part since Harry is supposed to be with all the other guys, getting ready in the room that’s reserved for Mitch, while you kind of need to be everywhere at the same time, but you obviously spend the most time with Sarah, wanting to capture all her best moments.

Sometime around noon you get about an hour off while everyone else is getting lunch and Harry texts you to join him on the mole down the beach that runs just below the inn. When you arrive he is already sitting on one of the old wood benches with a pizza box on his lap.

“Hey,” you smile softly and leaning down you peck his lips quickly before joining him on the bench.

“The boy ordered pizza and I got one for us too, hope it’s okay.”

“Of course, I didn’t even think about lunch until you texted,” you chuckle as he settles the box between the two of you and you both take a slice.

“So how are the photos coming up so far?”

“Good, I’ll have a ton of editing to do, but I think they will like the outcome.”

“Can I have a sneak peek of them?” he smirks playfully, but you shake your head.

“No, the first ones to see them will be Sarah and Mitch, sorry,” you chuckle as he pouts his lips at you, but goes back to his slice right after.

You both are just enjoying the quiet for a little, having had a busy day so far, exchanging very few words, but it’s still a nice time spent together. It is just the two of you until a guy approaches you on the mole.

“Hey guys! Mitch wondered where you went, H,” he smirks down at Harry before his eyes land on you. He is tall, but not as tall as Harry, rocking a noticeable beard and he is wearing the same outfit as Harry: maroon pants with a crispy white dress shirt. “Oh, you’re the photographer, right?” he smiles at you.

“Yeah, I’m Y/N,” you answer nicely, holding out a hand for him.

“I’m Landon, Mitch’s cousin,” he nods with a charming smile. “Sorry for interrupting your lunch guys. Just wanted to let you know that Mitch wants to do a round of shots when everyone’s back,” he chuckles.

“He is gonna be so hammered,” Harry chuckles shaking his head. “I’ll be back soon, thanks Landon.”

“No worries. I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he smiles at you before turning around and walking back to the inn. You catch Harry’s eyes for a moment and you have a guess what he is thinking about. Landon seemed to like you, with his flirty smiles and friendly introduction, he was surely thinking about shooting his shot, but he might not know that you’re dating Harry.

However he doesn’t say anything, just continues to eat his lunch in silence and quite frankly, you forget about Landon’s existence pretty fast.

After lunch it gets a bit hectic. The ceremony is starting at 3, so you don’t have much time left. You do the first look reveal thing and this time their son, James is included in it, which is honestly such a pure moment and capturing it feels like a privilege.

Soon enough the guests are starting to arrive and you quickly run up to the room to change into your dress. Most of the time you are not required to dress up for the job, but you like to blend into the crowd so you usually choose to wear a nice dress and you’re doing the same this time as well. You’ve brought a pastel yellow satin dress that teases a little cleavage, and you pair it with a cream colored cardigan, creating a simple but still elegant look for the rest of the day. You’re fixing your makeup in a hurry when the door opens and Harry walks in.

He immediately stops in his tracks upon seeing you in front of the mirror, his eyes traveling down the lengths of your body, a stunned expression adorning his handsome features.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were… in here,” he mumbles and you can see the blush forming on his cheeks. “You look… You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you chuckle softly. He takes a few steps closer to you and reaching up he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers leaving a trail of delicate touch on the side of your face.

Leaning down his lips hover over yours for a moment, as if he was giving you the chance to pull back, but who are you to deny anything from Harry Styles? So when you stay in place, he finally presses his lips to yours in a slow and tender kiss filled with passion. His hands cup your face in his and you bring yours up to wrap around his wrists as you kiss him back, already craving more than just a kiss.

But it feels like you are not the only one growing hungrier with the seconds, one of Harry’s hands wander down to your butt and you feel his palm’s warmth through the thin layer of your dress, though you wish there was nothing between his skin and yours. When he starts kissing down your jawline and neck, pushing you backwards you hate to break the moment, but there’s no time for any funny business. So painfully, but you pull back, already missing his lips on yours.

“I would really love to continue this, but I need to be with Sarah in about three minutes,” you chuckle softly.

“Yeah, I need to get back to Mitch too,” he sighs, pecking the corner of your mouth before his arms fall from around you.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” you smile up at him, fixing the collar of his shirt.

“Yeah,” he smiles with a boyish smile before you part ways again.

All through the ceremony you are kind of all over the place, trying to get the best shots, you don’t have much time to spare. Sarah’s entrance with her dad and James walking down the aisle is so beautiful and you get some amazing shots of Mitch’s emotions upon seeing his future wife. They tell their vows, touching every guest with their sweet words to each other and then they finally say ‘I do’ and become husband and wife.

You snap a series of photos of that moment as well, but then you allow yourself to peek over at Harry who is already watching you with a soft smile. You can feel yourself blushing, his gaze is warm but also quite intimidating in this sentimental moment.

And then the party finally starts. You try to follow the newly weds around as much as possible, but you also get around the tent, shooting pictures of the guests as well. You only get to have a few moments with Harry, because either you need to rush off or sometimes someone finds him and wants to have a few words. He is quite popular among the guests, but it’s no surprise. You’d want to have the chance to talk to him too if you saw him.

“Have you even had a bite yet?” A male voice calls out for you when you’re trying to sneak from one point to the other. Glancing over your shoulder you see Landon with a drink in his hand.

“I’ll eat later. The dance is about to happen so I need to be ready for that,” you smile at him.

“Mitch told me they found a really good photographer, but he surely forgot to mention how devoted you are. I’m excited to see the photos.”

“Thanks, I’m trying my best,” you chuckle.

“Save me a dance later?”

“Oh, um, sure,” you nod with a nervous chuckle. “But I really gotta go now,” you excuse yourself before he could even get another word out.

As you slalom between the tables you spot Harry sitting at one of them and he is staring at Landon from across the room, a not too friendly look plastered across his face. You wonder if he has seen you talking to him and now he is feeling jealous or if you’re just seeing things. But you don’t have much time to ponder on it, work is calling you.

As the happy couple share their first dance, soon enough more and more guests join them and you’re standing at the side, snapping the cute dance partners slow dancing to the music with Sarah and Mitch in the middle. You’re adjusting the settings on your camera, when a tall figure appears in front of you.

“May I have a dance?” Harry asks, holding out a hand for you like a true gentleman.

“Oh, I should—“

“If you are about to say you should be taking pictures, the bride told me to ask you,” he tells you with a soft chuckle and as your eyes fall on Sarah, she is smiling in your way happily, nodding her approval to get off duty for just a little.

“Then, I would love to,” you smile shyly, taking Harry’s hand as he takes you to the dance floor. Placing his hands to your waist he pulls you close to him while you rest your arms around his neck, swaying to the rhythm very gently.

“I always get a little emotional at weddings,” he confesses with a small smile.

“Yeah? Why?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I just… love seeing people in love. Especially when they are my friends,” he adds chuckling.

“It really is a nice thing.”

Harry pulls you tighter against him, his cheek pressing against the side of your head and you let your eyes fall closed for a few seconds, enjoying this moment with him. He starts to softly him the song and his voice flows through your ears smoothly, you’re in awe how good his voice is. He never told you he is a good singer too above being an amazing producer.

When the song ends some couples stay, but some make their way off the dance floor and you have to get back to your job as well. Leaning back you squeeze Harry’s arm as his hands fall from your frame too.

