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ham1lton · 25 days

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another day, another drama.

pairing: lando norris x fellow driver’s sister!reader.

summary: the one where you think o/s is hiding something from you, so with the help of your boyfriend and his friends, you try to figure it out. too bad you find more than you bargained for.

author’s note: part of the nepo sister universe. i fear we might be coming to the end of the nsu soon…. also there is a poll at the end, help a struggling writer out and vote pls mwah.

— part one | part two (coming soon).

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yourusername: just saw these pics of my bf and burst into tears. fuck f1 for taking my bf and my sister away from me….

oscarpiastri: ur welcome ☺️

-> yourusername: SICK SICK MAN!!!! 😒😒

user1: not u acting like a war widow 😭

-> yourusername: my husband (boyfriend) has been taken as a prisoner of war (forced to do his job) thousands of miles away (no this part is actually real).

user9: i’m new to this. are they lovers?

-> user8: worse.

*liked by oscarpiastri.*

formula1: we apologise yourusername! but you’ll see him soon we promise! :)

-> yourusername: RETURN MY BF IMMEDIATELY….

-> user5: girl what about your sister??

-> yourusername: she’ll be fine 😘

user6: girl um did u see ur sister’s newest interview???

-> yourusername: no??!! BRB!

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vogue: the paddock’s princess came to talk to us about being our newest cover girl, winning her most recent championship, going viral, her love life and what her favourite smoothie combination is.

user3: shes so cute 🥺🥺

user1: o/s has been notoriously single since her breakup with paul like five years ago… why is she giggling and smiling when asked about a man???

-> user2: no i noticed that… omg is she seeing someone?

user7: face card never declines!

user4: when gav told her that she’d won and the first thing she did when she left the car was hug him and cry??? she’s so cute. i’m so glad i live in the y/n domination era.

-> user5: the edits with that video are sick… o/s is keeping the tiktok editors in business.

-> user9: have you seen the ones about her and lando to the song lacy??? INSANE…

-> user5: DM ME RN

user31: her saying she doesn’t ever want to be defined by her wins and rather by who she is a person. we love a charitable queen!

yourusername: love life… hmmm….

-> user4: oh no….. she’s plotting 😭

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oldersister: family reunion.

yourusername: no credits for the pics??

-> oldersister: no. you take enough credit from my card.

-> yourusername: … fair.

user1: she’s deadass married wth.

-> user6: family reunion out of nowhere? talking about her love life suddenly after years of not even having one? photographed with two separate men?? shopping with o/s/bff in a bridal boutique and cordoning off the area?? it’s adding up sis ur not even delusional for this one….

user9: WHO’S UR MAN @/oldersister

user5: stop with the married jokes y’all…. i can’t lose my queen to some MAN….

user3: are you planning on changing ur surname from l/n.

-> oldersister: never.

-> user16: oh so you do see these comments…

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SPYING TRANSCRIPT - THURSDAY, 6PM.

- written by LANDO NORRIS, for his boss Y/N L/N.

LANDO NORRIS - i think she’s dating carlos. i’m putting my cards out there.

OSCAR PIASTRI - put your cards back. no way that’d happen. i think she’s dating someone else. look at these photos. that guy isn’t carlos.

DANIEL RICCARDO - just tell y/n she’s dating me and we can all go to sleep. i mean look at my incredible good looks, it would be sacrilegious to not want me.

PIASTRI - if she was gonna go for the hottest driver on the grid she’d go for lewis or charles.

CHARLES LECLERC - oh thank you oscar! very nice.

NORRIS - you’re moving away from the point. wait… is someone knocking on the door?

(everyone looks at each other concerned)

RICCIARDO - oh i ordered pizza. i forgot. my bad!

LECLERC - how about her dating another athlete? someone who understands this life but won’t affect her position here.

NORRIS - smart… what athlete has she been seen with recently?

PIASTRI - according to social media, simone biles?

NORRIS - isn’t she married? nah, who else.

RICCIARDO - she was telling me the other day that she went to the psg game. i asked her why and she said she had a friend who played for them.

LECLERC - kylian mbappé? that makes a lot of sense actually….

NORRIS - do you feel a kin to him? i mean, you’re both frenchmen after all.

(OSCAR PIASTRI would like the transcript to include the following: — after this, charles hit lando. i laughed.)

PIASTRI - it could be that this is all a big misunderstanding. she could have been shopping for a bridesmaid dress. why would she get married and not tell her sister who she’s incredibly close to? that makes no sense to me.

RICCIARDO - anyways….

NORRIS - what about leonardo dicaprio!

LECLERC - she is under 25….

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httpdollie · 9 months

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— ADDICTION

GETO SUGURU X FEM! READER

content warning: she/her pronouns, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink, breeding kink, established relationship, jealous! geto, insecure reader, geto is obsessed with his gf and wants to prove it to her, Geto is business man. this is my first time writing smut T^T

never thought my first post on a new account would be smut, this is so bad i’m sorry ToT

Geto knew you were mad at him, he was late two times in the past week to your dates due to being held back by his friends. Not just the typical 20 minute lateness, but the kind of late that had you questioning if he was even coming cause you’ve waited an hour already. The first time you forgave him and he promised to make it up to you, but the second time, you barely said anything which made it very obvious that you were hurt. You were the talker in your relationship and he couldn’t handle the silence from you.

He knew how you hated it when Gojo would suck him into hanging out for another hour, he already has an insane schedule with work and the fact he worked with Gojo made you even more bitter. There’s also the fact that Gojo loves drinking with women who love men like him and your boyfriend. Of course it irritated the hell out of Geto, but it didn’t help that his best friend also happened to be his boss. He spent most of his time thinking about rotting in bed all day with you in his arms (or his face on your tits).

Geto was desperate for you. When he met you two years ago, he was and still is completely enchanted by you. He was 3 years older than you, you had met at your job, at a cafe across the street from his job. He’d come everyday and became your regular who was unable to say anything outside of his order. It was you who made the first move.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” You asked quietly while handing his coffee to him. At this point he had been coming to this cafe for three months and had never brought anyone with him. He smiled before telling you he was single. That day he thanked the universe for divine intervention cause he had foot in mouth syndrome because of how cute your smile was every time you told him to ‘have a good day’. Once you started dating he felt like he was walking on a cloud, your presence drowning him in a bliss he never knew he could feel before.

Then he got swamped with work over summer, and now you were mad at him.

Now he was on his way to pick you up from a girl night with your friends. He walked into the club with keys in hand to see you sitting near the bar with your friends on one side of you and some random guy on the other, talking up a storm with you, before he put his arm on your shoulder.

Geto felt his heartbeat pick up in an unsettling way. He watched as you push his hand off your shoulder and give him a disgusted look and flipping your attention back to your friends. He grinned to himself with pride. As he looked at you he bit his lip nervously before walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. He felt you jump up at first before sighing with relief upon realizing who it was.

“You ready to go baby?” He said, kissing your cheek softly, staring intensely at the guy next to you with dead eyes, watching him shift uncomfortably in his seat. You nod giving him a weak smile, grabbing your purse off your chair and standing up. “Do any of them need a ride?” He asks softly, letting go of you. Now noticing your friend are watching him, some glaring.

“Uh no, their cab is on the way, they live together.” Making him nod and allowing you to say your goodbyes before you head out to his car and head your way home. In silence.

As Geto drives he feels guilt eating away at him. Staring at you every red light he hits. Minutes upon minutes of tension filled air and his gawking.

“Stop staring at me and pay attention to the road.” You spoke suddenly, making lips curl into a grin

“I can’t help it when you look so pretty.” He replies back, watching to turn away from him, making him chuckle at your flustered self. He takes a deep breath and rests his hand on your thigh, softly rubbing your inner thigh with his thumb.

“Look Y/n, i’ve been an ass recently and i’m sorry, you’re my priority and I haven’t been treating you as well as I should’ve and I wanna make it up to you.” He said, his eyes focused on the road as the light was green but his hand remained gently rubbing you, assuring you that you have his attention. “I’m going cut my hours back at the office, hire some new people so i have more time with you princess.” He continued, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze

“I forgive you Geto… it’s just that I really liked you for a long time before we started dating and I just… I get scared sometimes that i’m not enough.” You said quietly, making Geto’s heart twist in his chest. He turns the corner into your neighbourhood, pulling into the driveway and immediately unbuckling once he’s parked.

“Y/n, I promise you are all I want, all that I need, baby I think about you basically every second so please don’t think you’re not enough for me.”

He rests his hand on your cheek before pulling you into a hug. “Y/n… I’m so in love with you, it drives me crazy, ’m so sorry I made you feel like that.” He pulls away and kisses your face, feeling the tears on your face, he gently wipes them away. “I love you so much.” He kisses your lips, this time moving his hand from your check to the back of your neck. He starts off kissing you slowly, feeding into the tenderness of the moment.

As you kiss, he entices a moan out of you, making him eager to kiss you with more passion. Feeling your hands gently tug at his hair tie, letting his soft locs loose, gently running your hands through it, he sighs softly into your mouth as you play with his hair. He bites gently on your lip, using the moment you gasp as a moment to deepen the already intense makeout. He slides his tongue in your mouth, tilting your head back, kissing you with fevour.

“Wanna go inside?” You smile, finally pulling apart.

The second you’re in the house, Geto pushes you against the door, his hands roam from your face, down your body, caressing, groping and toying with you as he kisses you. He slaps your ass, grabbing the fat of it, to make you gasp and giggle before he follows you into your bedroom. Immediately moaning excitedly as you kiss him feverishly. He smiles into the kiss, pulling away, chuckling as your lips try to follow his.

“Can I touch you princess?” Your dark hair lover asks as he hand with the bottom of your dress.

“Please.” He swears your voice alone could makes him hard.

“Please what baby?” He grins, watching your needy expression

He teased you pulling up the front of your dress, his hand quickly cupping your pussy, making you whimper. While one hands on your pussy, the other is on your neck, tilting it to give him access to your neck, biting and nipping at the soft skin. His hand slowly teases your clit through your panties. rubbing your clothed pussy slowly making a wet spot form as he toyed with you.

“You need to use your words princess.” He said into the kiss, smiling at your pouting reaction. “I’ll give you what you want baby, you just need to tell me what it is.”

“Please touch me daddy.” You beg, face down avoiding his gaze. He takes his hand off your pussy, smiling when he wears you whimper. He uses both hands for make you look at him.

“Good girl.” He praises you, kissing you before you can look away.

Geto unzipped the back of your dress, slipping the flimsy straps off your shoulders, letting it fall of you and pool onto the floor. He breaks the kiss, letting you step your dress and sadly your panties. Watching him frown before commenting on how he found them “cute,” watching you roll you eyes at him sarcastically before he pulled you by the waist before leveling himself to your body. His hands made their way to your boobs, leaning his head down to kiss your neck, moving down your soft skin, bringing his face to your tits before he gently pinched your nipple, making you squeak

“Geto, be nice,” you pouted, hands tugging at his hair in retaliation, causing him to smirk.

“Of course I‘ll be nice baby, gonna show you how much I love you.” He replied, continuing kissing your chest. Looking up at you seductively as he sucked on you nipple watching you start to breath heavier, his has travel to you ass, grabbing it roughly.

You feel his long fingers slide down your body, making you shiver as he backed you up onto the bed, making you sit on the edge. He settles between your legs, dragging his finger slowly up your thighs, making you bit your lip in anticipation. He places soft kisses on your thighs, using his hands to feel you up.

“Such a pretty pussy you have for me.” He cooed, finally kissing your pussy softly. Using his hands to pull your hips closer to his mouth. He gave light kisses before they turned into slowly licking up your pussy.

He pulled his shirt off, watching you practically drool over his body making him chuckle. He quickly laid back.

He smirked as he felt you roll your hips into his face, chasing your own high. He laid his tongue flat on your pussy, hands on your ass as he encourages you to ride his face. His nose rubbing your clit as you move your hips pathetically against him. He quickly holds your hips as you whimper loudly, moaning his name out louder and louder telling him how badly you want to cum. He latched his tongue around your clit, sucking intensely as you cum on his face, cover his mouth before he quickly laps it up.

“Oh my god! Ahh— fuck!” You squirmed in his face, hands gripping his hair as you try to pull his mouth off. He continues his assault on your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, feeling your legs lightly tremble around his head, . His grip on you tightens as he moves your hips, making you ride his mouth and nose again. He feels you nails scratch at his scalp, making him groan; the noise vibrating against your pussy as he toys with your wet little cunt.

Geto loved the look on your face as he held your thighs down, securing your spot on his face, viciously devouring you. Your whimpers and moans stir his cock as he detaches his mouth from you, making you cry out.

“Aww, you’re so sensitive princess,” he smiled as he mocked you taking two of his fingers, slowly rubbing ur on your puffy slit. “I’ve only been eating your cute little pussy and you’re all fucked out, how cute.” He purred, using his thumb to rub small but fast circles on your clit, watching you try fighting your upcoming orgasm. He slowly slips is tongue in and out of your hole, before switching with his fingers. He slips his thick middle finger slowly into your tight cunt, while he starts sucking on your clit, feeling you jerk your hips unwillingly every now and then while crying and moaning. He slides in a second finger, picking up the pace as he pumps his fingers in, curving them inside you, hitting your spongy spot. You feel you toes curl as repeatedly thrusts into you. Feeling a cool in your stomach slowly tighten.

One of your hands hit the wall, holding yourself up as your boyfriend continues to lick and suck on you til you cum undone on his face once again. Your legs trembling again, panting as you lean against the wall. “It’s too much daddy,” you breath out, legs shaking around him. He looks at your fucked out face and smiles at you. He taps your thigh, letting you move off his face before he repositions you, spreading your legs. He shifts in the bed, slipping out of his pants and boxers, joining his shirt in the floor before resting between your legs again. He doesn’t even bother opening the nightstand to get a condom. He lifts your legs over his shoulder and leans down, rubbing his long, thick cock along your sensitive hole.

“You wanna cum for me again princess?” He looks at you with his eyes half lidded eyes, his long dark hair framing his face, making him look all the more sexy. You give him a nod and he shakes his head, slowly moves his cock along your pussy, watching your face as you become needy for him to touch you again.

“I wanna hear you use your words baby, tell me what you want.” He teases as he picks up the pace, rubbing himself faster along your folds.

“Please daddy… I want your cock so bad.” You bite your lip trying to suppressing a moan, but failing miserably when your boyfriends hands trails up your body, caressing your boob as he teases your pussy. “Geto please fuck me! I want your cum in me so bad!” You whine, moving your hips trying to get more pressure.

He couldn’t handle his own teasing at this point, with the way your whine for his cock, makes him want to cum on the spot. His perfect little girl was begging for him, who was he to deny her?

He presses his lips into a her neck, kissing and sucking on her soft skin as he slowly presses his length into her. His eyes roll back at the feeling of her tight, wet, cunt making him bite his lip trying to stifle a moan.

“Fuck—you feel so perfect baby.” He breathes deeply, slowly rolling his hips into yours. “This pussy is all fucking mine.” He said as he peppered your neck with kisses, picking up the pace as he pleased you. “Say it princess.” He demanded, as his thrusts into you.

“I’m yours daddy! It feels ‘so good,” you pant out as he continues his assault on your pussy. “I love you so much! Fuck daddy please make me cum!” Geto pulls way from your neck, watching you close your eyes as he rolls in and out of you. He smiles before kissing your lips, increasing his speed as he plows into you. Your legs roll off his shoulders and you quickly wrap them around his hips, making pull away and grab your hips, lifting your lower back off the bed as he thrusts into you at this newfound angle, making your walls clench around him as the presses his head into your cunt.

“Feels so fucking good.” He groans, moving your hips along his thick cock. He thrusts into your hips, making you met as he uses you like a fucktoy. You unintentionally clench around him, making his grip on you tighten as you watch him groan loudly. Swearing and praising you as he plows into you roughly.

“I fucking love this pussy. Oh! Fuck— baby tell me you love me pretty girl.”

“I love you so much daddy! You feel so good inside me!” You scream out, feeling him pick up the pace while he tell you how good you make him feel.

He quickly pulls out, and sits beside you before helping you into his lap, holding the small of your back against himself. He rubs his cock along your clit, rubbing it with this pink head before looking up at you with a doped out smile.

“Lemme take care of you baby— oh fuck…” He sighs heavily, grabbing your ass as he slowly helps you ride his cock. Each thrust pulling almost all the way out before quickly thrusting in deep, pressing his hips hard into you, making you gasp and groan sharply as he abuses your puffy pussy. He snakes one hand in front, putting his thumb against your swollen bud. He smirks to himself as he feels your legs shake as he starts rubbing your clit again. “You look so pretty like this princess. Nice and pretty getting fucked stupid on daddy’s cock.” His mocking stirs something inside you, causing the tightened in you stomach to bundle up as he played with your pussy relentlessly.

“Daddy- ah fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You cry out, his pace with his thumb and hips quicken as you try to hold on from cumming so quickly; your boyfriend clearly thinking otherwise. “Oh god- ‘its too much!” You squeak out as you feel yourself losing breath coming up on your high. Geto thirsting deep inside you, holding you in place as you squirm on his dick, taking in your reaction as you cum all over him. Feeling your body slump against him as you try to catch your breath.

“You did so good pretty girl” He coos at you, gently placing both hands on your ass, gliding your over sensitive pussy on his cock, making you whine out.

“Too much daddy, ‘m so tired.”

“Thought you wanted daddy’s cum in you, princess?” He teases, slowly helping up and down on his cock. “I think I deserve to knock you up after all.” Feeling your pussy twitch at your words. he smiles up at you, his dark lust filled eyes staring into yours. “What do you think princess? You want daddy’s cum in you?”

“Yes daddy!”

“Good fucking girl, ‘gonna breed this tight little pussy! Oh- ffuck, gonna get this pussy pregnant!” He smiles lazily at you, practically limp on his body as his shoving his cock into you, getting faster and faster with each thrust. Sweat dripping down his face as he slams into your pussy like his life depends on it

“Please cum in me daddy! Need it so bad” You say into his ear, arms wrapped around his neck, hands tangling into his hair as he uses your pussy like a flashlight to get him off. Slapping your ass every and then to make you gasp and cry out. You feel his cocky twitch as his thrust get harder and harder, pushing deeper into your gummy walls. Room filled with nothing but your moans and the sound of slapping skin.

