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javierpena-inatacvest · 5 months

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Agent Peña

Summary: You and Javi are unpacking as you move into your new house, when you come across something unusual in one of the boxes. Surprise, it's Javi's old tac vest, and boy, do you need to show him how good he still looks in it.

Word Count: 5.3K (I'm surprised it's not longer, I could write a thesis about this vest)

Pairing: Husband!Javier Peña x Wife!reader (no used of y/n, reader's nickname is Osita)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) BOY OH BOY- unprotected p in v sex (be better pls), oral (m receiving), face fucking, mastrubation (f), big ole praise kink, creampie, cum play (ig??), soft dom!Javi (still being our consent king as always), Javi lifts reader up on the dresser and holds her hair, Javi's got a FILTHY mouth, THE VEST STAYS ON LADIES AND GENTS (gn)

A/N: ....Well.... Here we are. This idea has been rotting in the back of my brain for SO long, and I am finally ready to serve my time in horny jail 🫡 As y'all know, Javi's tac vest is deeply important to me, and it only feels right to support my namesake as such by sharing my deeply dirty thoughts of getting absolutely obliterated by this man in that stupid fucking vest. If you know me, no you DON'T, please do not make eye contact with me for the next 7-10 business days. 🤪

This can be read as a stand alone, or as a part of the It's Never Too Late Series!!

“Are you sure this is the last box?”

“Yes, Hermosa, I’m positive.”

“Well, that was your answer 3 boxes ago, Jav.”

You laughed to yourself, hauling what was supposedly the last cardboard box out of the back of Javi’s truck as you followed behind him into your new house. Your official move in day had finally come, and while you and Javi had been periodically transporting things from your apartment to the new house since it had been finished with construction, today was the last day on your lease, and the first day of your forever in your new home together. While you couldn't have been more excited to finally be in a real home of your own with Javi, you were much less excited about the 47 trips you had made in and out of the house, hauling boxes to and from Javi’s truck, and unpacking your entire existence into your new living space.

You let out a little grunt as you set down the box into the mountain-like pile that had accumulated in your living room, Javi sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist as he planted a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“You promise this was the last one?” You giggled, your voice oozing with sarcasm as you gave Javi a playful nudge while he held you in his grasp.

“Promise.” He laughed, giving you a squeeze, only making you squeal and squirm even more. “Hopefully unpacking shouldn’t take too long, I’ll start moving the heavier shit upstairs and in the garage, and I’ll come help you down here when I’m done.”

“What, are you saying I'm not strong enough to carry the heavy boxes? Rude.” You teased, spinning around to face him, crossing your arms over your chest, one eyebrow raised.

“You know that’s not what I’m trying to say, you dork.” Javi sighed, rolling his eyes at your utter lack of seriousness in response to his comment.

“I don’t know… Sure seems like it to me… I just don’t think that- HEY! PUT ME DOWN! STOP, STOP, YOU MEANIE!” You screeched, flapping your arms in hysterical laughter as Javi slung you over his shoulder, trapping you in the only way he’d figured out how to get you to stop with your never ending sass- tickling you until you were close to tears. “Fine, I- Javi! Stop! You win! You win! Let me go, you butt!”

“Did you just call me a butt?” He snorted, setting you back down on the ground, smirking at the goofy grin on your face as you tried to recompose yourself, post tickle torture.

“I would have come up with a better insult if I wasn’t close to almost peeing my pants.” You grumbled, sticking your tongue out at Javi, the two of you trying your best to keep from bursting into laughter again.

“Will you just go start unpacking, weirdo? The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can go break in the new bed.” He smirked, biting down on his lip, his eyes looking you up and down with a mischievous sparkle.

“Oooorrrrrr… We could just go break it in now and unpack later?” You shrugged, placing your hands on Javi’s chest, grabbing a fist full of the soft cotton of his worn t-shirt as you pressed up on your tiptoes and placed a kiss on his pouty lip.

“As much as I want to,” He paused, pressing his lips back into yours, feeling the smile of his smug grin, “If we go now, there’s no way all of this is ever getting unpacked.”

“Ugh, fine. You win again, Mr. Reasonable.” You frowned, giving him one last quick kiss before pulling away to search through the endless sea of cardboard to sort where each box needed to go. You reached down, hoisting up one labeled “bedroom” and resting it on your hip, pointing to the scratchy scribbles of Javi’s handwriting. “Look! I’m already going to the bedroom, soooooo…”

“Osita…”

“Fine, fine. You better move those boxes fast. Rude to keep your wife waiting like this, ya know.”

“Will you please just go unpack, Hermosa?” He sighed, laughing and shaking his head, hiking up two boxes, heavy enough to make his biceps flex and the veins in his forearms incredibly noticeable. You could almost hear yourself audibly gulp as you watched him walk up the stairs, the muscles of his back flexing and straining deliciously against the gray cotton of his t-shirt.

“Jesus fucking Christ…” You muttered to yourself, in awe of your husband’s sheer broadness. So in awe, in fact, that you hadn’t even realized you had let your box slip from its place resting against your hip onto the living room floor, making you jump and startle yourself, scrambling to try and pick it back up in hopes that Javi hadn’t noticed.

“You okay, baby?” Javi shouted from halfway up the stairs, peeking his head over the railing to see what had happened.

“Yup, yup, totallyyyyy fine, all good, just going to unpack, nothing to see here.” You mumbled, darting down the hallway, eyes peeled in whatever direction was the exact opposite of Javi.

Oof. You better find a way to become the world’s fastest unpacker.

Thankfully, you and Javi seemed to make an unspoken pact to unpack in separate parts of the house to avoid distracting each other, Javi now working on organizing things in the garage while you worked on sorting all of the things that belonged in your master bedroom. Clothes and sheets had been easy to put away compared to all of the pots and pans you had unboxed in the kitchen before this, working your best to put things away as fast as you could with keeping the metal clashing and clanging to a minimum.

As you dragged the last box labeled “Master Bedroom” into your room from the hallway, you were curious what kind of contents could be inside, considering you’d put away all of yours and Javi’s clothes, and whatever bedding belonged in your room. You spun the box around to each side, looking for any more clues, until your last turn, where you found “Javi DEA” printed on the upper corner.

You paused for a moment, letting your fingers drum across the tattered cardboard, questioning whether or not you should leave it for Javi to deal with, or open it up for yourself. You gently chewed on your bottom lip as you internally debated, trying to rationalize with yourself before quite literally opening up a box into Javi’s past.

You had heard about the good, bad and ugly that had been Javi’s life in Colombia before returning home to Laredo, so you would be shocked to find something in this box that Javi really didn’t want you to see.

It’s not like there was anything he’d be trying to hide from you in there, right? Probably just a bunch of badges and paperwork, anyways.

With a little sigh and a shrug, you carefully ripped down the seam of the tape holding the box together, slowly lifting the cardboard flaps to reveal the contents inside. As you peeked into the box, you let out a little huff of relief to find out that your suspicions were correct- nothing but file folders, old badges and ancient coffee mugs with DEA symbols slapped across the front.

You began making your way through the box, sorting its contents into piles for Javi to go through once he was finished in the garage. Even though majority of the items inside the DEA box were less than thrilling (unless you had a thing for reading 50 page long contracts full of legal jargon), you did get a kick out of Javi’s old badges, giggling at his grumpy frown that seemed to be plastered across his face in every picture he took from the time he started, until he retired. What cracked you up even more was finding the badges from the first few years Javi must have started working for the DEA, still sporting his signature pout, but with a clean shaven baby face you had only had the pleasure of seeing from the photo albums of Javi's youth that his father, Chucho, had so lovingly offered to share with you.

You gave the picture a sweet smile before setting it down with the rest of the badges in the growing pile, mindlessly reaching back into the box to pull out what you assumed would be more file folders full of paperwork. Except this time, you felt your fingertips graze against what felt like tough and worn fabric, dragging your hand further along the cloth until hitting a patch of scratchy velcro, making you cock your head in confusion. You scooted yourself over closer to the box, peering under the few manilla folders left inside to spot an army green strap popping out from in between them.

Now very much intrigued, you dug your hand between the sea of papers, yanking on the mystery item to reveal a deep olive green vest, followed by a few crinkled pictures that must have been stuck inside it, gently fluttering to the floor in front of you. You set down the much heavier than expected vest to pick up one of the photos face down on the carpet, only to turn it over and feel your jaw practically drop to the floor and eyes bulge out of your skull. Because in that picture, was not just any photo of Javi from his time in Colombia, this was a photo of Javi, in the very vest that you had dug out from the bottom of his box.

And holy fuck did he look hot.

Frantically, you picked up another photo that had fallen to the floor, feeling your heart legitimately skip a beat to find it was another shot of him in the vest, his dark curls sticking to his forehead from the sweat soaking his skin and the light blue button down underneath it, hands resting on the hips of his dark gray khaki pants that left very little to the imagination. You flipped over one last picture, only to find the same, breathtaking visual of him in that damn vest, his biceps straining against the sweat-stained cotton of his army green shirt, the veins in his forearms prominently on display as he held the gun he was carrying pointed at the ground.

While you had never seen these photos, or even known about this mystery vest until today, there was a part of you that was glad you hadn’t- the way Javi looked suited up in that vest had your head reeling in a way you weren’t sure you’d ever recover from, because Jesus Fucking Christ, it was the hottest goddamn thing you’d ever seen.

Your eyes darted back and forth between the three photos, each picture somehow looking better than the last every time you found a new detail to drink in that made Javi look even more delicious.

Holy fuck.

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander even further than it already was, picturing what Javi would look like with it on now, the broadness of his shoulders filling out the vest even more than he would have the last time he wore it.

You were so entranced, so lost in ogling at how attractive Javi looked in the vest, that you hadn’t noticed the sound his familiar footsteps trudging down the hallway, stopping in the doorway of your bedroom and watching you as you sat cross legged on the floor, hunched over the now nearly empty box.

“Hey, Hermosa, I’m almost all done in the garage if you wanna-” Javi’s voice quietly trailed off as his eyes wandered, looking at the items from inside the box spread across the floor, stopping at the long forgotten sight of his old tac vest propped up against the cardboard.

He couldn’t help but quietly laugh to himself, simply out of shock that you had even found the vest in the first place, considering he hadn’t even remembered it had been living inside a box that hadn’t been touched since it was shipped back to Laredo with the rest of his things post DEA.

“Where the hell’d you find this? I haven’t seen this thing in fucking years.” He chuckled, reaching down to pick up the well worn armor, letting his thumb run along the seams of the rough fabric as he held it up in front of him, blocking your blushing and bright red face from his view.

“It was uh- it was at the bottom of the box.” You gulped, trying not to stumble over your words, biting down on your tongue to try and keep your embarrassingly sheepish smirk at bay, Javi’s eyes now meeting yours as he lowered the vest from his view. He tilted his head in confusion at your clearly flustered state, reaching out his free hand to gently grab your arm, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your skin, his touch only making you more riled up.

“Hermosa, are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m- yes, I’m- I’m fine, it’s stupid.” You muttered, making no attempts to cover up your clearly blatant lie, darting your eyes away from Javi and shifting your gaze to the floor to try and hide your hot, flushed face, embarrassed that you were this worked up from 3 old photos and a piece of police gear.

But unfortunately for you, Javi knew you like the back of his hand, and knew all too well when you weren’t telling him something that was on your mind.

Letting his hand slide up your arm and across your collarbone, he stopped at your chin, forcing your gaze back on him, giving you a smug shrug and raise of his eyebrows, silently waiting for your real response, the one he knew you were hiding behind your bashful facade.

“What’s going on, baby?”

With your eyes locked on his, thumb resting under your jaw, you had no choice but to swallow your own pride, the sweet dark brown of his glare coaxing your sheepish secret right out of you.

“There were- there were pictures of you in the vest in the box. You look- Jesus, Javi, you look really fucking hot.”

“That’s it?” He laughed, softly swiping his thumb across your cheek, still feeling like he hadn’t quite gotten everything out of you.

“Well I was thinking... that uh- if- what-”

“What, baby? Talk to me, it’s okay.”

Oh, fuck me.

“Would you, um, would- would you put it on?”

“Put it on?” He chuckled, lifting up the vest, gesturing towards it.

“Mhhmmmm.” You nodded, letting your tongue run against your teeth before biting down on your bottom lip, feeling a rush of heat rapidly creeping through your body.

“Like, right now?”

“Like, right now.”

Realizing that you were completely serious about your request, Javi let out a playful scoff, running his hand over the back of his neck, almost as flustered by your ask as you were at the thought alone of seeing him in his vest.

“Really? I mean, uh- yeah, okay.” Working in a quick and determined silence, Javi began slipping the vest over his head, pulling it over his broad shoulders and unfastening the velcro sides before readjusting them, tugging the flaps tighter against his stomach to hold them in place, quietly grumbling to himself. “Used to be able to pull these a lot tighter…” He groaned, flattening the last strap against the velcro.

As his focused shifted from his vest to you, he couldn’t help but smirk at the dumbfounded look on your face- the image in front of you leaving you so completely stunned, you felt like you needed to wipe the corner of your mouth to make sure that there wasn’t any drool coming out of it. Your brain was so short circuited, at a loss to form any sort of coherent sentence, the best you could muster out was a low, shaky, “Holy fucking shit.”

“Didn’t know you had a thing for tactical vests.” Javi grinned with a devilish look slowing spreading across his face, seeing the complete and utter mess you were becoming as he slowly stepped towards you, the looming image of his broad body in that fucking vest making your heart race and your palms sweat.

“Well, I- I didn’t, um, I didn’t-” You stammered, your breath trembling as you tried to respond, your brain going blank as you watched Javi approach you. Before you had a chance to even try to and concoct some sort of answer, Javi’s hand was back under your chin, fingers wrapped around your jaw with a much tighter and demanding presence than just a few moments ago, sensing the undeniable shift of palpable tension in the room.

“Didn’t what? Use your words, sweet girl.” He rasped, teasing you with his knowingly smug smirk, his words shooting straight to your core, making your stomach flip in anxious arousal.

You could feel your words bobbing in your throat as you swallowed, your tongue darting out of your parted mouth, desperate to taste Javi’s lips now barely ghosting yours, patiently waiting for your response, relishing in the needy mess he could sense you were quickly becoming.

“Didn’t realize it until I saw you in it. You look- fuck- you look so hot.” You whispered, feeling his warm breath against your skin as he sucked at your pulse point, his teeth nipping at your neck as a ragged moan escaped your mouth. “Javi…”

“Not gonna give you what you want 'till you tell me. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me what you want.” You could practically feel his satisfied smirk as his kisses worked their way down your neck towards your chest, each press of his lips taunting you, only making it harder and harder for any part of your brain to function.

“I wanna- fuck- I wanna suck your dick. Fuck, I need to taste you.” You whimpered, reaching out to run your hand across his vest, letting it trail from his chest, down to his stomach, your fingertips grazing his belt buckle before a firm grasp wrapped around your wrist, holding your hand in place and stopping it from traveling any further.

“Nuh-uh.” Javi tutted, rasping in your ear. “Be a good girl and ask first. Tell me how badly you need it.”

“Please, Javi. Fuck, please let me suck your dick, baby. Please.” You moaned, sounding more desperate than you had intended, but fuck, there was nothing you wanted to do more than drop to your knees and worship him in the most sinful way you could.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking pretty when you beg for it. You need me that bad, Hermosa?” Javi grinned, feeling you nod your head frantically, the hand he was holding in his grasp reaching for below his belt. “Okay, baby, show me how bad you need me, huh?”

In an instant, you were dragging your hands down his vest, sinking to the ground as you frantically worked to undo his belt buckle, the quiet clang of the metal singing a song of sweet relief as you shuffled his pants down his legs before hooking your fingers around the elastic waistband of his boxers, tugging them down to meet his pants. pooling around his ankles. His cock sprung free as it was released, already painfully hard and weeping with precum as it slapped against his stomach, the sight alone making you lick your lips. You kissed the inside of his thighs, trailing your way up to his shaft in long, languid movements, dragging your tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock before sinking just his tip between your lips, swirling it in your mouth.

You had barely touched him, but you were already so worked up that what had started as just a wet patch in your underwear had now turned into the fabric becoming completely soaked in your slick, leaving your cunt aching and throbbing. With your mouth still sucking and flicking at his tip, you couldn’t help but let your hand snake down your front, sneaking between your skin and the waistband of your pants as it dipped into your underwear. You let your fingers slide through your folds, before sinking them into your heat, your hips instinctively grinding down on your hand to find any sort of temporary relief as you fucked yourself with your fingers.

Looking up at him with batted lashes, you sunk your mouth deeper down on his length, hollowing your cheeks as you took him inch by inch, watching his eyes go wide as you took the hand that had just been inside your pants back out to reveal the shiny slick covering your fingers, then wrapping them around his base, covering his shaft in your arousal.

It was taking everything in him just to say fuck it right then and there, to toss you onto the bed and fuck you until you were begging him to stop, but watching the way you worked around his cock so needily had him so stunned, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but let you work your magic.

“Jesus, fuck…” Javi muttered to himself, already feeling his balls beginning to tighten as your head bobbed along his dick, sinking down just enough to let the deep, musky scent of the curls at the base of his shaft tickle your nostrils.

It wasn’t long before his hand was buried deep in your hair, his fingers cradling the back of your head as his hips began to buck towards your face, trying to hold himself back from full-on fucking your throat, until your fingers wrapped around the back of his thighs, bracing yourself as you gave Javi your silent nod of approval to keep going. Letting a low groan rumble in his chest, his second hand met the one already palming the back of your head, guiding you up and down his cock as he thrust deeper into your throat, tears welling in your eyes and saliva spilling out the corners of your mouth. His tip brushed against your gag reflex, making you dig your fingertips further and further into his skin.

“Oh fuck- this what you wanted, Quierda? To get on your knees and let me- shit, shit, shit- fuck that pretty little mouth of yours like the good girl you are?” Javi hissed through gritted teeth, trying to keep himself together as he watched his length slide in and out of your mouth, tempted to let himself go and spill deep down your throat, watching his spend drip down your lips. But he knew he’d be kicking himself if he wasn’t finishing buried in the depths of your cunt, your warm, wet walls milking him of every last drop, clenching around him as you came.

That was enough to pull him back to his senses, guiding his dick out of your mouth, the two of you catching your breath as you wiped your hand with the back of your mouth in confusion, wondering what had made him back off so quickly.

“Javi, are you okay? Did I do something wr-oh!” You gasped, stumbling as Javi forcefully pulled you to your feet, manhandling you towards your dresser, your mouths becoming a mess of tangled tongues and teeth as your back bumped against the wooden edge. Javi’s hands were under your legs, grabbing you and hosting you up to sit on top of it, ripping your pants and underwear down off your hips and tossing them to the floor.

“I need to be inside you. Fuck, I need to feel you when I fuck you full of me.” He mewled, reaching down to stroke himself as he lined his dick up with your entrance, running his tip through your folds, coating it even more in your slick before sinking himself deep into your pussy, flushing his hips against you as his cock bumped against your cervix. Even though you were already soaking wet, you couldn’t help but whimper at the sweet sting of how full Javi’s stretch made you feel, gripping around the shoulder straps of his tac vest for dear life as he began to thrust in and out of you, already setting a punishing, desperate pace.

You wrapped your legs around the small of his back just under his vest, whimpering and moaning into his shoulder as your buried your face in the crook of his neck the lewd noises of muted moans and slapping skin filling the room as Javi punched into you, his cock splitting you open in the best way possible.

“Javi, oh fuck baby, fuck, you feel so good, oh shit-” You whined, your brain going blank, babbling between moans, already feeling a tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine while Javi’s hands gripped around your hips, holding you in place as he fucked into you hard and deep. Your cunt was starting to clench around his cock, pounding into that sweet spot inside you that had you seeing stars and screaming his name as you could feel yourself coming undone around him.

Rutting your hips against him, the hairs at his base rubbed your clit, the friction giving you just enough stimulation to send you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you with a ferocious intensity, flooding every inch of your body with pleasure.

“That’s it. Give it to me, Hermosa. Fuck- cum all over me baby girl.” Javi hissed through gritted teeth, his words humming deep in his throat as he fucked you through your high, his hands holding you in place as you melted into him, your body going limp as you came. “You gonna give me another one, Querida? Be a good girl and give me one more before I fuck you so full of me, I’ll be dripping out of you for days.”

You were so lost in your pleasure, you couldn’t find any words, simply nodding your head as you moaned into his neck, only starting to come to when you suddenly felt an emptiness in your cunt, Javi pulling out to scoot you off the dresser, guiding your feet to the floor as he turned you over, splaying your chest across the wooden surface and pinning your arms behind your back. Gently nudging your feet wider, you could feel his broad body looming over yours, his hot breath dancing across your neck as he nibbled at your ear.

“You still okay, Osita?”

“Mhmmmm” You whimpered, your body trembling as Javi’s hands ran across your hips, feeling his hard length pressed against your ass, wiggling your bottom half against him, desperate for him to ease the emptiness between your legs again.

“Lemme hear you say it, baby. Tell me how bad you need it.” Javi grunted, now dragging his cock through your folds, teasing your dripping entrance, waiting painfully patiently for your response.

“I need it so bad, Javi, please, please baby.” You moaned, rolling your hips and pushing your ass back on him, doing anything to try and feel him inside you again.

“My needy girl. Shhhhh, it’s okay baby, I’ve got you.” Javi smirked, flushing his hips against your ass as he bottomed out inside you, the fullness making you cry out in pleasure.

He slowly began thrusting in and out of you, dragging his cock along your heat, each stroke punching against your g-spot, so wet that you could hear each rut of his hips as he buried himself deeper and deeper into your hilt.

You were so blissed out, barely hanging by a thread as you felt heat beginning to bloom in your belly once again, that you were resting your head against the dresser, closing your eyes as you felt yourself coming undone. That was until Javi’s firm grasp shifted from pinning your hands behind your back to sliding up your neck, resting his hand under your jaw and forcing your gaze into the mirror on top of your dresser.

Your eyes locked with Javi’s, the reflection of him in his vest towering behind you as he thrusted into you over and over, watching the brown pools of his eyes darken with lust as he watched you slowly begin to come undone under him.

“Eyes on me, baby. Wanna see that pretty face when you cum all over me.”

The image of him was all consuming- His wide shoulders spilling from the sides of the vest, his dark, damp curls sticking to his forehead from the sheen of his sweat that had begun to pool in his brow, the wrecked look painted across his face making you weaker and weaker as you could feel the heat creeping up your legs and through your core.

Reaching back, you grabbed on to the side of his vest, burying your fingers into the thick fabric for dear life as his pace began to quicken, his thrusts becoming faster and sloppier with each snaps of his hips as he felt your pussy fluttering around his length, watching you turn into a puddle below him.

“I know you’re close, baby. C’mon Hermosa, oh shit- give it to me.” Javi grunted, letting his hand drop from your jaw to snake down your body, the pads of his fingers circling your clit with just enough force to have you screaming his name, clenching your cunt around his cock as you came.

“Javi, Javi, oh fuck, fuck, fuck-” You babbled, your eyes practically rolling in the back of your head as Javi began to follow suit, rambling incoherently, chasing his own high.

“I know, baby, I know. Such a good fucking girl, taking me so well. Fuck, oh shit- I’m close, too. Oh, fuck me- Jesus Christ, I’m gonna-ahhhhhh-” With only a few more thrusts, Javi was spilling inside you, his spend pulsing against your walls as he milked himself of every drop he had, his body slumping over yours as your chests rose and fell in sync, trying to catch your breath.

Your legs trembled as the warm mix of your spend trailed down your thighs, only to be caught by his fingers, slowly dragging your combined arousal back up your skin before taking it and pushing it back into your entrance, languidly pulsing his digits in and out of your dripping hole, making a ragged moan fall from your lips as he nipped at your neck, softly sucking at your pulse point.