“Save a slice from the cake for me,” you smile at him and he nods with a smirk.

“I will. I’ll have it ready for you at the table.”

You place a short kiss to his cheek before you disappear from his sight, leaving him alone again.

The night carries on as usual, sometime after dinner your phone dies so you leave it on the charger up in your room before running back down. The party starts to unfold as the time passes, more drinks are being consumed and this is kind of your secret favorite part, because the more people drink, the more they are willing to pose for funny pictures. This is the time that births the best group photos, in your opinion.

Though you are having an amazing time, you can feel yourself growing tired. When it’s finally cake time you take some time off to sit with Harry who saved you a slice, just as you asked him. It’s nice to have a breather, just enjoy the evening with him by your side again.

“Mm, didn’t know you could eat icing without getting it all over my face,” you tease him, referring back to the time you made such a mess out of the kitchen when you tried to make cupcakes for him.

“Very funny,” he narrows his eyes at you, before dipping his finger into the icing and wiping it onto your nose.

“Hey!” you pout at him, cleaning it up, but he just smirks at you playfully before pecking your lips shortly. It’s the first time he is kissing you in with so many people around and it surely makes you giddy, knowing that he is not trying to hide you in any way.

Weddings are a lot of fun, but they always stretch so long. The party can last till the morning sometimes and you can’t just decide to call it a night and stop doing your job, you need to be there until the DJ shuts the music off and all guests disappear. And it seems like this wedding won’t be any shorter either.

It’s already past midnight when you decide to sneak out for a short break. You’ve been on your feet for way too long and you stole some food too. You hesitated if you should sit back to your table, but you felt like you could use some quiet so you left the tent and found a bench nearby.

As you sit and eat the food you snatched from the buffet table, you hope the party won’t last until the Sun comes up. You get so into your own little world that you almost don’t even notice the approaching tall figure.

“Having a break, huh?” Landon calls out as the gravel crunches under his fancy dress shoes.

“Ah, yeah. I needed a few minutes away from the music,” you chuckle softly. Landon stops in front of you and hides his hands in his pockets as he blinks down at you with tired looking eyes. It might be from the long night, but you are guessing the drinks he’s been consuming don’t help his energy either.

“May I say that you look really pretty? I haven’t been to many weddings yet, but the photographers went for the more comfortable look since they are not on the photos, but you chose to glam yourself.”

“Thanks,” you chuckle softly. “I like to blend into the guests.”

“Well, you don’t blend in this way either, because you look prettier than most women in that tent,” he compliments you and you’re starting to feel awkward. It’s not that you don’t like it when someone is talking highly of you, but it’s obvious what Landon wants and you are definitely not on the same page.

“Um, thank you.”

“I’m sorry if I come off too brash or pushy, but I promised myself I would never miss a chance to compliment a pretty woman when I see one.”

“That’s nice, but I’m afraid I’m not the right person to spend your energy on,” you answer with a tight-lipped smile. Landon narrows his eyes at you, but keeps his playful manner.

“So you don’t find me good-looking, is that it?” he teases and you shake your head with a soft chuckle.

“That’s not what I was talking about.”

“Then you like to break hearts, right? You must enjoy making men fall for you,” he carries on with his little joke and just as you’re about to speak up to tell him you are seeing someone, Harry’s familiar deep voice interrupts the conversation.

“There you are, I’ve been calling you.” He is talking to you, but his eyes are clearly glued to the man standing in front of you.

“Oh, my phone is in the room, I had to charge it,” you tell him.

“What are you guys doing out here?” he asks, clearly not liking the situation, you and Landon alone outside with no one else around. Jealousy is dripping from his eyes that appear so much darker now in the dim lighting.

“I’ve been dumped by this amazing woman right here,” Landon sighs dramatically and Harry cocks an eyebrow at him before glancing over at you.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah, she is clearly not interested in me, my charm didn’t work on her,” he laughs lightheartedly.

“I hope it didn’t because she is my girlfriend,” Harry answers simply and your lips part at what he just called you.

Landon stumbles back, his smile quickly vanishes from his face as he stares back at Harry. You feel like you’re watching some kind of documentary movie where male animals are trying to win over the female, only that Landon stands no chance in this situation, but you find it quite funny.

“Man, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t—I didn’t know!” he apologizes right away as he realizes why Harry has been kind of spicy around him. Landon then faces you. “Y/N, I didn’t mean to make it awkward and all that, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you smile at him nicely. He mumbles something about checking up on Mitch before walking away, leaving you and Harry alone. He joins you on the bench, staring after Landon for a few moments before turning to face you. A much softer expression is showing on his face this time.

“So, you just called me your girlfriend,” you point out, trying your best to hold your growing smirk back.

“I, uhh—I did, didn’t I?” he chuckles nervously. “I’m sorry, it just slipped out, because I didn’t like how Landon was trying to chat you up all night…”

“So you didn’t…. You didn’t mean it?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows, feeling yourself growing disappointed.

“Well, I… I mean, I didn’t mean to say it like that, without discussing it with you, but… I would love to call you my girlfriend,” he admits shyly and you can’t believe that this nervous man next to you is the same man who owns a record label and manages his million dollars business every day without a problem.

“I like the sound of that,” you smirk, leaning closer to him so your noses are almost touching.

“Yeah?” he smiles, a lot more relieved and playfully than he was a moment ago.

“Mhm,” you nod, biting your lip. You blindly put your plate to the side before cupping his face in both of your hands and pulling him in for a kiss, your first one as boyfriend and girlfriend. Part of you feels silly that it makes you so ecstatic, like you’re a high school girl, but in this moment you couldn’t care less.

What starts as a sweet and innocent kiss quickly turns into something more, something heated. When Harry’s hands find your bare thighs and they slightly slide under your dress you can’t help but yearn for more, pulling him closer as your tongues meet. Your fingers lace through his curls, tugging on them gently and you’re fighting the urge to throw a leg over him and just sit on his lap straddling him. When he starts kissing down your jawline and neck, you have to stop him for the second time today, not that you wanted to do it anytime, but the time and place hasn’t been right.

“We can’t…” you sigh, pulling back even though every fiber in your body is telling you otherwise. Harry lets out a long sigh, nodding his head.

“Yeah, I know.”

“But hopefully, the party will end soon and then we will be all alone in our room,” you smirk at him slyly and it brings back the shine into his eyes.

“I can’t wait,” he mumbles before kissing you one last time.

From that moment, Harry lingers around you at all times for the rest of the night. He is always either right by your side, or within a few feet away from you, keeping an eye on you, but not in an obsessive and intrusive kind of way. His eyes are filled with lust every time you share a look at each other and you can tell he can’t wait for the party to finally be over. Whenever he is next to you, he makes sure to touch you in any kind of way. Placing his palm to the small of your back, your arm or your hips, or when you sit next to each other he rests his hand on your thigh or knee without hesitation. And you are loving all the affection you are being showered with.

By the time the wedding officially ends and you can finally call it a night, you are both touch starved and hungry for each other. Harry pulls you against him on the stairs up to your room, not even giving a damn that you are still out in the public. His mouth attacks you hungrily, kissing you anywhere he can reach as the two of you stumble up your way to the room.

Pushing the door open you basically fall inside, giggling against Harry’s lips as he shuts the door closed and presses you up against it, making you gasp at the action. He is so much more demanding and confident than the last time you shared an intimate moment and though you’re not sure how far he is planning to go, you know you are ready to give him anything he desires.