“This pussy is fucking— mine.” He groan out, kissing and biting your neck, as he bottomed out before thirsting harshly, making his cock press deeper than ever, make your vision go blurry and your toes to curl as you forcefully came on his cock as he pumped your pussy full of his cum.

“It all leaked out baby…” He said with a grin. “If we’re knocking you up we need to make sure it sticks.” He clicks his toungue on his teeth, showing fake disappointment. “I guess we’ll need to go again right princess?” He asks feign innocence with a dark look in his eye.

#geto suguru x reader #getou suguru #getou smut #geto suguru smut #getou suguru x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen #geto suguru #getou suguru smut #jjk fanfic #— dolly writes #— dolly’s dark thoughts 💭

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wriothesleybear · 9 months

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Some more headcanons about Wrio:

● He's a hopeless romantic. He wants it all: wife, kids, house, but because of his job he doesn't believe he will have them which leads to believe that he is doomed in that department.

● He's not picky about who he's dating/ what you look like but if you're good w kids, he considers this a plus.

● He 100% believes everyone is scared of him which leads him to be somewhat reluctant to go talk to you but he will muster the courage to nevertheless. Expect him to stutter a bit (and he will be blushing A LOT).

● During the courting period, he will go ALL the way. He wants to impress you but he doesn't know what you like and dislike so expect extravagant dates. He's a Duke after all.

● If you tell him you don't like all the expensive stuff, expect more lowkey dates from now on.

● When he realized he's actually in love in you...oh boy. He's a complete mess. He doesn't know how to act anymore. Will fall in 💞 with you so hard that it feels like a tsunami just randomly crashed into him. NO, it feels like Cupid just dropped an atomic bomb on him instead of firing an arrow. He never felt like this before. Seeing how weird their boss is acting, his boys will ask him if he's okay XD.

● When he finally says the three magic words, his face will be a complete red tomato.

Some NSFW hcs 🤭:

○ He usually gets very horny at night.

○ His mind is sooo filled with you. It's driving him insane. Will masturbate while imagining you sitting on his desk naked with your legs open.

○ His "ice cream" is very long and thick with a beautiful rosy tip and veins all over. He's proud of it.

○ He has two mode in bed: one where he acts as your gentle lover and the other one where he acts like the most vile horny person you've ever met...as if a wild wolf possesses him. He becomes a horny whore with his tongue leaking 😏.

○ He plays it safe. He wears a condom but if you tell him to ditch it, he'll do it in a heartbeat.

○ LOVES raw sex but he loves anal sex more.

○ Has a lot of fetishes.

○ He DEFINITELY has a pregnancy kink. He wants to stuff your pretty pussy like a stuffy bunny.

○ He can go multiple rounds. That man has the stamina of a beast.

○ Will f*ck you anywhere and everywhere: in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in a public bathroom, at a restaurant, in a closet, on his desk, in the bushes, at your parent's house...you name it.

○ At the end of your sessions, he always gives you a tender kiss on the lips.

-girlie anon

AHHHHH GIRLIE ANON YOU'RE SPOILING US !!🥹🥰❤️i love these ! they're so cute and wholesome but also spicy and hot 🔥😉😈

i'd let him raw dog it every night. i'm also not much for having kids but for wolf daddy, i don't mind👀 i am yours wrio my love🥺

i completely agree with the idea that he can get embarrassed and blushy. ugh i love me some 'big, scary looking but is actually really sweet and kind' characters.

i feel so fed. thank you girlie anon! ily and i hope you have a wonderful day/night🥹🥰❤️

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drowsyhope · 3 months

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NEVER AGAIN - POPPY’S PLAYTIME

summary ; never thought you would come back here, especially meeting your old lover here.

part 2 ; here

a/n ; i like the theory that dogday is possessed by rich, so we finna roll with that

warnings ; slightly gore, cussing, reader is a female but can be read as any gender, mention of divorcing, lowkey short

APRIL 6TH, 1991

“are you sure you need to go to work?” you plead, but to no refusal was coming out of him. he was quick to put his work clothes on, ignoring any pleading that had came out of your mouth. he was surely a pain in the ass.

today was yours and rich’s wedding anniversary, but of course, work comes first, and when they gave him a call asking if he could monitor the new shipment, he was quick on his feet.

it wasn’t common for rich to drop everything and go to that factory, hell, he was so close to dipping out the wedding, but before his mother threatened to take away all the inheritance he was gonna get if she ever died.

it was like his job mattered more then you did, and it hurt. the truth always hurt.

either way, the job of his was weird. it was a factory that specialized in children’s toys, and rich was one of the workers there. everyday when he would come home, he would complain on and on again on how terrible the work conditions were at his job, yet, he would do anything for that job.

“yes, i have to.” he replied, putting on his badge, which had a personalized name tag along with it.

sighing, you walked away from the male, tired that he was going away to his job again, and especially since he had gotten more ticked off lately. it was making you more stressed, and you were close to divorcing him and leaving him on the spot, him and his weird job that he always seems to care about.

but you can’t. that’s the love of your life, your high school sweetheart, the man you always set your eyes on. you can’t just drop everything and leave, like he always does. it’s hard for you to understand what’s happening, but you know that no matter what, you’re staying with this man, till death part the both of you.

JULY 30TH 1994

rich has been acting more off edge now, ever since he has been demoted to the ‘rejected toys room’, which he thought was insane of the company to do. you suggested quitting the job and finding a better one, but rich quickly declined the idea, saying it’s better to stay than leave.

at least he still has avery, who he always have lunch with on fridays. the both of them are good friends, which you’re glad that at least he has someone at work to talk to.

recently, the two of you have been distant, you running around the house making sure it’s clean and food is ready for your husband, in return, you husband working his ass off at the weird factory, always getting angry at every little thing.

it’s more harder that now you have random plush toys in your house, rich says that it’s to calm him down, but you think that they look creepy.

one though, the dog plush, was your favorite, despite its huge smile and its black menacing eyes that stares right into your soul. it had a vanilla scent, and its name was ‘dogday’, which you found adorable.

you would always carry around the plush toy, talking to it as if it was rich, cuddling with it in bed since rich is not there half of the time, pretending that it’s rich but as a plush.

it might seem pathetic, but you missed your husband dearly. you would’ve never guessed how much the two of you have been distant, and how you were slowly feeling replaced by this job. it was all crumbling down on you, but at least you had the dogday plush, it was cute.

either way, you have to thank rich for the plush, it was like a therapy plush. the others plush were nice, but you personally had a bias towards the dog one, as you liked dogs. the catnap plush was a close second.

hopefully, you can reconnect with your husband, maybe beg his boss to give him some time off, have a vacation with each other? just anything to be with him.

PRESENT DAY

now you thank the lord above that you never worked here.

poppy had purposefully crashed the train, resulting in the two of you being separated and you being dropped down a shoot. thankfully, you were quick to get out, realizing that you were now in the playcare sector of the factory. you went through the orphanage, saw catnap who scared the daylights out of you, had a hallucinations, saw a weird looking huggy wuggy, went through the school and always got killed by the teacher, saw catnap worshipping the prototype, and now you were in the playhouse part of the playcare.

how huge was this place again?

crawling through the playhouse, you were met with many of the mini smiling critters, which you thought were adorable. until they started to bite you. using the flare gun , they went away quicker than they came to you.

you felt odd in the playhouse, navigating through the plush maze. the critters followed your every room, but using your flare gun, they went away.

finally, seeing a door, you went through it, being surprised as you saw an empty pool room, with ducks being inside it. it felt uneasy, and you had a frown on your face, thinking that it was going to be an exit.

walking to another door on the other side of the room, you were met with a sort of jail type place, made with plush mats, of course. everything was unnerving, some of the jail cells were broken off, there were dead toys everywhere. some were hanged, some had blood bleeding out of its eyes or neck, some completely didn’t even have a head.

“you .. you’re poppy’s angel ..” your eyes widen, your heart dropped. that voice, it sounded familiar.

you look to see a chained up life-sized dogday, his lower half being cut off from his body, a belt being wrapped around his waist to probably contain the rest of his organs inside. it was horrific, his voice, his black soulless eyes.

“come to save us.” your hand made its way to cover your mouth, trying to contain the scream that was going to come out your mouth. you felt your face growing hot, your ears canceling out whatever he had to say. your emotions were going everywhere, nothing made sense. you thought he was dead, you thought he was 6 feet underground, you thought he wasn’t here no more.

but there is was, all in his glory. well, not quite glory.

“listen to me, you need to get out of this place.” you didn’t say a word, your eyes locking with his soulless ones. it all connected. there was a reason they didn’t want you to see his face, there was a reason it took weeks for them to retrieve his body, there was a reason why the funeral home was confused on why there wasn’t a body. there was a reason why your husband was taken away from you in this God awful place that called itself a loving place.

“i’m not going.” you could practically feel him gasp. the dog — rich, pleaded with you. trying to make you go, saying how the mini critters will come after him, how catnap will come after you.

but nothing was going to make you leave, nothing was going to make you leave your husband once again. nothing was going to let you from not stopping him as he walked out that door to his job. nothing was going to repeat itself once again.

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Fluent Freshman - Part 21

“What made you think taking on a mafia hitman was a good idea?” Andrew asks as he and FF were positioning themselves the best the could for an ambush on Romero.

Since, they APPARENTLY had time to talk.

Romero had gotten the text Andrew had sent him and INSTEAD of coming out right away to progress the whole SCHEME to kidnap and murder Andrew’s Junkie like any sensible goon Romero went to the BAR. Romero went to the Bar to get him and Jackson a round of CELEBRATORY drinks. Romero is still there at the bar waiting to be served by an INCREDIBLY nervous Roland if the number of exclamation marks and puking emojis is to be believed.

What the FUCK is there to celebrate?

These two idiots want to kidnap NEIL and so far the only thing Romero knows (thinks) that they’ve caught are two people that Neil would come for but even in Andrew’s text he’d been clear that he needed help getting ‘The boyfriend and the new friend’ to talk let alone getting them to call ‘The Wesninski Brat’ out. Andrew had hated typing the name in reference to Neil but it was the only thing the two ever referred to him as in their chats.

Is it some insane mental game that Romero thought he and Jackson were going to play on Andrew and Smith? Toasting to their torture so they’d give up Neil? Who knows.

He realizes that FF hasn’t answered him, his eyes focused on the door when Andrew’s thoughts had drifted. A reliable guy, steady in a pinch, and focused like most the others weren’t.

(Andrew does not know that FF is thinking about how one would go about becoming a Mafia Hitman. What is that career path like? Do they show up at job fairs? Do you get a job as a short order cook at a business that acts as a front and see to much but you’re also the only one that knows the secret spaghetti recipe the boss likes so you have to sign yourself to the family? Are you out doing your own freelance crime and someone higher up sees your work one day and literally head hunts you? Is it like in Saw where you survive an ordeal and then-)

“Smith?” Andrew draws FF’s attention away from the door.

“I didn’t think it was a good idea at any point.” FF says and Andrew is surprised by the admission and is more surprised by the twist of FF’s lips into a frown, “I just did what I thought I needed to do.” He adds.

(Andrew does not know that the twist of FF’s lips has more to do with the fact that he is realizing that Romero likely STILL has not washed his hands. Romero hasn’t washed his hands and he is going to hand Jackson a DRINK with those hands. Ugh. Honestly a contract killer AND someone who doesn’t wash his hands? Who RAISED him? What does his grandma think of this? FF hopes she’s disappointed in him.)

“You thought you needed to lure a hitman into an alley?” Andrew asks because the plan is stupid even if so far it has worked out for FF. The fact that Romero hadn’t just come out when he sent Jackson the signal is only due to FF’s good luck and their stupidity.

“I didn’t have a lot of time to think up anything more than the first plan I thought of. I saw him looking at Nicky on the dance floor.” FF says with another twist of his lips as he self-consciously rubbed at his cheek. It’s never fun to have someone who has time to pick apart a plan that you barely had time to form. Andrew can understand the irritation and is glad that FF isn’t lashing out at him for it.

(Andrew does not know that FF is not irritated he is just remembering that he had held up his broken toilet bowl phone to his face to pretend call Captain Neil. He’s contemplating asking if Andrew maybe possibly has a wet wipe? Actually the murder van probably has bleach to clean up evidence, maybe he can just dip his face in there for like a minute.)

“Don’t use a plan where you martyr yourself. I already have to deal with Neil’s bullshit tendencies.” Andrew says instead of thanking him. “You should have just called me.” He says.

FF just holds up his phone, “Dropped into a club toilet. Completely unusable.” He says and yeah that makes sense. FF would have probably just texted Andrew but coming out and seeing a hitman going after Nicky probably made it impossible for the freshman to go get help without drawing all the attention to himself first if he wanted to make sure Nicky stayed safe.

Still.

“You dropped it into a toilet? You haven’t even had anything tonight.” He says because that clumsiness is not something he expects from FF.

“You try taking a pee next to someone on the FBI’s most wanted list and see how dry your palms remain when he’s talking about grabbing one of Captain Neil’s friends to lure him out.” He says with a brow raised.

That’s fair.

He figures that Romero hadn’t even noticed FF standing there. FF was incredibly good at just making himself unnoticeable (to Andrew’s occasional great annoyance and to Kevin’s great desire to study him for Exy related purposes).

“You recognized him?” He asks.

FF’s gaze slides to him, “I looked up a lot about the Foxes after I signed.” FF answers before his gaze slides back to the door. Roland had just texted Andrew that he’s getting Romero’s drinks ready (Two bud lites. Those are the celebratory drinks he waited for?? Embarrassing.) “I really looked up to Captain Neil. So, I read a lot more about him than anyone else.” FF admits but the fact that FF looked up to Neil was not in any way shape or form a secret.

FF was the only one who was ALWAYS paying attention to whatever Neil was saying and never argued with it. Even Andrew tended to just get lost in the sound of Neil’s voice when he’s going over Exy plays and not actually listen to the plan. FF’s eyes were always right on Neil and his actions on the court showed that he had been paying attention and knew what he was doing. Kevin also listened but he tended to fight Neil on the finer details of plays, strategy or anything else. FF was the one who would just nod and do his part in whatever possible play Neil had broken down for them.

FF was also categorically incapable of referring to Neil as anything other than Captain Neil.

Neil had bristled early on at it. He had thought it was a mocking title, something FF was saying to rile him up because that’s what Freshman Foxes did. That’s what Freshman Foxes always do. FF slid into the team without a whisper of rebellion and it hadn’t taken long to realize that FF was using the title with sincerity even if his monotone did not perfectly convey that.

It’d been that sincerity and that ease that had FF be the only option he’d considered when Bee said he should consider expanding his friend pool.

So if FF looked a little deeper into Neil’s past and sees Neil’s part in it as something to respect, something to admire?

Well, he personally thought he always had great taste in people. (He ignores the voice in his head that sounds like Nicky complaining about Kevin still not knowing German despite it being the family language.)

“You sure you don’t want one of my knives or the knife Jackson had?” It was pretty big and Andrew didn’t think it would work well with his general style but maybe FF could use it somehow. He was uneasy that FF was going into this fight unarmed. FF still hadn’t talked about how he’d taken out Jackson when the man had a knife like that.

“Do I look like Crocodile Dundee to you?” FF asks with a raised eyebrow and Andrew has to pause a moment for the movie to load into his brain before he offers an amused quirk of his own lips.

FF is a funny guy.

His phone dings. “He’s on his way.”

***

Aside from thinking about how nice the conversation he was having with his friend Andrew (his friend! His friend Andrew! God how is he going to admit to Gran that Andrew was never planning on stabbing him? She threatened to come over and square off with the ‘mean young man’ bullying him. He’s gotta go grab the makings for a secondary pie to even start to make up for this. Maybe Andrew would prefer a cobbler? He should ask his friend his preferences.) he was thinking about how he really wished they hadn’t had a cut away from Gracie Hart showing all the various forms of self defense she knows in the movie.

He had no idea if he could do a repeat performance of S.I.N.G. with Romero.

It’d be nice to have a few more things in his repertoire because all he has is striking Romero with the heel of his hand in the nose, getting grabbed from behind to throw him over his shoulder (which what if Romero is shorter than him? How will THAT work. Gracie Hart guide my steps!), and of course S.I.N.G.

If he survives this he might write a letter to the writer.

The door opens and honestly FF and Andrew agreed that surprise and speed were going to be their best weapons. The two of them go in for a full body tackle but Romero must just be a higher class goon than Jackson was since he manages to body them away. The door shuts which is mostly what they wanted anyways. Romero can’t go back in and grab someone to use as a shield.

He sees Andrew pull out his knives and now FF realizes that any level of threatening Andrew had done before must have mostly been in jest or just as intimidation. When Andrew wants to stab someone it’s obvious that he’s aiming to stab them.

Romero manages to parry Andrew’s first stab with a move that FF had seen on the ‘how to handle someone coming at you with a knife’ videos. FF sees Romero go in to bash one of the Bud Lite bottles over Andrew’s head so he launches his water bottle at Romero’s hand. The bottle falls and shatters harmlessly on the ground.

He kicks Romero’s other hand since the water bottle bought him time to get close. “You fucking brat!” Romero hisses.

He sees Romero reaching for something at the same time Andrew is going in for the second round of stabbing. Romero dodges out of the way but FF can see what might actually for real be an entire gun concealed in his jacket.

He can see Romero going for it. Sees the same smile on his face he’d seen inside as his hand wraps around the handle.

FF doesn’t think.

FF doesn’t think because if he does he’ll freeze.

So FF acts.

“Gun!” He yells and runs full force tackling Romero as hard as he can but unfortunately he tackles Romero into Andrew.