“Gonna keep you full of me all night, sweet girl, all fucking night.”

“Holy fuck…” You whined, finally catching your breath enough to speak before pushing yourself back up to stand, turning around to grab Javi’s face, pulling him in for an electric, passionate kiss before letting your hands rest on the worn army green of his vest, quietly laughing to yourself in disbelief. “Jesus fucking Christ, Javi.”

“You okay, Osita? Sorry if I got carried away, I just- fuck, seeing how worked up you were, I-”

“Javier Jesús Peña, you better not be apologizing to me for being the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in that goddamn vest. I swear to God, I’m never letting you take that thing off. Well… On second thought, if you don’t take it off I don’t think I will ever be productive ever again because holy shit.”

The two of you couldn’t help but laugh to yourselves as Javi wrapped his arms around your waist, his thumbs tracing soft circles against the bare skin of your hips, looking out at the scattered sea of pants and underwear on the floor that had been quickly left behind during your horny antics.

“Well, if you let me take it off,” Javi grinned, pressing a chast kiss on your cheek and then peppering them towards your lips, “then we can go take a shower to clean up,” he paused again, feeling his smile against your mouth, “we can go break in the bed, and I can return your little favor from earlier since someone was too eager to get dicked down to let me.”

“Oh, shut up, can you blame me? Don’t have to ask me twice.” You giggled, raising a playful eyebrow at Javi. “Just promise me one thing, okay?”

“Of course, Hermosa. Anything.”

“Don’t you ever get rid of that fucking vest, Agent Peña.”

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winchesterszvonecek · 6 months

Note

“Things said between kisses” Prompt List

— "Aren't you afraid of getting seen with me?"

Otis x fem pls 🥰🙂🥰

Btw LOVE AND OBSESSED WITH YOUR BLOG

Lucky - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

Prompt: “Aren’t you afraid of getting seen with me?”

Word Count: 1101

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

A/N: thank you so much anon! it makes me happy to hear people enjoy my blog :)

Masterlist | Otis Masterlist

In house relationships were always risky, you knew that. But at the same time, they could be downright exciting. All the sneaking around. The stolen glances. The secret kisses in the turnout room when no one else was around.

Even the steamy moments in the shower were something that gave you intense butterflies over just how exhilarating they were as anybody could just walk in and overhear you.

It’s what made it fun. The risk of being caught in an otherwise compromising position.

Even though you knew no one would care if you were dating a coworker, given that Casey and Gabby were already out as a couple, you still liked sneaking around with Otis, who you had just started dating thanks to a drunken confession one night at Molly’s.

Only after months of mutual pining.

Another reason why you didn’t exactly need to sneak around as everybody already knew as it wasn’t overly subtle when you both snuck off within minutes of each other and came back all sweaty and flustered.

But you enjoyed it. And so did Otis. Or at least, you thought he did as he’d been the one to suggest you both keep your relationship a secret in the first place.

Little did you know however, he’d only suggested that as he was a little worried you’d be embarrassed to be seen with him let alone be seen kissing him.

You were way out of his league, he knew that. He was lifting above his weight and when you confessed you had feelings for him he almost thought he’d died and gone to heaven. But then he woke up beside you the next morning, finding that you were still completely head over heels for him even without the copious amounts of alcohol you’d both consumed.

Otis had never felt more lucky than he’d been that day which is exactly why he didn’t want to risk anything to make you second guess your decision to be with him and if that meant keeping the others in the dark about your relationship, then so be it.

“What are you doing?” Otis whispered, glancing around him as you pushed him gently up against the truck, having to place his hands on your waist yourself as he was too worried about someone catching you.

You’d never been this close to one another on the apparatus floor before and with the Squad table just behind the truck you had him pinned to? The risk of exposure was at an all time high and Otis couldn’t help but feel his stomach begin to tighten.

“Kissing my boyfriend, what does it look like?” You chuckled playfully, yet quietly, capturing his lips in yours and finding yourself a little confused when he didn’t kiss back right away.

Eventually he did though, after a good few seconds longer than normal. Normally they might have worried you, but you just chalked it up to him being nervous about getting caught, especially when his hands slinked further around your waist to pull you flush against his body.

“Right here?” Otis exhaled, his hot breath puffing out across your lips in a way that sent a shiver right down your spine. “Right on the middle of the apparatus floor? Where anyone could walk by and see us?”

“What?” You pulled your lip between your teeth, a sly grin rising on them the minute it popped free. “Are you scared of getting caught?”

“No.” Otis scoffed out, as nonchalantly as he could as he was scared of getting caught. Just not for the reason you thought.

You pulled him towards you again, your hand slinking round the back of his head to thread through his thick curls, feeling the softness of them around your fingers as you kissed him again.

You always loved his kisses. How gentle he was. How loving and passionate each one was, even if it was only a small peck there was still so much feeling and emotion packed in there and you felt more than lucky to end up on the receiving end of them.

Even the slight roughness of his moustache against your skin was something you craved. Something you longed to feel which is exactly why you’d cornered him out here, as you found yourself unable to wait for a time when you were alone.

“It’s just…” Otis began, hesitantly as he couldn’t help but feel pathetic for even asking you this. “Aren’t you afraid of getting seen with me?”

“What?” You pulled back further, your brow deeply furrowed over your confusion filled eyes. “Why would I be afraid to be seen with you?”

“Because I’m me.” Otis replied shyly, his head dropping out of embarrassment and you could see the slight flush of scarlet rise to his cheeks. “Because you’re out of my league and I’m lifting way above my weight class in thinking I can keep you.”

“Oh, baby.” You said softly, your heart almost breaking at his confession. You lifted your free hand, cupping his face gently and raising it to meet yours again. “You are far too hard on yourself, Brian… Because you…”

You ran your thumb lightly down his lips, taking a second to simply suck in a breath as you wouldn’t lie, you felt a little teary that he had such fears about your relationship.

“You are the sweetest, kindest, most caring guy I have ever had the pleasure of being with. Not to mention you’re incredibly cute… Incredibly handsome… With a killer moustache I might add.” You chuckled softly, feeling your heart warm when his face twitched beneath your touch as he smiled. “And I would be proud to show you off as mine.”

“You’re amazing, you know that right?” Otis whispered, swallowing thickly as he didn’t want to show how badly your words made him want to cry a little. “And I’m so lucky that you’re letting me be the one you would show off as yours… If that makes sense, it sounded better in my head.”

“It made perfect sense…” You smiled, before your eyebrow raised a little and you chuckled. “I think… But I get what you mean anyway… Now, what do you say you let me drag you inside…”

“Say more.” Otis pulled you tighter against him, his scheming eyes glistening with excitement.

“Normally I would be saying more.” You laughed, grazing your thumb down his lips once again before kissing him softly. “But this time I’m thinking more along the lines of letting me drag you inside so I can tell everyone in there that I’m yours… And that you’re mine.”

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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hiii~ can you please do a dark sinister strange x reader?? pls i really need it😩😩i love emo stephen sm and im so desperate for a dark fic of him. maybe reader could be in christine’s position? where stephen is so obsessed with bringing her back. except that, this time (kind) stephen failed to protect reader from (evil) stephen and (evil) stephen managed to have her

Don’t Blame Me

Sinister Strange x Reader

A/N: Sorry for the lazy writing lol. Also, Don't Blame Me is his anthem, change my mind.

Summary: The Darkhold exacts a heavy toll, and Stephen decided he’d pay it the world, the universe – if it meant having you back in his arms.

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, gaslighting, manipulation, obsessive behavior, Stockholm syndrome

The Darkhold exacts a heavy toll, and Stephen decided he’d pay it the world, the universe – if it meant having you back in his arms.

Stephen Strange is the Sorcerer Supreme – he wields the power of the gods. What man wouldn’t be happy, contented?

But it drives him crazy, because for all this power that he holds, why wasn’t he able to save you? Why was the multiverse so cruel, that not even in one of the infinite universes, he couldn’t find one where he was happy, where he is with the person that he loves the most?

Stephen has the power of the gods. He is a god, and he’ll do anything to get you back. He’d cross the line by using dark magic, waste his time studying, and lose his mind every time he loses you time and time again. He’d go as far as killing his variants.

Love has just made him crazy and no one could ever blame him for that.

It’s been some time since Stephen had come up to meet this universe’s Strange, so despite the eerily scary ambiance of the Sanctum, you put on your brave face and followed him inside.

Goosebumps form on your skin as you ascend the grand staircase, which looks like it ends up in the clouds, not to mention the boundless sea that stretches to the horizon.

As you arrived at the study, you caught a glimpse of a man’s silhouette by the large window, presumably this universe’s Stephen. But where is your Stephen? “Hello?”

He slowly turned around, confirming your hunch. “Stephen…?” you whispered, uncertainty lacing your voice. He doesn’t look that different, but he sure looks grim. His eyes, though the same cerulean ones, feels darker, just like this world. However, as he watches you, a glimpse of excitement shone through, and you daresay the life in them were slowly reappearing.

The man’s heart leaped as he heard your voice, calling his name. Oh, how he longed for this moment to happen. There you are, the love of his life, in the flesh. After everything, he thought he wouldn’t be able to see you, hold you again.

“I fought so hard to get you, and thank heavens I can finally rest,” Stephen responded, his voice deep and hoarse, but he said it with so much passion it left you wondering, what happened to your variant?

As if he could read your thoughts, he continued. “Y/N L/N got in a car accident. I was driving and stupid me, I didn’t notice the truck coming behind us,” he walks towards you at a slow pace. “She died.”

Your eyes widened in that information, equal shock and devastation flooding your chest. A little part of you though was relieved that it didn't happen to you.

“I tried everything to get her back, to save her. I rewound time, after time to prevent that accident from happening and I still couldn’t save her. Your death in this universe was an absolute point in time. I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it. So I sought other ways. I looked into the multiverse to see if we could have had a life where we’re happy, where I have you…” he paused, the dreamy look in his eyes fading as he pressed on. “But as you can see, I have failed over and over, and over. Until now.”

Stephen stopped in his tracks, standing close to you. It gave you the perfect view of his face, the sullen look, the deep bags under his eyes. The implication of the last part of his statement has flown over your head as something inside you wants to caress his cheek if it gave a little sense of comfort.

Stephen.

“Where’s Doctor Strange? The- the Stephen that I’m with?”

His eyes averted yours, looking down at his feet. “He’s gone.”

“What?! What do you mean, gone?”

“Doctor Strange isn’t here anymore, in this universe. He went back to yours.”

Excuse me?

“How- what exactly happened here?”

“He needed to use the Darkhold to get home, and I let him. In exchange for you.”

You gaped at him incredulously. You were unable to get a word out about how absurd and outlandish this was. Turning your back to him, you paced back and forth to let it sink in your mind.

“There has to be a mistake. He… he won’t just leave me here alone,” your voice cracks, on the verge of sobbing.

“But you’re not alone! I’m here with you. You don’t have to worry about me leaving you, ever, Y/N.”

“You have to help me return to my home, too. We still have to stop Wanda, I- I have to help them. I have to go back, please.”

Stephen was getting pissed. You’re not listening to him.

“I’ve dedicated myself to you! It’s only fair that you do the same,” he had raised his voice, making you snap out of your thoughts.

He rubbed his temple. “I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you. It just makes me sad that you don’t want to be with me. Don’t you love me? Don't you dream of spending the rest of your life with me?”

You froze on your spot, the feelings that you have for Stephen that you desperately try to suppress and tramp down for the past few years coming out in the open at his words.

It wasn't unrequited – it was a case of right person wrong time, or something along those lines – but is there ever a right time in a world that needs constant saving? Where countless threats might jeopardize your reality, there was simply no time and space for extraneous things like love in your line of work, Stephen himself had said. It’s too much of a risk.

It was hard, working to save the universe side-by-side with the person you love protecting the realm, the reality, while seeing others have and live that normal life that you couldn’t have, probably won’t ever have.

But in a world that is beyond saving, where there's no threat that looms over apart from its imminent collapse – and just until then, will you be able to live that life you always wanted?

Time in this universe has proven pointless and irrelevant as the never-ending gloomy skies surrounded the city and the Sanctum, making it hard to tell if it was morning or night, not that it matter anyway.

Stephen would sometimes cast an illusion to give you a false sense of normalcy, and there are times that you would get lost in temporary bliss, this twisted fantasy of having a domestic life with the man you love. There are times that you’d stare at the dark clouds of matter as it collapses.

You’ve given up on tracking how many days you’ve been here, the little flame of your hope slowly diminishing as days go by. Sleepless nights were spent crying, trying to escape from this haunted place, resenting your Stephen, and pleading with his counterpart to show you a peek of your universe–just so you could see your home one last time.

What happened to Stephen and Wong? America and Wanda? You were assuming that they had succeeded in preventing Wanda wreak havoc in the multiverse. They have to if it had cost you your freedom, or else all of this would be in naught.

This Stephen was… still Stephen, yet it feels like he isn’t. No words can really describe it. Those parts of him that you know so well, and love, would always shine through the cracks of his seemingly much darker personality, but often you could feel fear bubbling into your chest because he displays a behavior you can’t quite place. But you remembered that he is the guardian of the Darkhold, and he has read and used it, therefore making him corrupted.

So you blamed it all on the book of the damned and tried to look past his uncharacteristic actions. He is still Stephen, after all.

Above all that, he won’t just leave you alone in a destroyed universe without even so much as a goodbye. And in the back of your messed up mind, you found it very romantic that this Stephen was willing to fall from his grace just for you.

“This happened to your universe because of your incursions… for me?”

“It doesn't matter what happens to them as long as it means to have you.”

That was probably the most soul-stirring words someone has ever said to you.

Every day you would ask Stephen to open the Darkhold and let you see your universe. The first few tries; he was politely declining you or would divert the conversation. Few more tries, he raised his voice at you, something your Strange has never done – and you recoiled in fear, running away as much as possible from him. He never stopped you from leaving the Sanctum, he let you run free on the desolated streets of New York City.

You would find him offering his hand to you as you fall to your knees, realizing you’ve been running in circles, and there’s nowhere to go.

You didn’t know what had made him change his mind, because after reluctantly asking him one more time, Stephen relented.

And this time, you wish he didn’t. You wish he just continued rejecting your request until you got really tired of asking.

What you saw… shattered your already broken heart.

Through that red ball of magic, you let your tears silently fall as you watch your Stephen, smile and stare lovingly as he does to you, at this woman who you’ve never seen in your life.

You weren’t sure how long has it been that you were here, and you don’t want to care anymore, seeing as he had evidently moved on with that gorgeous blonde woman. He has no plans of rescuing you from this universe. He’s probably forgotten about your entire existence.

The man on your side scoffed and was about to speak, but as he looked at you, at the pain etched on your face, and the way you were tightly holding into his arm, he chose not to.

“This is why I’m not letting you see him.”

“You… knew?” that prompted you to look up at him.

“I took a peek at your universe last time. I didn’t want to tell you because I know it’ll break your heart. Do you understand now?” his large hands cupped your jaw, wiping your tears with his thumb. “I was saving you from heartbreak, Y/N.”

“I can’t believe it- I thought he…”

“You really think he’s going to save you? That he loves you? Darling, he was ready to give you up to save the multiverse,” he gently tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.”

His words hit too close to home, making tears fall more uncontrollably.

“Don’t shed a tear over someone who isn't worthy of you! Come on, you know how much I hate seeing you cry. You’re not pretty when you cry.”

You nodded, accepting the handkerchief Stephen conjured from thin air.

“Stop crying about him and let me hold you.”

The sobs reduced to sniffles, the intense emotion you had felt cooling down a bit. You sheepishly closed the small distance between you, resting your head against Stephen’s broad chest.

He let out a long, deep sigh as if he just finished a long journey.

A Cheshire cat grin broke across his face as your arms wrapped around him, his hand coming up to caress your hair. He was worried that he made the wrong decision of not killing that Stephen, but for once he was glad that he didn’t.

He has no idea who that woman was, or if his variant had really moved on from you. All he knows is that letting you see for yourself that your Stephen doesn’t want you anymore, that he was the only one who would truly love you was a God-given gift. The timing was impeccable as if the multiverse had let it happen.

Now, you would never ask of him or anything about your universe. He would never let you go through that pain again. No one would be able to hurt you, as long you’re with him.

You’d never think of leaving, of running away. He will make sure that you won’t think of anything but him, and him only. He will finally get his life-long obsession dream to spend the rest of his life with you, his beloved.

“No one will ever love you the way I do.”

You’re back in his arms. Finally, Stephen has found the beauty of this destroyed universe.

“This is your new home, our home.”

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 30. brb x oc

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Beatrice watched with wide eyes as Bradley chatted with the man inside the taco truck as if they were close friends in full Spanish. He spoke so smoothly, no accent at all. Since Spanish was somewhat similar to Italian she could understand a few words, but not the whole sentence.

He would switch back into English to ask her what she wanted then go right back to Spanish without missing a beat. She just stood there,dumbfounded, thinking that the possibility of Bradley getting even more attractive went up exponentially. He thanked the man after grabbing the tray with their tacos, quesabirria for both of them with a side of fries and soda, before they went to the picnic styled tables not too far from the food truck.

Once they were seated, Beatrice couldn’t help herself, “I had no idea you spoke Spanish.” she says, bringing her own plate closer to herself while Bradley chuckles as he pops his soda open, “I–since when??”

“Oh, it’s been a while.” he replies, bringing the soda to his lips to take a sip, then setting it aside when he was done, “A few years.”

Beatrice supported her chin on her hand, furrowing her eyebrows as she was still digesting the information that her incredibly handsome boyfriend spoke another language. She lowered her hand once she felt she stood there looking at him dumbly for too long, “I…” he looked up from his plate, giving her a little smile that clearly showed he was more than pleased about her reaction, “It’s…nice.” and very attractive “I-It’s very nice…”

Bradley didn’t even try to hold back the full blown grin, licking his thumb clean from the consommé as he opened the lid, “Thank you, babe. It took me a while to get this good.” her cheeks are such a sweet pinkish red color as she opens the little container on her side as well.

There’s something about Beatrice still being affected by him even after their time together that’s so fascinating to him. While he doesn’t blush like she does whenever she’s cute with him, he is just as smitten by her presence. It was very nice for his ego, he couldn’t lie.

And when she says she likes one of his favorite foods, the ego burst doubles in size. She does get a bit messy, there’s consommé all over her lips but she is doing that little dance you do when you like a food, moving side to side with her cheeks full. It was a bit colder, he had to admit he was starting to get bothered about it a bit, but the heat from the food truck behind them and the lights above their heads helped keep the warmth.

They talk for a good while, almost reminding him of their first date together at the Trooper diner. Maybe it was the way she still sounded excited when talking about her personal interests or it was just the way her cheeks reddened too, but it brought back great memories.

And that kiss, whew, he dreamt about that kiss for days after it happened. That red lipstick made her mouth appear like fresh berries. She was just wearing a light lip gloss now, one that gave her lips a light pink sheen, but he couldn’t help but look down towards her mouth from time to time.

“You have a bachelor degree in Political Science?” Beatrice repeats, wide eyes looking right at him, “I had no idea! Brad! You never told me!”

“I told you now, gorgeous.” he replies, smiling while wiping his lips then his hands, laughing at the way her eyes narrowed at him, “I mean, I don’t usually tell a lot of people. It’s in my file and you know, sometimes it’s a good conversation starter.”

Beatrice then rolled her eyes with a smile, “Still! I think it’s very interesting.” she says sweetly, “Did you like it?”

“I didn’t hate it.” he says with a shrug, “It was interesting, it definitely helped me when I entered the Navy.”

Beatrice looked at him with amazement, leaning her chin on her palm as he explained it, “Well, I think it’s really cool.” she smiles, then looks down at her plate sheepishly, “I majored in Art at Northride College…I really liked it. it’s what I’ve been wanting to do for so long, you know? It’s where I met Shells and Ev, and the other girls too. I think–” she pauses, thinking about it for a few seconds, “I think it was the best time of my life. I had broken up with Eric, I moved out of my parents’ house and moved to campus and I experienced a lot of stuff I’ve never imagined.”

Bradley smiles at how her eyes shine when talking about it, she’s so proud of herself he couldn’t help but be proud of her too. He knew how much pressure her family had put on her, honestly after meeting them he could understand why she’d feel so relieved to do something for herself. “I mean,I’ve seen some stuff you did. You are incredibly talented.” he says, bringing the soda to his lips, “But there’s still the one you don’t want to show me because it’s a surprise…”

Bea chuckles, “It’s true! I am my worst critic and it has to be perfect!”

“It could literally be a stick figure Bea, I’d still think it’s incredible.” he says after putting the soda aside, “But,I will respect that and give you time so you can show me whenever you want.”

“Thank you,Roos.” her cheeks reddened yet again, taking another bite of her taco with a little smile. “I was also,” she begins, after swallowing, “Part of the Mountain Rams club with Ev, we used to go hiking and camping all around California.”

Rooster blinked, it was like the cupid shot him in the heart again. She likes video games, she’s sweet and she likes nature and hiking? He almost felt like he was losing his mind because Beatrice was literally just perfect for him, “I didn’t know you liked that kind of stuff.”

“I love it, to be honest!” she smiles, “Me and Ev went up to San Gabriel Mountains once, we met some Pomona college students too and we had tea together while sharing stories about our colleges. It was so fun.”

“You know, I thought there was no way I’d fall even more in love with you, then you drop that?” he whistles low, pressing his hand over his heart, “Babe, you’ll never get rid of me. We could go hiking together sometime.”

Her green irises sparkled with interest, “I’d love that! I haven’t hiked in so long! Shells never wants to go with me,” she rolls her eyes, “She used to be part of the Debate club, she says she can handle climbing words but not climbing hills…she even said how weird it was that I joined the hiking club instead of the singing club.”

He had the memory of when Shells sent him the Karaoke video, which he still had in his phone because he just couldn’t stop looking at how beautiful Beatrice was, and noticed how Beatrice had a certain intonation that went higher than the normal karaoke goer. He also heard her hum songs often, her voice even without being sung had a lot more power than he ever heard, “You do have a nice voice.” she disagrees without saying anything, shaking her head, “You do, though.”

“I’m as tuned as a screaming cat.” she laughs, looking at her hands, “I’m not that good, I like singing but– you know? It’s not like I’m the new Adele or whatever.”

Bradley supported his chin on his hand, keeping his eyes on her with a little smile,”I think you are tuned, I mean…you scream my name really nicely–Ow!” The subtle kick on his shin under the table makes him stop and laugh quietly, covering his mouth with the hand that once supported his chin, Beatrice’s wide eyed stare only making him laugh even harder.

“Bradley! We are surrounded by people!” she chastised in a whisper, then her gaze softened, “I’m sorry for kicking you, are you okay?”

“You can always kiss it better.”

“Bradley.”

He laughs silently, his shoulders shaking as he tries to hold back the pure amusement darting through him, “Whaat? I’m not lying, am I?” his girlfriend says nothing, but her face turns a bright scarlet as she eats the final pieces of her taco, chewing it so she wouldn’t bother with a reply, “It’s really nice.” she glares at him by the corner of her eye, turning her head to face the sky above them.

He stops after a while, finishing his own dinner before they decide to leave. He thanked the people in the food truck, again in perfect Spanish, before they walked back to the Bronco. He couldn’t help but give her butt a little tap when she walked around him to enter the car, laughing to himself at her straightened up - and wide eyed - position, with the quiet ‘Bradley!’ coming out of her mouth.

“So, do you want to go home yet?” he asks, resting the inside of his wrist on the wheel as he leans back on the seat. She takes a while to reply and a small part of him worries she’s actually mad at him. He relaxes when Beatrice says she doesn’t feel like going home yet but what could they do?

He smirks, “Well, I think I have an idea.”

“No!”

“What? Come on!” he calls, beckoning her close “It’s okay!”