“As much as I love this dress on you, it needs to go,” he playfully smirks as his hands bunch your dress up on your thigh before grabbing it and pulling it off your body, leaving you only in your underwear so fast.

Your lips find his as your fingers work fast on the buttons of his shirt while you inch further into the room towards the bed. You both kick your shoes off on the way and when you fall to the mattress Harry’s shirt is already gone. He climbs above you as you sink into the way too many pillows and you blindly throw a few off the bed to give you more space. Harry licks into your mouth one last time before he moves down your neck and collarbones, peppering your heated skin with his kisses, his hands already sliding under your back to unclasp your bra. Arching your back you give him space to do the task on hand and a few moments later you are lying under him with your chest completely bare. His name falls from your lips as a whimper when his mouth comes in contact with your left nipple, kissing, licking and sucking on it while his hand kneads your other breast before he switches, giving both sides the same amount of attention. Your fingers lace through his unruly curls as you enjoy his touch that’s burning and soothing at the same time.

When he kisses down your stomach and hips, he hooks his fingers into your lacy underwear, but stop before doing anything, looking up at you for reassurance. You give him the green light by nodding and he carefully pulls the fabric off your body, baring you in front of his eyes completely. His kisses pepper his way up your inner thighs until he finally reaches your dripping wet core.

“Harry!” you moan when his tongue and lips press against your clit, swirling and sucking on it just right, making you shiver under his touch. He curls his arms around your legs, keeping them in place as he keeps working his magic, making you a whimpering mess with each lick.

He does the same thing as last time, teases you with his finger dancing around your entrance until you are basically ready to beg him for more. Then he finally pushes two fingers inside you and starts pumping in a slow pace that drives you nuts, leaving you ache for more of him.

You pull him up before he could get you to the top, because that’s not how you want it now and you need to know if he is ready to take this step with you. He understands what you want from just a look as he hovers above you and you cup his face in your hands tenderly.

“I want it,” he breathes out and you could come just from those three words.

“Are you sure?” you ask, though you just want to jump right at it already. Still, you want to make sure he is completely fine with everything that’s about to happen.

“Yeah. I am,” he nods before leaning down he presses his lips against yours.

Your hands reach down and undo his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers before he does the rest of the job kicking them off. His erection presses up against your thigh as his hips fall down a bit and you moan with just the feeling of him on your skin. Wrapping your hands around his shaft you start pumping him while your kiss never breaks.

“Oh fuck,” he moans in sensation and you grin against his lips, enjoying the thought that you are the one making him feel this good.

“Do you have a condom?” you breathe out.”

“Shit, I don’t…”

“It’s alright, I have one.” You sneak out from under him and rush over to your bag to look for your toiletries, you know you have one somewhere in there. When you finally find the little package you quickly get back to the bed where Harry is now lying on his back. Kneeling next to him you give him a soft, reassuring look.

“Do you want me to…?” you imply, holding up the foil.

“Oh, um, yeah, sure,” he nods and you swear you see him blushing. Ripping the package open you lean closer and roll the condom down his hard length before throwing a leg over his lap and get back to kissing him. You take your time with him, running your hands up and down his toned, inked chest as his palms warm the skin on your waist while your lips move together in sync perfectly. You could tell he needed a moment to get settled and wrap his mind around what’s really about to happen.

“Everything alright?” you ask, a little out of breath as you hold yourself up above him. He nods shortly. “Do you want me on top or you want to switch?”

“C-can you stay on top for now?”

“Yeah,” you smile at him warmly, before capturing his lips in a sweet kiss while your right hand wanders down his body until you reach his hard cock. Harry whimpers against your lips when you wrap your hand around the base, lining him up with yourself.

“Tell me if you want to stop, alright?” you ask him and in any other situation you’d find it a little funny that it’s you asking him that, usually this request comes from the guy, but you just want to make sure he is comfortable with everything that’s happening. Harry nods again and as he gulps hard his Adam’s apple bops up and down. Leaning down you kiss him again as you slowly ease down yourself just enough so that the head of his cock slides inside you. You stop, giving both him and you the chance to get accustomed to the feeling. It’s been quite some time for you as well, and your fingers do not compare to Harry’s size, that’s for sure.

He keeps one hand on your hip while the other reaches up and cups the side of your head, panting against your lips from the feeling of finally being inside you. Once you’ve made sure you both adjusted to the feeling, you allow yourself to sink further down until his whole length disappears inside you. You stay still, shutting your eyes closed as you let your walls stretch around his erection, making that slight pain you feel go away. Adding the length and thickness of his cock to the long drought you’ve had in the field of sex is making it feel like you are having your first time again in a way. It’s not that awkward and definitely not that painful, but still, that’s what it reminds you of.

“Are you good?” he asks, squeezing your hip gently. Your eyes snap open and meet his green ones that are now clouded with a little bit of worry.

“Yeah, it’s just… You’re big, Harry,” you admit with a soft chuckle that brings a cocky grin to his lips as well. “Just give me a moment.”

He just nods again and both his hands start running up and down your sides reassuringly as you take a few seconds to yourself before you start moving your hips. You start off slowly, dragging your movements out, trying to see what feels the best and judging from Harry’s moans and grunts he is enjoying himself no matter what you do. Your hands sprawl out on his chest, fingers digging into his skin as you lean onto him while starting to move up and down his throbbing cock.

“Fuck, you feel so good!” he whimpers, almost as if he was in pain, but you can see the pleasure in his eyes.

Your thighs start to burn, but you keep moving yourself, not wanting to stop, because you’re feeling your orgasm building up inside you. When he starts thrusting up to meet your movements, you moan his name so loudly there’s a chance the people next door heard you, but you couldn’t care about that now.

Harry might have noticed that you’re starting to get tired, so pushing himself up he wraps his arms around you and turns you over until you’re the one lying on the bed and he holds himself up above you on his arms. Your legs circle around his waist as he starts moving in and out of you, the new position making you both moan and gasp at the sensation.

“Harry!” you whine as he keeps hitting that one spot inside you, pushing you closer to the edge dangerously fast.

“Am I making you feel good, baby? You like it?”

“You’re making me feel so good, please don’t stop!” you beg him as he buries his face in your neck, sucking on the soft skin, most definitely leaving a mark on you that you’ll wear proudly tomorrow. You would never want to hide the fact how good Harry fucked you, let the world know that your boyfriend made you feel so amazing!

“Oh my God, I’m getting close. Are you feeling it too? Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” he asks, his lips brushing against your earlobe. Grabbing his face you pull him into a kiss, pushing your tongue into his mouth mercilessly and the grunt he lets out is making your insides tremble. It’s animalistic, so passionate and sexual, you want to hear this every day for the rest of your life.

“I’m close, go a little harder, Harry!” you plead and he does as you asked without hesitation, his hips slamming harder against you, making you gasp for air as your head sinks into the pillow, your back arching in pleasure.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Let it go!”

“Harry!” you whine, as you can feel your orgasm threatening to burst inside you any moment.

“Say my name when you cum, I want to hear who’s making you feel so good, baby!”