The three of them grapple on the ground. It’s hard to keep track of what limb is who’s and he’s pretty sure he’s accidentally hit Andrew a few times instead of Romero but he’s also pretty sure that Andrew punched him in the stomach so he thinks they’re equal. Finally FF gets a hand on the gun that Romero had been trying to get the safety off of and he knocks it out of Romero’s hand. “You kids will-“

Romero doesn’t get to say anything else because Andrew manages to land a punch right to his jaw that has Romero go limp under the two of them. They look at one another and Andrew manages to pull the handcuffs they’d purloined out of the Van while they were waiting off of the belt loop they were hooked onto and gets them around Romero’s wrists.

They stare down at the second unconscious man on the FBI’s most wanted list in the alley.

Then they roll off of him and onto their backs. Both of them wheezing from a combination of exertion, adrenaline, and (at least in FF’s case) a fair amount of pain (Christ Andrew packs a PUNCH his stomach is already sensitive. It’s a miracle that punch hadn’t made him puke.)

“That was…so stupid.” Andrew pants.

“Yeah probably.” FF admits.

They lay there for about a minute and FF thinks that maybe someone will need to carry him because his stomach is KILLING HIM with all this.

“Alright let’s-“

Andrew is sitting up and looking at him when he stops talking.

FF doesn’t really know what the issue is but starts to sit up, “Don’t you DARE.” Andrew hisses and FF finds himself being pushed back down to the ground to lay flat. “Don’t move Smith.” He demands and is pulling his phone out of his pocket as he keeps a hand on FF’s shoulder.

FF doesn’t really understand what’s got Andrew so upset all the sudden. “Andrew, what’s-“ he tries to sit up again. Is there a third person and Andrew wants him to keep down? There’s not really cover here they should move towards the dumpster maybe?

“Smith, I told you to not move.” Andrew hisses before whoever he’s calling seems to pick up. “I need police and an ambulance. We’re at Eden’s Twilight in the back alley.” He looks to FF, “What’s your blood type?” He asks.

FF has NO idea.

“I don’t know.” He answers and Andrew makes a disgusted sound. “Andrew, what’s-“

Then he sees it.

He doesn’t quite get how he missed it before now.

“Huh.” He hears himself say.

That’s Andrew’s knife handle sticking out of his stomach.

It appears that Andrew Minyard may have stabbed him in the stomach.

“Well, that’s about what I expected.” He says and lets his head rest against the pavement.

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INFATUATION

A/N: ceorry is finally here with plus size reader!! hope you guys will love it, i really enjoyed writing this and i can't wait to read your thoughts!

WORD COUNT: 13.7k

WARNING: sexual content, struggle with body image

SUMMARY: You're about to start your business as an interior designer. Thanks to your best friend, your first client turns out to be none other than Harry Styles, the insanely handsome and stupidly rich business man.

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“I quit my job.”

The front door shuts closed behind you just as Bianca drops the spoon she was holding into her bowl of ice-cream upon hearing your announcement and before she could even speak up you continue.

“And I think Vincent and I kinda broke up.”

She coughs with wide eyes, placing her bowl to the coffee table as she moves to one side of the couch.

“There’s a lot to unpack there, come on, sit down and tell me about it all!” she urges and sighing you drop your bag by the front door and walk over to her, collapsing onto the couch after what felt like the worst day of your life so far.

You eye the ice-cream Bianca just discarded and you feel like you could inhale it in one go so you point at it turning towards your best friend and flatmate.

“Can I eat that?” you sigh with a frown.

“Uh, sure, go ahead! Seems like you need it more than I do.”

You dig into it right away, drowning everything that happened today in the sweet, creamy, icy dessert. You eat it way too fast so you get an instant brain freeze, but in your current state it’s not even that painful.

“So, what happened?” Bianca asks cautiously.

“Um, well, my boss threw out the window everything I worked on the past month and wanted me to start over so I had enough and quit,” you start with the first part of your announcements.

“It’s kind of good, isn’t it? I mean, you hated working there and you’ve been thinking about leaving for a while.”

“Yeah, but not this abruptly. I knew I wouldn’t work at fucking Ikea forever, but it would have been nice if I had a full plan before quitting.”

Shoving one spoon full of ice-cream after the other into your mouth you try to keep yourself together and not think about how uncertain your life has just become. Everything you had and thought to be stable a few days ago is now gone.

“You’ll figure it out. You can finally start your own business, like you always wanted!” B tries to cheer you up.

“Yeah, I guess,” you shrug, still focusing on the ice-cream.

“I’ll help you, okay? I have some connections, it’ll be fine.”

“Thanks,” you sigh with a weak smile.

“Okay, now onto the next thing, what did that scumbag Vincent do?”

Bianca has never been a big fan of your… who was even Vincent? You never agreed to be boyfriend and girlfriend, just acted like it, but every time you tried to bring it up he just dodged it. And because having someone was more than having no one, you went with it and stayed quiet. But lately things have been rockier and you’ve had enough.

“He… He sent me a text with a picture that was definitely not meant for me.”

“What?” she gasps. “What did he send?”

“A picture of a lingerie set and the text said he can’t wait to see me in it. The set was for a woman who is the size of my arm, B.”

You almost fainted in the kitchen section when you saw it, had to hide behind one of the displays to pull yourself together and not have a meltdown in the middle of Ikea. You had to wait until your lunch break to call him and question what it was about, it turned into a screaming match and at the end he just saved his ass by saying you were never exclusive so it’s not cheating.

Then you told him to go fuck himself and all of his side bitches and ended the call. Two hours later you also quit your job, so it’s a miracle you’re not crying like a baby right now.

“Fucking hell, I always knew he was a pig. But you’re better off without him, he never appreciated you enough.” Bianca circles an arm around your shoulders as she brings you closer to her and you lean into her, spooning the rest of the ice-cream into your mouth.

“I think he always had an issue with my looks,” you mumble.

“Because he is a fucking assturd, that’s his issue,” Bianca scoffs and the way she says assturd always gets to you, so you can’t help, but laugh. “There’s nothing wrong with your looks, you look fucking sexy, don’t let an idiot make you think otherwise.”

“Maybe I should go on a diet again. Last time I lost a few pounds, so…” Placing the empty bowl to the coffee table guilt washes over you for eating the ice-cream.

“Fuck no! There’s no diet in this house!” Bianca protests. “You know what? We’ll go for a pamper day tomorrow and then the day after we’ll start to work on your business. Update your portfolio, I already have a few people in mind who would be open to hiring you.”

“I don’t want to put you into extra work, B. You have enough work at the firm.”

“It’s not work, and you’re not putting me into anything. I offered it so just take it. Alright, now let’s watch a movie to cheer you up and never talk about Ike or Vincent again.”

You know Bianca has connections in circles that fall way out of your league. She’d done all kinds of hostess works during college and she made an advantage out of them for herself, networking and connecting with the right people, building herself relationships in fields you can only dream of stepping foot into. She’s been going to business dinners and high end bars with people that hold the kind of power a normal person can’t even imagine. She has dragged you to some outings as well, mostly where drinking was included and whenever she mentioned the name of the places your eyes fell out of their sockets.

“B, I cannot pay for a night there, I would end up just drinking tap water in the restroom!” you protested, but she just rolled her eyes.

“We are not paying a penny. Everything is covered, we’re gonna be guests!”

And that’s exactly what happened. Your money remained in your purse while the drinks just kept coming and coming. During these occasions you got to see what she’s like around these men. It was always obvious they saw her as just an eye candy and nothing more, a pretty woman they can walk in with and earn jealous glances and they probably never even realized how smart she really is, working at an all women law firm. Whenever business talk started and she could chip in once legal topics were touched, she impressed them all with her knowledge and she knew they would be calling her soon, willing to pay any amount just to have her work with them.

Bianca is naturally confident and the kind of woman every man stares at when she walks into a room. But she never makes other women feel less, what’s more, she can go absolutely feral when someone treats a woman in her presence less just because they don’t find her that pretty or charming.

One time, when you were freshmen in college you were out at a bar near campus. A guy came up to the two of you and very obviously tried to flirt with Bianca, completely ignoring your presence. He didn’t last more than five minutes before she grilled him so badly he walked away without a single word, never even glancing her way for the rest of the night.

So when she told you about this “friend” of hers who might be interested in your work, you knew it would be some prestigious businessman, one of the big fish, but now as you’re nearing the office building that towers above most of the city’s other skyscrapers, you can feel your stomach churning. This is not just a big fish, this might be a whole shark and you might not survive a meeting with him after all.

Walking into the lobby you’re met with a modern design, it’s spacious and minimalistic, but also kind of welcoming, makes you want to linger around longer. You approach the front desk where a woman with a headset smiles at you, her makeup and outfit absolutely spotless and suddenly you feel underdressed compared to her.

“Good morning, how can I help you?” she asks in a nice, warm tone.

“Hi, I-I’m here for an appointment with Mr. Styles?” you tell her, already cursing yourself out for making it sound like a question, as if she knew why you were here.

“May I ask your name, please?” she turns to the computer, her fingers already typing away on the keypad.

“It’s Y/N Y/L/N.”

She hums, her eyes glued to the screen, the smile never leaving her features. A few more clicks and she turns back to you.

“Welcome, Miss Y/L/N. Mr. Styles will see you in a few minutes, would you be so kind and go to the 78th floor? They will be already waiting for you. Elevators are on your right,” she instructs, gesturing towards the three elevators.

“Thank you,” you nod breathing out the words before making your way to the elevators.

People come and go, you’re not the only one waiting at the elevators, but you’re definitely the odd one out. The blue midi dress Bianca urged you to wear is out of your comfort zone and you feel like it’s tighter around your curves than what’s considered classy. You paired it with a white blazer you haven’t worn in ages, but it’s the most business-looking piece you own. The women around you seem to be wearing outfits that cost about three times more than yours, designer purses and ankle-breaking high heels appear to be the normal around here while you’re wearing flats, because you simply don’t put yourself through the torture of forcing your feet into heels.

And the cherry on top? The massive folder you brought your portfolio in is anything but professional with the colorful fruits printed all over it, strawberries, watermelons and cherries are floating around on it. You swore you had a simple black one somewhere in your desk at home, but you failed to actually find it and this one was the only one that wasn’t used to the point that it was threatening to fall apart. You thought you could play it off, but seeing everyone around you know you wish you chose one of the beaten-up folders instead.

On the way up the elevator stops three times before you reach the 78th floor and stepping out you’re immediately met with a woman who could easily be the clone of the one at the front desk downstairs. She is just as spotless and perfect as she was, her smiling lips are painted red and so plump, you wonder if they are even real.

“Welcome, Miss Y/L/N! Mr. Styles will see you in a second, would you like to have a coffee or tea while you wait?” she asks, walking you over to a waiting area with comfortable looking couches and massive paintings on the walls.

“Uh, no thank you, I’m good,” you shoot her a shy smile and she nods before walking back to her desk near the elevators.

Pursing your lips you look around and decide to drop your bag and folder to one of the couches before taking a better look at the paintings. With your arms folded over your chest you squint your eyes looking at the first one, trying to make out what it’s supposed to be picturing.

All of them seem extremely abstract, minimal color schemes to fit the design of the office and while they look sophisticated and expensive, you’re still looking for the meaning behind the patterns. You get so into the decoding that you start tilting your head to the sides, a frown etched over your face and you don’t even realize when someone joins you in your examination.

“I think they look like birds,” a male voice with a heavy British accent speaks up behind you, making you jump, your heart racing in your chest as you turn around with wide eyes and finding yourself facing the most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

He is tall, broad shoulders and a muscular build paired with a charming smile that’s already making it hard for you to think straight. The fitted suit he is wearing must be designer and the massive rings adorning his fingers are also subtle reminders of his wealth. His appearance is oozing confidence and power, there’s no doubt he knows what he is doing and he is good at it too.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckles softly at your reaction. “I’m Harry Styles and you must be Y/N Y/L/N, right?”

Holding out a hand he smiles at you warmly as you slip yours into his, the touch of his palm sending a shiver down your spine. He’s got a firm hold, but not the kind with which someone would try to dominate you. It’s more like a reflection of his strong personality.

“Yes I am. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Styles,” you manage to speak up despite your awe, though your voice sounded thinner and weaker than you intended it to be.

“Please, call me just Harry,” he asks you, his hand letting yours go and you love how his words are dripping from his accent. “Follow me into my office and we can get down to business,” he gestures towards the door and nodding you gather your stuff from the couch, rushing after him while trying to get your thoughts straight so you don’t make a complete fool out of yourself during this meeting.

His office matches the rest of the building, it’s modern and clean in every way, one full wall covered with floor-to-ceiling windows, gifting you with an incredible view of the city.

“Please, take a seat,” he gestures towards the couch and armchairs with a coffee table in the left side of the room instead of approaching his desk. You opt to sit on one end of the couch, not sure where he’ll sit, and after dropping your bag next to you, you place the folder onto the coffee table, trying not to cringe at how ridiculous it looks compared to basically everything in the room.

“Can I offer you a drink?” he asks and you see him standing by what seems like mini bar, it’s got that typical crystal set wit the amber colored liquid in it that very much appears to be whiskey and your eyes involuntarily wander over to the clock on the wall, checking that it’s ten in the morning and he’s offering you alcohol. Harry catches your reaction and lets out a chuckle, opening the built-in mini fridge underneath that’s got all kinds of non-alcoholic drinks as well.

“I know it’s too early for whiskey, I’ve got other choices as well.”

“I’m good, thank you,” you breathe out a chuckle, shaking your head. Nodding he grabs himself a bottle of water and pours some into a glass before walking over to join you, deciding to sit on the other end of the couch.

“Thank you so much for coming in, the last few designers I connected with could only squeeze me in weeks later,” he chuckles and taking a sip from the water he sets the glass down on the table before placing an ankle over his knee, giving you his undivided attention.

“My schedule is not that full at the moment,” you clear your throat and what you meant by that is that you’re free all the time. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Lucky for me, I guess,” he smirks, his eyes wandering over to the folder and you expect him to comment on it, but he just keeps smiling before nodding. “So, where should we start?”

“Um, I brought my portfolio, I know Bianca suggested me without anything to show, so I thought you might want to see some of my works,” you explain, taking the folder from the table and laying it to your lap you open and start roaming through, trying to figure out what to show him first. “I have some digital plans I’ve done and some actual ones that I was able to create. I don’t know how much B told you, but I used to work at Ikea.”

Just as you say it out loud you regret it, your previous job at Ikea does not sound too prestigious and respected, but now you can’t take it back. Clearing your throat you hand him the booklet that has your digital works, seemingly he didn’t have a problem with your slip about Ikea, so you just move on.

“I like to try myself out in different styles, though of course I have favorites.”

Harry starts to flip through the booklet, taking his time examining the pictures in it before glancing up at you for a moment.

“And what are your favorites?”

“I’m… I’m a fan of everything vintage. My taste is more of a maximalist, if we want to categorize it, I like mixing different styles and being creative.”

Interior design is truly your passion. You chose this as your career because it’s the only thing you see yourself doing even decades later and you always wanted a job that was also kind of a hobby as well.

You don’t notice it, but Harry is watching you in awe as you talk so openly about your work. It’s rare he sees someone be so passionate and in love with what brings them money and seeing you be that person is like a breath of fresh air.

“And do you have a favorite project?” he asks and he doesn’t miss the shine in your eyes as you nod with a shy smile and pull out another booklet. You flip through it until you find the section that’s dedicated to your parents’ weekend house you worked on a few years ago. Handing it over to Harry he doesn’t even need to ask you to tell him more about it.

“Growing up we spent almost every summer here. My mother inherited it and my parents decided to renovate it fully a few years ago. I wanted it to keep its charm and all the memories we have, but also get it into shape.”

“Do you have any photos of what it looked like before?” he asks and suddenly you realize it’s something you should have included in the portfolio. Harry catches how your face falls and somehow reads your expression perfectly. “I wasn’t expecting it to be included, don’t worry. I’m just curious about what parts you kept.”

“I have a few on my phone,” you breathe out, pulling your phone out of your bag. Frantically swiping back you find some old photographs from your childhood, you digitized them for your an anniversary gift for your parents last year, now they come in handy.

Without a second thought you scoot closer to him on the couch and show him the screen where you swipe through the handful of photos.

“I convinced my mom to keep the hardwood floors and the wallpapers needed to be changed, but I managed to hunt down the exact same design, so it’s new but also old,” you smile, you’re pretty proud of it, took you weeks to find it and you drove to the next state to get it yourself. “We kept a lot of the furniture in the living room, I just gave them a little makeover and I kept almost everything in the same place as before.”

The pictures also feature you and your brother as kids, as well as your parents’ younger version. Though you’ve changed quite a lot throughout the years, people always tell you how easy it is to recognize you in older photos. Harry notices as well. The last one you’re showing is of the back porch and you’re sitting on the stairs, your hair is a mess and you’re wearing a yellow sundress, one you loved wearing at the time as much as possible. You have an ice-cream in your hand and some of it is smudged around your mouth as you smile at the camera. Faintly, but you remember this day and the moment your mother snapped this particular picture. It was the last day of summer and she tried to get your mood up with the ice-cream so you wouldn’t be too blue about going home in the morning.

“I assume that’s you, right?” Harry asks, pointing at your younger self on the screen.

“Yes,” you let out an airy chuckle.

“The house looked incredible before, but I truly love what you did with it too,” he then continues, switching back to business. “I can see why it’s your favorite project.”

“Thank you,” you reply, your cheeks heating up from the compliment.

The two of you go over some more projects, Harry seems to be interested in anything and everything you say, he is impressed by what you’re showing him and as the minutes go by you slowly loosen up in his presence.

“So, what do you think?” you ask, when you get to the end of your portfolio, booklets and pictures splattered over the coffee table in front of you.

“I love what you showed me and I think that Bianca did not lie when she told me you’re the best I could find,” he smiles at you with that charm you’ve been feeling ever since you laid your eyes on him. “I had plenty of questions, now I assume you might want to ask me a few.”

“Well, B didn’t tell me much about the project you want to work on. Can you tell a bit more about that?”

“Of course. I just bought a new home and learning from my past experience it might be a better idea to furnish it with someone who knows what they’re doing,” he says with a smile that definitely hides a story, but you only have guesses what it meant. “It’s completely bare, I only have a few things I want to bring with me from my current place.”