They were both outside the base, well, sort of.She was outside, Bradley managed to get one of the back gates open - she had no idea who he talked to or what he did to achieve that- and he was partially inside with his arm stretched towards her, “Bradley! Is this even legal?” she asks quietly, almost hiding herself behind his car.

“Babe, I work here.” he beckons her again, “Come on! It’ll be fine!”

Beatrice looks back towards the base, then at him then to her surroundings. She clenches her eyes, muttering to herself before she walks from around the car to grab his hand. She makes a worried noise when the gates click shut and lock, standing closer to his torso with a deep frown. The base was massive and at night it was almost impossible to see what was going on, she could only see silhouettes of buildings and the faint lights that illuminate specific areas in the distance.

“Where are we going?” she asks quietly, still looking around herself, “Brad! You didn’t say if this was legal or not!”

“It’ll be fine.”

“That’s not an answer!” Bea reprimanded quietly, hugging his arm while being on edge, every little sound making her head snap up in worry. What was he thinking? What was she thinking? She could be responsible for making him lose his job! Oh no, they had to go back before anyone noticed them. But moving Bradley back was a chore, he was muscular and taller than she was, so it was like a chihuahua trying to yank a rottweiler away from their bowl of food.

She gave up with another worried noise, walking alongside him. He was so relaxed, strutting like nothing could affect him unlike his girlfriend who was just freaking out inside, “We’re almost there.”

“Where is almost there?” she replied in a quiet voice, frowning more the deeper they got into the base, “Bradley, where are we going?”

“Just a few more minutes, gorgeous.”

Beatrice groaned, pressing her forehead to his bicep and deciding to not look to wherever he was taking them or else she’d have a full blown panic attack thinking they could get caught. But she does pay attention when he stops and there’s a click, being followed by the sound of something opening and they go back to walking.

She feels no more wind around herself, so she could only assume they were indoors. Blinking, she lifts her head from his arm to look around, seeing they were in a room surrounded by lockers. She continues looking around, rubbing her fingers together as she takes in the area she’s currently in, stopping at Rooster who’s leaning his shoulder against one of the metal doors and is smiling at her “...Why are we here?”

Rooster shrugs, pushing himself away from the door, “Felt like it, I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” She watches him fidget with the upper compartment of his locker, a smaller door that creaks open. He reaches inside with both hands, whatever was inside shining under the light above their heads. A helmet, not any helmet, but his helmet.

She gasps softly, approaching him to have a better look, seeing his call sign written right in golden yellow letters, “Woah…” she whispers, looking down their distorted reflection on the dark visor, not seeing how Bradley’s eyes softened while looking down at her, “This is your helmet.”

“Yep,” he says, offering towards her, “Here, hold it.”

Beatrice stares at it for a few seconds, “What if I drop it?” she murmurs, seriously worried and looking up at his expression, frowning when he looks weirdly entertained, “I’m serious! What if I drop it?”

“Gorgeous this thing handles more than you can imagine. Dropping won’t change anything.” he bounced the helmet in his hands, “Believe me. Just hold it.” she still gives him a weary look, but her smaller hands cup the sides of the helmet to bring up to her line of vision. Her worried façade turned into one of wonder, tilting the helmet this way and that to see every part of it.

Rooster’s chest bloomed with affection at how careful she was being, running her fingers on his call sign with a little smile, “Try it on.” she snaps her head up at him, her smile faltering. She laughs softly, furrowing her eyebrows in an ‘are you serious?’ expression, but he just nods to the helmet “I’m serious, go on.”

“I…” she looks down at it, his call sign yellow and bright staring back at her, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, here,” he picks the helmet from her hands, “I’ll help you. Pull your hair up in a low bun.” she blinks up at him but does as he says, pulling the brown tresses up so the bun would stay low on her nape. “There you go, now,” he lifts the helmet up to her head, not being able to contain his laughter when she follows the movement with her eyes, uncertainty all over her green irises, “Bea, it’s fine. Just relax.”

“It’s easy for you to say.” it's a weak chuckle that comes out of her, but she lets him slide the helmet on her head. It was already heavy in her hands, clearly meant to protect the pilot after all, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. She blinks up at him with a smile, feeling him fix it for a few more seconds then pulling his hands back.

Rooster couldn’t help the grin on his face when he stepped back to have a better look, the helmet wasn’t too big so it stayed in place as she touched it. His stomach fluttered with the same butterflies when they had their first date, adoring her just by existing and being there.

This whole ordeal was risky, but Mav was anything but reliable. The older man just told him to go for it and he’d deal with everything else later. “You look good. How is it? Uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s fine.” she replies, “Your voice is just a bit muffled though.” she looks around a bit once she drops the visor down, not being able to stop herself from doing so, “Woah, this is so cool.”

“Now you know how I feel most of the time.” he says, following her line of vision as she continues turning around with the visor down.

“You know something I never asked you?’ she begins, only the lower part of her face showing as she gestures in his direction, “Why is your callsign Rooster?”

He chuckles, running his hand through his hair as he leans against his locker with his shoulder, “It’s because I wait for the right moment during a fight, just like a rooster does to the sun.” he explains, still looking at her with a smile on his face.

“Ooohh,” she nods, then flips the visor back up to expose her big eyes looking back at him, “I don’t know why I thought it was because you like waking up early. I guess it made sense in my head.” She made no other movements to remove the helmet, so he didn’t do anything either.

She then opened her mouth to speak,but her face got bright tomato red so she just looked down at her feet instead, ignoring his confused look. “What?”

“Nothing! Nothing at all!” she said quickly, pulling the helmet off her head and giving it back to him with her face still red. She tried to comb her hair down as she pulled it out of the bun, still not meeting his eyes, “Just…thinking…”

“Thinking, huh?” he repeats, placing the helmet back into his locker, “What could you be thinking that made your face turn so red?” In response she inhaled sharply with her cheeks turning bright crimson, “Ohh, Bea, were you thinking something naughty? Because if you were, I want to know.”

“I…it was just…something that popped up, nothing more.” she replied, playing with the ends of her flannel sleeves, thinking that the floor was more interesting than the thought that the reason Rooster got his callsign was anything but innocent. She hated her brain sometimes. He didn’t have to know that!

But boy did he want to know what she was thinking about, closing his locker to step closer to her fidgeting form before tilting her chin up, “I promise not to tell anyone.” he teases, enjoying her indignant little huff as she looks back down to the ground, “...oh,fine, don’t tell me. I guess I’ll have to yank it out of you when we leave.” she knew he meant in the less than Christian way too, making her face flame up even more, “But, come on, there’s something else I want to show you.”

She blinks up at him, then takes his hand as he leads them out of the locker room and out another door. She just looks around the darkened hallways in amazement, the roar of the ocean seeming louder in such a silent area like this, their footsteps being the only thing she could hear besides the sea hitting the base.

He stops in front of her when they reach the end of the large hallway, before he opened a door she had no idea it was there. He steps in first, looking back at her so she could come inside as well, smiling when her eyes focused at the large silhouette. “Roos, is this–”

“Sure is.”

His fighter jet, which was under maintenance because of the last mission, stood proudly in the middle of the empty room. Beatrice tilted her head up, that thing was so massive she felt her vertebrae hurt from looking up for so long. There is a sliver of moonlight that shines through one of the high windows, illuminating the plane for her eyes to see, “Wow…” she hovered her hands on the side of it, looking back at Rooster, “Can I…? Touch it?”

“Go ahead.” he says, approaching her slowly, “I’m sure the plane won’t mind it.”

Beatrice looks up to the jet again, pressing her palm to the curved metal with her eyes wide. She had never gotten so close to something like this, running her hand over the surface, feeling where the iron was melded together then touching the underside of the wing with her fingertips. “I can’t believe you control this.” she whispers, “It’s—it’s huge.”

Rooster walked up by her side, his own hand following the same path her hand did before patting the metal fondly, “Yeah, it sure is a big asshole this one.” Bea looks up at him with a questioning gaze, “But it can be managed, with enough care and training.”

“Still, it’s amazing that you guys do this.” she replies, almost petting the side of the plane as if it was a dog, “I don’t think I could ever do it.”

“I think you’d be good.” she makes a disbelieved sound, “I mean, you are smart, you pay attention to your surroundings, you’d be a good pilot.”

“I’d be a pilot with severe anxiety Roos,” she laughs, “But thanks, I’m honored you think I could ever fly something like this.”

“You flew your way into my heart, gorgeous.” he says smoothly, leaning down to press a kiss to her warm cheek, “Like the angel you are.” Angel? That 's new. She dragged her eyes up to meet his, about to ask him where that came from but he beat her to it. ‘That’d be your callsign too. Because you can’t be from this world.”

Beatrice’s mouth drops open and she laughs quietly, quickly slapping a hand over her mouth in fear someone could hear her, “I thought I was a fairy?” she says softly, looking at him from the corner of her eye, “You always call me that.”

“Angel works just as fine. I can come up with more if you want to.”

Bea looks down at her feet with a shy smile, “I wouldn’t mind.” is her whispered response.

Bradley chuckles, dropping his hand from touching the plane to step back, holding her hand in his, “Come on, we better go now.” He isn't in a hurry, he just comments as if he’s telling her about the weather. Beatrice nods, letting him guide her all the way through again.

There’s a figure wandering by in the distance and she freezes, “Roos,” she calls quietly, but he doesn’t stop, even if she drags her own feet back hoping they could hide somewhere. The figure suddenly brings up a flashlight, shining right in their faces and Beatrice couldn’t help but scream and hide herself behind Rooster.

They were caught. Oh no, oh no! He’d lose everything he worked for, he–

“Jesus, Mav,” comes Rooster’s voice above her, one of his hands shielding his squinting eyes, “You don’t have fucking blind me?”

Mav? Pete?

The older pilot flicks the lantern off, smirking at the two, “Just wanted to check your reflexes.” he tilts his head, seeing Beatrice’s body slowly creeping out from behind Rooster, “Hi, Beatrice.”

“H-Hi Mav.”

Maverick walks back to the gate that immediately unlocks and he pulls it back enough for them to walk out of the base, him right behind. Beatrice notices that behind Rooster’s Bronco there’s a bike she hadn’t noticed before, a bike that belongs to no one other than Pete Mitchell, “I hope you kids had fun,” Pete says, waiting for the gates to click and lock, sliding something in his back pocket, “As short as it was.”

Beatrice just looks at him with wide eyes, then turns her head to Bradley who is looking right down at her, “We did,” her boyfriend replies, “But we better go now. Thanks again,Mav.” She watches as Rooster engulfs Maverick in a hug, the older man clapping the other pilot in the back in a fatherly embrace. Beatrice is still trying to understand what happened but she too hugs Maverick in thanks, hurriedly entering the truck behind Rooster.

Maverick stands in front of the Bronco when the lights come up, squinting in surprise but throwing out a ‘fair enough’ as he looks at the two. He salutes them off, his body getting smaller and smaller as Rooster reverses the car off and back into the road. Beatrice couldn’t help but look behind herself to the base once they were far enough, ‘“Is Mav going to be okay?”

“Yeah, you’d be surprised at the type of shit he pulled over the years.” her boyfriend chuckles, “This was child’s play.” she hums, falling back to her seat and trying to hold back a yawn, “Someone is tired.”

“A little,” she smiles, the fatigue finally keeping up with her after getting so nervous while sneaking inside, “But I had fun.”

“Yeah?”

“I always have fun with you.”

Rooster exhales something, smiling cutely as he drives the car one handedly, using the other hand to support his weight against the window sill and cover the lower part of his face. He’s shaking his head diminutively, but she could see his cheeks were flexed in a grin. He laughed breathlessly, the lights outside giving him a yellowish orange glow but not enough to show how his own cheeks seemed to darken over her words.

“I am,” he begins once he drops the hand from his face, “Going to kiss you so much once we get to your house.”

Beatrice giggled, her body relaxing on the drive back, “I can’t wait.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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morgue-ratt · 2 years

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26. "Why are you crying?" And 27. "You took the condom off" with Lester for forced pregnancy/breeding pls

I guess Creepy Lester is just my brand now, can't say I mind.

1200+ words, AFAB reader, NSFW obviously

Noncon, toxic relationship. I didn't take the exact words, I feel like they had to be changed slightly but the gist is there.

Lester Sinclair in Happiest Man in the World

LESTER wanted to spend every possible moment with you. Of course, every possible moment was really only a few lunch dates a week and maybe an overnight at your place when the stars aligned. It wasn’t his fault and you tried not to take it too hard; between his family and his job, Lester Sinclair was a busy man and he lived so far away it just wasn’t feasible to see him more than you did. Really, when you looked back it was just luck that you’d met him at all. It’d been the end of a long shift and you were in the diner parking lot when Jonsey—the little matchmaker—ran right into you with Lester in tow, only a few seconds behind, calling for her.

He was so apologetic, falling over himself and assuring you that he usually was so much more well behaved but Jonsey had darted out of his truck. There was something so immediately endearing about him that you couldn’t help but laugh.

It had been nearly a year since than and you still thought Lester was the sweetest thing on the Earth. He always brought you gifts, wind chimes and sculptures he made of bones he found along the roadside, flowers, assorted baking projects. He had a smile like a shooting star, it always seemed magical no matter how many times you saw it.

Today was one of Lester’s days off. One of the few days where neither his job nor his family needed anything from him so you two were free to spend it together. You’d never met Lester’s brothers but he talked about them from time to time; Vincent the artist and Bo, who you thought asked too much of your Lester. Under all the grime and sweat, there were always circles beneath his eyes. But now was not the day. Lester told you a week prior and you were so excited you’d gone out and bought a new dress, pale yellow. When Lester saw you in it, he whistled and you laughed; “Stop it,”

“Can’t help it, beautiful. Lookatcu.” You kissed his stubbled cheek and piled into the truck. “Left Cupid at home,” Lester explained, using the nickname you used for Jonesy after she had introduced you two. “Since it’s a picnic an’ all.”

“A picnic?” You beamed. It explained the large wicker basket on the seat between you.

“Figured... since the weather’s been good. Might as well take advantage.” He had seemed nervous but at your clear excitement he was suddenly surer of himself. He may not have realized himself, but you filled him with confidence more than anything else.

Lester had a special spot picked, out of town about 20 minutes and off the road. He realized a little too late that he should’ve set up the picnic beforehand but you didn’t mind taking turns carrying the picnic basket down the path. It really was a beautiful spot, green grass and daises under a large tree that sighed in the breeze and far enough from the road that you didn’t hear the few cars speeding past.

Lester spread out a yellow and white quilt and made sure you were comfortable before setting up lunch; two sandwich for each of you, pasta salad, a half dozen mini tarts, small enough to fit in your palm and a bottle of sparkling white wine. “It ain’t champagne.” He told you. “But the guy at the store told me, it’s still pretty good.”

You gave him a long kiss before cupping his cheek; “It’s all perfect.”

You two ate, you hadn’t eaten since the night before. When all was gone except the wine, you laid down on the blanket and closed your eyes. You sighed happily as Lester started to stroke your hair. “Yer so beautiful.” You felt him movie, positioning himself above you and momentarily blocking the sunlight as he leaned over you and kissed your cheeks and down your neck. “Look at this dress... ‘m so lucky to have you.”

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close. “You’re beautiful too,” You whispered, loving how his cheeks turned pink at your praise.

Lester grabbed the helm of your dress and pulled it up before sitting back and pulling your legs up around his hips. He started to pull down his pants and get himself out of his briefs. “Do you...” He looked at you expectantly. “You know... do you have a condom?” He gave you a lopsided grin. “Sweetheart, we can’t.” Lester leaned on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he hooked his thumb in the waistband of your sea foam panties. “Lester, we can’t--”

“Why’s that, sugar?” There was something teasing in his voice.

“I’m serious, we--” He kissed your lips and pulled away slowly.

“Don’tcu worry, darlin’. Don’tchu worry, I’ll take care of you.” You put your hands flat against his chest and he pulled away, only long enough for him to pull off the stained wife beater and pinning you against the blanket. “Love you so much.”

There was a tight feeling in your chest. “Les, I don’t like this.”

“C’mon,” Lester whined, lining himself up with your entrance, stroking his shaft and running his thumb along the head of his cock, already dripping. “Did all this for ya, ya can do this fer me.” He thrust into you unexpectedly and you let out a pained, choked sound that Lester misinterpreted. “See, see? Don’t I always make ya feel good?” He seethed himself fully inside you and you cried out louder.

“Lester, please. Please stop.” You couldn’t keep the desperation out of your voice, it was all happening so fast.

He didn’t stop, he covered your throat in feather light kisses—just like he knew you liked, until you sighed. “Aw, darlin’. Just relax, everything’s alright.” When you looked away all you saw was green grass and daises. Far enough from the road that you couldn’t see the cars.

And there wasn’t anyone to see you.

Lester took your jaw firmly and made you face him, those sweet eyes you so loved; “C’mon darlin’, what’s the matter?” You didn’t know what to say as your tears blurred your vision. “Aw, sugar, why ya cryin’? I’m right here.” Lester’s hold on your hips was getting tighter, bruising, as he got closer to his orgasm.

Closer to finishing inside of you.

You tried again to push him off, going so far as to scratch his broad chest as deep as you dared but it only spurred him on, speeding up his erratic thrusts and digging his own blunt nails into your thighs. You let out a shuddered gasp, trying not to openly sob as you felt Lester finish as deeply inside as he could, filling you with his cum. But he wasn’t done.

He was still touching you, holding your legs tight as he groaned through the last waves of his afterglow. As soon as he clambered off of you, you sat up, your movements slow. Some small part of you was expecting him to do... more. But Lester was digging though his pants pocket as you pulled up your panties and adjusted your skirt.

You brought your knees to your chest, staring at the tree and trying to bring yourself back down to your resting heart rate until Lester called your name.

You turned and saw Lester was kneeling on the blanket, a small black box in his hand which he cracked open to reveal a glittering ring. “Sweetheart, light o’ my life, wouldja make me the happiest man in the world... wouldja marry me?”

#house of wax 2005 #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #frenzy scribbles

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frenziedslashers · 2 years

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hiiii ori 🖤

could i pls request a one shot where the reader takes bo’s polaroid camera and does a little photo shoot of themselves, leaving their pics around for bo to find?

Licherally screaming, no one every calls me Ori, that's so cute, thank you 😭 I searched through your slasher blog and saw that you go by She/Her and I assumed you wanted NSFT. If not lemme know and I can rewrite it! Idm:)) also this is my first NSFT one-shot, so be nice please guys 👹

NSFW AFAB!S/O finding Bo's Polaroid and leaving photos behind for him:

It was right there. Right out in the open. Taunting you to hide it from your lover. It was tempting, walking over to study the camera. A small smirk playing on your face. He took a photo of all of his victims with it, made a collage of faces and bodies, even.

But did he have any photos of you?

The thought made you stomach flutter. Smirk growing a bit more as you got ideas. You wandered up to your shared room, Bo was busy with some victims so he wouldn't be back for a while. He's been busy a lot lately. So you figured you ought to surprise him. Give him a good gift for the next few weeks.

You removed your shirt to throw on one of his. He always loved it when you wore his clothes. It gave him a sense of authority. Like he owned you because of it.

You stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom. Sitting yourself on the floor to pose for the camera. One hand on the floor, legs folded beside you. Allowing his shirt to slide down your shoulders. Smirking as you snapped the photo, your face hiding behind the camera slightly.

After a few more photos, you climbed onto the bed. Taking a few photos of just your face. Who knows, maybe he'll hang them up in his shop. That way the strangers that come through know he's taken. Then again, he may just throw all of these away and bitch at you for "wasting his photos." It's hard telling with Bo, he's rather unpredictable.

With each picture it seemed like an item of your clothing was gone. Until you were completely exposed. Revealing yourself in front of the mirror again. Sitting with your legs folded under you. Knees touching, a hand toying with the necklace he gave you a few months ago.

Your hand moved his shirt up so more of your skin was exposed. Smiling faintly as you snapped a photo of just your body. Shaking the paper in excitement. Sure that it would turn out well, and that it did. The way the sun beamed through the curtains and hit your stomach was just a plus.

One of the victims was wearing it, and it reminded him of you. It was pretty, nothing too blingy, but.. pretty.. like you. His pretty Flower. He could be sweet sometimes.

You got the last photo, the most revealing of them all. Standing to put your clothes back on. Slipping his jacket over your shoulders to be engulfed in his scent. Putting the camera back on the nightstand with a small sigh of content.

You held all the photos in your hand now, and you got to planning.

Through out the day you hid them. It was just you since him and Vincent were both horrendously busy. You hid one in his truck, the first photo you took. Sure he would enjoy keeping it in there for safe keeping.

You continued walking, searching for another hiding spot for the more innocent photos. Humming softly as you came across the garage. Putting one on his work bench, another on the cash register. Then another you taped to the door. Leaving one of the lewder ones in his tool box. Sure it'd be a nice surprise for Mr. Sinclair.

Inside the house is where all the rest of the photos went. One going in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, where he kept his toothbrush. Another going on his desk. Then a few more scattered about. The last photo you took you kept in the jacket pocket. You knew it would be enough for him to have somewhat of fun with it. Giggling a bit to yourself at the thought of the outcomes you could get.

It took him a few days to notice any, too occupied with "work." One of the newer victims that Lester just brought in was the one to bring up the first photo he found. Pointing at it on the register. "Oh, is that your other half?" She asked with a sweet smile. Watching Bo study the photo with a baffled look. He didn't take that photo of you, he knew what photos he had of you. This was a new one..

"Oh, yeah," he picked it up, studying it. You were simply smiling, a sweet gesture that made his heart flutter. A small smile tugging at his lips as his fingers slid over the side of it. Tucking it into his jacket pocket. Where he felt another photo poking at his fingers. Looking down as he pulled it out.

Bo's eyes widened. Thankful that the counter was hiding this one out of sight. His face felt hot, a slight strain in his pants, now. Causing him to shift a bit uncomfortably. Goddamn you.

He cleared his throat, looking back up to the girl with a forced smile. "Well, like I said, we don't have the size of fanbelt you need, but we should get it in within a week. You can stay at that there motel down the street, I have to um, figure out somethin' for myself. Enjoy yer colas, ma'am." He nodded his head, and he was venturing back to his truck. Pace quickened, heart racing.

He got in the driver's side. Letting out an exhale, gripping the steering wheel at the thought of you taking these photos with his camera. He wasn't mad, no. He was quite the opposite, actually. He was thrilled, it was like a treasure hunt for him. Wondering if there would be anymore he could add to his collection. Who knows, maybe after this he could take a few with the two of you in the act. Something he's wanted to ask, but has never been sure how to ask.

He groaned when he looked at the photo of you again. All exposed, just for him. It made him smirk. Biting his lip as he palmed himself through his jeans. A low groan leaving his throat.

Bo noticed another paper sticking out of his sun visor. Hands rushing up to retrieve it like an excited kid retrieving presents on Christmas day. What was it? Innocent, or not?

It wasn't you naked, but it almost had the same affect on him. He let a small whine leave his throat at the sight of you in the picture. Posed all seductive in his shirt.

"Goddammit, your gunna be the death of me," he growled, talking to himself as he turned his truck on, throwing it into drive to get the fuck home.

He opened the door to the house in a rush once he got home. His hands slightly shaking from the head rush he had. "Oh baby," he cooed, walking into the kitchen where he saw you reading. Bo was on a mission, and that mission was you.

You looked up from the table where you were reading when he opened the door. Eyes flickering from his eyes, to the photos in his hand, to the buldge in his pants. Oh, well this was going better than you expected already.

"Yes, Hun?" You asked, fighting back the smirk that was threatening to expose your innocent act.

"Oh, don't Hun me, you have some explainin' to do, Sweetheart." He tossed the photos on the table in front of you. Your stomach flopping at the mere fact that he found your photos so quick. It didn't help that he was undoing his belt, now.