Your fingers dig into his hair as you chant his name over and over again with each thrust he makes and then your release finally arrives. You moan and whimper, shaking under his naked, sweaty body, his name falling from your lips as an endless glorification. Your walls clench around his cock and it’s the last straw for him as well, his thrusts become sloppy and uncoordinated as he cries out your name, his hips slamming hard against you while he rides his orgasm out. Reaching down you drag your nails down his back until you reach his perfectly round ass, giving it a cheeky squeeze while he buries his head into the crook of your neck, thrusting into you a few more times before coming to a stop.

Turning your head you kiss his temple, running your hands up and down his back while you both try to catch your breath, coming off your high. Soon Harry pulls out and rolls off of you, his body smashing into the mattress beside you, his face glowing from that post sex euphoria. After a few moments of just panting and blinking into the void you finally feel yourself returning to reality and rolling to your side you cuddle to Harry’s body, his arm instantly coming to circle around you.

“Everything alright?” you softly ask, placing a tender kiss to his chest under one of his swallow tattoos. The last thing you want is to have him freak out now that the deed has been done, but when he gifts you with a tired but genuine smile, your worries vanish into thin air.

“Yeah. I’m all good. More than good,” he chuckles before lifting his head and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. His fingers are dancing up and down your naked back, following the line of your spine and your ribs, his smoothing touch already working as a lullaby on you, but you’re determined to stay awake just a little longer.

“Are you turned on by hearing your own name during sex?” you tease him with a sly smile as you think back to how much he enjoyed you scream his name over and over again.

“I might have a bit of a praise kink,” he admits truthfully with a smirk.

“Mm, interesting.”

“What’s yours?”

“What do you like during sex?”

“You, balls deep inside me,” you bluntly answer, making him laugh at your words. “And I like doggy,” you then add to actually answer his question.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, and maybe some hair pulling. Not in an extreme way, but I like a little.” “Alright, noted,” he hums nodding.

You both clean yourselves up in the bathroom, moving around each other naked without any shame. Harry then puts on a pair of clean boxers and you change into your night clothes, though the moment you make yourself comfortable in Harry’s arms in bed his hand sneaks up your back under the shirt, tugging the material up. You could have just stayed shirtless, but now you’re too tired to even move. His fingers are drawing little patterns over your skin as you listen to his steady breathing before drifting off to sleep.

Sunday feels like a day after a sleepover in high school, when you’re thinking about everything that has happened the day before, and you’re so happy it happened but you’re kind of tired and just want the comfort of your home already.

Sarah and Mitch leave for their honeymoon early in the morning. You say goodbye and Sarah just keeps thanking you for your work even though she hasn’t even seen the picture yet.

“But I’m sure they are amazing! Can’t wait to see them!” she beams at you when you try to tell her to just wait for the actual outcome.

You leave the inn a little before noon heading to Anne’s to pick Izzy up. You have lunch somewhere on the road and then you sing along to the music in the car, enjoying yet another roadtrip together, making the best out of your last minutes alone. You’re happy to see that Harry hasn’t seemed to spiral after what happened last night, he seems delighted and pleased, maybe even excited. Driving down the highway he keeps a hand on your thigh whenever he doesn’t need to use it on the shifting gear and every time he reaches for you, it turns you into a giddy little girl.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Izzy chants upon running into Harry’s arms the moment you park down on Anne’s driveway. Apparently, she’s been sitting by the window for an hour, waiting for her dad to finally arrive.

“Oh, I missed you so much, baby!” Harry cheers, catching the running girl and lifting her up into his arms, hugging her close. It’s such a sweet sight, seeing the two purest people you know be so happy to see each other after a week spent apart.

“I missed you too!” Izzy sighs, wrapping her short arms around Harry’s neck, nuzzling into her daddy’s embrace and your heart is fluttering in your chest for sure.

Anne invites the two of you inside for a tea, Harry helps Izzy pack all her stuff while she is nonstop blabbering about everything she did with her grandma during the week, and Harry listens to her intently, even though she already shared everything with him on the phone when he called every night.

“How did the wedding go?” Anne asks you cheerfully as you help her in the kitchen.

“Oh, it was amazing! Sarah looked so beautiful and everything went smoothly.”

“That’s great, they are such a cute couple!”

Anne is quick to ask you about photography, how long you’ve been doing it and you even show her a few of your works seeing how enthusiastic she is about the whole thing. You were a little nervous about meeting her, but she is just as sweet and kind as her son, making it so easy to treat her just as a friend, not as the mother of your boyfriend.

Before leaving Izzy insists on showing you all the paintings she made for Anne this week, she has them on the wall in her little home office. While you’re shown around in Izzy’s personal gallery, Harry joins his mother downstairs, finishing up his tea.

“I assume the weekend went well, you two are glowing,” she smiles slyly at him and Harry can’t hide his boyish smile.

“I uhh… I asked her to be my girlfriend,” he admits and Anne gasps happily, thrilled about the news.

“I’m so happy for you, Har. I think she is a really good match for you!” she beams, pulling him into a motherly hug, kissing his cheek as if he was just a little boy, not a grown man.

“Thanks, mum. I’m happy too.” “You deserve it. It’s so good to see you living your life again.” Soon enough, Harry loads the car with Izzy’s stuff and it’s time to say goodbye.

“Bye Anne, it was so nice to see you!” you smile hugging her.

“Come back soon, Darling! Nag this old man to visit me more often!” Anne jokes giving Harry a playful look who leaves her comment unnoticed, giving his mother a tight hug.

“Thank you for everything mum, love you, I’ll call you alright?”

“Drive safe!” she calls after you all as you get into the car and wave her goodbye leaving.

The drive home tired Izzy out, or maybe it’s just the change of settings again. Whatever it is, she can barely stay awake until dinner, so once her tummy is filled Harry decides to put her to sleep early.

Izzy asks Harry to lie in bed with her as he reads her a bedtime story, she is extra clingy now that she is back with her daddy, but Harry is enjoying having his little one back so he doesn’t mind it. Izzy snuggles to his side, playing with the ears of the bunny she chose to sleep with tonight as she listens to his steady, smooth voice talk her to sleep.

“Daddy?” she asks quietly, already half asleep.

“Yes, baby?”

“Are you going to marry Y/N?”

The question catches him off-guard, he was definitely not expecting it especially since Izzy hasn’t even seen the two of you kiss yet.

“Why are you asking?”

“My new friend, Loretta from the park told me that if a boy and a girl live together they are probably in love and want to get married.”

“Loretta seems to know a lot about adult stuff,” Harry chuckles softly. “Well, it doesn’t exactly work like that, Iz. But… would you be happy if I told you Y/N is now my girlfriend?” he asks, feeling a little nervous, as if Izzy’s word on the question could destroy any possible future between the two of you. She stays silent for a few seconds and Harry starts to think she has fallen asleep, but then she finally speaks up again.

“Did you kiss her?” she asks and Harry can’t push down a soft chuckle. Izzy’s idea of relationships probably doesn’t go further than kissing and holding hands so this is how she is trying to put the picture together in her head.

“I did, yes.”

“Oh!” she exclaims. “I like Y/N.”

“Well, I like her too.”

“She can be your girlfriend,” she then replies, giving her blessing. “Are you going to get married?”

“Um, not for a while, no. But… it could happen if things go right,” he chews on his bottom lip, he is definitely not in the phase of thinking about marriage yet, not just because you barely just became an official couple, but that would be a huge step in his way of processing the end of his last one.

“Okay,” Izzy simply nods and that brings the end of the discussion. Harry has been a little nervous to have this talk with Izzy, he was afraid she might get a little confused about the idea of him having a girlfriend and the thought of her mother, but she seemingly didn’t even bring Maggie into her train of thoughts. Luckily.