“Do you have a budget?” you ask, and grabbing your notepad from your bag you start scribbling notes down. Harry smiles as he shakes his head no.

“No budget. Don’t worry about the money.”

Your hand that’s holding the pen stops in motion as you glance up at him, making sure you heard that right before crossing over the word “budget” in your notes.

“I have a few ideas, but I’m open to basically anything and judging from what you showed me, I know I would like anything you come up with,” he smiles. Standing up he walks over to his desk and awakening his laptop he clicks a few times before glancing up at you. “Y/N, if you’re free, I would love to give you the project.”

It surprises you. how fast he decided and didn’t even ask for time to think about it and hear out other designers. He can see the shock on your face and walking back he sits on the couch again.

“I love what you showed me, I can tell you’d take it seriously and put your heart into it. There’s nothing else I need, Y/N. I’ve only met two designers at this point and neither of them caught my attention like you did. I don’t want to waste my and your time. So, if you’re available, I’m open to start whenever you’re free.”

“I uhh–I’m definitely available and I’d be honored to take the project, Mr–erm, Harry.”

“Great, then I’ll handle the documentation, if you’re fine with that and we can meet for a more in-depth meeting, I assume you have more questions for me.”

“Yeah, I do. And it’s perfectly fine by me.”

“Amazing. As much as I would love to stretch this meeting longer, I have a call in a few minutes, I’m very sorry. But my assistant will get in contact with you about the rest.”

Nodding you quickly gather your portfolio and stuff it back into the folder in a frenzy, not wanting to make Harry late in any way, though he doesn’t seem to be in a rush. As you stand you hold the folder to your chest and follow Harry towards the door.

“Thank you so much for your time, it was a pleasure and I can’t wait to see you again,” he smiles at you as he opens the door for you and walks you out to the elevators. “If I’m correct you live with Bianca, right?”

“Yes, we share an apartment,” you nod.

“Well, when you get home and meet her, please thank her for bringing us together. It’s not the first time she helped me out and she always has a solution for me.”

“She is just that good,” you chuckle in agreement. The elevator arrives and the doors slide open.

“Thank you again, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.” Reaching into his suit jacket’s inner pocket he pulls out a business card and hands it over to you. “Call me if you have any questions, anytime.”

“Thank you,” you nod, slipping the card into your bag.

“Have a nice day, Y/N,” he calls after you as you walk into the elevator and turning around you face him one last time.

“You too, Harry,” you breathe out as the doors close and you’re taken down.

When Harry said you’d meet soon to go over your further questions you imagined that you’d have to come into his office again. Yet, now you’re just about to meet him at his current place, it’s six in the evening, definitely after business hours, so you’re a bit thrown off by it.

His current home is not far from the office building and of course, it’s just as luxurious as you expected and you can only imagine where he is moving from here.

The doorman greets you with a bright smile and when you say you’re here to see Harry, he doesn’t question who you are, just walks you over to the elevators and pushes the button for the 45th floor. Harry must have told him he was expecting a guest and for some reason it fills you with excitement, just the thought of Harry talking about you.

The elevator takes you up so fast, it’s like you teleported to his floor and when the doors slide open you’re met with a hall with two doors. Just as you step out the door on the right opens and Harry appears, no suit, just a pair of simple jeans and a black t-shirt that bares his tattooed arm you couldn’t see last time. It’s like a whole different version of him, but the warm smile he flashes you ensures he is the same man you met a few days ago.

“Y/N, hi! Come on in!” he invites you inside, holding the door open.

“Hi, thank you,” you return the smile and walking past him, you enter his private space.

It’s a modern looking, spacious apartment with a similarly amazing view of the city as his office, lots of big windows, a simple, but luxurious looking interior design, and it makes you think about what he said about his current place and how it was furnished and designed.

“Thank you for being so flexible about the time, I just simply could not fit in another meeting during the day and since I thought you might want to see the things I want to bring with myself, this seemed to be the best solution,” he explains as the two of you walk further into the apartment. It’s spotless and tidy, he definitely keeps his home organized, or has someone to do it for him. “Do you want a drink maybe? It’s after business hours, so it could be alcoholic, right?” he chuckles and you follow him into the open concept kitchen.

“Just maybe a water, please,” you smile. It’s not that you don’t drink, you just don’t trust yourself when drinking, especially around Harry.

“Alright, a water coming right away,” he nods, smirking as he opens the massive fridge. “Could you find a parking spot somewhere near? I forgot to tell you to use the garage, I have a few extra spots.”

“Oh, I don’t have a car,” you tell him and he gives you a surprised look. “I usually take the subway.”

“You’re not planning to go home by that as well, right? It’s gonna be dark out there.”

“I don’t have many other choices, I can’t really finance a cab drive every time I need to be somewhere.”

He grabs a bottled water and just nods to himself, though you can see the gears turning in his head. He pours some water into a glass and hands it to you, before suggesting to take a seat in the living room.

“Is this the interior design you did?” you ask, taking a look around. It’s not what you think would suit him, but it’s not as bad as he made it appear to be.

“Oh, no. It’s… I shared this place with my ex-girlfriend,” he tells you and your ears perk up at the personal detail he just shared.

“Ah, I see,” you hum, taking a sip from your water, pretending not to be dying to know more about him.

“The design was redone by her, so it’s all her style. We broke up a few months ago and neither of us wants to stay here. She moved out already and I’m staying just until the new place is being finished.”

“You didn’t have a saying in the design?”

“Not really. I mostly didn’t have the time to care about it and she willingly took the project into her hands. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately I don’t have any photos of the before,” he adds with a cheeky smile.

Following some chit-chatting you get down to business. You have tons of questions for Harry and he answers them all willingly. He also shows you the floorplan of the new place, arranging another meeting already so you can check it out in real life.

Hours pass by and the picture gets clearer with each crumb of information you learn about him. The project now definitely has some stronger points you can lean onto when you’ll build up the whole plan. Time flies and the next time you look at your phone to check how long you can stay without feeling like you overstayed your welcome, you realize it’s past eleven.

“Oh God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you for this long,” you snap out of your comfort.

“You did not bother, it didn’t even feel like work,” he chuckles.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you smile sheepishly as you start packing your stuff. “Can I use the restroom before I leave?”

“Of course. First door on the right down the hallway,” he instructs you.

Quickly finishing your business you take a moment to smooth out the wrinkles on your clothes and fix your hair before walking back out. Harry is now standing with his phone in hands, smiling when he looks up at you.

“Alright, I’ll head out then,” you exhale, grabbing your stuff from the couch.

“I ordered you a car already.”

“What?” you ask with wide eyes.

“I can’t just let you go home alone so late. Please, I insist!”

“Harry, you don’t have to–”

“Yeah, but I certainly want to. It’ll be here in a few minutes, I’ll walk you down.”

“Okay,” you nod, accepting defeat as the two of you walk out to the elevators. “At least let me pay for the ride.”

“Absolutely no way.”

The way he said that leaves no place for protesting so you keep your mouth shut and just go with it.

“I can’t wait to see what you come up with, Y/N. First amount will be forwarded to you by the end of the week, okay?” he says as the two of you arrive at the downstairs lobby of the building.

“Oh, yeah, that’s perfectly fine,” you nod. The amount Harry insisted on paying you when you negotiated the costs earlier is about three times of what you originally thought about and he didn’t budge when you offered to lower it. He said your time and knowledge are worth this money and he would feel bad if he didn’t pay the right amount.

He also told you the first third of the payment would be completed by the end of the week when you sign the papers and it seems like he’ll definitely keep his word.

A car parks down right in front of the building as you step outside, Harry opening the door for you like a true gentleman.

“Thank you for everything, Y/N. Have a great night and I’ll see you soon,” he smiles as you’re about to get into the car.

“Thank you too. See you soon,” you nod with a shy smile. He shuts the door when you’re inside and he waves after you once the driver starts driving to the address you just told him.

Over the course of the next week you spend every waking moment working on this project. Your room turns into a full time office as well as 80% of the dining table. The remaining space is just enough so Bianca can eat her breakfast in the morning while you’re already working before she even leaves.

You want everything to be perfect, down to the smallest bit. The trust Harry has placed in you is something you simply can’t afford to waste, this is the base of your business. If he likes your work he might recommend you to some of his friends or partners and you can build a clientele then.

You’re more nervous when you present your plan to Harry than you were at your last college exam. You made a board, several digital designs, floorplans and basically anything that could help him visualize what you had in mind.

He loves it. All of it.

When you ask him if there’s anything he would want to change he can’t bring a thing up.

“I’m blown away, Y/N. It’s perfect, really,” he tells you and it feels like every weight you’ve been carrying on your shoulders is now lifted and you can finally breathe.

So then starts the actual, physical work.

Harry is willing to pay any amount to get things done as fast as possible, so you get him the best team to do the needed construction work in his new penthouse. In just a couple of days you get the base of the home to the level where you can start with the designing as well.

It’s a Friday evening when you’re still at the penthouse, working on arranging some decoration on the massive built-in shelves in the living room, the workers have already finished for the day so it’s just you in your yoga pants and an oversized shirt that’s one of your most comfortable ones, definitely not an outfit you’d normally meet with anyone besides Bianca, probably.

So when you hear the elevator doors open, signaling that someone has arrived, you jump in surprise. With a vase in one hand and your printed digital design of the shelving in the other you watch Harry walk in, carrying a takeout bag along with his laptop bag.

“Sorry to drop by unannounced, but I was in the neighborhood and thought I would check out how things are going,” he smiles as you put the vase down and shove the print back into the stack on the coffee table that arrived just earlier that day.

“It’s your house, you can come and go whenever you want,” you tell him, wiping your palms into your pants as he walks up to you. He must have come from work, he’s wearing his usual fitted suit in royal blue this time, and he looks ridiculously good, as always. You kind of want to dig yourself a hole, looking like this next to him, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him at all as he places the bag to the coffee table, looking around with an excited smirk adorning his handsome features.

“I could give you a tour,” you offer, folding your arms over your chest.

“Do you want me to see it half-done?”

“Well… my original plan was to show it to you when it’s fully done,” you admit and that’s all he needed.

“Alright, then I’ll just stay right here. I brought food, have you eaten?”

“Uh, I had a sandwich in the afternoon…”

“Then I’ll take it as a no,” he smiles, moving over to the massive couch that’s already put together in the living room area, luckily.

“Harry, there’s no need–” you try to protest, but as always, he cuts you off again.

“No need, but I want to. Come on, I haven’t been able to consult with you properly all week, so we can catch up.”

He brought some Italian, and it seems like he was expecting to find you here, because he brought food enough for two people. Since there aren’t any plates or cutlery yet, you eat straight from the box with the wooden forks the restaurant packed for the order.

“You’re working extremely fast, Y/N. I’m surprised I’m seeing this much progress to be honest,” he comments, digging into his pasta.

“You said you want it done as soon as possible,” you shrug.

“When do you think you’ll be done with everything?”

Taking a deep breath you look around as you go over everything that needs to be finished. There’s not much left, but some of the furniture will be delivered only next week, so you have to wait for those.

“I would say… next weekend.” Harry’s eyebrows rise at your estimation and then it’s followed by a nod of appreciation.

“Y/N, you impress me every day. But I don’t want you to overwork yourself, it’s past eight in the evening and you’re still here. No one is expecting you to be home on time?”

“Only Bianca,” you admit with a chuckle. “But she is a workaholic too, so she might not even notice my absence.”

“Just your roommate? No dates?” You can’t help but scoff at his question.

“Exactly. No dates.”

Ever since you parted ways with Vincent you haven’t been in the mood to think about getting yourself out to the dating field and then you didn’t even have time to think about it, putting every free hour of your life into this project.

“That sounded like you had some not too pleasant experiences,” he hums, peeking at you curiously.

“Let’s just say, that a certain guy ruined my willingness to enter the dating scene again for a while.”

“Well, I apologize in the name of every male, then,” he says, hoping to earn at least a tiny smile, and it happens, so he feels like he succeeded. “So, I never asked how you know Bianca.”

“We went to the same high school. She somehow befriended me, don’t ask me how it happened and then we ended up going to the same college, moved in together and we haven’t been able to let go of each other since then.”

“So you have quite the history together, huh?”

“I guess you could say that,” you nod with a chuckle. “How about you?”

“How do I know Bianca?”

“Yeah.”

You never asked her this detail, but now you definitely want to know if they have hooked up before, because then you’ll force yourself to never even think about Harry outside of business thoughts. You respect the Girl Code.

“We met at a conference about two years ago. Somehow got into a conversation and I was in need of some legal help around that time, so she recommended me her boss. We kept in touch, I often go to their firm when I need the help of some outsiders, since I have my own legal team at the company, but it’s nice to get some fresh people involved in some projects.”

“Ah, I see,” you nod, processing the information.

“Not what you expected to hear?” he asks with a smirk as he tilts his head.

“Well, it’s just that some of B’s connections… she tends to make them in unorthodox ways,” you try to explain, in no way meaning to judge your friend.

“We never hooked up, if that’s what you meant by that,” he chuckles and heat crawls up your neck to your cheeks and ears. “We’re strictly friends, sometimes business partners. That’s it.”

“Alright, I have no judgment at all.”

He smiles before returning his attention to his food. You eat in silence for a while before he breaks it next.

“So, do you have a next project after this one?”

“Erm, no, not really,” you admit. You feel like you can be honest with him at this point and drop the professional act. “You are actually my first client, so I’m not quite popular just yet.”

“I’m your first client?” he asks with genuine shock on his face.

“Yeah, I recently quit my job at Ikea. I was a designer for the displays, you know, those fake rooms and little apartments you see on the first floor.”

“You worked on those? You designed them?”

“Yes,” you nod with a soft chuckle. “But I knew I didn’t want to do it for too long and then I had an argument with my boss and got fed up so I quit before coming up with a plan. Bianca said she’d help me out and that’s when you came into the picture.”

“I wouldn’t have thought you just started it. You work so fast and efficiently, I mean it’s obvious you haven’t been doing this for a decade, but you didn’t come off as a rookie.”

This is the best compliment he could give you. You feared possible clients wouldn’t take you seriously because you were just starting the business, but if Harry thought that upon meeting you, it seems like you had nothing to worry about.

“So, no next project then?”

“Not yet,” you shake your head.

“Well… I have news for you then.”

Your eyes widen as you look up at him, a cheeky grin stretched across his face as he places his food box down to the table to give you his undivided attention, so you do the same, unsure what he’s about to tell you.

“If you agree to do it, I want you to design the new office we’re opening soon for the marketing department. They are moving into a separate building, because we plan to eventually turn it into an independent agency, and I have discussed it with the board and we would love to give the project to you.”

“What?!” you breathe out in disbelief. “I-I don’t—that’s… Harry, you don’t have to do it just because I don’t have anything else after this.”

“Up until a minute ago I didn’t know that,” he points out with a warm smile. “And I actually had no power over the decision. I presented your portfolio along with two others I chose, no names, no nothing, they just voted on which one they liked the best. Yours won.”

You stare back at him, total loss of words as you wrap your head around the news you just received. Doing the penthouse was already a good start, but designing a whole office building would skyrocket you into more and more projects, there’s no doubt. And you didn’t even have to ask for Harry’s help, he did it voluntarily.

Touched by the gesture, you can’t stop yourself before you throw your arms around him and hug him tight. Your reaction surprises him at first, but a moment later he wraps his arms around you as well, pulling you close to him.

Then you realize that it might have crossed a line, so you pull back, clearing your throat.

“Sorry… I just… thank you, Harry. Really,” you breathe out, fixing yourself up quickly.

“No need to thank me. You’re good at what you do, it’s a fact.”

You stop yourself from thanking him over and over again, but your look says it all. And that’s enough for Harry.

You finish the penthouse in time and have the big reveal just like you planned it. Harry’s jaw is on the floor the whole time you walk him through his new home, showing him every tiny detail you put into the project with him on your mind.

It’s perfect from the bottom to the top and though Harry was already impressed by your work, now he is completely blown and he keeps telling you that as you wrap up the paperwork to end the project, however you both know it’s not the end of your work together, because meetings about the office building are starting next week.

“What are you doing tonight, Y/N?” he asks when you’re just about to leave.

“Uh, probably just gonna watch a movie with Bianca,” you chuckle, shrugging.

“Would you two like to join me and some of my friends for some drinks? I have a table reserved at my favorite place and I would love to thank you for your work here.”

“No need to thank, you already paid for it,” you add chuckling.

“But this deserves more,” he gestures around, his eyes trailing to the massive windows watching over the city, one of your favorite thing about the place, even though you had nothing to do with that. “And Bianca deserves a thank you for recommending you to me too. Please, be my guests for this one night.”

“Okay,” you breathe out, unable to resist his charm. You’re convinced he could make you do anything with just a few looks and a smile.

“Great,” he beams and pulls you into a hug when you reach the elevator. “I’ll text you the details and I’ll see you tonight!”

“Bye, Harry,” you nod as the two of you part and you step into the elevator, staring at each other until the doors slide closed.

Just a couple of hours later you find yourself at a bar you would probably never go to if it was your choice, it’s obviously way too high end to you, but Harry made it clear no one is spending money tonight except him.

Bianca made you wear a dress you’ve been keeping in your closet for probably years. You never felt the confidence to wear it, finding it too revealing for your appearance, but tonight you changed your mind and took the risk.

Walking into the bar you throw one last look at your reflection in the mirrors lining the walls, the dress wraps around your body way tighter than what you’re used to, making it impossible to hide your true figure. For a moment you second guess your choice and contemplate going back home and changing, but it’s too late for that. At least your cleavage looks good, thanks to your best bra you chose to wear for tonight.

Harry spots you from across the place and his lips part as he watches you approach him, barely even noticing Bianca next to you, which is quite a rare occurrence. You’re not typically the one to be in the center of attention, but you definitely are when it comes to Harry.