"You really though' hiding that in my pocket would be wise, little one?" He asked. Tilting your jaw up with his finger, smirking with a chuckle. Leaning down to brushes his nose against yours. Hand now completely gripping your jaw. Moving your head so he could whisper in your ear.

"Get on the table."

A shudder ran down your spine. Breath quivering, which only made his smirk grow. Glad he had this affect on you after what you did.

"You know when I found that one?" He pointed to the one of you in front of the mirror, completely naked. You shook your head as you climbed on the table. Moving to remove your shirt, but his hands stopped you.

"I was helping a customer, li'l' lady saw the one on the register and asked if you were my "other half," and I said yes, went to put i' in my pocket, and there it was. Snug as a bug in my pocket." the idea of him telling others that you were his made you sigh. A smile pulling at his lips from your reaction.

"You told them I was your other half?" You chuckled a bit. Bo nodding with an eye roll. "Don't think too hard abou' i'. Or I'll leave you here on the table, got i'?" He asked and you nodded, quicker than you wanted to.

He stood in between your legs now. Pulling his belt off to set it beside you on the table. Eyes looking down, but he snapped. "Ah ah, eyes up here, sugar." He cooed with a grin. "How many pictures did ya leave me?" You paused. Thinking. You couldn't remember, you didn't count.

"I dunno," he frowned. Hands moving to rest on your thighs. Which had you squirming. They were so big, warm.

"What do you mean 'I dunno'?" You gulped, licking your lips. "I mean, I forgot, I didn' count 'em, Bo." He gave you a slight look for using his name. "Hun," you corrected yourself, and he looked less offended.

He pushed you down on the table. Hands running up your shirt which caused a groan to leave your throat. Fingers flicking over your nipples. Before pulling the shirt over your head. Leaving you oh so exposed.

"Well, an estimate?" He asked, you shrugged. "'Bout nine?" He nodded, his plan coming together with a hum. You were in for a night.

His hands were so rough, scraping over your skin. Your back arching off the table as he toyed with your upper half. His hips rolling against yours, a moan leaving your throat as you stared up at him. Biting your lip as you thought of something to do. Hands reaching up to touch him. He tried batting your hands away, but you persisted. His hands catching your wrists.

"Don' test me," he snarled, and you only smirked. "I'm not the one who ran here because of a little photo," you snickered. Watching his eyes narrow on you. You were right, too. He wanted you more than anything right now. He'd been so busy, so much frustration. He hadn't had any time to do anything with you. God, you had him wrapped around your finger and you knew it.

He flipped you on the table, large hands pressing you firmly against the surface. A grunt leaving your lips as he locked your hands behind your back with one of his. Rutting against your ass. A low rumble coming from his chest at the friction.

"Bo, just let me take care of you," you spoke, it wasn't really a plead. More a suggestion. You wanted to, so bad, but he wasn't having it. Not right now.

You heard his pants falling down onto the floor. Your pants and undergarments coming next. He was so needy right now, and you loved the fact that it was because of something you did. That you had that much of an affect on him.

He stroked his shaft, ordering you to keep your hands on your back. Which you followed. He didn't say you had to stay quiet, though. He slid to his knees. Breath hitting your soaking cunt. A shiver running down your spine.

"Bo," you moaned, his tongue fanning over your sex. Pressing it against your clit just right. "Bo let me," you were interrupted by his hands squeezing your thighs, now sucking on your clit. Toes curling at the sensation that you missed.

"Bo let me ride you, take care of you," you groaned. Trying to look back at him, but you could only see his shoulders. Plus his hands that moved up to kneed at your ass.

He moved a hand to finger you while he pressed his tongue inside of you, too. The moans that left your mouth was like heaven to his ears. The way you squirmed back against his face. He could stay back here for hours and feel as happy as fucking you senseless- or being fucked senseless. He'd never admit it, but he did love it when you took control. Even if you knew he did. Especially with the way he grabbed you tighter each time you asked to take care of him.

"Oh, fuck, Baby, Bo," you sputtered. Bo's arm keeping your legs from closing as you reached your edge, but he pulled off before you could finish. Your high that was coming so close to the finally, was now slowly fading.

"Bo," you spoke a bit sternly, a slap to your ass making you jolt. "One," he spat. Standing up to lean over you.

One? What the fuck did that mean?

"Eight more to go, sugar," he cooed. Nipping at your ear. "Is this really what you're gunna do after I leave fucking photos for you?" You asked. Rutting your ass back against him. Smirking at the way he groaned. His hand moving around to grip your throat. Pulling you up so you were snug against his chest.

"Don' act like you didn' do that shit to me on purpose. If you can leave that, play with me, make me wait. Then I can make you wait," he snarled in your ear. Free hand coming to cup your heat. Middle finger dipping between your folds, a moan leaving your lips.

Your body was sandwiched between himself and the wall. Bo pushing into you without any warning. The pain of his length stretching you out stung. Eyes and jaw clenching shut. Leaning forward to collect yourself. Bo stood still, hands fondling your body to help distract you. Touching everywhere he knew you liked.

The moment you rolled your hips back he started his pace. Hips rolling, then thrusting. Grunts, pants, and moans leaving the both of you as he fucked you into the wall. Hands gripping your hips like his life depended on it.

Your hands reached back for him, one of his hands moving to grab yours. Smirking when you started moaning when his other hand moved to toy with your clit. Groans leaving his lips at the sight of you pressing yourself more into the wall at the sudden sensations.

But like before, as you approached your much needed release. He stopped.

"Bo," you groaned out of frustration when he pulled himself out of you. Snickering at the way you shook before him.

"Two," "you're such a prick," you panted. Looking back to see his wide grin. "Oh, but you love me." You rolled your eyes, the heat fading in your stomach, but you still throbbed for him. Turning around to place your hands over his still clothed chest.

"If I didn't I wouldn't have left those photos for you," you kissed his jaw. Hands snaking under his shirt. His big hands moving you knead your ass. A small noise leaving his lips when you started sucking on his neck. Feeling his shudder when you raked your fingers down his chest. Hands moving to his still stiff cock.

His hips jerked, eyes threatening to fall shut, but he pushed you away before you could get away with what you were doing. Even if he ached so bad to be touched by you, himself.

"Bedroom, now," he snarled. You only groaned, rolling your eyes. "A girl can try, can't they?"

Once in the bedroom he went to the dressure. Grabbing his camera which was placed ontop. Moving to the bed to pin you down under him. His dick still throbbing, in need of his own release. Watching you intently as he studied your features. Raising a brow at the way he seemed to be staring into you plus the fact he had his camera in his hand. It almost sent a thril down his spine at the thought of his taking pictures of this. His lips pressing against yours for a bit, before pulling away. One of the sweeter sides of Bo that you always seemed to appreciate.

"You know, ya look mighty fine like this underneath me, mind if I?" He waved the camera in front of you, and you rolled your eyes, even if it made butterflies erupt inside you.

"Hmm, sure, but I bet you'd look better underneath me," you smirked up at him. Watching him snap a photo of you under him, before he shrugged his jacket off as he leant back. Putting the photo to the side for later.

"Y'know, darlin'," he started in. Placing the camera aside. Throwing his shirt off next, before moving to lay beside you. Eyes watching curiously. "I only found three pictures, I wouldn' mind a ride fr'm you," he winked. You knew he'd cave, he may seem stubborn, but when it came to you taking control. God he loved it. He wouldn't admit it to any other soul in the world beside you occasionally, but the idea of you absolutely destroying him? Goddamn, it was enough to make him cream his pants when his mind just wandered to it at work.

You smiled, moving to straddle his lap in a heart beat. To which he snapped another photo of you now ontop. Smiling sweetly uo at you, as if he wasn'tdoing anything. Hands fanned out across his chest with a small hum. "Thought you were punishin' me?" You asked. His free hand stroking your thigh while he stared up at you. He gave you a shrug, and a small grin. "I missed you too much to go through with it, sweethear', unless you wan' me to continue?" He asked. To which you shook your head. Leaning down to give him a kiss, before positioning yourself over him. Sinking down, which cause you both to let out whimpers and groans.

He held onto you so tight, the look in his eyes was filled with pure adoration and love. A rare sight for many, but not you. As long as he wasn't in a bad mood, he always looked at you like you hung the moon and the stars themselves. Even when newcomers came around, he had his eyes on you, or a hand on you. He needed you by his side, to let the people of the group know that they couldn't touch you. That you were his, and he was yours.

His hand moved up to caress your breast. Snapping a photo of his hand cupping it. Small moans leaving both of your lips as your hips rolled. "Feels suh, good," he panted, watching your back arch with his touch. A sight to see for sure. Snapping a photo of the pleasure on your face, now. Take photos of your hips connected to his, even letting you snap a photo of him for yourself.

"Baby, I'm close," you mewled. Hands propping yourself on his chest. Fingers digging into the skin on his chest with a gasp. Clenching around him which made him groan. "Me too," he huffed, hands squeezing your hips. Meeting you with each bounce on his cock.

Your world started spinning, eyes falling shut. Leaning down to lay on his chest. A loud moan of his name leaving your lips as your world came crashing. It was enough to bring him over the edge after a few more thrusts into you. Streaks of white shooting inside of you. Both of you falling limp as you fell down from your highs.

His hand rubbed your back. The other moving to cup your face. Turning your head to catch a glimpse of his drowsy smile. Which you gave him back. Kissing his cheek with a small hum.

"What?" You asked. Finger tracing the other side of his face.

"Oh nothin'," he turned his head to catch your lips with his. Snapping a photo from above of you both kissing. Which only made you both smile into the kiss. "What, I can't smile at you, now?" He raised a brow and you swatted at his chest. "You know that's not what I meant." You scowled. Cringing as you lifted your hips, pulling him out of you. Both of you groaning from oversensitivity.

"I just missed ya's all," he added. Watching as you moved off of him to head for the bathroom. He himself collecting all the photos and the Polaroid camer to put on the bedside table.

"I didn't realize ya missed anyone, hun," you teased with a snicker. Bo rolling his eyes as he rolled out of bed. Following after you to clean up himself. Turning on the shower for you both. "Oh, can it, dame." He sighed, "would you rather I din't miss you?" He snarled a bit, to which you froze up. Grabbing his arm. Making him turn to face you with a frown.

"Bo, I was only teasin'," you added with a small smile. "I missed you too, it got lonely 'round here," you told him, rubbing his bicep a bit. "It got lonely without ya, too. Maybe I should make ya join next time." He winked with a grin. "Let you torture a stranger for once,, snap some photos of that, how 'bout it darlin'?" He asked. Climbing into the shower, helping you in. "Hmm, maybe."

Your next visit to the shop he had all of the clean photos you took of yourself up on the wall, including the one of you both kissing, since nothing sexual was showing in the photo. It made your heart swell knowing he wanted to show you off like that. This may have been one of your best ideas yet.

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #the house of wax #house of wax #bo sinclair x you #minors dni #smut #nsft #bo sinclair smut

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r0-boat · 2 years

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Pspsps ok so maybe some more alpha!volo headcanons? You’re a new arrival to this world where maybe where you’re from you had heat suppressants and scent blockers so everyone thinks youre a beta, what happens when they wear off..? Maybe you’re in the wilds and Volo is doing his thing and he finds and surprises you but something about you is… different.

What’s he gonna do when he realizes you’re an omega and your first heats coming up soon 👀

I'm like STILL on a Omegaverse high sfgsf

Gn!reader

Adhfd I accidentally made Volo kinda yandere?

Smut underneath

CW:biting, omega verse, primal sex

...today was the moment you have feared ever since you fell to Hisui...

Your heat could start any day and your bottle of heat suppressants and Omega scent concealing pills that you just don't happen to have with you before you came to Hisui are gone...

Hisui doesn't have the technology for heat suppressants or Scent concealer You haven't been so scared since you saw your first Alpha Pokemon.

Going out without suppressants as an Omega is practically a death sentence in your time.

Team Galaxy is made up of alphas and betas so going to them for help was an absolute no

Adaman is an Alpha Irida is a beta and and said that today she was going to see how Ingo(and alpha) is doing.

As if your day couldn't get any worse you felt familiar pool Heat starting in your stomach... it's been so long since you felt something like this because of your suppressants you wouldn't be surprised if this is going to be one of your strongest heats.

Luckily the sun has yet to rise so you have enough to pack up Essentials and camping material as well as soft blankets from a makeshift nest.

Volo sees you rush out your house and past the gates. He was confused and must be a Pokemon outbreak or something team Galaxy is doing... but there was a lingering scent in the air he doesn't recognize. It was sweet and floral it attracted him like a moth to a flame. Did that...come from you?! No it can't be your a beta you had no scent and you were scentless for the entire time you've been in the hisui region. hell you didn't even smell like fear when he tried to kill you

You finally finished setting up your tent and your small nest inside your heat hit you like a truck. The body was on fire everything was sensitive. You need an alpha so badly.

The smell of your heat makes Volo's mouth water as he gets closer to your little nest camp.

You whimper noticing a familiar smell...Volo...yes! Wait NO! Out of all the alphas, why does it have to be him.

Volo approaches on your tent... the smell... yeah there was no doubt you are an Omega... this whole time you kept it hidden... Volo had a dangerous look in his eyes. Omega... the same one Arceus chose the same one who beat him...all for him to claim. He has thought about being with you for a while now. But now here you are and Omega, his blood boiling at the thought of anybody else being in his place.

Volo practically ripped open the door of the tent jumpscaring you. Volo and unreadable look on his face. "Mc your... You kept this hidden from me?"

You were trembling from fear, excitement, and lust Volo gave off a certain scent you haven't smelled since spear pillar. That same scent of threatening, commanding, and pure Pride. That you fantasized about for weeks After the fight.

This might be the heat talking but Everything about him screamed" I am an alpha and you will bend to my command" and right now he's doing things to you that would make your omega ancestors be ashamed .

"Give. Yourself. To me" he growled.

Yes!! Yes! Oh God yes you want this you want him. "Pl-please take me Volo!" his name rolling off his tongue meet him shiver. Without a second thought, Volo stripped his clothes and climbed inside the tent with you it was hot and crowded barely fitting to people. "You hid this ... Why? Were you scared that you would go into heat just like this and someone would find you weak and vulnerable..." he says it was a wild smirk on his face pressing his head against your neck taking in your scent. " I've never seen you like this before. Haha... I can feel you trembling. Are you scared now?" You feel Volo grind his hard cock against your entrance causing you to whimper and buck your hips. "Please!"

"Please what." You know what he wants you to say.

"Please alpha make me yours!" Volo breath trembles. Yes he wants to take you, claim you. Push all the way inside, knott, and fill you with his seed.

He moves you on your stomach. His hand coming down on your neck pushing you into the streets. You scream as Volo slams himself inside you. He doesn't even give you any time he immediately starts moving. Fucking you as deep as he could. Volo looked like a rabid animal growling in pleasure. Slamming his hips against yours the sound of skin slapping against each other fill the entire tent

His gray eyes locked on the back of your neck. He wants to fight he wants to sink his teeth and claim you forever. All traces of rational thinking in the both of you we're gone replaced with animalistic desire. You bite into the sheets toes curling as you feel Volo changes his pace from deeper to harder trying to work his swelling knot into you. With one hard thrust he thick knot locks you with him. Volo is sooo deep you could hardly take it. You're orgasm hits you hard cumming his cock.

You tight hot walls milk him for all he's worth he explodes inside.

You scream as you feel his teeth harshly sink into the back of your neck as he fills you up. You are far from satisfied but a bit heat has been relieved for now. Volo removes his mouth on your neck licking the wound tasting blood on his tongue he worries "Are you ok?" You remember other than the sting of your lower regions and your neck the weakness in your legs you are more than okay. All you could do was nod and hum as you cuddle against your new mates chest. Volo smile is letting out a soft purr holding you close.

#pokemon volo smut #smut #yandere!volo

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atlabeth · 3 years

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kiss the girl (please) - kiara carrera x fem!reader

summary: You and Kiara are both head over heels for each other, but there's just one problem — you think she likes John B, and she thinks you're into JJ.

a/n: so if you have even looked at my account in the past couple of days you'll know that i started watching obx!! and i fell in love w/ all the characters so obv i had to write something for it. pls go gentle on me as this is my first time writing for them and im only like, halfway thru season 1

warning(s): mentions of alcohol, small argument between kie and the reader but it's all fluff i promise (also no proof reading but you should expect this by now)

wc: 5.1k woo this got away from me

Your alarm went off, and you groaned as you blindly fumbled around for your phone. The snooze button was tempting, but you had already hit it one too many times. If you wanted to actually do something other than house chores today, then you had to actually start being productive. You might’ve been a Kook, but your dad believed in ‘hard work builds character’ to an annoying extent.

Today, you were starting a very exciting day off with the very exciting task of washing your dad’s truck off. Your brother had taken it off-roading with his friends and totally fucked it up, and somehow you had ended up with the task of hosing it off. What a joy.

After changing into clothes more appropriate for both the summer heat and car washing, you unraveled the hose from behind the house and got to work. Around thirty minutes in, though, the dulcet tones of one John Booker Routledge and the revving of an engine that always seemed to follow him began to permeate the air — sure enough, the man himself along with JJ and Pope were floating past your dock.

John B cupped his hands around his mouth as he yelled, lowering his voice in a shitty imitation of a loudspeaker. “This is your captain speaking, and he is requesting that our dear friend gets off of her ass before she misses the HMS Pogue!”

You rolled your eyes, though unable to stop the smile on your lips, as you pointed the stream of water towards them in an attempt to show your feigned annoyance. “I’m not on my ass, thank you very much. And John B, some of us have better things to do than start every morning on your little dinghy!”

He held his hand up to his heart in mock betrayal and gasped. “I will have you know, this is a top of the line skiff, and I will not have you disrespecting it in such a way!”

“You’re telling me you’d rather wash your dad’s car—” JJ stood up from his spot on the bow and flexed his muscles in classic JJ fashion, fixing you with a classic JJ grin, “—than spend the day with this?”

You laughed and raised your brows at Pope as you turned the water off and started wrangling the hose in. “Whaddya think, Heyward? Should I ditch my dad for these idiots?”

“You always do,” he said with a smile that quickly morphed into a sigh. “And uh, so do I. I’m never gonna get those fish cleaned if they keep roping me into these mornings.”

“Come on!” John B yelled, revving the engine a bit as he floated closer to your dock. “If you leave before your dad gets here, then technically, you’re not ditching him.”

“You make a compelling point,” you admitted as you dried your hands off on your jean shorts, tossing aside the hose before you started walking over to the dock. You jumped on with a hand from JJ and took your usual seat against the side. “Full speed ahead, captain!” John B appeased you in mock salute and took off.

“Y’know, you’re the lamest Kook I’ve ever met,” JJ teased. “Everyone else I know is barely ever home during the summer, but you’re such a stickler for the rules I can hardly believe you hang with us.”

You rolled your eyes again and gave him a wry smile. “What can I say? My only aspiration in life is to wash cars — you guys are just a stepping stone.” JJ snorted and you plucked his hat from his head, only winking at his sound of protest as you placed it on your own. “By the way, where’s Kie? You guys usually get her before me.”

“Her folks said she had to work for at least half her shift before blowing it off for the day,” John B explained. “We’re circling back now to pick her up; hopefully she’s thought of a way to give ‘em the slip by the time we get there.”

You nodded and settled back for the ride, trying your hardest not to let your mind wander but ultimately giving in.

You didn’t exactly know when you started feeling… that way about Kiara, but it was a crush that had hit you at full force and hadn’t let up since. The two of you had been friends for as long as you could remember, both Kooks in standing but Pogues at heart, something that only grew stronger the closer you got to the boys. She was your best friend, and you were hers. Yeah, she was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen, and yeah, she was the human embodiment of sunshine and the person who was responsible for half of your hobbies and a constant source of happiness—

Falling in love with Kiara Carrera was the easiest thing you had ever done, just as natural and necessary as breathing.

Telling her, on the other hand?

Okay, yeah. Maybe you were in love with your best friend, and maybe you hadn’t so much as hinted that to her, but maybe you were content with taking that secret to the grave. Especially when you were almost one hundred percent sure that she liked John B.

Oh well. You supposed that you could just wait until the end of time for your feelings to fizzle out once she finally got with him, filling the unenviable role of the second choice in a love triangle that two of the legs didn’t know they were in.

You were snapped out of your pitiful geometric thoughts as the skiff lulled to a halt and once again, John B started yelling.

“Calling all Carreras by the name of Kiara! The HMS Pogue is here, and she better be here too so I’m not just annoying her neighbors!”

As if on cue, the back door opened and Kie started running out, hoisting her bag onto her back as she got closer. “Don’t stop!” she exclaimed as she cast a glance behind her; you could tell she half-expected her parents to pop out behind her. She hopped onto the boat once she got close enough, causing it to rock slightly and drawing out a laugh.

“You have no idea what I had to go through to get out of work,” she breathed as she set her bag down.

“We’re glad to have you, First Mate Carrera,” you said with a wink and a mock salute that she returned.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” she grinned. “But what exactly are we here for?”

“You’re saying our company isn’t enough?” John B accused with an exaggerated gasp.

You rolled your eyes and started to explain before the boys could go all in on dramatics. “They wanna throw a party tomorrow night. It is prime touron season, and JJ thinks he’s gonna be able to make some cash off of them.”

“Look — most of the people that come here on vacation are loaded and complete idiots,” he defended. “You’re telling me you don’t think I’ll be able to do it?”

“Well, if you actually have cash for once, then you’re gonna have to pay me back for all the shit you make me buy,” you shot back.

“Oh, man,” he sighed. “I guess you’re right — this scam is never gonna work. Man, sucks that these tourons are so poor.”

You rolled your eyes and shared a smile with Kiara. “Anyways, we’re gonna pick up some stuff from the convenience store, then spend the rest of the day doing fuckall.”

“Sounds great,” Kie said. “John B, make some room. I wanna get up there.”

“What, is the side of the boat not good enough for you anymore?” he joked as he shifted to the side.

“Just wanna spend time with you,” she said as she sat down next to him. “Is that a crime?”

He shrugged. “No complaints here.”

You had to force yourself to look away and not show any sign of emotion. It was one thing to think that she liked John B, it was another thing to see it all the time in person. You supposed that was what you got for not speaking up.

Thankfully, it didn’t take too long for you to arrive at your mark — a 7/11 that had become a frequent stop for all of you. Unfortunately, as one of the few that actually had a disposable income in this group, you were usually the one chosen to pick things out because of the power of a debit card.

“Alright Maybank,” you declared as the boat hit the coast. “Put a shirt on, cause you and I are going shopping.”

“Why me?” he complained, though he had already started fishing around for his tank top in the collective mess the five of you had made on the boat.

“Because if you don’t go, you’ll complain about the beer we pick out?”

“He’ll do that anyways,” Kiara pointed out.

You shrugged as you picked up your bag from next to Kie. “True. Maybe I should bring you instead, Kie. There’d definitely be better conversation, a lot less complaining, and a way prettier view”

She grinned. “That’s the smartest thing you’ve said today.”

“Well, now I’m going,” JJ huffed as he pulled his shirt on, fixing you with a slightly annoyed look. “Just because you don’t want me to. Also, can I have my hat back?”

You shook your head as you jumped off the boat and winked at him. “Nope. That’s the cost for putting all this shit on my card. Now come on, blondie. I’ll race you!”

“Oh, you little—!” JJ didn’t even finish tying the boat off before he started sprinting after you, the challenge something he couldn’t deny.

“Come on, man!” Pope yelled as he scrambled over to secure the line, John B doing nothing but chuckling as he watched you two run off.

You moved as fast as your legs could take you as you got closer to the store, and you yelped after a quick glance behind you proved JJ was gaining. Your ego couldn’t take the hit that losing brought, but just as you neared the brick wall passed you, beating you by less than a second.