When Izzy is finally asleep he closes the door and makes his way downstairs where you’re lying on the couch, watching the rerun of the news. You smile up at him upon his arrival and as he joins you on the couch, he is quick to pull you into his arms, making you snuggle into his embrace.

“I just told Izzy that you are my girlfriend,” he confesses and you lift your head up, not even trying to hide your surprised expression.

“Really? And what did she say?”

“Well, she asked if we are getting married,” he tells you chuckling shortly. “I told her that we shouldn’t get that far ahead. But she basically gave her blessing. She said she likes you.”

“Well I was hoping she doesn’t hate my guts after spending almost every day with me,” you chuckle, making him smile too. “But I’m happy she likes the idea of us.”

“Yeah, me too,” Harry nods before pulling you closer for a sweet, innocent kiss.

You finally get around to have that double date with Heather and Niall one month into your relationship. Harry’s weekends have been a little busy these past weeks, he had to go into the office on a few Saturdays, but now he has finally finished a huge project he has been working on so he can actually take some time off.

Ruth comes over to look after Izzy that evening and she keeps looking at you and Harry like a proud grandparent whenever she sees the two of you interact as a couple. Little touches and kisses have been more regular around home ever since Harry told Izzy that you are together. So far, she’s been handling it really well, she doesn’t seem to be confused about you and her mother and it might be because Harry has had a talk with her recently about her mother and where she really is now. His therapist suggested to be open about it with her as early as possible, and though she doesn’t seem to completely understand the idea of life and death just yet, she has definitely started to put the picture together in her head.

You’ve been spending all your nights at Harry’s room, so by now your bedroom is more like an office space for you and a storage for all your stuff, a place where you can be alone whenever you have some editing to do or just simply need some time on your own. Luckily, Harry totally understands the feeling of needing some space, he has his own limits as well and the two of you have been trying your best to coordinate around these lines when it comes to your relationship. After all, it’s been a pretty unusual situation, you were already living together when you became a couple, jumping a few steps in the timeline of a regular relationship.

Just as you were expecting it, Niall and Heather hit it off quite fast upon meeting at the dinner. Niall is in awe of Heather’s confidence and raw sense of humor that matches perfectly with his, while Heather finds him entertaining and somewhat like a challenge, since you honestly told her about Niall’s reputation as a womanizer, but it’s not something that could scare her away.

“He is cute, desperately wants to prove how good he is doing on his own, but I think that’s just a façade,” Heather tells you when you ask her about her date in the restroom. She fixes up her lipstick, staring at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror.

“So you think you want to see him again?”

“I’m not gonna run after him, if he asks for my number I’ll give it to him. But if he doesn’t, I won’t let him see my disappointment.”

“And what if he asks you to go home with him tonight?” you ask, feeling like teenagers gossiping in the girls restroom between classes. Heather smirks at you through the mirror before turning to face you.

“Oh, I’m not going home with him. That would bruise his ego so badly he won’t be able to think about anything else.”

You stare back at her stunned from how big of a genius she is. You would have never schemed like this when it came to men, but yet again, you never really needed to. Before Harry you were busy with Keith and that relationship came so easily to you. There were never really games, it took you about three weeks to get together. But Heather is a player and a very good one, apparently.

“You two look cute, by the way,” she smiles at you quickly washing her hands before the two of you head out, back to the table.

“Thanks,” you blush, eyes finding the guys sitting right where you left them.

After dinner you decide to stay for a few drinks at the bar a corner away and it’s been so long since the last time you were out just having fun, enjoying some time with good friends. If someone told you a few months ago that you’d be sitting here, sipping on a cocktail with Harry who is now your boyfriend, you would have laughed hysterically.

When Harry reaches for you thigh under the table, resting his palm on it, giving it a gentle squeeze just as a sweet gesture, you glance at him and he smiles at you as his eyes meet your gaze. It’s the first time you actually feel like any other couples. Having a nice evening with your friends, touching each other, holding hands, simply living in the moment knowing well that going home he will probably sneak into Izzy’s room, pressing a kiss to her forehead before joining you in bed, falling asleep with his arms curled around your figure.

It’s no surprise when Niall invited Heather over his place for another drink at the end of the night and you can barely hold your smirk back when she refuses and his face completely falls, especially because he was so confident in himself, the evening went well and he was probably sure she would say yes. Instead, she grabs herself a taxi and heads home upon parting ways. Niall is shocked, but he is quick to ask for Heather’s number from you before you say goodbye and you happily give it to him.

On the way home you think about how weird it is that you are still basically working for him. It’s not that you mind being the one who is looking after Izzy, it doesn’t even feel like a job, she has grown so close to you. It’s about getting paid for it when you’re Harry’s girlfriend and even though you know how untraditional everything has been with the two of you, now might be the time to make a change.

Harry checks up on Izzy while you get ready to bed and he joins you under the covers soon. Your thoughts about your possible quitting keep racing in your head and you decide to bring it up, just to see how he sees the situation.

“H?” you softly ask while he is checking a few things on his phone, propped up against the headboard.

“Yeah?” he glances at you, letting you know he is listening.

“Don’t you think it’s weird I’m still working for you?”

He stops and locking his phone he puts it to the nightstand to fully focus on the conversation. He just stares at you for a few seconds before knitting his eyebrows together, that crease between them making an appearance and you fight the urge to smooth it out with your finger.

“You don’t like taking care of her anymore?” Your stomach drops at the way he interpreted your question, because it’s not at all the situation.

“Harry, I love taking care of her!” you smile at him softly and can see the relief in his eyes. “It’s just a little weird that you’re paying me to be with her. I would do it for free,” you explain, hoping he now gets the whole picture.

“Oh!”

“Are you… Are you planning for the long run? With us?”

“Of course,” he nods and now you’re the one relieved at how naturally the answer came to him.

“Then maybe we should look for a solution that doesn’t make me feel like I’m a kept house woman,” you chuckle softly and a small smile tugs on his lips as well.

“What were you thinking about?” Sighing you bite into your bottom lip, not sure what he’ll think about the idea that came to you.

“I’ve been getting a lot of requests for photoshoots. I thought that maybe I could take two more days out of the week to work on them and stay home with Izzy for the rest of them. We could look for a nanny for those days. They wouldn’t have to move in, because I would be home by three probably. I think… I think it could work pretty well.”

Harry takes a few moments to think it through and you know he has to be considerate, the only reason he was so quick to hire you was because Izzy already knew and loved you. Bringing a stranger into the picture is a big change and everyone has to be fine with it to make it work.

“Would that make you happy? Staying home for half of the week with Izzy? I wouldn’t want to ask you to sacrifice your time for her… for us, if it doesn’t benefit you.”

For a few moments you’re just processing his words, but then you finally understand what he meant by that. He is thinking you might take it as if he is using you to take care of his daughter and he doesn’t want you to take responsibility for her if it’s not what you really want. But you see being in Izzy’s life as a privilege, you haven’t truly processed it yourself, but you start to look at her as your own daughter. Having spent the majority of your days with her these past months, it was inevitable to grow so fond of her.

Scooting closer to him you cup his face in your hands as you smile down at him softly, his green irises filled with worry and doubts, probably thinking that he is doing something wrong again, but he is not. He needs to have more trust in himself.