“Wow, ladies, you both look amazing!” he compliments, kissing Bianca’s cheeks in a friendly manner before he turns to you and pulls you into a hug for your surprise. The way his hand slides over your spine and down to the small of your back makes your knees turn into jelly, but you manage to stay stood.

“Thank you,” you breathe out as you let go of each other. He is wearing another pair of fitted pants and a white shirt without a jacket this time, the first few buttons undone on his shirt, revealing part of his chest and the necklace you’ve caught a glimpse of before.

You join the circle of his friends, everyone seems incredibly friendly and open and you try your best to remember the names. Drinks keep coming whenever you finish one, but you keep it slow and steady, not wanting to make a fool out of yourself. Throughout the night you catch Harry’s eyes lingering on you several times and you just nervously smile at him before averting your gaze.

“Someone is into you,” Bianca teases you leaning closer so only you can hear her words.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you shake your head, taking the straw of your drink into your mouth and sipping on it to keep yourself busy. Why would he be into you when there are several prettier and thinner women around. It’s hard for you to believe that someone would took interest in you when Bianca is sitting right next to you.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, be right back,” you let B know as you stand from the table and head to the restrooms.

When you’re washing your hand, you take a good look at yourself in the mirror. The outfit makes you feel exposed and you can’t help but spot everything you’d want to change on yourself. Think about how much better you’d look in it if you lost a few pounds, if your arms were thinner and your tummy flatter.

You force yourself to stop before you lose all of your confidence, so turning away from your reflection you head out to return to the table and numb your thoughts with the conversation going on and preferably some more drinks.

As you walk past the bar you almost trip and fall when you spot a familiar face sitting on one of the stools. Vincent is nursing a drink just a few feet away from you, but he’s not alone. There’s a tall, thin woman next to him, one hand on the counter, the other one on his thigh, suggestively scratching her nails over the inside of it.

It’s obvious she is either the woman he intended to send the picture to or maybe another hookup he kept while dating you. Your heart drops seeing the way he looks at her, because you never saw a hunger this kind in his eyes when you were with him. He’s almost devouring her with just his looks and it feels like you’re being stabbed in the chest.

You want to leave, from the bar, from the face of Earth before he notices you, but you’re out of luck. Vincent spots you, a surprised look on his face as you look away in an instant and try to escape, only to bump against a hard, muscular chest.

“Everything alright?” Harry’s hand come to your arms to steady you. He saw you look upset and wanted to check in on you, but now as he sees your expression from up close he is even more worried.

“Yeah, I mean no—I just…” you stutter and before you could give him an explanation, Vincent walks up to the two of you.

“Y/N?”

“Fuck,” you mumble before turning to face him. “Vin, hi!”

“I saw you, but thought it’s not quite a place you like to come to, so I wasn’t sure.”

“You’re right, it’s not my usual place, so I guess that’s why you’re here with someone,” you snicker back, surprising not just Vincent, but yourself with the venom your tone carried. Harry doesn’t need more to realize who he is facing right now, the anger crawling up his spine is hard to control as he thinks about what Vincent could possibly do to hurt you.

But he manages to put it aside and out of the blue he takes the lead. He curls an arm around your waist, pulling you to his side as he flashes a sweet, sugarcoated smile at Vincent.

“I think we haven’t had the chance to meet yet. I’m Harry,” he holds out a hand for him and Vincent is seemingly shocked by the scene, his eyes keep snapping to Harry’s hold on your waist.

“Um, Vincent. Are you two together or something?”

You open your mouth, but Harry beats you with the answer.

“Yes. And I’m the luckiest guy in the city she chose me,” he says, eyes meeting yours as the words roll off his tongue. “Seems like you know her well, so then you know she is the absolute best, right?”

There’s something passive aggressive in his tone, something threatening as he stares back at Vincent who for sure can feel how far behind he is compared to Harry.

The woman from the bar walks over to Vincent and wraps around him like a clingy koala bear, eyeing you with a challenging look, she doesn’t even try to introduce herself.

“I’m getting bored, babe,” she whines to Vincent and you can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Not gonna keep you up longer, we have some celebrating to do too,” Harry smiles at them, squeezing you to his side. “It was nice meeting you two, whatever your names are,” he shrugs as he simply pulls you away and your eyes widen at his last comment, but don’t say a word, just walk away with him.

But instead of returning to the table he walks you out to back of the place where people usually disappear to have a smoke. When he finds a peaceful corner, he turns to face you.

“It was him, right?”

“Yes,” you nod, feeling the tears stinging the back of your eyes.

“What did he do exactly?”

“He… He sent me a picture of the lingerie he bought for some other girl, maybe that was her, I don’t know. I just know it wasn’t meant for me, because… Because the sizing definitely couldn’t fit me.”

It feels like you’re dipping yourself in acid, admitting it all to Harry and talking about your insecurities to him. And now that you started, you want to unload more of what you’ve been keeping bottled inside.

“I mean, I would choose her over me too. He would be stupid to settle with me when he can get women like her,” you chuckle bitterly, and it’s the last straw for Harry.

“That’s it, you’re coming home with me, we’re gonna get things straight in that pretty head of yours,” he says and taking your hand he pulls you back inside.

It all happens so fast, Harry tells the rest of the group that the two of you are leaving and before you could even get a word out, you’re sitting in his car, on your way to his place.

When you arrive he helps you out of the car, his hand wrapping around yours and he doesn’t let go as you cross the lobby of the building, marching up to the elevator. The way up to the penthouse is silent, but only verbally. Harry’s hand remains wrapped around yours, his thumb keeps brushing over the back of your hand, squeezing it from time to time. You can’t tell what’s gonna happen now, not after the evening and the shocking turn it took, but you know you wouldn’t be anywhere else now.

The elevator arrives and the doors slide open, Harry’s familiar home welcomes you. The lights are out and you expect him to turn them on, but he just pulls you inside in the dark, towards the windows that are now showing you the incredible night sky of the city. Without a word Harry walks you to the window and then stops, turning you towards the sight, standing behind you.

“Tell me what you see, Y/N,” he then says, his voice coming from right next to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I see the city. The buildings, the lights…” you softly answer, eyes glued to the picture in front of you, while your mind keeps circling back to his close proximity.

“Do you find it beautiful?”

“Yes,” you nod shortly and involuntarily lean back, your backside meeting his chest, but instead of pulling away you stay. What’s more, his hands find your waist, the warm touch of his palms reminding you of what it felt like when he pulled you into his hold when you were talking to Vincent.

“Now take a better look. Do you find anything you don’t like in this sight?”

“Yes,” you answer again.

“Tell me, what are these things?” You feel his nose brushing against your hair and you almost instantly forget his question biting back a moan, his front still pressed against your back.

“I see… I see chimneys and messy rooftops… some graffiti…” It’s hard to focus, but you keep your eyes on the skyline and try to find more things that aren’t that beautiful. “I see into a few messy rooms through the windows…”

“It’s not perfect, right?” he hums, his fingers gently stroking your waist as he talks.

“No,” you shake your head.

“But it’s still beautiful, something you admire and love looking at, right, Y/N?”

As the words roll off his tongue you realize what it’s about, your breath hitching as your heart starts racing. Harry notices the change in you and his hands squeeze your waist to earn your attention back.

“Yes,” you breathe out, barely more than just a whisper.

“Stay right here,” he tells you and a moment later he disappears from behind you, your body instantly aching to feel his closeness again. You hear his footsteps move away from you and a few seconds later he turns all the lights on. The sudden brightness turns the windows into mirrors, the city lights fading as the inside of the penthouse appears in front of you mirrored, along with your standing figure. Your eyes spot Harry walking back to you until he takes his previous spot, but this time he keeps his hands to himself as his gaze catches yours in the mirror.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N. When I look at you, I see the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on and I want you to see this beauty too. Look at yourself,” he tells you and you force your focus to move to yourself. “Do you see things on yourself that you don’t like?”

“Yes,” you answer right away.

“But that doesn’t mean you’re not beautiful. All those things make you who you are and when you see it as a whole, you shouldn’t see them, only the beauty.”

Your lips tremble and tears are dwelling in your eyes. No one has ever said anything like this to you and even if someone did, you wouldn’t have believed. But with Harry, you know he meant every single word. You’ve been battling with your looks for so long, beating yourself up for not being pretty enough, thin enough, attractive enough, making yourself believe that no one would ever look at you like you’ve seen other girls being looked at. The envy, jealousy and hurt you had to deal with your whole life never let you see yourself as Harry made you.

“Hey,” he softly murmurs, turning you around when he sees your teary eyes. He takes your face in his palms, worried he might have said something that hurt you. “Talk to me, did I say something that upset you?”

“No,” you breathe out, your hands coming up to wrap around his wrists as you finally look up into his eyes. “I just… You meant it?”

“All of it,” he answers without hesitation. “Do you want to know what I thought when I first saw you?” he asks with a tiny, cheeky smile as he wipes your tears away with his thumbs, his hands remain holding your face.

“At your office?”

“Yeah. I walked out and you were standing there, staring at the art on the wall, your head tilted as you were trying to make out the painting. You wore that dress and I just took a few moments, staring at you, because I was in awe. I thought… I thought wow! This woman could easily be the end of me and she hasn’t even looked at me!”

You can’t help but laugh at how he recalls his thoughts and the sound of it is making his heart soar.

“That first time, I had to try so hard to stay professional and not make it obvious how attracted I was to you. The way you talked about renovating your parents’ weekend house, I was drinking up every word, you talked so passionately and it just made me fall for you even more.”

“I was so fucking nervous,” you admit, leaning into his touch.

“Yeah?” he chuckles softly. “I made you nervous?” he asks with a hint of pride in his words.

“Of course,” you nod. “I saw you and then… I wanted to be professional so you’d choose me, but I was also very into you at the same time.”

“Really? So you wouldn’t have minded if I flirted with you?”

“No, but I would have probably turned into a giggling little girl,” you admit grinning.

“I’m sure I would have loved it,” he hums and leaning closer he nudges his nose against yours, your whole body buzzing to be touched and worshipped by him or at least you need him to kiss you before you pass out from excitement. “I’m sorry your ex made you upset tonight, it’s not what I planned.”

“He’s not my ex,” you correct him.

“How come?”

“He never wanted to be in a committed relationship with me, I guess I was never good enough for him,” you tell him with a shrug, your hands moving from his wrists to his waist where you fist his shirt, wrinkling the expensive fabric, but you couldn’t care less.

Harry doesn’t like this answer. At all. The thought of you with Vincent was driving him crazy all evening, but now that he knows he treated you like this is just the last straw. Vincent is lucky he is not around, because Harry wouldn’t be able to hold himself back and not punch him in the face.

Growling, he slides his hands from your cheeks to your neck, tilting your head up by the chin with his thumbs so you’re staring right up at him. Your lips part and Harry's eyes are mesmerized by the view of having you like this, in his hold.

“Let me show you what you deserve, baby,” he breathes out before the dam breaks.

Hunger takes over him and he presses his lips against yours as if his life depended on it. His kiss is demanding and heated, but you’re returning it with just as much enthusiasm, the feel of his perfect lips against yours seals the weeks worth of pining that’s behind you. Like two puzzle pieces, you click perfectly and the moan that bubbles from your chest when his tongue pushes past your lips destroys the last bits of Harry’s self-control.

His hands move from your neck, fingers brushing against the swell of your breasts before they reach your waist and dig into the soft flesh, pulling you flush against him while he keeps kissing you, claiming your lips as his.

One hand remains on your waist, while the other moves to your ass and he wastes no time taking a handful of it, squeezing and feeling the curve of it up shamelessly. He loves how it fits perfectly into his palm, it’s so soft and bounces with every movement.

You circle your arms around his waist, nails scratching his back over the fabric of his shirt and you wish there was nothing between your palm and his skin. When his lips move down to your jawline, then your throat, kissing and biting you on their way, he starts walking forward, backing you until your backside hits the cold glass of the window. Gasping your back arches and Harry uses the opportunity to bury his face into your breasts, giving in to the desire he felt every time his eyes wandered down to your cleavage in this dress throughout the night. He’s losing his mind, licking, kissing, biting and sucking your exposed skin wherever he can reach, inhaling your sweet scent that was intoxicating enough when he wasn’t this close to you.

The difference between how Harry is all over you and how Vincent treated you when you were intimate is astronomical. Normally your thoughts would be revolving around everything that could go wrong, how you might be looking, your flaws and imperfections that could ruin the experience, but they are now locked and forgotten in the back of your head.

Harry makes you feel so wanted like no one did before. You see the genuine passion and hunger in his eyes, all of it just for you and for once in your life, you feel confident enough to be fully present in the moment.

His right hand moves to your left thigh and he urges you to lift it up, his hold grabbing the back of your knee as his hips press against yours in a whole new and tighter way now, your soaking wet pussy rubbing against his thigh in this position.

His lips return to yours, kissing you like it’s been decades since the last time you locked lips, it’s impossible to tell where he ends and where you begin. He loves the feel of your breasts and tummy pressed against him, the way you’re involuntarily rolling your hips to create some friction for your pleasure, how you keep moaning when his hands touch you in a new area. He is convinced he is losing his mind, but if this is the way his life ends, then he’ll go as a happy man.

“You’re fucking perfect, Y/N. Inside and out. Let me show you just how much I love this body of yours! Let me show you your worth!” he begs, his words muffled against your lips, but you understand every single one and they make your core throb even more.

“Please!” is all you manage to get out, your own desires taking control over your mind and body.

Harry wastes no time. Pulling back he moves you away from the window just enough so he can reach the zipper of your dress at the back, the fabric instantly loosening around your form before falling to the floor. He steps back, his eyes roaming your body and you’ve never felt more exposed and vulnerable, people you’ve been with usually didn’t take the time to even take a good look at you and you got used to the rush that usually comes with sex. But Harry is different.

As his eyes return to your gaze you see the adoration and awe in them, you could get addicted to the way he looks at you and then he takes it even further.

He drops to his knees, his hands grabbing onto your ass again as he starts to kiss every inch of your exposed thighs, devouring you completely and shamelessly.

“Harry!” you moan, when his head pushes between your legs and he kisses your clothes pussy over the fabric of your underwear, one hand grabbing onto his unruly curls, the other one slapping against the glass to find leverage and balance.

“I want to taste you, Y/N, can I? I want you to come with my head between your thighs,” he growls, looking up at you with begging eyes and you can only nod.

Needing nothing more, he pulls back just enough so he can pull your underwear off of you, making you stand against the glass almost completely naked, your bare ass facing the city as Harry moves back, helping you place your left leg over his shoulder so he has better access to you.

The moment his mouth comes in contact with your throbbing pussy, he moans as if he was eating the best meal he has ever tasted. He licks through between your lips until turning his attention to your sensitive clit, kissing and sucking on the bud so perfectly, you start to think it’s not his first time pleasing you.

“Oh my God, right there!” you gasp out when he finds a spot that sends jolts of pleasure through your body and he loves how vocal you are, telling him exactly what he’s doing right.

When he replaces his tongue with his fingers and moves a bit further, you already know you won’t last too long. It’s been building up inside you for so long and having him like this, on his knees, face buried in your pussy, it sends you over the edge way faster than anything else ever could.

His tongue pushes into you just as his fingers move exactly how you like to be played with and your head falls back against the glass, his name rolling off your tongue over and over again as your orgasm washes over you just a couple of moments later. He doesn’t slow down, keeps going with the same movements with his eyes glued to your blissful expression, helping you ride out your orgasm to the fullest.

When you come down, he presses a kiss to the inside of each of your thighs before standing up and he keeps eye contact while licking his fingers and smirks at you. Just the sight of this scene turns you on again and you can’t believe he got you to want to go for more so fast.

“You think you can take more, baby? Because I’m not done with you just yet,” he murmurs, kissing you in a slower and softer manner than before.

“Yes, but it’s your turn now,” you answer, a bit out of breath, a lazy smile tugging on your swollen lips. Harry exhales sharply through his nose before diving in for another kiss.

You pull away from the window and without breaking the kiss, you unbutton his shirt until you can tug it off of him, revealing his bare, tattooed upper body that looks just as mouthwatering as you imagined before. Now it’s your turn to ogle him and he is seemingly enjoying the attention you’re giving him. With some delicate touches you run your fingers over some of the designs on his chest and then the butterfly on his stomach before leaning in and kissing him everywhere your fingers danced over his skin. When your lips brush over the necklace you’ve eyed before, you take the cross pendant between your teeth and gently tug on it, keeping eye contact with him and you see his eyes darken at the sight alone.

You let go of the pendant and lean in for a kiss while your hands work on the button and zipper of his pants. During the process you can’t help but palm his bulging erection through his pants, a desperate moan from him melting against your lips.

And now it’s your turn to get on your knees.

You have no idea if you can be seen from outside, if someone is now watching you kneel in front of him as you take his cock out, but at this point, you don’t care. It seems as if he is even into being seen, that he’s enjoying the possibility of someone witnessing the passionate scene blossoming between the two of you.

Well, if someone is watching you, they are in for a show for sure. As Harry’s pants and underwear pool around his ankles you take his hard cock in your hand before licking a long stripe up from the base to the top, taking the head between your lips as you suck on it gently, teasing him a bit.

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N, you have no idea how perfect you look with your lips wrapped around my dick,” he grunts, one hand cupping the back of your head, gently pushing it as you take about half of his cock into your mouth.

He’s massive, but you’re determined to please him just as good as he did with you. You start bobbing your head, focusing to keep your gag reflex under control, taking more and more of him with each movement. One hand is wrapped around his base, covering the inches you can’t fit into your mouth, while the other one comes up to play with his balls, hoping to push him towards the edge fast and hard.

“You’re taking me so well, baby, just like that!” he moans when you can almost fit his whole length and when you pull back you take a deep breath and going in again you deepthroat him fully, keeping him down for as long as you possibly can, the muscles of his thighs jump and flex and you feel like he’s close so you pick up your pace and start sucking him even harder than before.

“Oh my God!” he grunts, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and about a moment later he comes right into your mouth, hot spurts of cum hitting the back of your throat and he realizes he didn’t even ask if you were alright with him finishing in your mouth. “Y/N, you don’t have to–” he starts, but as you pull back with a pop you just place a hand to his hip shaking your head before swallowing every drop.