“And the crowd goes wild!” he exclaimed as he threw his hands up in the air. “Maybank, Maybank, Maybank—”

You snorted and pulled his hands back down. “Alright, cowboy, you barely got me there. Try not to be too proud.”

He put a hand to his chest and shook his head. “You wound me, truly.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. “Whatever. Let’s just get this shit.”

The two of you walked inside and started browsing the aisles in silence, eventually reconvening in the back near the cold drinks — not really a surprise with JJ.

“Is there like, any limit to how much I can get?” he asked. “Like, I dunno how much you have on your card or…”

You chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “JJ Maybank, concerned about spending my money? I never thought I’d see the day. But— no. Go crazy, man.”

The grin he gave you almost made you regret your answer, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. Besides, if you could make anything easier for the guys concerning money, you would do it happily.

The silence passed between the two of you for a little longer, but as a question continued to nag you, you took a deep breath and decided to take the plunge (for some goddamn reason).

“Hey. Has… has Kie said anything to you?” you asked, trying to come off as nonchalant as you half-heartedly browsed the aisle. “About John B?”

“Why? You tryna make a pass at him?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, drawing out an embarrassed laugh as you shook your head.

“God, no. I just wanted to know if— if she was.”

He shrugged as he pulled open the door and took a few beers out. “I dunno. Also, you’re paying for these, too. They don’t card here, so—”

“JJ.”

“Right.” He let the door fall shut and shrugged again as he turned to you. “I think she is, honestly. You’ve seen how she’s all, ‘oh, John B!’, and I’m pretty sure he’s into her too. I think that thing about Pogue on Pogue macking is the only thing stoppin’ ‘em from going for it.”

You fell silent at that, gaze trained on the price tag for some random bag of trail mix. “Oh.”

JJ raised his eyebrows, eyes passing momentarily between the cans in his hand and your sudden change. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s bullshit! You can’t just bring something like this up and then not tell me the reason. What happened to Pogues don’t lie to Pogues?”

A hint of a wry smile crossed your lips, still not making eye contact. “Technically not a Pogue.”

“Oh, you can’t pull that on me with how much you hang out with us. You can’t just be a Kook to get out of rules!”

You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment before grabbing the bag of trail mix and turning to him. “Okay, fine. But if I tell you this, you have to promise not to tell anyone. Okay?”

He crossed his fingers. “Hope to die.”

You inhaled deeply and let the breath loose, allowing the silence to linger in the air for just a moment more. You glanced at the door of the shop as if you expected the subject of your affections to just burst in that second, but thankfully that wasn’t the case.

“...I like Kiara. Like, ‘been hopelessly in love with her for the past three years’, kinda like.” You offered him a sheepish smile with the confession. You knew that JJ was a good guy (well, mostly) but dropping a secret you had been carrying for years about your feelings for one of your friends didn’t come without anxiety.

Those bright blue eyes drilled into you for a moment before he chuckled. “So that’s why you’ve never been into me?”

You hit his arm and scowled. “That’s what you have to say after I tell you I’m in love with my best friend?”

“Hey!” he held up his hands in placation and you backed down a bit, though not without annoyance. “I mean, what d’you want me to say?”

“I— I don’t know!” you fumed. “Support? A ‘hey, that’s pretty cool!’ You were the one that wanted me to tell you!”

“Well, obviously I support you. And I— I guess I’m sorry. Y’know, that you’re crushing on a girl that’s basically spoken for. I mean, been there, done that.” You glared at him and he held up his hands once more. “It’ll be fine. You’ll get over her eventually.”

You rolled your eyes as you trailed down the aisle and threw another couple packages of snacks into the basket. “I’ve been telling myself that for the past three years. Hasn’t happened yet.”

A slightly uncomfortable silence penetrated the air between the two of you until JJ broke it. “So… are you like, gay?”

“Oh my god.”

~~~~~~~~~

Kiara was also watching while the two of you walked away, a small but wistful smile on her lips as her eyes followed your figure until it disappeared into the shop. She sighed and rested her head on the palm of her hand. It was so stupid, but—

Yeah. She would rather you take her than JJ. It was hard to watch the girl she loved joking around and flirting with someone else right in front of her, but she supposed that was what she got for not speaking up.

But the more time she spent around you, the harder she fell, and the more she saw you flirt with JJ, she knew she couldn’t say anything, but it just made her want to speak up even more. She was stuck in some kind of paradoxical hell, and it was driving her insane. She didn’t know why it was so hard for her to just—

“Kie, are you even listening?”

She blinked and turned back to the two boys, realizing she had completely spaced out. “What? Oh, uh— blue.”

“Oh, great,” Pope groaned. “Now I have to go through this whole argument again just so I can get you on my side all because you weren’t paying attention to us at all.”

“You’re not worth your scholarship if you think she’s gonna be on your side!” John B shot back. “I have no idea how you think that…”

Kiara snorted and tuned out of the conversation once more. John B loved to argue pointlessly with Pope just to see how long he could rile him up for, and she knew this wasn’t worth paying attention to.

She just couldn’t help but wonder what you and JJ were doing inside. Obviously you were getting snacks and shit for the party, but her mind was wandering—

God. She either had to get over you or tell you how she felt, because this… this was just pathetic.

It took a few more minutes of off-the-knocker arguing for Kiara to finally interrupt, unable to take it anymore. “Guys, shut up. I have a question.” The boys didn’t stop their back and forth until she raised her voice. “Guys!”

“What?” John B asked, slightly annoyed at the interruption in his completely bullshit argument.

“Okay, look. I know this is probably kinda weird to ask, but—” her eyes darted back to the convenience store for a moment before coming back to the boys, and she sighed. “Have they always been like that? The two of them — have they always been that flirty with each other?”

Pope frowned. “That’s out of the left field.”

“I know,” Kie muttered. “I just want to know.”

John B shrugged. “Yeah, I think so. I’m pretty sure JJ’s been into her for a while, I guess she’s finally decided to give him a chance. They just haven’t really told us anything about it.”

“Why?” Pope asked with a wry grin. “Are you regretting passing him up?”

“Oh, god no,” she refuted. “No, I just…” Kiara shook her head. “Nevermind.”

“What?” John B spread his arms out in protest. “You can’t just ask us something like that and then not explain it.”

She groaned and screwed her eyes shut. “Are you guys going to keep bothering me until I tell you?”

“Yep,” both of them answered immediately.

“Fine,” she sighed as she hung her head back, opening her eyes so she could stare at the sky rather than her suddenly very alert friends. “Out of the two of them, it’s not… JJ… that I like.” Kie averted eye contact, hoping her friends would be able to piece it together so she wouldn’t have to spell it out.

“Wait,” Pope started. “You like—

“Yeah. I really like her.” Kiara shook her head, crossing her arms as she tried to look ambivalent. “But it’s not like it matters — you said it yourself, John B. She’s into JJ, and he’s like, five seconds away from proposing to her or something. I don’t have a chance.”

John B opened his mouth to contribute but Kiara held up her hand. “Don’t… don’t say anything. And don’t say anything to her, okay?” She pointed her finger at John B and Pope; if looks could kill, they’d probably be dead. “Answer me!”

“Yeah!” Both boys answered immediately, albeit with slightly wide eyes, at the threat, and she deflated a bit.

“Good.” Kiara checked her watch and sighed, running a hand through her hair as her gaze shifted towards the two figures coming closer. “Perfect timing. And I’m not just saying this to get out of helping set up or to get out of hearing you two tease me about this, but I have to get back to The Wreck before my parents kill me.”

“I’d say I have to get back too, but I think I should give a couple more hours for my dad to cool down before I go back.” Pope sighed. “Looks like I’m stuck helping JJ with a keg again.”

“Y’know, man,” John B said as he sat back down in the self-proclaimed captain’s chair. “You could always just lie. It’s believable enough, and we’d probably let you out of it!”

“Well, now it’s too late!” he defended.

“What’s too late?” you asked, the conversation between you and JJ ceasing as you finally reached the crew.

“For Pope to get out of helping with the party,” John B explained. “What took you guys so long? Gettin’ all over each other?”

Kiara shot John B another death glare, and he held up his hands in defense — thankfully, you missed it as you snorted and took the bags from JJ so he could push the boat off.

“I don’t know about you, but my prime make-out spot isn’t a shitty gas station. Besides, even if we had, there is no way I’m telling all of you!”

JJ tossed the rope he had used to tie the boat up temporarily and, with a push, got them back into the water. He turned back to you with a fake pout and leaned back against the side of the boat once more. “Why would you not want to tell them about our fantastical sexual exploits?”

You groaned and shook your head. “And on that note, I think it’s time for me to get home. My dad’s working today, and I promised him I’d take my little sister into town to get her ears pierced.”

“That’s awfully convenient, right before we have to start setting up for the party,” John B said.

You shrugged with a grin. “Feel free to call my bluff. You’ll just have to deal with my very annoyed dad, and an even more annoyed sister.”

“I do not want to deal with that little demon,” JJ said, holding his hands up. “Please, get out of here as soon as possible.”

“Aw, come on JJ!” Kie defended. “Her sister is adorable. She just must not like you.”

“I’m pretty sure I love Kie more than she does,” you grinned. “Now, step on it captain, or deal with the consequences courtesy of a sister with unpierced ears.”

“Aye aye, matey.” He saluted once more and the skiff tore away from the coast, en route to your house. You didn’t feel the weight of Kiara’s gaze on you as you stared off into the distance, one heavy question on her mind:

How much of that did you really mean?

~~~~~~~~~

The boys decided to pass their time with fishing after they dropped the two girls off, and once it got dark they chose to retire to John B’s house — Pope didn’t really feel like dealing with his dad and the consequences of blowing a whole day of work off, and JJ didn’t have anywhere else to be.

After washing fishing rods off, John B and JJ all but threw themselves onto the hammocks in his yard while Pope went through the 7/11 bags for the umpteenth time. (In his words, he was making sure their choices were good enough’.) But eventually, the conversation turned to something a little more topical.

“Hey, JJ.” Pope glanced up at the blonde, temporarily pausing in his task of rifling through the bags of shit they had bought at the station. “During your little shopping trip — did she say anything to you? Like, anything weird?”

“Yeah,” JJ said as he laid back onto the hammock. “She’s like, really into Kie. Which sucks, because of that whole thing you’ve got going on with her.”

He frowned. “Okay. I did not expect you to give it up that easily.”

John B frowned, sitting up as his friend sat down. “Wait, wait— first, we don’t have a thing. Second, Kie just told me that she’s into her, but JJ— she thinks that you and her are like, secretly dating or something.”

JJ snorted as he ran a hand through his already disheveled hair — that reminded him, he had to ask you for his hat back when he saw you tomorrow. (Or maybe take it by force, at this rate.) “Me and her? I mean, I’ve thought about it, obviously — and I’m pretty sure you guys have seen me trying it before — but there’s nothing happening there. We’re just friends.”

“Then that means…” John B trailed off.