“I would love it, Harry. I love spending time with her and… with you,” you admit and there’s one thing that you’re aching to add.

And I love you.

But you keep that one back, not sure if he is ready to hear it just yet. It’s still so early in your relationship, and it might feel like a bomb if you just dropped it on him. You need to be a little more patient before taking this next step.

Bringing his arms around you he pulls you to his chest, a deep but happy sigh leaving through his nose as he kisses into your hair. Nothing else is said, but no words are needed. It’s been settled that you both are planning for the long run together and you’ll start to alter your life to make it fit into the picture.

You don’t jump into it right away, but a few weeks after the discussion you had about hiring a new nanny, you take the first step. Ruth agrees to cover one day every week, Fridays, so you can have it off for your sessions. Summer brings a lot of events and occasions and your calendar has been getting busier as your circle of customers has been growing lately. Though Ruth is more than happy to spend some more time with Izzy, you all know she won’t be able to do it too long, you need to find someone at last by the end of the summer.

Harry would never admit, but he is very anxious about bringing a new person into Izzy’s life. He is not the toxic kind of parent who wouldn’t let anyone get near his daughter, but he surely is considerate about who he lets to take care of her and it’s understandable.

On an afternoon spent at the park you are chatting with Ava, Yara’s mom when she mentions a nanny agency they’ve tried out before and had a really good experience.

“They hire people with at least three years of experience and many of their nannies have a degree in some kind of field in connection with child care. We had a nice girl from Russia watch after Yara, she is a primary school teacher but she moved here with her boyfriend for a year. She was amazing, really. Yara loved her, Saige and I loved her, it was a good match.”

She gives you a phone number and later that day you look up the agency, presenting the idea to Harry, who seems interested, but a little hesitant.

“We could still have an interview with them, right? Or I would have to just choose someone from the website like from a catalogue?” he voices his concern as the two of you lie in bed with your laptop propped against your thighs.

“I’m sure we can have an interview,” you smile at him.

Harry just nods, ergo he doesn’t reject the idea, but you can tell he has quite a few doubts about it, but there’s not much you can do.

In the course of three weeks you and Harry have five interviews with nannies that the agency sent and at the end of the day, Harry finds something wrong with all of them, even though they are only minor things.

“You rule out people for the tiniest things, Harry,” you sigh after the fifth interview with a kind middle-aged woman, Kaitlyn. “Based on these interviews you wouldn’t have hired me back in the days,” you joke.

“You know it was different with you,” he points it out and you just nod. He has told you so many times how you were just the perfect fit which is very charming, but it doesn’t help the situation on hand right now.

That evening, when you’re lying in bed, reading, while Harry checks up on Izzy one last time, you see that something is on his chest when he walks in and as soon as he is under the covers next to you, but you don’t ask him, instead just wait for him to bring it up himself.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for being such a pain in the ass about the whole nanny thing,” he sighs tiredly. Closing your book you place it on the nightstand before turning to face him fully.

“You’re not a pain in the ass, just very careful and maybe a little picky,” you add with a soft chuckle.

“Do you think I should be the one staying home with her?”

“Most kids spend the majority of their days separated from their parents in daycare, kindergarten or preschool. It’s not a crime that you are not a stay at home dad, not many like to do that or even fit for that role,” you shrug and it’s your genuine opinion. Just because parents don’t devote one hundred percent of their life to their children, it doesn’t make them bad. Parents deserve to be selfish sometimes.

“I just… I can get so into my head about everything I do wrong,” he sighs, closing his eyes and he seem so tired all of a sudden, like he has been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Brushing his hair out of his forehead you kiss him gently before his eyes open again.

“You’re not doing anything wrong, Harry. Believe me, Izzy is having the best childhood she could ever wish for. She is secure, loved and taken care of. Everything is going well.” He doesn’t answer, just nods as his arms wrap around you, pulling you to his chest and you gladly snuggle into his embrace.

That evening it felt like Harry was shifting in the right direction, but you can never know what really goes on in someone’s head and you couldn’t see what was coming.

A few days later another candidate comes for an interview, you, Harry and the young girl called Rachel sit outside at the terrace as Harry goes through the same questions he asked every other applicant while Izzy is playing around the swing set.

Rachel just finished her bachelor’s and is now taking a gap year before moving back to her hometown to work at her father’s law firm. She grew up with three younger sisters and took care of them most of the time to help her parents out who worked a lot. She is nice, very well educated and it’s clear she is great with children. Yet again, when you glance at Harry you don’t see him as satisfied as you are and you already know he is going to find something against her.

“Alright, so what is it this time?” you sigh once Rachel is gone and you can finally talk openly about her.

“She basically doesn’t have any official knowledge about kids, she just grew up with kids, that doesn’t qualify her as a professional.”

“Raising children is the best knowledge you can get, Harry,” you argue, feeling a little impatient this time. Rachel is perfect for the job, but any other applicants would have been fine too. You’re running out of time and Ruth won’t be able to help much longer.

“I would just be a lot more comfortable if it was a professional staying home with my daughter,” he answers, marching into the kitchen and you follow him.

“There were plenty of professionals between the previous ones as well. You are ruling everyone out!”

“I’m not ruling them out, I’m just trying to make the best decision for my child!”

“By being absolutely insatiable?!”

“Why is it so bad that I want the best choice?” he growls throwing his hands into the air.

“It’s not, but the best choice is not always one without any flaws, Harry,” you point it out, hoping he gets what you’re talking about.

“But I want this to be flawless!” he snaps and you can see that he has lost his patience at this point, but so did you. “I’m not settling for less than what I want, Y/N!”

“So then what? You lied when we talked about all of this? Because without a replacement, I can’t start working more!”

“I didn’t fucking lie, I’m just asking for more time!”

“Well it seems like you just want to push me into changing my mind about switching jobs and eventually say that I’m staying home, taking the blame off of you!”

“I’m not pushing you into anything, Y/N. We still have time until the end of summer, I just want to find the perfect person, give me some time!”

“Harry, there won’t be a perfect person!” you raise your voice, done with running the same circles at this point. “Any of the previous applicants would have taken good care of Izzy, why are you ignoring it?!”

“Stop telling me what to do when it comes to Izzy!” he then snaps, his voice beaming through the room, taking you by surprise. But what he says after this is what really hits you hard in the chest. “She is my daughter, not yours!”

Part of you knows he didn’t mean it the way it came out. Like you had absolutely no relations to Izzy, like you weren’t partially raising her way before you got together with Harry. You can see that it just slipped out in the heat of the moment, but your anger is making you selfish and not care about that anymore. His words hurt and you’ve stopped making excuses for him.

“Yeah, you’re right. Why am I still even here?” you calmly ask before simply turning around and heading out.

The calm but warning tone snaps him out and he is quick to realize he has crossed a line. He launches after you and almost catches you in the hallway when Izzy runs inside, calling out for him.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Harry stops and turns around to see if she is alright and it gives you just enough time to escape. You rush out of the house and throw yourself into your car, igniting it and driving away as Harry shows up at the front door, calling after you, but you ignore it, making your way to your mom’s. You need a familiar place to calm yourself down at.

Harry tries to call you several times, and though the first few times it rings out, you send his calls to voicemail almost immediately after a while.

“Damn it,” he growls after another failed attempt to reach you. It’s been almost an hour since you stormed out and he is losing his mind, not knowing where you are, especially after what he said.