He helps you up from the floor, your knees are aching already, but it all vanishes into nothing when he kisses you with so much gratitude and passion that it makes your toes curl.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs against your lips. “Fucking incredible.”

He is not bothered that he is fully and you’re almost fully naked. standing in front of the windows, all he cares about is you.

“Let’s move to the bedroom,” he suggests and taking your hand he pulls you down the hallway on your right, straight towards the master bedroom. When you were designing it, you felt like an outsider, as if you weren’t supposed to be there, at the place where Harry will spend some of his most intimate moments.

Now you’re part of those moments.

He pulls you in for more kisses as you walk into the room, backing you towards the bed while his hand slyly works on the clasp of your bra, the last remaining clothing item you’re wearing. The straps loosen on your shoulders and he frees from the garment in one swift motion, baring you fully to his greedy eyes.

Being seen fully naked has been one of your biggest insecurities. All the extra weight, the rolls, the dips, your tummy, your not at all toned arms and legs and your breasts that are not quite as perky as you’d like them, they all worried you before when the clothes came off of you.

But not this time, not with Harry looking at you like a deadly predator, ready to devour you completely.

“Lay down for me, Y/N,” he tells you and you obey him with no hesitation as you climb onto the bed and lie down, eyes glued to his tall frame at the end of the bed. He stands there in his naked glory, one hand wrapped around his cock that’s hard again already and he takes his sweet time looking at you before deciding to join you.

He climbs over you until he frames your head with his arms, lips capturing yours in a deep, needy kiss, his cock pressing against your thigh as his hips sink down. You’re desperate for him, to have him fill you up entirely, but he has other plans before that could happen.

His lips travel down to your chest, sloppy kisses placed on your heated skin wherever he can reach you, then he takes your hardened nipple between his teeth and tugs on it gently, with just enough hardness to make you moan in pleasure, your back arching at the rush of sensation it sends down your spine.

“Your moans are like honey, so sweet and keeps me stuck to you.”

He moves down your body, one kiss after the other, all over your stomach, your stretch marks around your hips and then on the insides of your thighs. Sitting back to his heels then he pushes your knees apart, spreading you open entirely, his gaze practically burning over your naked body.

“I love the art you hung up above the bed,” he starts nodding towards the painting you chose to decorate the wall above his bed, “but I might change it to a picture of you, spread out like this. It’s fucking gorgeous, Y/N.”

“No picture, but you can see it anytime you want,” you manage to speak up through your rigged breathing.

Harry grunts in approval at your words before climbing on top of you again, his lips smashing against yours as the tip of his cock nudges at your sensitive clit.

“Harry, please!” you beg against his mouth and he almost comes just from hearing it.

“Condom?” he questions, already reaching to the side, but you pull his hand back shaking your head.

“I’m on the pill, I want to feel you. I want to feel you raw.”

“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me,” he growls before moving a hand between your legs, teasing you a bit with his fingers to make sure you’re ready to take him.

Then he wraps his palm around his base and slowly pushes into you, inch by inch, filling you up as total bliss washes over the both of you. When his full length is inside, he stop for a few seconds, waits for you to get adjusted to his size and also to pull himself together and not come right away like a teenager at his first time. When he feels like it’s safe, he slowly starts moving, in and out, gliding so nicely as he starts to pick up his pace until he finds the perfect rhythm.

Your hands are groping at his back, nails sinking into the massive muscles and you’re definitely not holding back your moans every time he hits that one spot that makes you see stars.

“I want to see you on top, baby,” he tells you, his lips smeared over yours messily.

“Okay,” you breathe out and the next thing you know is that he turns the two of you over, you settle on his lap, thighs locking on each side of his hips.

Being on top is usually not your favorite thing to do, it puts you in the focus way too much, but when you see the way Harry looks at you, his hands grabbing onto your hips, you get just the right amount of confidence boost to go for it.

“How do you like it?” you ask, eager to please him.

“Do whatever feels good for you and I assure you I’ll like it, baby. Use me however you want.”

Whimpering you start rolling your hips, hands on his toned abs to keep your balance and judging from the deep, guttural moan that leaves his lips, it’s pretty obvious he does enjoy it. Doing as he told, you just keep moving in ways that make you feel the best, enjoying having control over a man like Harry, though you don’t last too long on energy, your previous orgasm has worn you out and you can’t keep up with the pace you want to go in.

“Hold onto the bedframe, baby, I’ll take the lead,” he tells you and nodding you lean forward, grabbing onto the frame, your chest right above his face, granting him an amazing view of your breasts as he strengthens his hold on your hips and starts fucking up into you.

It’s wild, it’s raw and so fucking mind-blowing, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you scream from the sensation, your orgasm rapidly nearing now.

“Come on, Y/N, cum on my cock! Let me feel your grip!” he pants, obviously close as well and all you can do is keep screaming his name until you finally break.

You come so hard, your breath gets pushed out of your lungs from the impact of your pleasure washing over you. Your walls clench around Harry’s cock and he feels you pulse around him, that’s what pushes him over the edge too. Falling out of his rhythm he thrusts up into you a few more times, hard and long, his chest heaving as you let go of the bedframe and collapse on top of him.

His arms wrap around you in an instant and he rolls you onto the mattress, pulling out of you slowly, though you still grunt in disapproval.

“I know baby, I’m sorry,” he hums, kissing your lips gently before falling to his side next to you, his hand cupping your cheek as he caresses it gently.

You stay like that for a while, completely worn out, but equally satisfied until Harry gets up and suggests to take a shower before you fall asleep. Unwillingly, but you follow him to his bathroom where the two of you share a steamy, relaxing shower in the massive walk-in shower you never knew you’d use when you chose. It’s all about soft kisses, tender touches and so much intimacy in such a normal, everyday task.

When you’re fresh and clean you both fall back into bed, Harry pulls you into his embrace and becomes the big spoon, his body melting against yours from behind. His hand is on your stomach and without even noticing, you suck it in to make it appear flatter, but he hums in disapproval.

“Just relax, baby. Nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of,” he tells you, pressing a chaste kiss to your shoulder as you loosen up your tensed muscles. “There you go.”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“No worries. Now get some sleep, because I intend to get between those gorgeous thighs of yours in the morning first thing after I wake up,” he warns you, his spicy promise bringing you the sweetest of dreams.

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Description: your childhood best friend, bob, is getting really sick of the men you date

Content: being cheated on, mentions of the bird strike, mentions of alcohol, going through a man’s phone, little woman quotes, thinking no one will ever love you like you deserve, little bobby being hurt for like 3 minutes but i fix it, childhood best friends to lovers

Word Count: 2.8k

I wrote this for @jostystyles playlist writing challenge and it was supposed to be posted like 3 weeks ago but life happens sometimes. I chose the song just saying but specifically the lyric "he says he loves you but it's all an act". This also wasn't beta'd so any mistakes are mine and you should just ignore them.

“He just gives me a weird feeling, okay?” Bob said once again, earning an eye roll from you as you walked from the bathroom to your closet.

“Bob,” you started, causing him to look up at you, “I’m not having this conversation again.”

He let out a huff of annoyance and crossed his arms like he used when you’d fight as children. After two decades of being Bob’s best friend, he’s never really changed his habits or learned to let you make your own mistakes. Despite what everyone may think looking at your career paths, a wizzo for the navy and a freelance writer, he was the more reserved and anxious one in the friendship. Even as kids, he would be the one to ask if something was a good idea and as teenagers he would always scold you for making bad choices. It was one of the things that made your friendship work so well.

“Whatever,” he replied flatly, standing up from where he was sitting on your bed, “I have to meet Phoenix for lunch, be safe tonight.”

You gave him a small smile and mumbled out an “I will” as he turned to walk out your front door, leaving you alone with your thoughts. He was your best friend but he drove you insane with how critical he was of the guys you went out with. Bob has always found something wrong or suspicious with each of the guys you’ve dated; Jason made you cry too much, Ethan was too flirty, Zach was too old and so on and so forth. Maybe he ended up being right about every single one of them but Carter was different, seriously. He had a stable job at his Dad’s company, took you to nice dinners and the sex wasn’t bad. Despite all these facts, Bob didn’t like him. All it took was one dinner with him and Bob called you on the way home to tell you everything he thought was wrong. It didn’t matter, Bob wasn’t the boss of you and didn’t get to have a say in who you dated, even if it started fights between the two of you.

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A few hours had passed since Bob left your apartment and the sound of loud banging on the front door pulled you from your research. You closed your laptop screen slightly and walked towards the door, slowly checking the peep hole to see who was waiting on the other side. To your surprise you were met with the sight of Bob, frantically fixing his glasses and trying to catch his breath. He jumped slightly as you opened the front door, letting out a sigh of relief as his eyes met yours.

“Oh thank goodness you haven’t left yet.” He said, pushing past you and turning to face you as he got a few steps into your apartment, “I need to tell you something, it’s really important.”

You’d seen Bob shaken up many times in your life, but this was a whole new level. His hands were shaking, his face was flushed from what you assumed was him running up the multiple flights of stairs and he was pacing back and forth. You watched him for a moment, trying to take in his energy and figure out what could possibly have gotten him so worked up. He stared at you until you motioned him to speak.

“Carter,” he started and you let out a groan of frustration, “No, I’m serious, you need to listen to me. He was at lunch with some girl, she had dark hair and-”

“Jesus Christ,” you cut him off as before verifying the time on your watch, “He was probably getting lunch with a coworker or a business partner.”

“Do you hold hands and pay for business partner’s lunches?” He pushed back as he took a few more steps and began to lean onto the counter. It wasn’t until this moment that you realized how much broader he had gotten on his most recent deployment. You walked to the other side of the island and matched his motion in a sad attempt to stand your ground against him, “He wouldn’t do that to me, he loves me.” You tried, unsure of who you were trying to convince at this point.

“Do you even hear yourself right now? That douchebag has you so wrapped around his fucking finger that you would do anything to defend him, he says he loves you but it’s all an act, he has someone behind your back!” Bob snapped back, his voice suddenly taking up the kitchen. He was never one to raise his voice, especially at a woman and his actions only made you angrier.

“You know what, I know what this is about. You’re jealous,” your voice was laced with venom as you spoke and Bob let out a small laugh, “Yeah, you’re jealous that I’ve found someone I wanna tell everything to and you haven’t. I can’t be that for you forever Bob, it’s time to grow up.”

Bob swore he’d felt his heart break when he had to watch you go to prom with the quarterback or when he couldn’t find Phoenix after their ejection. But this feeling as he watched you walk away from him was worse than heartbreak, this made his stomach turn and he had to fight back the bile rising in his throat. Before you could say anything else, Bob was storming out of your apartment and slamming the door so hard you swore the hinges came off. You and Bob had fought before but never anything like this. You wanted to run after him and tell him you didn’t mean any of it but you couldn’t. Your feet stayed planted in your kitchen, the silence somehow louder than the argument that had just taken place.

As if on cue, your phone began to ring and a picture of Carter from the last date you two had gone on flashed across the screen. For a moment, you debated ignoring it, Bob’s accusations still heavy in the back of your mind. You pushed them back as you answered the call and tried to hide the shake in your voice.

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It’s been nearly a month since your fight with Bob. The two of you had spoken a few times but mainly conversations in passing about your days or if the other was going out that weekend. Bob had tried to make amends a few times but you ignored every attempt, he had no right to step into your relationship and throw accusations like that with not even a grainy picture to back it up. Above all, you were upset that he put such an idea into your mind in the first place. Now you felt like you were putting Carter’s every action under a microscope and looking for a flaw in it, even if you genuinely believed he was innocent.

You cursed Bob again as you tried desperately to see if Carter had left his location turned on. To your dismay, he hadn’t. He was supposed to pick you up for dinner over an hour ago. It wasn’t the first time he was late but it was the first time he didn’t have an excuse. He had a tough job and was usually forced to stay late at the office working on whatever he did all day. It wasn’t that you didn’t care to ask, he just assured you it was complicated and difficult to understand. Usually you’d pace for a little and then clean up a bit so it looked nice when he got here, but not this time. You sat on the couch, your heels ditched as you refreshed his location again.

After a few more moments, you heard the spare key clicking the lock of your front door open and sprang to your feet as he opened the door. He was still in his work suit with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of expensive wine in one hand and take out from your favorite restaurant in the other. You couldn’t help but be slightly disappointed at the canceled plans after the effort you had put in getting ready but you could never turn down a night in, especially after what you assumed was a hard day on his part.

“Woman, my god you look good. If I knew this was what was waiting for me I would have told them to cancel the meeting all together.” He said as you made your way over to him and reached up to kiss his cheek, “Let me grab a quick shower and we can eat, feel free to open that bottle up.”

Usually this action would have warmed your heart but you can’t help but hear Bob’s voice repeating over and over in your mind. You’ve never been the jealous type, if someone wanted to go out and ruin what you had they could go ahead and do it, their loss. However, the sight of his phone sitting on the counter, lost under the flowers caused something to change in your mind. It’s an invasion of privacy absolutely, but what if it just unlocked when you moved it?

A text lighting up his screen pulled you from your thoughts. A picture from someone named Brett flashed across the screen. Against what you were raised to believe was right or wrong, you unlocked it. The picture filled the screen and you saw a t-shirt that you had bought him on someone who was definitely not Brett. She had dark brown hair that fell to one side and the hem was pulled up slightly to reveal black lace. You listened for a second to see if the water was still running before scrolling through more messages. Most of them were plans to meet up at some point but one in particular caught your eye. It was from almost a month ago and he was reassuring her that Bob hadn’t noticed they were at the restaurant. Your stomach turned and you held back a dry heave as you grabbed your phone to take pictures of the messages.

You pushed back your tears as you heard the water turn off and quickly put the phone back to where it was, preparing yourself to watch his every move as you poured a heavy glass of wine. It only took him a moment to appear back in the kitchen, his suit traded for a pair of sweats and you made your way to him, holding your arms out for a hug. He put his arms around you and you could feel his gaze behind you on the counter, frantic eyes hoping to see his phone in the same spot.

“Oh honey, some guy named Brett texted you while you were upstairs.” You said as you pulled away.

He saw him tense for a moment before quickly relaxing in an attempt to not raise suspicions. He made his way towards the cupboard to grab a glass and you continued, “he said he found one of your shirts, I think it was the one I got you from that concert a few months ago.”

The glass slipped from his hands and he turned around quickly, “It’s not what you think.”

You stared blankly at him as you attempted to control your breathing and stay calm. He really thought you were stupid and would believe him.

“Not what I think?” you questioned, your voice cracking at the end, “What it looks like is while I’ve put my dreams on hold to be your housewife in training, you’ve been going out and fucking an intern while I wait at home, hoping you’ll be home before dinner gets cold.”

He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. You spoke up again before he got a chance to reply, “Get out”

His face twisted in confusion, assuming he misheard you, “What did you say?”

“I’m telling you to get out, I want my spare key on the counter now and I’ll leave your stuff at your house later.” You replied, shocked at how much you were able to hide the shakiness of your voice. In the nearly year of dating, you had never talked back to him and the shock on his face told you that no one ever had.

It didn’t take long for the anger and shock to fade into embarrassment. In fact by the time your feet felt the cool bathroom tile, a few tears had begun to fall. The sight of the makeup and outfit you spent too much time on in an attempt to impress Carter only made them fall harder. They weren’t out of sadness for the situation but instead for how you treated Bob when he tried to warn you. You stared at your phone for a moment, debating if it was too late to call him. You decided to give it a try anyways and the sight of Bob’s contact photo caused your heart to break even further as the fear that you might have ruined everything hit you. It was an old photo from college that you took as he subtly flipped you off and you wondered if the two of you could ever go back to how it was then.

He picked up on the second ring and the sound of his slight drawl caused a small smile to appear on your face, “Hello?”

You sniffled deeply and heard rustling coming through the speaker, “Are you okay?”

Before you could reply, you heard Bob’s front door slamming and his shoes hitting the pavement quickly. The call was disconnected as he got into his truck and you were left in silence with your thoughts again. You debated changing but couldn’t convince your body to get up and face yourself in the mirror.

The sound of your front door being opened a few minutes later caused you to lift your head from the bathroom floor, “Carter, I told you-” you started before seeing who had opened the door, “Bob? You came.”

“You called.” He replied, kneeling down next to you and pushing your hair off of your face. You couldn’t imagine how you must have looked, mascara beginning to smear under your eyes, your hair getting caught on your dampened cheeks. Despite this, Bob’s face didn’t falter, he only used his hands to push your hair off your face and his thumbs to wipe your cheeks.

“You were right,” you started as you sat up slightly, your eyes unable to meet his, “I feel so stupid.”

Bob’s body tensed, his jaw clenching as he wrapped his arms around you. This isn’t the first break up Bob had held you through and at this point, it won’t be the last. Despite all the times your exes had tried to get Bob out of your life, he has always been there to pick up the pieces they left you in.

“I’m scared no one will ever love me,” you whispered so quietly, if it wasn’t for your head against Bob’s neck he probably wouldn’t have heard you.

You felt Bob’s breath hitch at your admission and another wave of embarrassment washed over you. It was a thought that circled your mind but it was usually late into the night after Carter had turned his back to you and he thought you couldn’t hear him texting on his phone. Bob didn’t say anything for a few minutes and the pit in your stomach only grew. Eventually he spoke, his voice nearly as quiet as yours.

“I have loved you ever since I have known you”

His words hung in the air for what felt like an eternity. His once calm heartbeat was now pounding against yours as the two of you stayed holding each other on the cold tile. The embarrassment and anger from earlier faded to anxious butterflies as you sat up straight to look into his eyes. Half of you expected to wake up and be laying next to Carter, all of this having been a dream. But there he was, the man you have loved since you were a teenager, admitting he felt the same in his spiderman pajama pants.