“Oh my god,” Pope muttered, expression stuck somewhere between amazement and astonishment as he stared at the two boys. “We’re friends with the dumbest Kooks in the OBX.”

~~~~~~~~~

The night of the party came by much quicker than you thought it would, and before you knew it you were riding backseat in John B’s van. You had texted Kiara, asking if she wanted to carpool, but she hadn’t responded. Weird, but you chalked it up to her being busy with work and not being to respond. You ended up hitching a ride with John B and JJ, and had unfortunately ended up in the back after losing rock paper scissors to JJ.

“So, uh—” JJ craned his head to look at you. “Why aren’t you going with Kiara? You two usually always show up to these things together — shit, you usually end up getting ready together before anything.”

You gave him a glare and gestured at John B with your head, hoping to somehow communicate the promise he made through your look alone. “Uh, I don’t know. She didn’t respond to me, I guess she’s just been busy all of today. I’ll ask her tonight.”

He shrugged, seemingly satisfied with the answer. Soon enough you had arrived and you all lugged things out to help set up the party — a curse of travelling with the party organizers, you guessed.

Before you knew it, the kegger was in full swing — Pogues, Kooks, and Tourons all together in a rare phenomenon. John B was handing out drinks, Pope was trying to talk up a girl, JJ was off doing god knows what, and Kiara—

She was the only one you hadn’t been able to find the whole night thus far. Every time you caught a glimpse of her, it was like she purposefully went back into the crowd so she wouldn’t have to talk to you. It was weird as hell, and it was annoying as hell.

Eventually though, you were finally able to catch her alone in a relatively empty part of the beach.

“Kie!” you held up your hand and ran over to her, and for some reason she looked like a deer in headlights for a moment before giving an unconvincing smile. “God, I haven’t been able to reach you this whole day. Is everything cool?”

“Uh, yeah.” It was definitely a lie, just adding onto the list of strange things she had done towards you the whole day. “Cool as ice.”

You frowned. “Then why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t. It’s just been a busy day — and this place is crazy. I just haven’t been able to find you.”

“That is such a lie!” you laughed, but it was lacking in mirth. “You haven’t said a word to me all day, and you’re purposely going out of your way not to run into me tonight. Why have you been avoiding me?” you repeated, trying to keep your voice level. But with the sudden change in her attitude and the growing list of weird things she had done, it was hard not to raise your voice.

“I’m just trying to accept the situation,” she answered, in a response that only served to heighten your confusion. “I mean, the way you are around him? Putting distance between us is the only thing I can do.”

That was not an answer you were expecting. “I— what? The way— what way? Around who?”

“JJ!” she exclaimed, gesturing around with her hands in an act that finally showed an emotion rather than ambivalence. “You’re all over him! Wearing his hat, constantly flirting with him, always picking him to go with you to places, never really shutting him down—”

“Kiara,” you said carefully, hoping she didn’t take too much offense to your interruption. “I’m— I’m not flirting with him, he’s one of my best friends! Besides, I— I could say the same thing about you and John B!”

“John B?” She laughed mirthlessly and spread her arms, growing even more exasperated. “I don’t like him! I— I like you!”

You weren’t even sure if she meant to say that, the way she took a step back and her eyes widened slightly. And you didn’t really mean to do what you did either, because, well—

You started laughing.

“What?” she demanded, her shock fading into something resembling confused anger. “Wh— why are you laughing? That’s not the appropriate response when someone tells you they love you!”

“Kie,” you began, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face. “I like you too. Not JJ.”

Any signs of rage melted away, instead replaced with pure shock as she blinked a few times. “Wait— wait. Did you just—?”

You nodded as you drew closer, and she didn’t object as you took her hands into your own. “Kiara Carrera, I have been in love with you for the past three years. And I know I’ve been exceptionally shitty about showing it, so… can you forgive me for making you think I’ve been sneaking around with Maybank this whole time?”

She laughed, the smile that made your heart burst at the seams coming back as she blushed. “Only if you can forgive me for making you think that I’m into JB. And uh— if it wasn’t obvious,” she grinned, “I’m in love with you too.”

Kiara tugged your intertwined hands closer and you all but fell into her, your lips connecting in a moment that you may have dreamed out more than once (way more than once). But with the warmth of her skin pressing against yours and the lingering scent of sea salt in her hair — it was way better than anything you could’ve dreamed up.

“Oh my god!” You heard Pope’s voice in the distance, something that would’ve ruined the moment if you weren’t in a state of pure bliss. “They actually did it!”

“About time, Kooks!” JJ exclaimed at the same time as an ecstatic “woo!” from John B.

You rolled your eyes and flipped them off as you leaned in to kiss Kie again, and even though you couldn’t see her you were sure she was doing the same thing the way you could feel her smiling into the kiss.

There couldn’t have been a better end to the night.

apparently my fave thing to write is arguments shifting into love confessions bc. man i do this a lot

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I live in the neighbourhood

When Y/N moved to Hampstead she was unaware of the implications the decision would have on the course of the rest of her life.

Harry is Y/N’s eccentric neighbour who sweeps her up in the whirlwind that is his life

this gif bc its maybe my favorite clip of him EVER holy fuck - this is the harry of my dreams this is the harry of i live in the neighbourhood

HEY YALL it’s been a minute and I missed yall so much and I’m just about to be on break so maybe i’ll be back to posting writing regularly but with school its so hard and I think I’ve been working on this for months so yeah <3 lol PLS PLS PLS leave me feedback and reblogs and that stuff bc otherwise my writing just feels...empty and you have no idea the smile i get when even just the tags say like “god this was everything” it can be anything honestly but it keeps my passion up. Thank you again and hope you enjoy.

Word Count: ~10k | Warnings: swearing probably? no smut (yet), rich and famous harry - mentions of Taylor Swif

She considered herself an average young woman in her mid twenties. She liked screaming Taylor Swift and Megan Thee Stallion songs alone in her car and thrifting on weekends. She hated cable because of commercials and when doordash didn’t deliver all of her order. She had asthma when she worked out or the air quality was bad. She had dumb celebrity crushes that her friends and her still laughed over with every new instagram post. She had hopes and dreams she had yet to achieve and she had past trauma that many would never know about, especially at first glance.

Sure, she was successful. She would admit that. How else would she be able to afford even the modest little house she had found in Hampstead? She had studied international business in college and hopped on a plane to London the first chance she got. After a few years of a more than decent paycheck and an advantageous stimulus check from her kind parents, she was able to move out of her starter flat into the suburbs. The definitive push for the move was two-fold. Her parents wanted her to take her dog and her apartment complex was strict on no pets. Then her promotion at work - which included a pay raise - made it hard to wave off taking full ownership of her childhood ten-pound best friend.

So with life happening as it usually does, Y/N first found herself scouring Zillow, then touring homes in the area, and finally standing outside a three bedroom, two bath, two-story cream house in Hampstead. Her house.

The little moving truck she had rented sat beside her as she stared at her future. The realtor had told her they would be there in ten minutes. For the next ten minutes all Y/N had to do was keep herself from combusting, or worse, sobbing.

She felt overwhelmed already. Renting a flat in London was one way to describe herself as independent. Owning a home in Hampstead seemed like a whole new level of adulthood she wasn’t sure if she was prepared for.

After taking a few deep breaths to ground herself, Y/N walked up to the gate that kept her front yard narrowly separated from the sidewalk. She lifted one hand from beneath the box she clutched tightly to her chest to push past the iron-rod gateway. The garden was cute, a little bland, and she thought to herself that maybe she’d develop some gardening skills now that she had her own front yard. The thought made her smile a little, refraining from laughing aloud while on her lonesome, since she had never taken interest in gardening before. But this house. This house. It was a new beginning. It was a fucking unwritten journal. Blank film. Unknown territory. She could be anyone in this house.

She gently placed the cardboard box on the first step up to the front door. There was no porch, but she couldn’t complain. It was gorgeous and she was lucky to get it at the price she did. The house was cream with dark blue accents and a grey shingled roof. Lots of windows. It was classic and it was hers.

After the realtor came with her keys and made sure everything seemed alright, Y/N’s couple of friends, Amélie and Daniel, arrived with their cars filled with items she had needed picking up from various stores. They helped her move her stuff into the house. Thankfully it was already half furnished, meaning she didn’t have to go out and buy beds or couches or any of those big items that are both expensive and a hassle to deal with.

By the time the evening had rolled around, everything was in the house and it actually seemed semi put together. Y/N looked around, sweat apparent on her face and hands on her hips, proud of what she had accomplished. The nerves from earlier had been drowned by pride.

The next day, she woke up from her first night in the house. It felt like a dream even though she was sure she was awake.

She had to navigate her way to the airport today to pick up her dog from his long flight and then mainly settle into the house. Her house sat on Sherwood Avenue, one of the many streets in Hampstead. It’s neighboring houses were much larger. The ones directly next to and across from her weren’t drastically bigger but what she had yet to learn was that next to the house across from her there were two houses that had been joined together by their slightly eccentric owner. A man who would be the match that ignited the flame that was the rest of her life.

This unknown fact quickly became known after Y/N’s first few weeks in her new neighbourhood. The eccentric - more so absurdly rich - neighbor who conjoined the houses was Harry Styles.

The first time they crossed paths she wasn’t even aware of it. It was the day she moved in. He had been out for his usual morning run and was rounding the corner when she had pulled up in her moving van. Once inside his home, he snoopily watched on as his neighbour began to move in. He hadn’t taken note of much about her, just that she was new and that she had a nice pair of jeans on that day.

The second time, Y/N was convinced she needed to get her eyes checked because there was no way that she had just seen Harry Styles key himself into the house across the way from her. There was no way that she had moved into the same area as him, let alone the same street. It seemed far more plausible that she needed a psych evaluation or a strong glasses prescription.

But the third instance of them crossing paths, she was proven wrong. She was on her way back from the neighbourhood park when she saw a guy jogging towards her. With a yellow beanie and a black Columbia sweatshirt paired with running shorts and shoes, he was hard to ignore running straight towards her. The iconic curls, strong jawline, and soft green eyes were dead giveaways this time. After making brief eye contact as their paths literally crossed, she felt herself make a little face of odd interest. Her head quirked and her eyes narrowed, lips pursed with slight confusion. That was definitely him.

After that, she found herself seeing Harry around the neighbourhood a relatively good amount. She’d see him at the park, at the coffee shop, on their street, and more. They didn’t speak. She really didn’t think he would want to be bothered by his neighbours and she certainly wasn’t willing to test the theory. They sometimes gave a small smile of acknowledgement but nothing really friendly. Just ‘you exist and I know that’.

Fridays are Y/N’s favorite day. It’s the beginning of the weekend, she never has to go into work and it’s simply a nice day. People are happier, they smile brighter and it just seems like the world is a little better than usual.

Friday was especially amazing today because her childhood best friend, Cate, was arriving at London Heathrow in the evening. Y/N had begged Cate to fly out to see the new house in person and Cate had finally found the time to run away to England for a week.

She shut her front door carefully behind her and placed her headphones in her ears. Rori, that little terrier, who had made a similar flight to see Y/N’s place not too long ago, scampered out the door with her and jumped happily at her legs as she fiddled with her phone. Her coat ruffles around her disturbed from the morning air. It’s blanket-like fabric that consisted of a deep blue backdrop with felt giraffes sewn on it, kept her warm while she walked. With her mind racing with weekend plans and ideas for her and Cate to do both in Hampstead and the city, she crossed the street like usual and began to walk with her dog to the coffee shop for her morning tea.

Unlike usual, she fumbled just as she was putting her phone in her pocket and bumped into something large and definitely not sedentary.

“I’m so sorry!” She blushed and moved backwards from the man who had just been shutting his own front gate to head somewhere.

“S’alright. No harm, no foul.” He looks down at her and her dog. Rori seems excited by the stranger and sniffs him eagerly. A single paw prodding at the man’s long leg.

She grimaces, hearing the voice and stepping back allows her to fully recognize who she had just bumped into. Her neighbour. The runner. Harry Styles.

“Sorry.” She mutters again as Rori continues to prod at Harry’s leg.

She tries to coax Rori away, but Harry simply smiles and leans down to the small dog.

“Hi there buddy,” he coos and rubs the top of the fluffy dogs head, in between his pointy ears, “What’s your name?”

“Rori.” She states easily, Harry’s eyes flickering to her smoothly. Rori makes a smile babbling noise that sounds a bit like a tiny roar - hence the name - and Harry chuckles to himself.

“He’s really adorable,” he finally says and straightens up from his admiring of the dog.

The grimace becomes more of a smile on her face and she mumbles a “Thank You”.

As her neighbour - who hasn’t introduced himself (which wasn’t necessary, but still) or bothered to ask for her introduction - seems to be about to say something new when his phone begins to vibrate obnoxiously. He twitches, his large hands immediately going to his pockets for the important device. He checks the message and looks back at her face.

“Sorry, I have to run...um,” he’s not sure what to say. He really does have to go, but he doesn’t even know his neighbour’s name. He’ll have to make sure to get it at some point in the near future. Especially now that he’s acquainted with her dog.

“No worries,” she smiles completely this time, relieved for the whole interaction to be over. She felt like she was going to explode with each passing moment. In the presence of a legendary musician, c’mon, who wouldn’t be freaking out. All she could think about was how Harry Styles now knew her dog’s name. What the fuck!

Upon arriving at the airport, she waited patiently for Cate to walk out of the customs area.

When she did, the two young women began jumping up and down excitedly, Y/N squealing only slightly. They hugged and began chattering intensely, catching up on lost time that generally occurs when you live an ocean apart.

Finally, one comment rings through the constant back and forth and Cate stops.

“Wait, what did you just say,” she questions as they begin walking to catch an uber back to Hampstead.

“I think my house might be haunted?” Y/N’s voice raising because she’s unsure if that’s what Cate was talking about.

“No, no, the thing after that. I think I must’ve misheard you.”

“Harry Styles is my neighbour?” Y/N’s brows raise as she looks over at her best friend, curious to know what she will say.

“Yes! Explain. Now!”

“It’s not really a big deal. It’s a nice neighbourhood, it makes sense that celebrities of his caliber want to live there.”

“That is not explaining. You have to introduce us!”

As they climb into their uber and settle in for the short ride back to Hampstead, Y/N sighs and tells Cate everything she knows.

“We’ve only just spoken today and I’ve been here for a couple weeks. He lives across the street and down one, I guess. I just see him around, it’s not like he knows who I am. He didn’t even get my name today, just Rori’s.” She laughs lightly, still finding it funny that Harry knows her dog’s name.

Cate nods, leaning in slightly to her best friend, hardly able to contain her awestruckness from the story and baffledness at Y/N’s calmness. “So, like, when do I get to meet him?”

“Girl, I don’t fucking know. Never, if you’re going to act wild. I don’t want the neighbourhood to think I’m not chill.”

“Sometimes…” Cate starts and leans away from Y/N jokingly, “I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

They both smile, bumping elbows silently. The song on the radio fading in louder as their words die out.

The next day, Y/N took Cate to the local park. It was expansive and connected to the football fields that local teams would play at. The park section was a luscious green that was maintained with copious amounts of watering by the township.

She and Cate settled on a patch of grass near a slender tree that would offer some shade if the sun’s rays became too harsh. The quilt they sat on was something her grandmother had made her when she was maybe 8 years old, meaning it was torn in places and completely worn in a different shade of pink than it had been initially.

They set up their picnic and played music, enjoying the sunny day. Something rare and fleeting as the fall began to creep up on Hampstead.

They eat and catch up on life for about an hour. Basking in the sunlight, Y/N had laid on her back and was staring up at the clouds passing along the sky. Cate was carefully watching their surroundings, simply taking in her friend’s new home, but possibly for another reason too.

“Hey, isn’t that…” Cate trails off, trying to subtly nod in the direction of an approaching figure.

Y/N sits up, her hands holding her up from behind her. Her hair fails in front of her shoulders slightly and it’s a little disheveled from being mused in the grass. She looks discreetly in the direction of Cate’s nodding and then looks at her friend and rolls her eyes.

“Yes, but don’t say anything, he might not even notice me and I’m certainly not calling out to him.”

‘Illicit Affairs’ by Taylor Swift is playing off her speaker and as she’s about to change it, Cate turns it up slightly. They share a glare with one another before trying to act casual again, even though both of their eyes kept flickering to the man who seemed to be continuing closer and closer to their set up.

It became clear that Harry was approaching them after all and Y/N tried to carry on an unbothered conversation with Cate, which was hard with the constant nudging of Cate’s foot on her shin.

He stops a mere foot away from their blanket, beaming at the two young women lounging on the ground. He makes an attempt at a casual wave, his large hand splaying his fingers quickly, before opening his mouth to speak.

Cate beats him to the punch. “Hello there!”

“Erm, hi!” He says nicely to her and then looks at Y/N.

“No Rori today?” He inquires.

“No,” she smiles, slightly blushing at the fact that he remembered her and her dog. “He’s napping.”

“Ah, I see,” He pauses, “I feel like I need to apologize.” He continues.

“For what?” She questions and Cate watches on anxiously, mesmerized by Harry and dying to see what happens next.

“I ran off before I could even ask for your name or introduce myself. It was terribly rude.”

“Oh,” she can’t stop smiling, “It’s nothing to apologize for, I’m sure you’re busy. Besides I had to get my day started, otherwise I would’ve been late picking her up.” She points to Cate who smiles sheepishly, still internally screaming over the fact that her friend is able to talk so easily to a celebrity.

Harry nods and looks at Cate again, “Just visiting I take it then?”

She nods quickly, words escaping her. Y/N chuckles under her breath and swoops in to save her friend any embarrassment. “Cate’s my best friend and she’s been kind enough to take time out of her extremely busy life to come look at my new house.”

He hums, still standing a respectful distance from their set-up. “Nice to meet you, Cate,” he says very kindly. Then he laughs, but in a way that is like he’s beside himself. The two women both quirk their heads at him. Y/N squints her eyes slightly, trying to understand the guy she is talking to and connecting him with the man that is all over the news all of the time for his musical genius.

“Now I know your dog and best friend’s names but still not yours. At this point, I’m begging you to tell me.”

They all laugh and Y/N feels nervous for the first time since Harry had walked up.

“You first,” she smiles slyly.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise, but then go back to normal. Harry was very smart, she likely knew his name, but one, she was trying to be funny and two, she was also trying to be courteous. He preferred to introduce himself rather than just be told who he is, even if people already knew. It allowed him to maintain some normalcy.

“‘M Harry,” He says with a smile.

“Alright.” She says and then remains quiet.

Harry’s lips quirk up in a faint smile, amused at her expression.

“I thought it was a ‘show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ type of situation or was I mistaken?” He finally asks when she remains silent still.

The two young women laugh and Y/N bites the inside of her cheek, both feeling flustered and completely in control at the same time.

“You weren’t mistaken, I was just thinking.” Then she pauses again and Cate thinks Harry is about to combust and Harry thinks he’s going to as well with all the anticipation that has been built up over his neighbor’s name, even though he was pretty sure he’d heard it in passing at one point or another but had forgotten quickly afterwards.

“It’s Y/N.”

Harry releases a facetious sigh of relief, “Oh thank god! Finally!” His words quickly turn into an infectious laugh that is paired with a shining smile and she feels like she’s swooning right then and there. The control has gone out the window and she’s taken with her neighbor. He’s wonderful in that moment and she forgets about Cate or the park or anything. It’s just Harry and how it seems like he’s smiling just for her.

“Now that I’ve gotten your name,” he smiles pointedly at her after his laughter has faded away. The smile doesn’t leave his face though, his eyes still crinkled, his dimples still showing.

She nods, encouraging him to continue. Cate feels like she’s watching a movie unfold in front of her and she wishes she could record the entire interaction.

“I can finally ask you, Y/N, where did you get that fabulous coat I saw you wearing yesterday?”

She twitches further upright, eyes bringing themselves directly inline with Harry’s gaze. “Oh,” she inhales, “The giraffe one, yeah?”

He nods.

“I got it from a Goodwill years ago. It’s some vintage company that used to only make sleepwear. I looked up the tag one time and it doesn’t exist anymore. Super cool, though. Wish I could buy more.”

“Yeah,” Harry says eagerly, even taking a step towards the women, “It was so intriguing. Maybe, if you didn’t mind of course -” he falters, losing his courage for a moment, “you could bring it over and my stylist could check it out. I would love something similar and I’m sure he could figure it out.”

She shrugs. It wasn’t crazy, especially not for Harry - she assumed. She was certain he often found things he liked but there was only one of them so he would just order his own. She couldn’t help the pride that was swelling inside her though it that moment. Harry Styles liking her jacket so much he asked where it was from and then wanting his stylist to look at it. She’d jump for joy when she was in the safety of her private home later tonight with Cate.

“One condition,” she says and Harry’s brows quirk amusedly at her.

“You are a very tit for tat person,” he muses.

“Fair’s fair,” she shrugs again and then looks around her quickly, “It’s simple so don’t get too worked up over it, buddy.”

He laughs slightly again and tries to figure out what she’s looking for. When she extends a scratched up, sticker-covered point and shoot film camera he smiles.

“Can you take a picture of Cate and I? It’s always just the two of us so we never have anyone to take pictures of us together.”

Harry grins at this and her sincere face. Cate is a little taken aback, because while it’s technically true, it’s not entirely factual. They have plenty of film pictures of them - maybe not recently though. And she wasn’t going to question Y/N right now. It seemed like she knew what she was doing.

Harry takes the camera and begins to look through the viewfinder. The women scoot closer together and Cate wraps her arm around Y/N’s shoulder. She leans in to press her cheek against her best friend. They smile up at the camera and Harry crouches slightly to get a better angle.

“Alright,” he mumbles, “Ready?...Cheese!”

Their smiles stay hung on their face as they listen for the click and when the faint sound befalls their ears, Cate laughs and Y/N pulls away. She reaches forward for the camera, her hand easily brushing Harry’s large one.

Their smiles meet each other and Cate can’t help but notice how they grow as the two of them look at one another.

“Thank you,” Y/N says sweetly and pulls back to retake her seat on the blanket.

Harry straightens up, his grin falling back into that signature smirk. “No problem.”

“So-” He begins but she cuts him off.

“Well, I’m sure I’ll see you around, yeah?”

He clears his throat, feeling thrown off. “Yeah, sure. I guess next time I see you we can talk about when a good time would be for your jacket to come over?”

His voice raises at the end of his question a little more than usual, he’s trying to get her to bite, but she doesn’t seem like someone who is easily thrown off. He is trying to read her and she’s been completely cool the entire time. It’s intriguing. Even more so than the jacket, even though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it, it wasn’t really his focus when he walked across the park to her and Cate.

“Yep! It was nice finally meeting you Harry.”

He feels the cue to walk off and says his farewells. As he walks off, back on course to his intended destination, his head is filled with questions. Most important of them being when he would see her again.

Cate and Y/N watch him walk towards the football fields. They see him meet with a group of men and it seems like they’re there to practice or play a game. Y/N couldn’t be sure.

“He likes you!” Cate finally bursts out.

Y/N rolls her eyes, “Stop trying to make me take the piss. That’s a fucking lie and you know it.”

“It’s not! He likes you and you obviously like him, I mean, but we been knew.”

“Having a crush on the famous Harry Styles when you’re 17 is different than me liking my neighbour Harry.”

“But you like him don’t you? He’s even better than he was when he was 19. Now he’s all grown up and established and more your style anyway.”

“Shut up! He could hear you.”

“He really couldn't, he's yards away, you’re just paranoid.” Cate continues to tease and ridicule her best friend over Harry and Y/N is just about ready to up and leave, but she also can’t help but laugh it off.

“I’m literally gonna kick you out if you keep talking,” Y/N says between laughs and the women feel like they’re back in high school losing their minds over the stupidest joke ever.

“Okay, fine. But all I have to say is I will hold this over you when you end up together.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, whatever. Just be prepared to wait forever because I can promise you Harry Styles and I are never ending up together.”

Two Weeks Later

Y/N walked to her door after hearing the doorbell ring and opened it to find her neighbour standing with his arm raised ready to knock.

“Hey, Harry,” She greeted easily, but not entirely sure why he was here.

They hadn’t really seen each other since their official meeting in the park. It hadn’t bothered her and it hadn’t really bothered Harry either. It seemed like they both had extremely busy lives that they didn’t plan on throwing out the window because they had said they would meet up at some point. She liked that.

Harry had come over because he finally had a break in his schedule and was hoping to talk about the jacket and anything else really. He was interested in getting to know her and he didn’t care to hide it.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go get a coffee or something?” He asked, leaning himself against her door frame now.

Her eyebrows raise and her eyes widen a little bit, not completely sure she heard him correctly.

“Right now?!” She asked incredulously.

She was wearing an oversized grey sweatshirt and black bike shorts that peaked out from underneath the sweatshirt hem. One of her socks was shoved around her ankle while the other was pulled up flat to touch the base of her calf. She didn’t think she was looking the most presentable at the moment. She had been basking in her day off by simply laying on the couch watching hours of Netflix.

He nods, his smile growing on his face. Her flustered expression only made him happier. She was always so nonchalant with him, he wanted to see her a little more antsy.

“Unless you’re busy,” he adds seriously, not wanting to bother her, just wanting to spend time with her.

“No, no. I’m not...I’m not busy. I just wasn’t expecting any plans where I would be required to go out in public. Let me just...um, come inside and then give me five minutes.”

“Sure,” Harry smiles again as he steps into her home.

Her smile is sheepish and much less genuine then the one Harry holds on his face as he takes in her abode. She tells him to make himself comfortable and then runs to her room to try and possibly fix her state in under five minutes.

She tears around her room, heaving off the frumpy sweatshirt and grabbing a long sleeve striped v-neck top she had hanging out half out of her hamper, a sign known to her that while it was clean enough to wear, if she happened to do laundry she should wash it. Slipping it over her head, she walks to her dresser and leans over to open the bottom drawer and unfolds a pair of dark wash oversized jeans. There’s no holes in them and she throws them on the bed so that she can slip out of her current pants. Next, onto the socks, she swaps out the current ones for a fresh black pair and finds her tortoise print boots to flick on. As she just about runs into her en suite bathroom, she zips the two boots up between steps. A quick comb through her hair, deodorant, two spritz of perfume, her eyelash curler and mascara and she’s running back to where Harry is waiting in her living room.

He blinks surprisedly at her promptness, usually giving people more time then what they say they need. She had indeed gotten ready in five minutes. He thought she looked breathtaking. And she felt like she was at a lack for breath in any case.

“It’s a bit cold out,” he glances to the window.

“Isn’t it always?” She smiles, finally catching her breath.

He chuckles and then nods, a smile appearing on his face as he feels a warmth in his chest at her wit.

“Ready?” He checks in.

She nods, grabbing a coat she kept hung by the door.

“Just the coffee shop down the way?” She inquires as they exit the house and she locks the door behind her.

Harry hums, waiting down a step for her to turn around and walk beside him. It was so strange to her, this felt all too normal with him. Like he was just a friend who had come to pick her up for coffee, her neighbor, nothing more.

“Did you hear the new season of the Crown is coming out soon?” Harry asks as they walk shoulder to shoulder (technically since her shoulder wasn’t in line with his).

“Really?” She looks at him, “I love that show!”

“Me too,” He looks at her and smiles happily.

“That’s amazing,” she breathes mostly to herself, half about the show and half about how Harry watches television and that he watches one of her favorite shows.

There’s silence. The brisk air pricking their cheeks as they walk down their street. Their puffs of breath create a slight mist of white ahead of them and then quickly dissipates.

Her eyes flit up to Harry’s chiseled jaw and face and she watches him as his eyes carefully and meaningfully take in his surroundings. Was it her turn to take a stab at conversation? It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence but she just wasn’t sure what was going on.

“You play football right?” She says finally as they turn onto the next street that would bring them closer to the café they both frequented.