He regretted it the moment the words fell from his lips, but he knew it was too late. He let his anger bring the worst out of him and it all crashed down on you when you didn’t deserve any of it. Harry knows you’re right, he’s been trying to find something bad about every applicant because… part of him thinks that he is a bad father for not being the one taking care of Izzy all the time. If it wasn’t enough already, he’s been feeling like a failure for years… ever since he lost his wife because he wasn’t ready to commit more time for his family. He’s been dealing with the thought of being the worst father for so long, sometimes he convinces himself it’s the truth.

If I was ready for another baby, Maggie wouldn’t have had to die. If I put my family first, she would still be alive, he tells himself often when he is feeling the darkness clouding over his mind. Little does he know that it’s all just in his head. It doesn’t make him a bad father that he wanted to wait a little longer before having another baby. He never put his work above his family, he was always there when he was needed and made sure his loved ones are safe and taken care of. Never in his life did he ever put his work before Izzy or Maggie or anyone in his life he cared about.

But sometimes, your mind can play dirty tricks on you. And Harry fell for them.

As time is passing by he is growing more and more anxious when he doesn’t hear from you. No calls, no texts, he has no idea where you went or when you’re coming back. Sitting on the edge of the bed he stares out the window blankly before his eyes wander to the side where you usually sleep and it hits him hard when he realizes how eerily similar the situation is.

Following a fight his lover runs away, doesn’t answer his calls and he can’t get a hold of her. It’s like history is repeating itself all over again and as realization creeps up his spine, his throat tightens and he gasps, tears flooding into his eyes. With shaky hands he grabs his phone and dials Niall’s number, hoping he is not out somewhere at a bar, ignoring his phone.

“What’s up?” he answers the phone delightfully.

“Call Heather now and ask if she knows Y/N’s mom’s address,” he snaps immediately frantically.

“Woah, what happened?”

“Niall! Just do what I asked!” he barks and ends the call, giving his friend the chance to obey. Luckily, Niall feels the seriousness of the situation and does as Harry asked. A few minutes later a text arrives to Harry’s phone with the address.

Putting Izzy into the car he speeds down the streets to Gemma’s house who is shocked to see her brother in this state, but she doesn’t have the chance to ask anything as Harry drops Izzy off and asks her to watch her for the night.

“Okay, yeah, but—“

“Not now, Gemma!” he calls back, already running back to his car, heading to your mother’s house where you sought comfort following the fight.

“Not that I don’t like having you here, but you really should go home and talk it out.” Trevor joins you outside where you’ve been sitting on the steps of the terrace, staring out into the darkening sky. It’s been a few hours since you basically ran away from home and Harry has been blowing your phone up so you put it into airplane mode, sending all his calls to voicemail until you feel like dealing with him.

Trevor sits beside you, his long legs coming up closer to his chest as he sits the same way as you, his arms hug his knees.

“I know, I just… I’m a little tired,” you mumble.

“You don’t have to discuss it, but Harry would want you home for the night, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” you nod breathing out. “Do you think I overreacted?” you ask him, feeling unsure about the way you acted. Was it too much? Did you have the right to do it? You’re not so sure about it anymore.

“Well, he didn’t lie about Izzy not being your daughter,” Trevor huffs. “Though he could have handled the situation better. I get it that he just wants what’s best for her, but you were right too.”

Sitting in silence Trevor doesn’t try to convince you to apologize or keep holding a grudge. He just lets you figure it out all by yourself.

Not long later you go back inside and grabbing your phone from the dining table you decide to turn it back on, missed calls and texts flooding the device, but for your biggest surprise, not just from Harry.

Heather: Niall just called me to get your mom’s address urgently, everything alright?!

“Oh shit,” you gasp, typing a quick reply to assure her that you’re fine and then you open Harry’s text seeing how frantic he grew over time and you realize what it must feel like to him. The situation is way too similar to the way he lost Maggie and though you didn’t mean to hurt him by putting him through it again, it’s already too late.

Just as you are about to call him to let him know you’re fine a car pulls up on the drive way and you know it’s him. You rush out the front door the moment he jumps out of the car, eyes wide, chest heaving as he finally lays his eyes on you.

“Oh my God!” he breaks down in tears as you smash against him, wrapping him in your arms, he does the same, his strong arms circling around your waist tightly as he sobs into your chest painfully.

“I’m fine, everything is alright. I’m fine. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for running away like that,” you mumble, kissing the side of his head, holding him for dear life.

“I was so scared it happened again!” he whimpers, his whole body shaking. You slowly start pulling him until you reach the little front porch where there is a small bench kept next to the front door. You sit and pull him with yourself, he doesn’t even loosens his hold around you, as if you would turn to dust if he lets go of you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it through,” you hum, fingers combing through his hair as you try to calm him down. He is still shaking, but his sobs are starting to die down finally, his hands still fisting your shirt at your waist.

“No, I’m sorry for being such a dick. I didn’t mean it. You are doing so much for Izzy and I, I don’t know what I would do without you!” he whimpers and when he finally lifts his head up, your heart breaks at the painful look in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. You were right about everything! Please forgive me!”

“Oh Harry,” you breathe out, the tears already welling in your eyes as you brush his messy curls out of his forehead.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you, what I said was bullshit! Please forgive me, I can’t… I don’t want to lose you, Y/N,” he stutters with one breath and then he adds: “I love you.”

Your lips part as you stare back at him in total awe at his sudden confession. Though it’s been an emotional ride, you weren’t expecting him to drop this bomb on you. A smile cracks on lips as you cup his face in your hands, feeling a hot tear rolling down your cheek.

“I love you too, Harry,” you answer, both of you letting out a relieved chuckle as he finally presses his lips to yours. His kiss tastes salty from both your tears, it’s needy and a little uncoordinated, but it means the world to you at this moment.

Sitting on the little bench you finally talk everything out once you both calm down enough to speak. Harry admits that he’s been so picky about the nannies because he is still struggling to be the best father he can and is reminded of being alone in this every time he faces a struggle. It constantly reminds him that he is supposed to have his partner with him, solving everything together, but now he is on his own and has to provide the best possible life for Izzy.

“Harry… you’re not alone,” you breathe out, heart aching for the man you love with everything in you. “And I’m not only talking about myself. Your mom, Gemma, Niall, even Saige, Ava and Linda are always happy to help you out with everything. If Maggie was still here, it wouldn’t be just the two of you. Raising a child needs a whole village,” you chuckle softly. “But if you want a partner in it… I’m here. And I really mean it. I see a future with you, I want to be part of your family, of course, only if you let me.” Reaching over your hand finds his on his lap and you squeeze it gently as he looks at you, his expression still a little torn, but it’s not as painful as it was when he arrived.

“I would love to have you be part of my family, Y/N.”

It’s like a rock is lifted off your chest upon hearing his reassuring words. This is all you ever wanted, have a partner in life who is willing to build a future together with you and Harry is offering you just that.

You stay on that old little bench for so long, you don’t even realize how late it has gotten, only when your mom shows up at the door, wearing her nightgown and a fluffy robe.

“Don’t want to bother, but do you want to spend the night? Just asking if I should get you some extra pillows and blankets…”

“Oh! Um, no. We are going home, but thank you mom,” you smile tiredly, noticing it’s nearing midnight now.