Bob cut you off as you opened your mouth, “I’ve waited far too long to tell you and I know this is horrible timing and if you don’t feel the same that’s fine but I have to tell you before I lose you to someone-”

“Shut up,” you mumbled before closing the small gap between the two of you. The kiss was light and slow, unlike any other man you’d ever been with. There was no rush to go to work or get into bed, just this moment and you were determined to make it last.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a while, both trying to absorb the events from the night. Eventually Bob helped you up from the ground, wiped the smeared makeup off and helped you into bed. Not the first time he had done so but the first time it was followed by him crawling in next to you and holding you close.

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i drew the mercs, miss pauling, admin, and my tf2 oc on the plane to uni 😭

i did all of these a week ago and completely forgot to post them HAJAHAH miss p, the admin, and a rlly simplified ver of my tf2 oc miss lynn!! (zoey lynn hehe + js rambles abt her) under the cut

IM ACTUALLY REWORKING HER DESIGN RNNNN bcs i made her on the sims 4 LMAO and realised how much better and concise she looked, but i really wanna try and make her look like someone you'd js see irl? sooOOo tryna make her also recognisable from silhouette alone and blahablahblah tho she isn't the kind of character that would rlly make too much of a difference in the tf2 universe

i js wanted to make a loveable character LMAO who'd have more of an impact on the relationships and kinda the story?

i liked the idea of miss p having an extroverted bestfriend who's also her wingwoman bcs miss pauling is obvs an awkward lesbian mess who needs help in the love department, and vice versa bcs zoey is into scout and miss pauling is js so glad to have him move on n realise that they r better as friends!! and that he needs to be with someone who isn't annoyed by him 24/7 (IM SORRY, LWNAKS MY SELF-INSERTEDNESS GOT IN THE WAY HAHAHAHA I CANT HELP IT) also, i haven't rlly thought of any orientation for zoey... i'm thinking of her js being a het woman or js whatever u wanna interpret her as!! cuz her sexuality isn't a core thing abt her

she's an absolute harbinger of chaos who'd do anyt for money and some company (this girl has been hella lonely n stressed out of her mind and i'll explain why in an oc post🤭🤭) and even tho she never outright admits it, she does enjoy the freedom of violence she gets to have as a mann co assistant 😭 (which will ALSO make sense when i explain her background to u guys later on)

and bcs of her long experience w shady bosses and asshole customers she's had to deal within all the jobs she's had, she catches onto the administrator's whole thing with the australium fairly early into the job, but she's in tooooo deep now and is like "damn. do i get myself out of this fucked up job (that i am fucked up enough to actually enjoy) or do i stay bcs i literally have everything i've ever wanted....shit." like,, she did say she'd do anyt for money but at the cost of what 😭 [also MAN i wish we got that final comic so i can js make zoey's suspicions make sense??!?@ but in a way it js works bcs it's js this massive mystery that we don't even know of ourselves???? so likeee, im js assuming its smth rlly dangerous or smth bcs helen literally goes to the most insane lengths to get australium and finish off her final... thingy.. that uh DEBT is it... i forgot what she called it BUT WHATEVER BUSINESS SHE HAD TO ATTEND TO B4 SHE DIED QOABJASH]

OH AND YEAH, zoey hates how bossy the admin is and is an ass abt it at times, and the admin wants zoey gone so badly bcs shes an annoying little shit (which she is and honestly, her and scout can be annoying shits tgt <3) but miss p always convinces her to keep zoey BAGAHAHA and they do get things done much faster w zoey there sooOoOOo 🌝🤭

i mean she does try to kill both miss p & l anyway but still, she can't deny that they r both good at what they do

BWOSBQJS BYE I DONT THINK ANYONE IS GONNA READ THIS AHAGAH BUT THANK YOU IF U DID 😭 I HAVE SM ABT ZOEY AND I RLLY WANT HER TO BE LOVEABLE AUGHWGS

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 fanart #tf2 fanart #tf2 memes #tf2 mercs #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 administrator #tf2 oc

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FAVORITE FANFICS OF 2023

We did it. We made it. We made it through the end of 2023, and BOY AM I HAPPY AS HELL TO SAY GOOD-FUCKING-BYE TO IT. I don't know about you guys, but this year- particularly the last quarter- have been a lot to say the least. A lot of headaches, a lot of mental breakdowns, a lot of emotional gymnastics, and more.

But thanks to good friends, good shows, good music, and of course good fanfics I managed to see it through the end.

One of my favorite New Year's Eve's traditions where I do my annually fanfic recs/favorite fanfics of the year. This marks a whooping 5th year doing it, YAY 🎉💃🏿 If interested, check out 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, and 2022 lists.

Please know there's no real ranking, despite the number ordering. Loved all these stories listed. Loved all the fanfics writers featured. And of course highly highly highly recommend

Without further ado, here are my favorite fanfics of 2023:

1). Something Good by @no-net-ensnares-me (kathony/kanthony)

Summary: Eager to earn a wage that would provide a more suitable life for her family and prepare for Edwina’s debut in a couple years, Kate accepts a position as governess for the Bridgerton family and moves to London, where she finds herself thrown into the chaos of living with the severe yet handsome Viscount Anthony Bridgerton and his seven siblings.

The Sound of Music AU

The Hills are aliiiiiiiiiiiiive with the sound of music/and the feels are FEEEEEEEEEELT with each new chapter. LOL, but all jokes aside, yes it's been a year since we saw our dear Viscount and Viscountess yet I still ride hard for them like it's their season premire all over again. Thanks of course to the awesome fic writers who keep us well-feed as we wait for season 3, such as this gem right here

Seriously, I cannot stress how insanely good this was. A good retelling where you see elements of Sound of Music while also being its' own thing. The longing, the longing between Kate and Anthony is so good. READ IT.

2). A Devil's Love by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks), Irony_Rocks (kathony/kanthony)

Summary: When Kate's sister goes missing, she gets herself a waitress job at the Pebble Lounge to track her down, working under London’s seedy underbelly to find the only person she has left in this world to love. And Anthony Bridgerton? No matter how alluring and distracting he may be, he’s just a means to an end, his life defined by his family business built on corruption.

Kate won’t dance to that tune. She’s just trying to find her sister.

Two in a row. A win for kathony/kanthony. Where the first one for the most part is cozy and light, this one is dark. Not surprising since this story, according to the author, was inspired by the 2022's The Batman, focusing on the electric dynamic between our favorite Bruce and Selina Kyle. Or rather in this AU, the dynamics between a dangerous mob boss and a woman going undercover as a waitress to figure out what happened to her sister.

It's got everything. Protective/possessive Anthony. Stubborn, witty Kate. Great sexual tension. Fair warning, there is an unplanned pregnancy so keep that in mind. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride

3). Intent to Cherish by iffervescent (kinn x porsche)

Summary: A mouthy beta runs off with Kinn's watch. He goes to get it back.

4 chapters this story is. 4 chapters of hilarious back and forth. 4 chapters of Porsche keeping that stubborn streak in tact with Kinn trying to chip his way through. 4 chapters we get to watch Porsche go from intriguing thief, to Kinn's employee, and finally intended.

This story checks off so many boxes. ABO AU, which is always a favorite. Sugar Baby and Sugar Daddy dynamic- never get tired of that. And of course Porsche being spoiled rotten. What more could you want?

4). burnt cotton series by taetaehland (taekook)

Summary: here's a series featuring your favorite bratty taehyung and his whipped husband, jeongguk (plus their adorable pups)

Once again, we got ABO and we so far have 11 stories of it featuring our favorite BTS as they grow more of their little family, grow more in love, and of course Tae growing more crafty and poor Kookie growing more insane. I love it.

Not to mention seeing all the ways Jungkook becomes more and more whipped for his husband is just the icing on the cake.

5). 'Tis a Far Better Thing by @the-sinking-ship (drarry)

Summary: 'Tis a far, far better thing doing stuff for other people — or however the Muggle saying goes — because Potter is in need of professional help, and Draco is just the man to give it to him.

A Drarry Clueless AU.

Sometimes you come across two things, such as two fandoms that on the surface seem so far farfetched until one ambitious fic writer creates a story that combines elements of the two and creates a wonderful gem of a story. Which is exactly what happened here.

Draco Malfoy and Cher Horowitz are so much alike, it's not even funny. Thus enhancing my enjoyment for this story to outright love love loving.

Again, elements to a famous story that brings on the nostalgia and enjoyment while also being it's own fresh spin. Plus FASHION. Draco as a Fashion Designer with Harry being his newest client. Along with Draco massively simping- always a win in my book.

6). Tracklist by Mia_Moon (sukuita/sukuIta)

Summary: Singer Sukuna x Fanboy Yuuji

Where they do kinky stuff together first and then get to know each other later.

Sometimes you have that fandom with an OTP that's set and your loyal ride or ship. Then there are other fandoms, where you love most of the characters, see the chemistry between them, love the dynamics, and it's fair game for shipping season. Jujutsu Kaisen is one of those fandoms, and sukita/sukulta was one of those ships that I just ended up falling in love with it.

Listen. Listen. Listen. I know the synopsis just give smutty smutty good time, but you get that and MORE.

What more you say be asking? Well, for starter our dear boy Yuuji who gets spoiled rotten, pampered, and yes, also gets sexed up 7 ways to Sunday- featuring some of the hottest smut I've read so far might I add. Mia_Moon did their thing, and I definitely will be reading more of and more of their works.

I don't know why to explain it, but there's something about a celebrity AU, where we have one half of the ship be this famous celeb and the other being this outsider getting pulled into their world. I ate it up every single time.

7). I'm Only Going to Heaven (If it Feels Like Hell) by stereobone (eruri)

Summary: "Are you saying you want to be my sugar daddy?" Levi says.

This story, I kid you not, came at the best timing, especially as I still try to untangle my very tangled feelings regarding the final season of Attack of Titan. But one positive that came outta it was my ulitmate love for Levi Ackerman, along with rekindling my love for eruri.

Good to note, one of the quickest quickest ways for me to immediately read a fanfic is if I see the keywords: Sugar Daddy.

What can I say? It gets me everytime. And this one was no different. This story not only came to my radar at the perfect time, but it also was just so damn perfect. So damn good. And of course had me looking through whatever other eruri stories the writer had under their belt.

8). Minor Family Supremacy by @yoonmoonbii (vegaspete, kinnporsche,payurain, prapaisky)

Summary: Like Vegas, Venice Theerapanyakun was born into a dangerous world of crime and power plays. And unlike Vegas, he is well protected by his family who shelters the little boy and spoils him to the core. However, in a day like every other, Venice is kidnapped.

Oh dear lord, where do we begin with this one? Well, much as 2023 was a hot flaming mess, it also became the year of Love of the Air (my new comfort show) and Kinnporsche. For not only me but also for my dear friends @littlenightdragon & @kila09. And what does one do after getting into a new show/fandom? Find fanfics to satisfy the fangirl cravings.

Minor Family Supremacy, or as me and @littlenightdragon often like to call it, the Minor Family Saga was the fanfic for us. And deliver what we needed after finishing Kinnporsche and wanted more of Vegas, more of Pete, and see the other side of the Minor Family.

This one, massive massive props, praise, and all the kudos for @yoonmoonbii for putting this series together because wow. Series starts off with Payu aka Venice as a kid, best friends with his cousin Prapai, being protected by his loving parents until one day changes their dynamics forever- and further widen the gap between the two . But quickly as each story goes on, the two find themselves being more aware of their positions, the complicated histories of their families, and how to stay on course of their own lives without falling into the trappings of Korn's narcisstic chesse game.

It's that good. Each story is like a TV season to the vegaspete spin-off we were so badly owed and sadly weren't granted.

9). Haute Couture, Mon Amour by @goldentruth813 (sheith)

Summary: When a scruffy stranger walks into Mamora Designs, personal shopper Shiro decks him in finery instead of sending him away. Little does Shiro know there’s more to this man than meets the eye and while trying to give him a picture perfect moment he just might find his own instead.

When it comes to @goldentruth813, you can count on several things. Amazing sheith stories. Incredible moments that will make your heart swoon or flutter (depending on the rating). And of course for Shiro to be spoiled rotten and given more depth than the show did.

This one, one word: FASHION. Fashion, fashion, with a lot of a Cinderella-ish vibe, only slightly if you catch it.

Honorable mention:

Wishing on a Frat Boy

10). He's The Bride by @sashadistan (tododeku)

Summary: Fae Prince Shoto has been waiting his whole life to marry his betrothed. As it turns out, a few interesting details were lost in translation, but Shoto still thinks his bride is worth the wait.

Oh @sashadistan, how I adore thee. For the way you just drop these amazing stories for us peasants, feeding us with wonderful content one story at a time. I always love your stories whether it's sheith, tododeku, and more.

This one was no different. This story has everything I could want: Fae Shouto, possessive Shouto, body worship, Izuku being his stuttering and flustering mess, and arranged marriage.

If y'all told me 5 or so years ago, I'd get into arranged marriage, I would have been dumbfounded. Or wonder if you were trying to be funny. Now? I love it. Just goes to show that sometimes it takes a good writer to make something you don't like a win in your eyes.

And now for the Honorable Mentions that were insanely good but due to time & length, couldn't go into full depth:

Just Breathe by @icecream-suga (2 part series w/1st part focusing on yoonmin & the 2nd on taekook; gangsters, drugs, gunplay, OH MY. So goooooood)

Right at Home by cmere (firstprince, alex x henry; grad students in a non-royal AU, fake-dating, and hijinks)

Hair Ribbons and Silk Ties by writer_of_passion (tiana x nanami/tianami; loving husband goes bonkers seeing his wife's curls loose and it GOES DOWN, so so so good)

Bedroom Hymns by Writcraft (drarry; daddy kink w/dom & sub undertones, insanely HOTTT)

Like, Comment, and Romance by @xskyll (tododeku; Youtuber Deku, pro-Hero Shouto, mutual longing and pining wrapped in a insanely fun read)

And there you have it. As usual, thanks to the awesome fanfic writers who do what they do. Fanfics, literally, is the only thing keeping us sane. And please check out all these stories.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, GUYS

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Just a Few Minutes

Anonymous requested: Mind if I take a shot at a request for a scenario? NSFW Female!reader x Dutch (if you are ok writing for him, if not, Arthur then?) takes you to Bronte’s party, (reader) teases him (either her sultry dress or planting secret little kisses on his neck when no one watches) to the point of just needing a few minutes (ok, a lot of minutes) with her alone? Thnkx bb 😊

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I was going to do Dutch for this but I’ve been in an Arthur mood lately and I’m thirsty for Arthur LMAO I hope you enjoy it, Hon!

I want Arthur to say Yes, Ma’am to me

Originally published on March 22, 2020

Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Warnings: strong suggested n s f w, sleepy writing so grammar errors

Words: ~900

You have never felt more thankful for a person in your entire life than you did for Molly O’Shea right now. She and Trelawny have shown true brilliance in choosing your outfit tonight for Bronte’s party. Trelawny used his vision as a man to make you look delicate and sexy.

The dress hugged your curves a bit too tightly but with Molly’s vision and experience in wealthy gowns, somehow made it look extravagant and not like a working girl’s dress. She even lent you one of her favorite shawls to bring more attention to your chest.

Your job was to just be the eye candy of course. You didn’t care too much for that job but it was worth it the minute you realize that your lover, Arthur, kept glancing at you during the ride in the stagecoach. This night was already a win in your eyes.

As soon as you stepped into the garden, you could feel a dozen eyes on you for a brief moment. The feeling of being watched by so many people disappears just as fast but you already did the main part, catching the attention of the party for a brief moment. You can feel the content of your boss and discontent radiating off of Arthur as he goes to mingle with the party per Dutch’s orders.

Though you played your part and talked with men who ogled you and women who seemed to desperately want to be on good terms with you, your eyes followed Arthur’s form. For this party, he cleaned up rather well. He looked good in a suit but oh boy did it make you want to tear it off him.

You can only assume he feels the same way about you from the way he keeps trying to find you within the crowd. You finally go up to him and take his hand. He flinches before visibly relaxing when he realizes it is you.

“Hello Handsome, mind pouring me a drink?” You ask your voice light and airy.

He raises an eyebrow but plays along. “Anything for a beautiful lady.”

He hands you a glass of champagne and you quickly place a kiss on the corner of lips. He freezes and you can feel his cheeks heat up. Smiling to yourself with victory, the hand not holding the glass glides down his chest.

Arthur quickly pulls away and excuses himself. The flustered look on his face vanishes as soon as he returns to his own task at hand. Every once in a while when the two of you finally made eye contact you would be dramatic and wave at him before blowing him a kiss.

You wait a while, get acquainted with the people, and then finally spot him talking to Dutch after the mayor. You excuse yourself from your current conversation and wait a moment before following Arthur is wandering off after a butler. Thankfully most of the snobs here wouldn’t look into this since Arthur is keeping a safe distance.

He disappears into the mayor’s mansion and you wait at that entrance. You could be his cover if he gets caught. He is quick and out within a minute. You nearly give him a heart attack from being right there waiting for him and he looks around anxiously.

He questions you, “Are you in insane following me?”

“I think we have quite a few minutes, don’t you think so? Besides, it would be much better to be caught or to come back with me being the lovers we are than you mysteriously coming back all by yourself,” You murmur as you scoot closer to him.

His eyes fall to your cleavage and you laugh. He lets out a growl-like sound. “Damn woman. Teasin’ me all damn night. You have no idea what you do to me,” He states as his hands grab you by your waist and pull you flush against him.

His hands pinch at the tight fabric of your dress and your body grows heated. It worsens upon feeling his erection through his suit pants. Your arms immediately reach up and wrap around his neck. You use your fingers to comb through his locks and he practically melts from the touch.

“You sure you wanna be caught pirooting at this guy’s party?” Arthur questions trying to keep his logic in place.

With a gentle move of your hips to his, he changes his mind.

“Those dumbasses can wait. We only need a few minutes.”

You place a gentle kiss at the front of his neck and whisper in a sultry voice, “Help me hitch up my dress.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Bonus:

It definitely didn’t take just a few minutes.

When both of you return to the party, or well the first floor, your crew is waiting and Dutch doesn’t look too pleased. That is until he takes the sight of both of you in. He laughs.

“Ah, young love,” He murmurs.