She remembered seeing him there on several occasions. The tips he left were always overly generous, which she assumed you could do when you were exorbitantly rich. He always smiled when he ordered and knew the baristas by name. His order rarely differed and she hated to admit but she knew his two regulars. His actual “regular” was a 12 ounce black coffee, dark roast, no cream and no sugar. The other, his “I’ll actually have”, was a 16 ounce iced green tea, no cream and no sugar.

She couldn’t help that she was observant and that when ‘H’ was called at the bar she looked at what was pushed out, patiently waiting for him to come snatch it up with a smile and nod to the workers before he left. Sometimes he’d even smile at her over the lid of his drink as he exited the establishment. It was warm and inviting and she felt good about the twinkle in his eye that never seemed to waver no matter the day.

Now they were going there together and she’d have to pretend like she’d never noticed what he got as a drink.

He responds to her question with another glance at her and a simple “yes”. His hands shove into his pockets and one side of his pink lips quirk up. He continues, “I’m on a local team with some mates. We’re in a little competition with our league. The final match is coming up this Sunday actually...You should come.”

He says it so casually it almost doesn’t catch her off guard. Harry inviting her to his football game, maybe this was going to be her life now. Going to her neighbours football match. Going to Harry Styles’ football match.

“Sunday…” She sounds out, choosing to look out into the distance instead of at him. “What time?”

“Eight.”

“P.M. right?” She responds quickly, worried since she never wakes up that early and rarely before 10 a.m. on the weekends for that matter.

“Of course,” he chuckles.

They’ve come upon the café and he’s quick to grab the handle to open the door and let her go before him. She can’t stop the blush and smile that spread on her face as she ducks her head into the warm and cozy shop. Men had opened doors for her before and she really thought of herself as a strong woman who didn’t need a man for anything, but something about Harry’s action felt especially, and specifically, chivalrous. Why, she had no idea.

Neither of them stop to look at the menu. They were regulars and they both knew that about each other as well. He gestures for her to go first and she mutters her thanks before turning to the patiently waiting barista. She orders and is about to hand over her card when Harry suavely steps in and says, “Don’t worry about it. I invited you with me, I’ll pay.”

It was both completely unexpected and expected at the same time. Knowing she’d never win this fight, she thanked him again, glanced at the man taking her order and then stepped aside. Harry orders his own drink and then pays for both. Today he leaves double the amount he usually leaves for tip, she assumes since it’s two drinks he was paying for.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?” She says quietly to him once they’re in a corner of the café waiting for their drinks.

He stands slightly slumped against the wall, closer to her height right now. He only shrugs, his good natured smile not once leaving his face since he entered this place.

“I wanted to,” he said simply right as the drinks were ready since it wasn’t particularly busy on this random Friday afternoon.

They glance outside and see that it’s begun to drizzle while they’ve been inside. She sighs, having hoped to walk around a little after being inside all day.

Instead, they sit at the corner table in the café, across from each other. She moves on from the paying thing, knowing it was simply how this guy probably operated most of his life.

He got a black coffee today, the cold and rain likely contributing to that choice.

As one pop song fades out, slightly under the sound of the coffee machines, she’s about to tell Harry she’s pretty sure she can make his final football match when ‘Cardigan’ fades in. It’s the second time a Taylor Swift song has been playing while she’s been in the presence of Harry and they were conversing. She tries to ignore one of her favorite songs at the moment. Harry doesn’t seem to pay much mind to it. His foot is tapping against his other, but it’s been tapping like that since they sat down.

“I think I could probably make it to your game,” she says finally after a pause and a sip of her own drink.

Harry grins at the response and launches into how great it will be if they win and how happy everyone will be. She smiles along and doesn’t notice the slight head swaying to the song that she’s begun.

“Fan of Taylor?” Harry inquires and Y/N’s face drops, eyes widening cartoonishly.

She stutters, a nervous laugh leaving her mouth before she can actually say something. How does she respond about liking Taylor Swift to a man who counts her as an ex. She’s at a loss.

“Yeah, uh,” she finally starts.

Harry watches her curiously, obviously noticing her discomfort as his question.

“I used to not really consider myself a fan. I don’t really follow her just because I don’t really follow...um...musicians,” she chokes out the last word realizing Harry fits that category. “But, after folklore, I don’t know, this album really spoke to me. I also really like Lover and...uh” she pauses again, sticking on 1989, an album she has argued with her friends about how it’s basically a tell all of the man before her and Taylor’s relationship.

He nods, hoping she’ll continue. He wanted to get to know her and he kind of liked seeing her squirm. “1989?” He finally supplies.

Her blush isn’t able to be covered this time. If her hair didn’t fall in front of her ears she was sure they’d be flushed with blood.

Then she draws out of her own self stress and looks at the smooth man before her and grows calm. He was amazing at winding her up and she didn’t want to seem like some young, impressionable fangirl to him. So, she squared her shoulders and straightened up in her chair.

“Yes, it was pop perfection as one of my college friends liked to say. I’d always listen to it at the gym.” Then she pauses, taking a measured breath, gaining her confidence back. Her eyes meet his, “Is there any songs off it that you particularly enjoy, Mr. Styles.”

He chuckles, mostly because of her emphasis on ‘Style’.

“Shake it off?” He asks.

“Oh fuck off!” She laughs and he joins in with her.

When they catch their breaths from laughing, they simultaneously take sips of their drinks and settle their eyes back on one another. Exes and songs written about oneself weren’t exactly the topics Harry had in mind for the coffee outing he had asked Y/N out on, but talks of exes had never been this funny with anyone else. He was grateful for her playfulness, her demeanor.

“Can I ask you something personal?” She asks quietly and seriously.

“I think we’re past that question, love,” he responds.

“Yeah, I guess,” she pauses and just about whispers, “Pretty much all of them are about you right?”

He shrugs again, his felt coat rustling around his seat. “We never really talked about every single song.”

She leans forward at the ‘we’ Harry is using about himself and Taylor Swift.

“But when I listen to the songs, I hear us in just about every one but a few.”

“Wow,” she breathes and sips her drink. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lived through something that intense and then someone commemorated in a masterpiece.”

“Do you have a favorite on that album?” He asks, moving on from her revelation.

“I love ‘I know places’, it has a cool sound. But I also really love ‘Wonderland’. They both have kind of dark sounds, yet it still is like what you have is so special that the bad bits are worth it. I don’t know, it just seems like a tv show. I don’t think my life could ever be that crazy or dramatic.” She doesn’t notice her use of ‘you’ because she had meant it as a form of analyzing the song theoretically as she had done hundreds of times with her friends, but this time the ‘you’ is literally the ‘you’ the song is talking about.

“Love can turn anyone’s life chaotic.” Harry muses.

The green eye’s that flashed at Taylor throughout that album look at Y/N from across the table and she feels a flip in her stomach at his tone.

Maybe he notices her mild discomfort, maybe that’s just who he is. But after a beat, Harry’s onto the next topic on his mind. He launches into how he’s just returned from Scotland for a shoot for something so undercover he can’t even divulge to her, much to his dismay. She’s taken aback since she didn’t consider her someone Harry would divulge any of his private matters to, but it seemed like he already considered her a confidant. Just not for that. He wants it to be a surprise.

She smiles and listens attentively. She wonders as he goes on about his interesting yet absurdly lavish life whether he even knows what regular life is like anymore. Or if he’d even enjoy it if he experienced it.

Sure, coffee and football were plenty part of regular life . But the football league was something novel to Harry. He had just gotten to do it and he was thrilled by its normalcy.

She regarded him carefully, unsure what the next step was in this budding friendship. Was it dangerous to get involved with someone’s life which seemed to be filled with whirlwind rigor and constant change.

She liked her chaos, don’t get her wrong. She felt like she often was the odd one out in life. Always thinking differently than the ones around her. She often was the one to suggest spontaneous late night trips around town or exploration of an abandoned building known for spooky stories. She liked inviting friends over for themed parties for no specific occasions and she liked taking film pictures of friends like they were models even though it was only for her and her memories. She thought of herself as silly and fun, but what Harry described as his chaotic fun actually was regimented tight schedules of constant travel and work. Interesting experiences came out of that constant travel and work, but didn’t seem like something she necessarily wanted to get herself wrapped up in.

After coffee, they leave the café and it’s pouring now. Instead of going home, Harry insists on walking her to her place. She relents, realizing, once again, that Harry wasn’t someone who took ‘no’ for an answer. She then invites him in because it’s the polite thing to do. And Harry being Harry accepts.

“Want a dry sweatshirt while you wait?” She asks as she slips off her wet shoes and jacket in the entryway. Harry follows suit, his knit sweater being pelted with rain for the last eight minutes left him feeling cold and shivery.

He nods as he toes off his shoes and ventures back to the living room she had him wait in a few hours ago.

“Here,” She says as she tosses a grey sweatshirt in his direction. She believes it's her one from earlier, an innocuous pullover with ‘London’ in collegiate lettering on the front. He catches it as she rounds the corner to turn up the heater.

Her mistake was being so careless to not look at the sweatshirt before handing it over to her neighbor. Anyone else, maybe they wouldn’t have questioned it. But Harry, how could he not.

“What’s this?”

“A sweatshirt,” she doesn’t spare him a glance on the coach as she fiddles with the thermostat.

“It’s one of my sweatshirts,” Harry says and she can hear the smile on his face.

“That’s impossible, I’ve never borrowed-” Her brows had raised at what he said but now her words fall short.

He didn’t mean one of his personal sweatshirts that she possibly borrowed if they were better friends. No. He meant his merchandise.

“It was a gift,” she sighs as she turns to face him. He’s now wearing the sweatshirt proudly and grinning up at her smugly.

She rolls her eyes when he gives her a knowing smile.

“I didn’t know that it was the one I was handing you. Honest!”

“I thought you didn’t “keep up” with musicians,” Harry says playfully, his fingers making quotes appropriately.

“I don’t.” Her tone is serious as she plops on the couch beside Harry.

“I enjoy your music from time to time. Is that a crime?!” She finally exclaims when she can’t handle Harry’s knowing smirk.

“No it’s not, you could have just told me you were a fan!” She tries to stop him and protest that she wouldn’t consider herself a fan, but he continues, “I still would have wanted to have been friends.You’re one of the liveliest neighbors I’ve got. Everyone else on the street is rather dull.”

She chuckles, remembering finding out quickly that the street wasn’t a lively bunch.

“I just wouldn’t say I’m a fan,” she presses and sits across from him.

He continues smiling like he knows the truth.

“I don’t think you’ve met an average person in awhile, Harry.” She finally says after they sat in silence for a few minutes because they were both too stubborn to be the first to talk.

“I would hardly call you average if that’s what you’re implying, Y/N.” He nods her way and he shifts on her plush couch, his legs adjusting themselves on their own accord. “And I know plenty of average people,” he adds huffily.

“I normally wouldn’t either, but compared to who you seem to surround yourself, I very much am. And that’s not meant to be a jab at anyone involved.”

His right hand sneaks up to his head to scratch at the base of a particularly perfect curl. His eyes squint a bit as his mind processes her claim.

“What are you trying to say exactly?”

“I’m just curious to see if you’d actually like me in your life. It seems like you want to be friends with me and that’s great, but realistically I don’t know how much I would fit into it.”

Harry scoffs, “That’s literally bullshit, just relax. I’m so chill you won’t even know what to do with me.”

Now it’s her turn to scoff. “Chill?!” She asks incredulously. Harry nods with a seriousness she hadn’t seen before.

“When’s the next time you’re flying off to another country for work?”

Harry pauses, “Um...the day after the final match. I’m beginning to film a movie, so I’ll be there for a month.”

“Busy bee,” she muses and they both chuckle.

There’s something about the somber look Harry is giving her. His eyes twinkled in the coffee shop and with playful winks she was excited to be in his presence. But after she mentions when his next trip is, he seems saddened. There’s skepticism behind his eyes and maybe he doesn’t like being challenged about who he is from other people, especially those who are new in his life.

But that’s who Y/N is, she’s straightforward and doesn’t lie to someone. If Harry was now her friend, she was going to tell it like it is to him. That personality trait she worried wouldn’t make her long for his world.

“So the cardigan? Do you have it here?” Harry changes the subject, clearly not wanting to actually consider a realistic friendship together instead just charging ahead with no hesitation. Whatever happened they would deal with it as it came. Maybe she should just go with the flow, let herself be swept up into his madness. Maybe it would be easier than fighting it.

“No.”

“Oh?”

“I do, I was joking. Where else would it be?” Her tone is light, trying to get back the shine she had seen Harry exhibit before it had vanished.

Maybe that was Harry’s effect on people. He was vibrant and like an Elton John song. You never wanted that shine to go away, never wanted the song to end. Never wanted him to stop shining his light on you. She felt this happening in just a few hours with him. When he was happy so was she and when he wasn’t entirely shining she wanted to do whatever she could to get it back.

A smile curls on his face and his green eyes narrow slightly. He’s trying to figure her out, know what she’s all about.

“Do you want to go and grab it?” His voice sweetening, almost like a tease. Maybe he means to bite his lip, maybe he doesn’t, but the effect on her is nonetheless earthshaking.

She pops up and smiles back, happy to have made him happy. As she walks out of the room to go get the cardigan that had started this all, her head tilts and she furrows her brow wondering why she felt such a sense of pride just for making him happy.

Would this man cause her to finally put someone else’s wishes ahead of hers?

“Are you on your way?”

She listens to Harry’s slightly worried voice crackle over the speaker of her phone as she shuts her door with the hand not holding her phone to her ear. His voice is raspy and muffled. She assumes it’s from the cold air of London at night and the scarf he is likely got wrapped around his neck.

“Yes! Jeez, I’m on my way. Walking over right now.”

It’s the final match for Harry’s football team and if they win the game then they get a trophy and it’s all Harry has been talking about since they got coffee and she handed over her cardigan.

Harry huffed an “alright” on the other side of the line and she called a “see you soon” before hanging up.

He was both eager for Y/N to come and possibly meet some of his teammates and a few of his close friends who he had invited and for her to arrive so that she wasn’t walking out late at night alone. He hadn’t known her for long, but he felt a certain protectiveness over her. She was relatively alone here, only two friends at work that she had mentioned and everyone else lived far away. She said she didn’t mind it, but Harry had a hard time understanding it since he surrounded himself with his friends as much as he could and was constantly either traveling or having them travel to see him.

He had even contemplated inviting her to come to Los Angeles with him for a month, but knew she would remind him of her ever important job that she couldn’t just randomly take a month off.

He’d have to ask her what exactly she did because every time he tried to remember, it always slipped his mind.

When her figure came into sight below the fluorescent lights, he breathed a sigh of relief. A grin spread on his face as she beamed at him and waved a bit. He didn’t understand how she couldn’t see how special she was. Every time he saw her he felt himself straighten up and feel a bubbling in his chest. Her smile was infectious and the way her eyes glittered when she looked away quickly and then returned eye contact made him want to stay in her presence forever.

“You made it!” Harry said and scooped her up in his arms, not realizing just how happy he was to see her, swinging her around in a half circle.

She laughs in surprise, but appreciates the warmth Harry’s hug offers her. She’s not quite sure they had ever touched each other before this moment beside shoulder brushes and hand touches. Nothing so...purposeful.

“I made it,” she confirms and pats him on his broad shoulders.

Questions in her mind raced as she questioned whether it was normal for friendships to happen like this. She knew in college friendships could happen this quickly. And that’s when it dawned on her, she really hadn’t made a new friend since college and that was why everything with Harry was so odd to her. She had forgotten what new friendship was. She needed to stop questioning everything and just live in the moment with a person she really liked being with.

Harry’s hands move from her waist and one stays to lead her forward so he can introduce her to some of his mates, as he had promised.

She felt at home in that moment. His hand on the small of her back, his heat radiating off of him and her hair swept behind her ears and her cheek pressed to his shoulder staring up at him sweetly.

She meets Charlotte, a member of Harry’s band who lives in London, her boyfriend, Mitch (who had just happened to find himself in Hampstead this weekend), Ben, and a few more people she couldn’t remember all the names of.

Harry’s team wins the game and Y/N’s not sure if she’s ever seen someone so happy to win an adult league football match. There wasn’t any official trophy except the one Harry had made himself and said he would even give to the other team if they won. It was engraved with the words “The World’s Greatest Football Team of Stars Ever. October 22, 2020”. It doesn’t even make sense but she’d been holding it for the entire night as he played.

He goes down the line of his friends who have been watching and gives them all jubilant kisses on the lips. When he reaches Y/N she holds out the trophy and he grins and gives her a kiss on the cheek. His lips are surprisingly soft and his scratchy stubble tickles her and she swiftly pulls back, a smile on her face and blush on her cheeks nonetheless.

Charlotte and Mitch share a look between the two of them and Ben’s eyes narrow slightly at the interaction. His eyes narrow just as they had when Harry had strutted over to the group with Y/N before the game. He had happily named everyone and she had shaken all of their hands with a warm smile on her lips. Ben had regarded her warily and she had shaken it off as the chill of the night air. But there it was again, not quite trusting of the neighbour girl Harry had just randomly befriended a few days ago.

The team and the friends of the team decide they deserve to celebrate this win, mostly at the request of Harry.

Y/N tries to find a time to leave, to return to her place so she can prepare for her day at work tomorrow. But no excuses will be heard from Harry and she has a hard time saying no to his sparkling eyes and gorgeous grin that she’s growing far too accustomed to.

She’s ushered down to the closest pub with the rest of them and finds herself chatting with Charlotte’s boyfriend. He’s the most...normal. She’s not sure how to explain it, but he doesn’t seem to be regarding her as different, unlike every other one of Harry’s friends. They were all perfectly nice and cordial with her, but she just felt like she wasn’t a part of their group, their world and she didn’t know how to explain it.

Charlotte and Mitch are rather nice too, but they’re more reserved with her. They’re musicians, like Harry, and they somewhat have that air of awareness around them that Harry sometimes gets. She thinks it’s from the fame, having to constantly be wary of who is around you, what everyone is doing, what is happening next. She doesn’t mind it, it’s just not something she’s used to.

She wishes she could just throw back some drinks and she could allow herself to be more...well just be more. More of a presence, more of herself, but she has a job she has to get to bright and early. Tomorrow was Monday and for her that meant work. So she sips a beer that Harry insisted be on his tab and she makes small talk with Charlotte’s boyfriend about how he’s been helping her produce her first EP. Charlotte occasionally pops in when she hears her name, but mostly is conversing with Mitch over something silly. Y/N knows because they keep laughing.

Harry is going around to just about everyone in the party and she watches as he happily talks with every one of his friends. He’s ecstatic and she wonders if she’s ever experienced happiness like he has.

At midnight she attempts to make a French exit, as her mother always called it, and slip away with little to no farewells, but Harry spots her before she can.

“You’re leaving already?” Harry asks loudly, the euphoria of winning his silly little game and drinking a fair amount of pints has him at his peak boisterity.

“I have work tomorrow,” she says warily, slumping slightly from the weight of Harry’s arm slinging around her shoulder.

He turns serious and straightens up slightly, his green eyes looking especially dark in the pubs dim lighting as they look her dead in the eye. “Let me walk you home.”

“I can get home by myself,” she laughs, shrugging off his hold. “Plus, the host can’t leave his own celebration.” She gestures to everyone else happily celebrating on a Sunday, somehow not bothered by the beginning of the average week.

He steps closer, his brow furrowing for the first time that night. One of his large hands raises to his tousled hair and he runs it through the tresses. He even nibbles at his lower lip as he contemplates his decision. Then quickly and suddenly, he makes up his mind,

“No, I’ll escort you. Can’t have my neighbour walk home this late alone. I’ll just leave my card with Mitch. He’ll settle up the tab.” He smiles at his perfect plan and she grimaces feeling slightly embarrassed that he would leave his friends to walk her home. “Won’t you Mitch?” Harry calls as he grabs his coat from the wall next to the door. Mitch simply nods and Harry yells his farewells, Y/N waves meekly.

“That was...interesting,” she mulls over her words as they walk through the cold night air outside of the pub.

“Amazing, right?” Harry speaks over her less enthusiastic voice.

“You have a lot of friends,” she mused, trying to sound less disheartened than she had in her last statement.

Harry only hums and shivers slightly from the cold. His breath comes clearly out in puffs in the cold night air. Y/N’s is muffled by her scarf wrapped tightly up to her chin. She’s tucked his face as far into it as possible but her nose won’t stop from freezing as they walk.

Her hand goes up to it and she rests her palm to the tip of it. The motion grabs Harry’s attention and he looks directly at her curiously.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m freezing,” she muffles out, “This helps my cold nose not be so..cold.”

He chuckles and wraps his arm around her shoulder and she easily folds into him, welcoming any warmth right now.

After another moment of silence and them enjoying each other’s warmth and slight smell of whatever perfumes they had chosen earlier that night as well as beer and wood of the pub, Harry nuzzles his head above hers and then asks her something.

“Was that overwhelming for you?”

She’s quiet, thankful his eyes can’t reach hers right now. He was too powerful with those things.

“I, um, a little. I just...I just realized today that I haven’t made a new friend since college outside of work and it was overwhelming just hanging out with you. So all of your friends as well, yeah, it was a bit much for me.”

Harry looks out at the empty street ahead of them and sighs in realization. In his excitement, he hadn’t accounted how she might have felt tonight until just now. He wanted to kick himself for not thinking of her feelings, but other’s feelings slipped his mind so easily sometimes.

They round their street corner and she nuzzles back into his side.

“I’m sorry, love.” He rubs at her outer arm, “I didn’t think about it like that. I was just so excited for my plan to come together. Maybe next time, it’ll just be a couple of them rather than so many?”

“Sure,” she says quickly, wanting to make him happy, knowing how much he cared about his friends. “I feel like we need to hang out more with just you before I osmos into your friend group though if I’m being honest.”

“Well that can definitely be arranged,” he says and reluctantly lets go of her body. They’ve arrived at her door.

“I also want to see the inside of your house at some point.” She tugs at one of his hands before it can disappear into his warm coat pocket. “Houses,” she corrects.

“That can also be arranged,” Harry smiles with his lips closed. Pink lips and rosy cheeks extra bright from the cold. He plays with her fingers as the two stand close to one another, happy for the alone time and chalking the proximity up to heat sharing.

“You leave tomorrow right?” She finally asks.

His head falls and he sighs.

“Yeah…”

“It’s just a month,” she smiles, trying to stop Harry from being so dramatic. Especially when there was no logical reason for him to be so upset over not seeing his neighbour - she keeps telling herself.

“Are you sure you can’t quit your job and just fly out with me?” He pleads.

She throws her head back in laughter and shifts closer to him, her front porch light illuminating and shadowing every perfect place on Harry’s gorgeous face.

“Not even a chance.”

“That is a shame,” he takes an experimental step closer and she feels his breath fan across her cheeks at his last word.

She wrinkles his nose at the smell of his last beer, even though coming from him it was endearing.

Just as she feels him being to shift his head closer, she steps forward and gives him a tight hug.

“Goodnight Harry,” she whispers into his ear, “Safe travels.”

Then she’s stepping back and swiftly unlocking her door. She moves it slowly so as to not wake Rori and then Harry’s left alone and dumbfounded on her doorstep.

He definitely preferred being with her alone, but now he didn’t even have that chance until next month. And nonetheless she had just sidestepped his kiss with such ease he’s not even sure if he meant to kiss her. It had felt right, but why? Because it was cold and picture perfect? Or because he was enchanted by her and liked her as more than a new friend?

She slumps in her kitchen and fixes an Emergen-C to stave off the chill of the night and any germs that might have been lurking around the pub. She hopes when she walks to her bedroom she can check the front porch and see that Harry has gone home because she would hate to turn the light off on him.

How could he have expected her to kiss him just then? They’ve only just met each other a few weeks ago? And he’s Harry Styles and she just lives in the neighbourhood. What the actual fuck had happened to her life?

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request a bucky Barnes one shot with the line “I think that you’re not as dark as you want people to believe” please?

a/n: yup yup !! i hope you enjoy <333 I kinda went overboard on this one hehe,, feel free to send in some bucky requests !! pls tell me what u guys think !!

word count: 5.1k ,,, i said it was long,,

minor faws spoilers ?

bucky paints himself as a villain, someone to avoid at all costs. you think he’s too scared to admit how soft he really is.

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A groan escaped your lips as you mindlessly moved your hand around, trying to find where your phone was in order to turn off your alarm. You sighed as you finally found it quickly shutting it off and closing your eyes again. You lay there with an empty mind, sleep about to over come you again, thoughts of soft sheets and cozy couch- ding! ding! ding!

You jumped up in surprise, heart racing as your second alarm went off. Rubbing your eyes you tumbled out of bed, shuffling to the restroom to change and get your morning started. You headed out the door of your apartment, locking it quickly before going to work, taking notice of the uhaul truck parked outside.

As the day went by you went through the motions of your day, you were itching to get back home, eager to see if you had new neighbors or not. The last time you had neighbors it was a sweet old man, he brought you banana bread when he first moved in, telling you he hoped to be a good neighbor to you.

You had grown close to him, Stan, soon thinking of him like your own grandpa, but he moved away to live with one of her children. He had taught you to be more level headed and less stubborn and always treat other with kindness.

The thought of him warmed your heart, deciding then that if you had a new neighbor you would bake them some banana bread as a welcome gift, you hoped they were around your age since you didn’t have many friends and most of them were too busy half the time to hang out with you.

As you returned home, the door for the apartment next door was wide open and you could hear voices talking while boxes were moved around.

“Steve i can move it on my own youll break your back trying” a deep voice spoke, another one followed, this one lighter and raspier.

“you and i are the same age shut up” the other man spoke. You smiled as the two bickered, probably a son and his dad or grandfather you guessed.

You changed quickly, taking note of missing ingredients for your banana bread and headed to the store, giddy to meet your new neighbors. You had never been outgoing, throughout college you barely made any friends because you were too scared to talk to strangers, but you were trying to turn a new leaf now.

After paying and heading back to your apartment you quickly got to work, mashing bananas and singing along to your music. Finally popping the bread into the over and sitting on your couch, it was already 8 pm so you hoped your new neighbors would still be up, or else you would have to wait until tomorrow and you didn’t want to give them cold bread.

As the oven dinged and you made sure the bread was perfectly cooked you grinned ear to ear, taking it out and placing it on a plate you had bought earlier, the sides were adorned with a simple but cute floral design and you hoped they liked it.

You were about to head out the door when you took note of your outfit, you but your lip and decided to change clothes quickly, putting on some looser jeans, a white t shirt and a thin sweater.

You grabbed the plate and headed out, listening to see if there was any sound coming from the apartment, luckily you could hear the tv, they were watching a soccer game.

“okay okay, just knock say hello, bread then go easy!” You whispered you yourself, heart racing and palms getting sweaty. You backed away from the door slowly, nerves getting the best of you.

“No i can do this i can do this!” You scolded yourself, in one swift motion you knocked on the door before you could think. You face falling as you realized you had actually knocked, what if it was too loud? What if they thought you were rude now and that you were- oh, wow.

The door opened and there stood none other than Bucky Barnes. You recognized him quickly since he was all over your timeline on Twitter, everyone gushing about how hot he was and how he deserved better. Your mind was blank now that he looked down at you.

“can i help you?” He asked, looking at you and then at the bread, and then back at you. Your eyes widened and you nodded.

“oh yes! bread! I mean heres bread! i made it- here is some bread that i made as a welcome gift, like welcome to your apartment” you rambled, your face was burning and you hoped that somehow he couldn’t tell, maybe girls in the 40’s didn’t blush so he didn’t know what was wrong with your face you thought.

“oh?” was all he said, he could hear your heartbeat racing, he thought you were terrified of him, rushing though your words to get away from him as soon as heavenly possible. Bucky heard you rehearsing outside his door, a small smile on his face as you got the courage to knock, he was excited, maybe he could try to be your friend, his therapist said he needed it, maybe you wouldn’t recognize him and he could start new.