Harry stands from next to you and as he steps to your mother you realize they haven’t even met. Harry stands tall in front of your mom, but you notice the nervous flash in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even have the time to introduce myself,” he mumbles with a nervous chuckle. Your mom blushes, most likely finding your boyfriend quite handsome though you already showed pictures of him to her. “I’m Harry,” he says, holding out a hand.

“Oh, no worries! I’m Tina!” she smiles charmingly as they shake hands.

“Nice to meet you, Tina.”

“I know we should have probably had a better introduction, but we’ll come around some other time under better circumstances,” you chuckle softly as you stand up from the bench too.

You say goodbye to Trevor and your mom and finally head home. Harry tries to convince you to ride back in his car, but you don’t want to leave yours here, so you tell him it’s going to be fine. Both of you arrive in one piece and you only realize that Izzy is nowhere to be found when you walk into the house.

“Dropped her off at Gemma’s. I’ll have to explain a lot of things to my sister tomorrow, but it can wait,” he chuckles softly before his hands reach out to you, grabbing your waist gently as he pulls you closer to him. “I’m so sorry for tonight, Y/N.”

“Hey, we agreed that no more apologizing,” you remind him of the deal you made earlier. “It’s all in the past.”

Harry nods, huffing through his nose before leaning down he kisses you softly, as if you were some kind of fragile artwork that needs to be handled with so much care.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips, his eyes barely open under his thick lashes.

“I love you too,” you smile back, your hands coming to rest at the base of his neck.

“I will never get tired of hearing that,” he chuckles lowly, making you laugh too.

“Good, because I’ll be saying it a lot.”

“Perfect.”

“Stop picking on your lip!” you warn Harry when you catch him fidgeting with his bottom lip. He wouldn’t admit, but he is surely nervous as the two of you are waiting for Izzy to join you downstairs. She just got home from the zoo with Gemma, they had an amazing day together, but it had a purpose. You needed her to be looked after while you went to the doctor. It was your first ultrasound since the time you went to see if you’re really pregnant or the tests just fooled you, but it was one hundred percent legit. You were indeed pregnant.

You and Harry got married a few weeks before Izzy turned six. She was the cutest little flower girl in the small ceremony held at the backyard of your own home. Both of you agreed that you don’t want anything big and flashy, just an intimate little wedding with your close family and friends. It’s been two months of being husband and wife and it’s almost completely sure the little baby growing now in your tummy was conceived on your wedding night…

You’ve been keeping it a secret, wanting to tell Izzy first before sharing the news with your friends and family.

“Do you want to talk first or do I do it?” Harry asks in a whisper, as if Izzy could hear anything from upstairs.

“I have a feeling you wouldn’t be able to get a word out so I’ll take the lead, if you don’t mind,” you chuckle softly and Harry doesn’t argue.

He has been such a nerve wreck thinking about telling Izzy that she is going to be a big sister. These past years she has dealt so well with processing everything about the situation with her mom, you and the idea of her dad having a new wife. You felt like she was a little confused at the beginning, but once you had an actual, mature talk with her, answered all her questions, you could see things shift to place in that cute little head of hers. Now she knows what it means that her mom passed and how you came into the picture. This is why you have no doubt she’ll take the news well, but Harry is still afraid she might flip.

Little feet tap against the floor somewhere upstairs and then Izzy runs down the stairs, joining you at the dining table.

“What’s the surprise?” she asks in excitement. You told her you have a surprise for her when she arrived and now she is pumped for whatever is coming.

“Izzy, you know how Zac has a little brother, right?” you ask, smoothly starting the discussion.

“Yes! His name is Jeremy!”

“Yeah. So Jeremy is a little younger than Zac, they are siblings. Zac’s parents wanted to have more than just one kids and so they decided to have Jeremy.”

“Mrs. Rumbald had him in her belly!” she explains cleverly. The topic of babies has already came up earlier, so now she has an idea of what really happens when a couple decides to have a baby.

“Exactly,” you nod smiling. “You know how your daddy and I are now married, right? We talked about what it meant.” Izzy nods, glancing at her father who is sitting beside you, sweating his balls off even though it’s going smoothly. “Married couples often decide to have babies. This is what your dad and I did too and now there is a baby in my belly too. That means that you’re going to have a little brother or sister soon.”

Izzy blinks a few times, processing your words before her face lights up with excitement as she gasps.

“Can I play with her?” she asks, making you and Harry laugh.

“Might be a boy, baby,” Harry chimes in.

“Okay, then can I play with him or her?” she corrects herself.

“Well, you have to be careful with newborn babies, but I’m sure she or he will love to play with you!”

“What’s it gonna be called?” she asks her next question.

“We don’t know that yet. But you can suggest names if you want to,” Harry offers.

“Can it be Elsa if it’s a girl?” she immediately suggests and you smile at her first thought. Of course she says Elsa, she is going through her mandatory Frozen obsession like every other kid at her age.

“We’ll put it on the list,” you tell her. “Do you want to see a picture of the baby?”

“You can take pictures of the inside of your belly?” she asks with a confused look.

“Well, not with a camera like the ones I use,” you explain as you place the black and white, messy picture of the tiny baby in front of her. She grabs it and starts inspecting it as if it was some kind of puzzle and you can tell she is having a hard time making out where the actual baby is. “That’s right there. It’s still tiny and has to grow a lot,” you tell her, pointing at the right splotch in the picture.

“Can I keep this picture?” she asks smiling up at you sweetly. “I want to put it to my wall!”

A while ago Harry has gotten her a huge frame right above her bed that has wires running across it with tiny clips attached. You’ve gifted her her favorite polaroids from your stack you’ve collected through the years, most of them featuring the three of you. It’s touching to know that she wants her little sibling there already.

“Of course!” you breathe out, touched by the idea.

You follow her up into her room and while she stands on the bed, you put the sonogram next to a photo that was taken of her and Harry on her sixth birthday.

“Can I tell my friends at school that I’m going to have a brother or sister?” she asks, still standing on the bed so now she is almost as tall as you are.

“Um…” glancing over at the door your eyes meet Harry’s who just shrugs, letting you know it’s up to you. “I guess you can, yes.”

“Thank you!” she beams, throwing her little arms around your neck as she hugs you tight and you return it gladly. “Can I watch some TV, please?” she asks with an angelic look she knows you can never resist.

“Yeah, but only for an hour,” you tell her as she jumps in victory before climbing off the bed. Running to the door she gives Harry a hug before disappearing down the hallway. Harry walks in, a proud and soft smile tugging on his lips as he steps to you, his hands finding your waist. He pulls you against his hard chest, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“This went well, right?” he asks.

“Yeah, you were such a big help, sitting there in silence,” you chuckle teasing him.

“But you handled it so good, baby. I didn’t want to interrupt,” he smirks and you just roll your eyes at him before circling your arms around his neck.

“Uh-huh, sure,” you smirk. “So… are you ready to be a daddy again?” you ask him with a shy smile.

“Technically, I never stopped being a daddy,” he points out. “The real question is, are you ready to become a mommy?” he asks turning it back to you.

“I’m… a little nervous, but very excited. I think I’m ready,” you nod smiling.

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna be alright,” he hums, kissing into your hair.

“Wow, when did you become the emotional support in this relationship?” you tease him and he just rolls his eyes.

“Learned from the best,” he nudges his nose against yours before kissing you softly. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you smile against his lips, thinking about how long the two of you have become since you first met and you are happy you got to be the person who taught Harry how to love and be loved again.

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