Dutch is laughing like a mad man now. Hosea chimes in, “You mean dumb love. (Name), Arthur, you both might want to get those twigs out of your hair. Molly and Josiah ain’t going to be too pleased with how you ruined her dress you big brute. I also do not think Molly wants that shawl back.”

#softrozene writes #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #arthur morgan x reader #female reader #slight sin #slight n s f w

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tammyfeabakker · 2 months

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Its Monday again. I had a great birthday weekend. We watched... pepsi,where's my jet?On Netflix I recommend it. Then we watched love on the spectrum and down for love. I wait months to watch the new seasons. My Chloe and Emily. My Chloe went back home. As much as I'm so happy to see her. I was so sad when she left. The loneliness. The tears. I don't cry much when I do. Its jus painful. I miss her so much. I have to tend to my merlin and peaches. I jus can't pick up and go anymore. They jus can't pick up and leave they have responsibilities. It takes months before I see her again. I crave championship. I tried online dating. But I don't think I want that kind of a relationship. I jus want my kids back. Its been years. I'm still not over it. Why do I have to be the one. That will never get over the empty nest syndrome. They say you get over it or you don't. I didn't probably never will. My Chloe is my soulmate. Soulmates come in many different ways animals kids mothers dads aunts uncles friends... not only man and woman relationships. But all kinds. Chloe was my champion from the time she was born. I loved her with everything I had. We went everywhere together up until she was 24. She never slept out. She was always home. I never never never had a problem with her. What a great kid. I feel like the universe tortures me. I have no idea what I did to deserve this continued pain. Of her growing up moving on. She jus moved to far. I don't know how to spend jus a day with her. Has to be days. Its so hard to let her go. I watch the Simmons3. Bout a mother lost her 3 kids in a drunk driver accident. I want to tell that woman. Not only does she help keep drunk drivers off the street. But she helps me feel better. Its sad I know. But the empty nest syndrome. You grieve like they are gone. You grieve... you jus don't cry you grieve. The first couple years I cried everywhere everyday. I tried to tell myself I still have my kids. They are alive and well doing what I instilled in them growing up. Independent women. My cats do every thing they can. We are here for you momma. Please don't cry. They take the pieces put me back together. They know when I'm sinking. They stick to me like glue. My job is starting to suck now too. We use to be able to take the hours...if we finished up early. But now that ended. I pile up my targets looks like I'm working 10 hours. Jus for my boss to come in say can you handle that? I say yes because I'm doing in it 4. Only to take work from me. Because she doesn't think I can handle it. But I'm not really working it. That fucking easter cart been out set up for months now. Don't adjust the time on it jus act like its not out. We have to make it up somehow. Considering the wear and tear on our cars and phones. But I still like my job. Gift card resets are coming up again. The managers love me because I jus throw them out. Everyone I work with is a joy. Molly is a joy. We try to get together so if I have a job. Thats insane I call Molly. 5 hours of awesome. We talk laugh. I keep telling her she's to good for this. She incredibly smart. The girl is gifted. She's jus this little thing talks me down when I start to loose it. The gift cards are a nightmare. I start my shit. She knows how to deal with me. We are soulmates. She sees the little things I see the big picture. We both suffer depression its like therapy to us. Start my day now. Thanks for listening. I tell ya one thing bout Tumblr. Even though we don't talk. No matter how far I go no matter how long im gone. You know who you are. You never leave me. Thanks for the devotion it truly means alot to me oxoxox.

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catholic-character-tournament · 11 months

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Round 2 - Resurrect Bracket (Losers Bracket) Side A

ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to [make it to the finals]

Propaganda below ⬇️

John

he’s literally a priest and he’s literally my little meowmeow. i don’t have words right now but i love him. thanks

What he is about to do has not been approved by the Vatican.

He’s a priest whose entire job is exorcising and hunting down demons. The Vatican does not want this. But he sure does do it!

i have nothing else to say but john ward shouldn’t be that fucking big why the fuck does the wiki say he’s 6’2 its not right it isn’t FAIR

Father Garcia is also a candidate but I wasn’t sure if you wanted more than one from the same series. I guess John does have a crisis of faith after all the stuff that happens but in 2/3 of the chapter 3 endings he continues fighting demons and stuff so ultimately he’s still catholic (he dies in the other ending so he doesn’t even leave the faith then).

hes so skrunkly and dumb, he makes mistakes then cries, hes too harsh on himself i want him dead but if he dies im gonna cry

look i know he’s atari graphics but he’s THE GUY ok?

he is *what i’m about to do isn’t approved by the vatican* incarnate -both literally and figuratively insane IT’S MORTIS TIME!!! and he mortised all over the demons

i want him in cat ears

He is so fucking traumatized and his faith is CONSTANTLY TESTED. He’s god’s soppiest little priest man and idk how he does it. But he remains faithful !! the bonus is that i have him in my brain (i have DID)

Performs an exorcism NOT approved by the vatican🙌🙌 fails and shoots that demon with a gun 🔥🔥🔥

so i’m not ENTIRELY sure if he counts as catholic because i don’t really know the difference between christianity and catholicism as i’m not personally religious (the creator of faith is christian). but basically he fails an exorcism then battles demons and a cult because they wont leave him alone

Justin

he's soo. idk how to describe him. he never takes out his earbuds (which are constantly blasting music), he's killed at least 99 (probably more) monsters by the age of 17, he thinks his boss is god, he dresses like a catholic priest. the autistic homophobic gay guy ever

He is a priest who can turn into a guillotine. Has killed at least a hundred people. He constantly wears headphones that play non stop death metal music at max volume claiming that doing so helps him hear the voice of God causing him to shout when talking so he can hear what he's saying and people have to repeteadly signal him to take them off so they can talk to him and when that inevitably fails knock the off. He eventually betrays the good guys after going crazy and allies himself with a demon who wants to take over the world. After beign damaged by a magic sun ray the left half of his faces becomes perpetually engulfed in flames.

#father john ward #father ward #john ward #faith game #faith unholy trinity #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #justin law #soul eater #polls #r2losers

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twicearoundthesun · 10 months

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spies au

[Now]

Tzuyu could hardly breathe. She was doubled over, hands on her knees, gasping for air. The alarms were firing in her head; her legs were going to give out at any moment now.

A water bottle was shoved into her line of sight, and she downed it gratefully before letting herself sink to the ground, sitting on the concrete and still panting.

“You did a good job.”

She looked up at Jihyo, who stood facing the river. Her eyes were on the sky as the sunrise turned it captivating shades of pink that Tzuyu couldn’t focus on for the black entering her vision. The older girl seemed completely unfazed by the miles they’d just run.

“Momo says you’ve been doing good training, too. Fighting.” Jihyo turned and met her eyes with a little smile. “Nayeon’s a little more honest with it, but she thinks you’ve improved a lot.”

She still couldn’t answer, but she shrugged.

“I hope you know we aren’t just training you to make you miserable.. You need to be safe out there. You’re a good kid. We want you to be able to handle yourself.”

Tzuyu nodded again, looking out on the river. She’d been terrified when Jihyo had asked if she’d like to accompany her, but in the end reasoned that if Jihyo was going to kill her it’d probably be in her sleep and not along the Han river, where a number of equally-insane overachievers were also starting their day with a morning run. That, and she hadn’t been outside of the complex in days. If she had to get up before the ass-crack of dawn to touch grass, then so be it.

She hoped she never saw this early again, but she had to admit it was a pretty view.

“Thank you.” She said, finally, as she got her breath back.

Jihyo nodded.

“Once I can… you know, handle myself… Am I…” She trailed off. The question had been on the tip of her tongue for weeks, now. She wasn’t even sure what she hoped the answer was.

“We’ll give it a few more weeks to calm down. We’re running recon on your old bosses constantly to decide the safest path forward.”

“Do you think there will be?” Tzuyu asked. “A safe path forward for me, I mean.”

“A big enough bribe will convince the right people to forget your face, and a threat or two will make sure that doesn’t change. Once it’s resolved, we can relocate you somewhere else in the city and you never have to see me again.” Jihyo chuckled to herself.

Tzuyu’s heart sunk a little. She swallowed.

“I’ll have to find a new place…”

“We’ll help with that.” Jihyo sighed. She still hadn’t looked back. “You’ll have everything you need.”

There were a few seconds of silence. Tzuyu didn’t know how to talk around the knot of disappointment in her throat, not without sounding pathetic.

“Unless, of course, you don’t want that.”

“Hm?”

“I mean, if you want to stay with us. You can.” Jihyo said simply. Then, before Tzuyu could open her mouth to respond. “I’ve noticed you’re really fitting in these days. But you need to know the risks, Tzuyu. Even if you don’t play an active role in our… operations. We deal with incredibly dangerous people. People that wouldn’t think twice about killing us if they got the chance. Us, or anyone associated with us.”

Tzuyu swallowed.

Despite still fearing half of its inhabitants, her time in the complex had her happier than she’d been in a while. There was always a homecooked meal to enjoy or takeout ready to be reheated, and a few smiling faces in the cafeteria. Momo was always encouraging, Nayeon always a familiar kind of stern. Sana was nothing but warm and sweet and afternoons with Chaeyoung were always comfortable.

And there was a certain green-haired computer geek she loved keeping company in the lab. She didn’t think her days would be near as bright without Dahyuns thousand-watt-smile.

She didn’t feel so alone, anymore. And she just didn’t know if she could go back to a dusty, lonely apartment.

“How often do they get the chance?”

“Hm?”

“The people that want to kill you… How often do they, you know, get close?”

Jihyo gave a chuckle. “Not often. Not yet, at least. We have safety nets in place that do a good job. We’re well-hidden, and Mina and Dahyun keep our data pretty scrubbed from anywhere. But we’re no strangers to injury or danger. And there are security protocols you’ll need to follow that are admittedly a little annoying.”

Tzuyu nodded. Jihyo grew quiet as a guy around their age jogged by, but smiled politely when he wished them a good morning. They both stayed quiet for a few seconds after, too.

“Think about it. We’ll be here for you whatever you decide.” Jihyo said, finally turning to face her. In the morning glow, Tzuyu almost saw kindness in her eyes. It quickly hardened. “But we better get back, now, before it gets too late. Jeongyeon will think I left you in a ditch somewhere.”

She extended a hand, pulling Tzuyu to her feet and dusting her off.

“What do you think? You’ve got another mile in you, right?”

Tzuyu’s eyes widened. Jihyo chuckled.

“I’m kidding. We’re around the corner from the complex.” She laughed, and set off away from the river.

Tzuyu followed her home.

#spies au #i think i havent posted this yet?#jihyo #tzuyu #mentioned datzu

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feathers-in-the-night · 7 months

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I dont know if I've already talked about this but i remember when i was writing Broken Wings, I wanted it to be as dramatic as possible, I wanted them to be so at odds and for their situation to seem absolutely impossible, because in my mind, that would make their reunion so much sweeter, right? that would make them reuniting so much stronger, right? That would prove their soulmate status so much more, because they were able to overcome every obstacle.

Right?

And then at one point, a reviewer told me that they'd stopped rooting for the two of them to get back together, because I'd done too good of a job showcasing their incompatibility. And more people started expressing the same opinion.

I had made the ship unshippable.

That review really stuck with me. And it keeps haunting me as I write this new story. I regularly check back with it, making sure I'm not making the same mistake twice.

And then I reread Feathers and realized I actually hadn't made a very compelling case in that story either.

It made me realize that the foundation of their relationship was extremely flawed - the undeniable imbalance of power, given that Dick was her mentor and her leader. Essentially her boss. The fact that she started out not respecting him or his opinion at all, and he tries to force obedience from her, instead of earning respect.

The fact that Dick kissed her without her consent?

IM NOT SAYING that this wasn't the point at the time. Like I was definitely trying to write a messy couple. They were teenagers. They were stressed and trying to save the world from an alien invasion. They were all each other had for a while - Dick was there to help Morgan time and time again, and she was the only one that knew his secrets, who he could confide in, and who he didn't have to lie to at the time. She always found some way to lighten the mood for him, and he always supported her through every obstacle she faced.

They helped the other find something human in the alien invasion.

Like, it makes sense they fell for each other, right? They needed that, at the time. It was a messy but genuine road to a messy but genuine relationship - it was something necessary to survive the insane circumstances they were in, and the amount of pressure they were under.

But what happens when the alien invasion is over, and there's relative peace? When they aren't fighting for the fate of the world anymore, but are dealing with more mundane tasks, like school and work and small-scale missions?

When the closeness of the other person is no longer the only thing keeping them sane?

It was always inevitable, that they would break up. The very foundation of their relationship was built on something that wasn't meant to last. It was lifesupport - and at some point, lifesupport needs to be turned off, whether because the person is dead, or because they are recovered.

That's why Dick says "Thank you for being exactly what i needed." when she gets on that plane. What he needed.

So then, what is this sequel about?

It's about exploring the two of them trying to find each other in a new way. This is about the two of them going off on their own to fight find themselves, and when they're ready, to reunite. (Not that they know it yet).

This is me proving that they are compatible. They can be. Just not in the form that we left them in, in Feathers. And not in their Broken Wings versions.

This is about the two of them realizing that this is it for them. This is fate. They're fate. But not because of some cosmic power willing it, but because they decide it for themselves. They decide to cast away all the issues from their previous relationship, and rebuilt it on a much stronger foundation. Something healthy, something long-lasting.

I was 18-19 when I wrote Feathers. I had never been in a relationship. I was relying on tropes and dramatic moments, on the stuff I had seen in movies.

I'm 27 now. I'm married. I have a kid. I understand the everyday trappings of being in a relationship. The stuff that makes it work. How it actually feels be to heartbroken. To be in love. To long for someone out of reach. To find your home with a person. And as I write this story, I use the experience I now have. I'm still using the beloved tropes, I'm still using drama - they still fight, they still do wrong by each other, but they're getting better.

My mission statement is to write a story that makes people think "These two are soulmates" and not "These two aren't good for each other".

Because I want to leave them at a point where I can feel confident in saying they stay together.

#here i go with my brainworms again #like so much of this story is about that trust #about the two of them relearning to work together #confronting all the ways in which they werent working out

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beenjen · 1 year

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Last Friday, was the first time, that I mentally felt I could cogitate making a dinner for our family. Through the last 6 months of decline - and I can be honest now, I was hopeful before, it’s been awful for at least that long even with the good scan - I would just stand in the kitchen. Looking in the cabinets. Looking in the fridge. Running out to the garage deep freeze. Looking at food and options, literally not able to put a damn meal together.

I just, quite literally, COULD NOT, look at a fridge/cabinet/freezer space and put 2 and 2 together to come up with tacos, or spaghetti and green beans, it has just been beyond me. I worried that was I slipping? Getting Alzheimer’s? What was happening.

I realize and acknowledge now, the tremendous stress, it’s been stress on top of stress. Pain. Grief. Anger. It’s the first time, in my life, I’ve lost some form of functionality from emotion.

I tried so hard. To eat right. Get sleep. Drink my water. Go to yoga. Get outside. Do all the things… yet….

- forgot to renew a VERY IMPORTANT certification at work (luckily, my boss….he’s been Uber chill and supportive. He word for word told me, ‘Jen, we will work with you. We hate this is happening all at once. Whatever you need.’) it was a fireable offense. I could have lost my job. The stress from that alone, kept me from cuing in on moms acute decline, and that’s a whole other story of guilt and what ifs circling in my brain.

- I forgot an event at jamis school…. I even took him to get a cavity filled, then took him to school after…. Then tried to go get a massage for self care, his school called and called (which I missed for 60 whole minutes), C had to leave work to pick him up…. I didn’t even give him ibuprofen. My baby, had a drill in his mouth, and it never even crossed my mind. I’m a nurse!!!!

- I’m sure there’s more shit, I just, whatever at this point.

I haven’t written thank you letters yet. I just, can’t. I just can’t.

It fell to me, to pick moms clothes, to pick her make up and hair. To pick her casket. Her flowers. Her vault. Her everything.

They completely botched her hair and lipstick - my mom was a stickler. Had to fix it with a paintbrush, had to comb out her hair.

It’s fucking traumatic.

The very next day, we take dad to see the thoracic surgeon - a close friend of mine - who was absolutely GUTTED to share with us that dads lung cancer is inoperable.

The sheer amount of comfort I’ve had to offer to other people through this process, I wasn’t prepared for.

My uncles BROKE DOWN. Watching my dad y’all, there aren’t words. They were married 52 years. He’s lost. My brother. The heart-wrenching sobs from him, I’ve never seen him like that. My husband. My daughter. My 4 year old has taken this as hard as my dad. She’s acting out, not sleeping. Cries for my mom. It’s horrific. My son refuses to even talk about it. Refuses. They were close and I’ll have to poke that bear, just, it’s shit.

It’s been a nightmare. I’m heartbroken. I’m not sure words express all of this.

I fucking miss her.

I want the kids to have an Easter basket from her.

I want to get a card in the mail from her.

I want to celebrate Mother’s Day, 4th of July, her birthday.

It’s surreal.

The support we’ve had has been incredible. I’ve never seen the like of flowers, the volume of people streaming in through the whole ordeal. It has been just insane.

I ended up getting a stool, sitting it by moms casket, and just greeted person after person. Listened to their stories. Made small talk. The things that came out of my mouth? Even as I said some of it, I was thinking ‘what the eternal fuck did I just say?.’ It was a FULL HOUSE. There were people everywhere.

I’ve had so many calls, texts, cards, emails, telling me how beautiful the ceremony was. How lovey the service. I’m not sure I have ever sent that exact message to someone, so I suppose they were being honest? I hope so. It was the last thing I could do for my mom. I wanted to get it right.

I’m not ready to share just yet about withdrawing care and what that experience was like. How it was the true last thing I could do for my mom, to follow her wishes.

The agony. It’s intense.

Also, this is just a thought dump, I’m not even clear on my feelings at this point. It’s, a fog.

I’m coming out of it.

We have had family dinners 3 times over the past week. We’ve flossed and brushed. Everyone has had vitamins. The school uniforms are clean. I’m washing my face. One foot in front of the other.

It’s always nice to see you xx

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