All that was thrown out the window when your eyes widened and your heart began to race faster as you saw him, obviously you knew him, he was the talk of the town at the moment.

“oh my god sorry! I’m y/n, i live right next door” you smiled softly, cocking your head in the direction of your apartment, the plate still in your hands and you wanted to cry because why hasn’t he grabbed the bread yet when i made it just for you.

“I didn’t know if you liked chocolate chip in your banana bread or not so i made it half with and half without i hope that okay” you continued, hoping he would take the hint and grab the plate from you. Thankfully he did and you sighed softly, glad that he took it.

“I uh- don’t really have an opinion” he stated, his lips pressed to a thin line for a second before he cracked a small smile at you, happily returning it.

“well let me know which you preferred” you laughed and he nodded.

“I’m James by the way” he said, placing the plate on a box next to him, “I’ll just got put this on a plate and I’ll give you yours back give me a second” he began and you quickly shook your head at him.

“Oh no! The plate is yours too! you can keep it” you grinned and his mouth opened a bit, no one was this nice to him besides steve. You were too kind, too caring and soft and he didn’t want to taint you or weigh you down with his baggage.

“oh uh, thank you” he cleared his throat, his mind racing and telling him to stop talking to you, leave you alone before he ruins your life like he ruins everything else. “It’s late so you should uh probably go” he started and you felt your stomach drop, part of you upset he didn’t try to talk to you more.

“oh yeah, sorry, have a good night! I hope you like the bread haha, if you need anything I’m right next door” you shot him a grin and he simply closed the door, a frown on your face as you walked to your apartment.

You let out a sigh before your eyes watered a bit. You were never gonna try and make friends again you told yourself, heading to your room to get your pjs and going to the restroom to shower.

Bucky could hear the music from your phone through the walls, they were thin enough to begin with but his super soldier hearing didn’t do him any favors. He could hear the rumble of your voice but he couldn’t make out the words as you sang.

Bucky smiled a little bit, you were so pretty and sweet. No one had even made him banana bread before, let alone make him half with chocolate chips and half without.

Bucky munched on the banana bread, deciding he liked the one with chocolate chips better. A smile on his face as he mindlessly watched his tv, thoughts only of the pretty girl next door.

You finished showering and quickly got changed, sitting on your couch and flipping through channels until settling on reruns of your favorite show. You were bored out of your mind and were about to head to sleep when a knock at the door scared you.

You grabbed your pepper spray from your bag and looked through the peep hole, letting out a sigh when you saw it was just bucky. You put the pepper spray back and rushed to open the door.

“hi bucky” you smiled and he pressed his lips into a thin line.

“I liked the chocolate chip one better” he spoke, looking at floor then at you. There was a smile painted on your face and you nodded.

“Guess I’ll have to make you more with chocolate chips huh” you joked and he smiled a bit before stopping himself.

“I’ll uh see you tomorrow” he spoke before heading back to his apartment and you smiled.

It was a little bit, but it was something.

The first week was pretty stagnant, not much conversation and just small waves from your end. The second week was better, he waved back at you and even gave you music recommendations. By the third week he was coming around more, telling you good morning and goodnight if you bumped into each other in the hall.

He helped you bring a pack of water up after seeing you struggle with the first one.

“I can- i can just help you with that if you want” he spoke from behind you, and you looked at him breathless.

“oh my god please” you sighed, he quickly took the waters from you and lifted them with ease, you stared at him in shock before opening the door to your apartment.

“You can just set it on the counter” you spoke, starting to take everything out of the grocery bags. “I’m uh i was gonna actually cook dinner tonight, if you want to come- not that you have to! I mean i can just give some to you and you don’t have to come over” you reasoned, rambling to the super soldier.

“I’m busy tonight actually” he spoke and you flushed red.

“Oh yeah no! Of course you being a hero in all, that’s fine! thanks for the water help” you smiled, he returned it before exiting and closing the door.

You scolded yourself, obviously he didn’t want to hang out with you god you were trying too hard.

By the time it hit a month and a half of bucky moving in you had given up, he seemed to be stuck in a funk, constantly brooding and avoiding you at all costs.

You baked some banana bread, adding extra chocolate chips and deciding to give him it and try to cheer him up, making get him out of his funk.

You knocked on his door and he opened it quickly. You smiled at the man and shoved the banana bread into his chest.

“I noticed you were upset and so i thought this would help, extra chocolate chips” you grinned as his face broke into a smile.

You turned to leave but Bucky grabbed your wrist, turning you around to face him.

“i- uh do you wanna come in?” He spoke, his voice wavering.

“I’d love to” you replied, following him into his apartment, a smile on your face as your eyes wandered.

“i know it’s not the best, your place is a lot more furnished” he spoke, setting the banana bread down on the kitchen counter.

“that’s okay, as long as you feel at home is all that matters” you said, smiling at him while he sliced the bread.

“I shouldn’t be doing this” he mumbled, “maybe you should go” he spoke, setting the knife down and looking at him.

“oh” was all you said, not knowing what to do.

“I’m just- fuck, look it’s not you i just” he cut himself off, sighing and squeezing his eyes shut for a second before opening them again.

“bucky it’s fine i can go” you whispered, setting a reassuring hand on his metal one.

He expected you to flinch, turn away at the cold feeling. But you didn’t. You kept your focus on him.

“I don’t want you to” he spoke softly, eyes locking on yours.

“i don’t want you to but you should, because I’m always ruining things, I’m always messing something up. Everyone i love or care about gets hurt- it’s like I’m some dark force that ruins anything good. I cant do that to you y/n” he finished, pulling away.

You debated on giving him space or wrapping your arms around him, you could tell what he needed more.

“I think you’re not as dark as you want people to believe” you spoke simply. Looking at the super soldier square in the eyes.

“You walk around brooding and acting like you hate everyone but in reality i think you’re too scared to let anyone in. You aren’t evil or dark. Youre insecure and scared, you just need someone to show they care but you don’t let anyone do that.”

Bucky looked at you in shock, not even Sam talked to him like that. Your eyes went wide as you realized everything you said.

“I’m sorry i don’t know where that came from- i can leave I��ll go i just- i just want you to know that I’m here, no matter what time it is I’m here” you mumbled, quickly leaving his apartment and going to yours.

Bucky stood there in shock, you were right. Everything you said was right. He was scared, he was terrified of letting someone in only to have them ripped from him. He didn’t want to run after you immediately, he had to think through his feelings.

He showered and changed into some comfy shorts and sitting on the floor next to his couch and turning on a soccer match.

His heart raced, brows furrowing as scenes as the winter soldier played over and over in his head. The sound of a gunshot in his dream made him shoot up. A thin line of sweat on his forehead had formed and he was panting.

He ran to the restroom, washing his face with cool water and listening to the faucet as his breathing steadied.

He checked the clock, 2:25 am. He threw on a cozy black henley and walked next door, he was scared. Knocking softly twice he waited for a second, his advanced hearing picking up on some shuffling inside.

You opened the door, a bat in hand that quickly fell to your side when you saw the state bucky was in.

“oh buck what happened? are you okay?” You asked, instinct taking over as you wrapped your arms around him, leading him to the couch.

“i had a nightmare” he whispered, eyes not leaving the floor.

“do you want to talk about it?” You asked, he shook his head and you nodded. You grabbed a fluffy blanket and handed it to him, giving him the controller to your tv and excusing yourself into the kitchen.

You made two cups of hot chocolate, adding extra marshmallows to his. You carried them carefully to the living room and set them on the table, pushing the one with more marshmallows towards him.

“maybe this’ll help you relax” you smiled and he thanked you, taking a sip. The two of you watching tv in silence, drinking hot chocolate and sitting close together.

By the time it was 3 am you were yawning, tired from your busy day. Guilt rushed over bucky, realizing he had woken you up and you had to be at work early.

“I’m sorry i should go it’s late and-” Bucky started, getting up and you stopped him, pulling him down softly.

“it’s okay, tomorrow’s Saturday” you smiled softly, his mouth forming into an ‘o’ shape.

“You don’t have to leave unless you want to, I’ll stay here for as long as you want” you assured him, placing your hand on his one more time and smiled, eyes soft and heart swelling.

You fell asleep watching tv, Bucky was wide awake, but the steady beat of your heart soon caused him to drift off not long after.

Something changed that night, Bucky became more comfortable around you, inviting you to dinner more and texting you when he didn’t see you. He even had made you banana bread, which he vowed never to do again because it turned out horribly.

You had it bad, you were so whipped for him and he was so whipped for you, both of you harboring a crush and neither of you realized.

It had been three months since bucky moved in, the last month and a half had been a blur. You and Bucky hanging out at any and every chance, going on walks together in the afternoon and even grocery shopping together. You had to museums and taken care of him after mission. You gave him hot chocolate after a nightmare and stayed with him until he fell asleep again.

Bucky helped you de stress, getting you away from paper work when you were too tired and getting you out of the house when you were cooped up during the weekends. He helped you become more confident, complimenting you any chance he got and getting shy around you.

Bucky had another nightmare, and as if instinct he got up, a frown on his face as he knocked twice softly on your door.

“‘M sorry doll” he whispered and you shook your head, holding his hand and leaving him into your room.

You were so tired, you had woke up at 6 am to get to work early after they called you in saying it was urgent. You had spent all day running around getting home later than usual. It was 9 pm by the time you were showered and having dinner.

You had called one of your friends, catching up with them since you missed their call earlier, talking until 2 am when you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer.

By the time your head hit the pillow you were out, you didn’t know how you even heard buckys soft knocking. But sure enough you got up, and let him in, you lead him to your room without second thought.

You gently shoved him on the bed, moving to the other side and snuggling back under your sheets. “gnight” was all you said before passing out again.

Bucky was shocked, did you trust him that much? Did he really mean this much to you? You were exhausted and yet you still took care of him. His heart melted and he quietly took off his shoes, holding them in his hand as he walked to the couch, laying down and covering himself with the blanket you had given him the first time he came.

Morning came and you came out of your room, Bucky sound asleep on your couch, a fond smile on your face. You began to make the two do you breakfast, as quiet as you could so that you didn’t wake him, luckily he slept through it all.

You shook him softly, whispering for him to wake up when you finished, slowly he got up. Rubbing his eyes as you told him to go sit at table to eat his breakfast.

The two of you eating and chatting, both still tired.

“I didn’t sleep in your bed, i know you took me but i don’t know i felt like you were just too tired to think” he told you, your face burned from how hard you were blushing.

“I did what?” You asked, eyes wide. Bucky only laughed and shook his head.

“I figured you were just too tired to think of anything else so i took myself to the couch” he smiled and you giggled.

“did you sleep well at least?” You questioned and he nodded.

“not as well as i do with you by my side” he smirked and you chocked on your water, coughing at his statement.

“oh my god you- it’s 10 am can i please get a warning” you shrieked and he sat there confused.

“I’m sorry?” He said, both amused and confused.

“I’ll wash the plates!” You spoke quickly, getting up and taking his plate and heading towards the sink.

“I have to go, i have a thing with Sam today” he sighed and you nodded, “okay have fun, good luck and be safe buck” you spoke and he smiled, heading out the door, excited to see you again later.

“No sam like i like her” Bucky spoke, walking besides the man as he looked at something on his phone.

“oh you mean like, like like her” Sam teased, keeping a straight face.

“god i hate you” bucky groaned, regretting ever saying anything to the man.

“well if you like her why don’t you cook her some dinner, or take her to a park for a picnic or something” he shrugged.

“woo her with your charming cyborg mind” Sam smirked and Bucky glared at him.

“i cant- i don’t know how to and plus she probably doesn’t even like me” Bucky began and Sam stopped in his tracks.

“she makes you banana bread, hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and sleeps on the couch to keep you company after you have a nightmare” he spoke, looking at Bucky like he was crazy.

“yes” Bucky stated, brows furrowed.

“oh my god you idiot obviously she likes you” was all Sam said before continuing to walk.

Buckys mind kept drifting to you, did you like him too? Maybe he should take you on a date, you talked about ice skating one time maybe he should take you to a rink, or maybe a museum.

You were exhausted by the time you finished washing dishes, you had barely been sleeping this past couple weeks, always trying to stay awake just in case bucky needed you.

You didn’t mind it, you loved that he trusted you enough to seek comfort in you. Watching movies with him at night to help get his mind off things was your favorite thing, sharing popcorn and eventually he would fall asleep. He was finally getting rest and that’s all that mattered to you.

Your phone dinged as you watched some tv, a text from Bucky.

hi y/n

You smiled, heart pounding and stomach doing flips, you replied after a minute. You didn’t want to seem too eager.

hi buck! i hope all is well w you and sam :]

Buckys heart rate sped up at the site of your text, nervous as he typed out the message.

You saw the three bubbles appear, then disappear and then appear again. Was he okay?

“okay read this” Bucky shoved his phone towards Sam, he nodded in approval.

“no no too much right? let me change it” Bucky shook his head, deleting the text before starting a new one.

“Bucky just-” Sam began but was cut off by Bucky shoving his phone in his face once more.

“Yes bucky it’s good now send it” Sam groaned, just wanting his friend to finally go on a (successful) date.

“I’m gonna change th-” Bucky started, but Sam was faster, snatching the phone out of his hand and pressing send.

“there! now please tell me you know what to wear on a date” Sam pleaded, the silence was the only reply Sam needed.

I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me. I think you’re amazing and wonderful, please let me know- i would’ve waited to ask you in person but i can’t stop thinking

Your face flushed and a smile broke onto your face. Quickly typing out a response.

I would love you bucky

to**** i would love to

You groaned as you read over your texts, god he was gonna back out now, surely. This is the same man who took a month to wave back at his own neighbor for fucks sakes, now you just accidentally told him you loved him?

I’ll pick you up at 6:30 doll :-)

You bit your lip, smiling and jumping around in glee, you could hardly wait.

“okay if it’s just a museum date how about you wear this, and that” Sam spoke, smiling at how Bucky looked in his outfit.

“I’m gonna take her ice skating instead i think” Bucky spoke, and Sam nodded, looking in his closet.

“I’m not letting you near any of my sweaters” Sam spoke and Bucky rolled his eyes.

“i have something back home to wear, thank you Sam” he smiled, pulling him in for a hug. Sam smiled, happy that Bucky was finally finding peace.

Bucky quickly got ready, hopping in the shower and putting on a t shirt and pulling his black Henley over it along with some nice pants.

He checked his clock, 5:47. Enough time for flowers, he rushed out, grabbing everything he needed and heading for the florist.

He remembered how two weeks ago you told him your favorite flowers, gushing about them in your 3 am sleepy haze.

By the time he arrived at your doorstep and hesitated.

“okay, okay, i can do this. just knock, flowers and ice skating!” He smiled to himself, remembering how you were just as nervous when you first brought him banana bread.

He knocked twice on the door, you opened it with a smile. Buckys eyes went wide and his words got stuck in his throat.

You looked beautiful.

“I didn’t know where we were going so i kinda just put on something somewhat casual, i hope that’s okay! If not i can change” you rambled and Bucky blinked rapidly.

“You look beautiful doll” was all he said you blushed, smiling and nodding.

“i got you some flowers” he spoke, nervous to see your reaction.

“you remembered?” you whispered and he nodded,

“how could i not?” your face was burning as you took the bouquet from him, placing them in a vase with some water quickly.

The two of you left the apartment, nervous and giddy to see where the night would take you.

The ice rink was packed, something neither of you expected, and 30 minutes into the line YPU were yawning.

“I’m sorry doll i didn’t know it would be packed” he mumbled and you shook your head.

“i don’t mind I’m just a bit tired is all” you smiled, yawning one more time and apologizing to Bucky.

“Cmon i know what we can do instead” he smiled and you looked at him confused, but he quickly took your hand in his and pulled you out of line and back to his car.

The drive was silent, soft 40s music coming from the speaker as you headed to wherever bucky was taking you.

Before you knew it you were back your apartments, you were confused to say the least but decided to stay quiet and let Bucky guide you.

“Wait here” Bucky smiled, running to his apartment before coming back out with a backpack and taking your hand once again.

“I like to come up here when i need some time alone or just to think” he spoke, clicking on the top floor in the elevator.

You followed him out of the elevator, around the corner and up some stairs, and then you were on the roof. Bucky smiled at you as you saw the sunset over the buildings around you.

You were so busy taking in the view you didn’t see Bucky setting up the picnic infront of you, gasping at the small setup he managed to make.

“It’s not much but-” he started and you shook your head.

“It’s just enough” you whispered, sitting across from him.

The two of you talked until nightfall, smiling the whole time and giggling at each other’s anecdotes.

You were laying on Buckys chest, listening to him talk about the constellations as pointing them out with his metal hand, his other hand was softly running through your hair.

“-and that one is Ursa Minor, the little bear” he continued, listening to your heartbeat as it steadied. You had fallen asleep. Bucky smiled, happy that he could finally return the favor you had done for him every night.

He moved as quickly and quietly as he could, packing up everything into his backpack again. As he headed to pick you up you moved, opening your eyes slightly.

“did i fall sleep?” You mumbled and Bucky smiled, picking you up swiftly and you giggled.

“love when you treat me like a princess” Bucky smiled at your words.

“good thing I’m gonna treat you like one for as long as your mine” he replied, you blushed, fully waking up.

“yours huh?” You smirked and he blushed.

“You can put me down in awake” you smiled and he set you down gently.

“will you be my girl? I promise I’ll treat you like a princess, even promise to never bake again” Bucky smiled, stepping closer to you.

“you make a tough bargain barnes, i think it’s a yes” you smiled, pulling him by the hem of his shirt and placing your lips on his.

The two of you smiled into the kiss, breaking into a fit of laughter halfway through.

“why are you laughing?” You smiled, and he put his hand up in defense.

“you started laughing first!” He defended, pulling you in for another kiss before you could argue back.

You walked to your apartment hand in hand and in comfortable silence.

“I had a really good time tonight bucky” you smiled, turning to the super soldier.

“I had a great time too doll” he grinned and you turned around, unlocking your door. Bucky was already walking to his door when you stopped him.

“You arent gonna come in?” You questioned and he smiled, nodding and following you in quickly.

The rest of the night was spent cuddled up on the couch, hot chocolates in hand and watching your favorite movies on tv.

The two of you fell asleep before the first movie could even finish, you had never felt more well rested in your life. Bucky didn’t have a single nightmare and was the most relaxed he’d been in 80 years.

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ilovefandoms102 · 3 years

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Captivated by You-Part 4*

Pairing: Mr.Freezy x Plus Size Reader, Robert Pronge x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Robert takes you to a nightclub, but what you didn’t know was that it would be one of his hits…

Note: Probably the most exciting and dirtiest part of them all🥴

Warnings🛑: manipulative relationship, basement wife, graphic violence, murder(done by Freezy), witness of murder, smut(unprotected vaginal sex,sex on the freezer in the ice cream truck holding the dead body, spanking, noncon, oral(fem receiving), punishment, degradation, dumbification)

Please take the warnings seriously these are dark topics.

Part 3 Part 5

My anxiety has been sky high since I found out what Robert does for a living…

I couldn’t get the events from a couple of weeks ago out of my head. I’m not sure how I didn’t see the signs earlier, there was no way we could afford the shit we have with just an ice cream business. I felt stupid, even remembering the night I came here I should have known.

Even if I wanted to leave, I couldn’t…

Stop thinking like that!

This is your husband, your Bobby!

I had to keep telling myself that.

“Get prettied up today sweet one, we’re going out.” Bobby said as he got ready for work.

“Oh? Where are we going baby?” I asked, cursing myself as my voice shook.

“You alright?” he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Mhm,” I nodded, turning my back to him as I continued my chores.

Robert stalked up to me, I could feel his anger radiating off of him. I cried out in surprise as he yanked a fist full of my hair hard enough so my neck craned.

“You know I don’t like it when you fucking lie sweetheart.” he growled, biting against my jaw hard enough to bruise.

“I-I’m sorry Bobby, pl-please.” I whimpered.

“I’m taking you out tonight and I expect you to be grateful, but you just want to be a fuckin’ brat huh?” he seethed, his hand clenching harder in my hair.

“Baby you-you’re hurting me!” I squealed.

“You’ve done pissed me off, my dumb little wife forgot how she’s supposed to treat her husband hmmm?” Bobby taunted, his other hand forcing my chin around to face him.

“Let go of me, please.” I sobbed, tears flowing down my cheeks.

“You brought this on yourself honey, now you’ll pay the consequences.” he hissed, pulling my hair with him as he dragged me down the hall.

“No! No Bobby, please baby no! I’m sorry please!” I screamed, fighting against him with all my might as he pulled me towards the crawl space.

Flashbacks of the early days when my punishments were more frequent came forward, my brain going haywire as I continued to fight against him. I somehow pulled away from him, running back toward our bedroom, but he was too quick. Robert flung me over his shoulder, not even phased as I pounded on his back.

“Bobby! Let me go! Please don’t do this, please I love you!” I sobbed as I finally gave up.

He ignored me again as we entered the crawl space. Bobby threw me on the rickety bed, tying my hands to the bedpost. Tears silently fell as he turned me over on my knees, flipping my dress up, and pulling my panties just so my ass was exposed.

“Stop fucking crying, you know when you lie you get punished.” Robert barked, slamming his palm down on my ass.

I jumped, trying to silence my cries as he gave each cheek 30 smacks. I was so sore, whimpering as I heard him taking off his belt.

“Bobby I’m sorry, I’ll tell you I swear, I swear I’ll tell you.” I tried, but my words fell on deaf ears as he climbed on the bed.

“You should have thought about that sweet baby, now I have to finish your punishment.” he sighed, pushing his pants and underwear down.

“No baby, please-please don’t do this.” I begged, sobbing harder from the pain as he pushed his cock inside of me.

I cried as he pounded inside of me, feeling no pleasure as he used me to get himself off. He was a sick man, but I loved him. I couldn’t help it. After my punishment, Bobby left me lying there naked while he went to work.

I fell asleep from exhaustion, only being awoken when Bobby came home early and untied me. He carried me to the bathtub, already having the water ready for us. I flinched as the hot water touched my bottom, clinging to Bobby as he sat me down gently.

“‘s alright baby, you’re ok.” he whispered sweetly, kissing my head quickly before he stood and undressed himself.

I shied away from him once he got in and tried to pull me closer, still insanely angry at him even though I should have just told him the truth. His touch was so different from just hours ago, just like it always was after a punishment, and I’d always forgive him…how could I not?

Robert kissed the marks he left on the skin he could reach, pulling me further into him. He gently washed my hair, massaging my scalp with his skillful fingers. Once he completely rinsed my hair he moved to washing my body, being ever so careful of his marks. He turned me around in his lap, pulling my thighs on either side of him so I straddled his waist.

“What did you learn?” he asked, cupping my cheek in his hand.

“N-Not to-to lie.” I croaked, pushing his arm away.

“You know I don’t like punishing you my love-” he started, but I interrupted by standing on my wobbly legs.

“That’s right, you don’t have to, but you still do it.” I said coldly as I stepped out of the tub.

I wrapped my hair in a towel before drying off my body, hissing as the fabric ran over my sore behind. Bobby sighed as he washed himself before getting out, drying himself before closing in on me.

“Leave me alone Bobby,” I said as I shoved past him.

Of course he didn’t listen, he followed me. I sat on the edge of our bed as I applied my moisturizer, one that was Bobby’s favorite scent. I made sure to put extra on my raw wrists, the markings still a very angry shade. In all Bobby fashion, he forced me down as he crawled on top of me. I huffed annoyingly as I pushed his chest.

“Get off,” I grunted, slapping away his wandering hands as they traveled to my bare core.

“Such a pretty little pussy my wife has, all mine.” he said to himself as he spread the lips apart.

“Bobby!” I growled, but didn’t stop him this time as he lowered his head and kissed my pulsing clit.

“She needs me baby,” he cooed, sticking his tongue out as he licked from my entrance to my clit while keeping eye contact with me.

He pushed the hood back, and wrapped his full lips around my clit and sucked. I squealed loudly as fireworks erupted through my whole body. His eager tongue laved against the little nub, his fingers joining as two of them slithered inside of me. My back arched from the bed, one hand keeping his head in place while the other clenched at the sheets.

Seconds later I was coating his beard in my cum, my greedy husband slurping it all up until I was clean.

Bobby pulled up to one of the nightclubs in town, my heart dropping to my stomach as he tucked a gun in his pants.

“Wh-What’s that for?” I hesitantly asked.

“Don’t worry about it sweet baby, let go.” he smiled, tapping my thigh as we got out of the car.

He gripped my hand tight in his as we entered, the music booming as people crowded the dance floor. I giggled as Bobby twirled me around, bringing me back in his arms. I noticed Bobby was extremely tense, keeping a tighter hold on me than usual when we were out in public.

“My love? You alright?” I asked him as he pulled me in from another twirl.

“I love you, more than anything in this world you know that?” Bobby whispered, taking something out of his pocket.

“Y-Yeah I do, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.” I murmured, watching him wrap something in a handkerchief.

“Go to the bar, don’t leave until I come get you. Understand?” he ordered, my head nodding obediently as I whisked away.

I kept my eye on him as he danced his way into a crowd of people, fidgeting with my fingers as he brought the handkerchief to his nose as he sneezed in someone’s face.

I watched as that man dropped dead, and Bobby was nowhere to be seen. My eyes widened, frantically searching for my husband. Thankfully his handsome face appeared moments later, grabbing my hand and forcefully pulling me out the back entrance of the club.

“Bobby what the hell?!” I squealed.

“Shut the fuck up dammit! We can’t be spotted!” he hissed, leading me down the alleyway.

His ice cream truck was parked behind some rubble, hidden from plain sight. Bobby shoved me in the passenger side before jogging over to the driver side. He drove around the block, going into another creepy alleyway.

“I don’t like this, I want to go home.” I whimpered, my eyes darting over to Bobby who was smoking a cig.

“Stop being a whiny bitch y/n,” he growled, coming to an abrupt stop.

Bobby pulled me with him as we met a strange man I’d never seen before, with a human sized bag behind him. I felt bile rising up in my throat, it took everything in me to not vomit. The man and my husband lifted the body into the back of the truck, and into the freezer while I watched in horror.

I gasped as Bobby yanked me into the back with him, not even noticing the man had left. I gulped as he cornered me, dangerously close to where the dead body was.

“You haven’t wet my cock today gorgeous, think it’s about time.” he smirked, shoving me over the freezer where he laid the body moments earlier.

“No! Bobby not here!” I screeched, earning a slight tap on my cheek.

“How many times do I have to fucking tell you that you don’t decide when and where I fuck you, be a good slut and shut the hell up.” he commanded as he shoved our undergarments down.

“But-” I started.

“Woman, what did I just fucking say?!” he hissed, smacking my very sore ass before shoving himself inside of me for the second time today.

“Shit,” I moaned, ashamed of myself of the erotic feeling as Bobby fucked me on the freezer.

“You are mine! Mine to do with what I please!” he snarled as his hips snapped up into mine.

“Yes baby, please I-” I tried again, but it made Bobby even more furious.

He reached forward, gripping my jaw harshly and forcing my head back to look at him.

“If you open that stupid mouth one more fucking time, I’ll stick you in that damn freezer too.” he griped as his fingers of his other hand flew down to my clit.

I bit my lip hard to conceal my noises, struggling as Bobby hit all the right spots. The filthy noises of how drenched I was filled the tight space, combining with the sound of skin slapping. My head fell forward on the freezer, wondering if Bobby’s plan was to have me in there one day.

My thoughts were cut short when my orgasm tumbled over me like hot lightening, my entire body seizing up as the pleasure completely overwhelmed me. Bobby groaned as I clenched around him, pulling my cheeks apart as he watched himself disappear inside and out. A few more thrusts and Bobby was painting my walls with his seed.

We finally made it home shortly after two in the morning, I hadn’t spoken a word to Bobby. I rushed into our room, hastily changing into my pjs.

“Baby, are you going to ignore me all night?” he dared to ask, but I simply shrugged then got in our king sized bed.

“My love, please. I’m sorry.” he whispered, stripping himself before climbing in behind me.

He pulled my back to his front, caging his strong arms around me. I gave in, like I always do, and turned around facing him.

“Is this going to be a regular thing? Taking me on your hits?” I asked harshly.

“No, no baby. I know, it was stupid of me to do that. It’s just, I’m scared to leave you alone now that Leo knows who you are.” Bobby explained.

“What do you mean?” I whispered, noticing the slight fear in his eyes.

“I can’t live without you baby, and I will do anything in my power to keep you safe. Even if that means bringing you with me while I do my hits. I can’t have them-I can’t let them-” Bobby croaked, a single tear falling from his eyes.

“Honey, honey it’s ok-it’s ok.” I hushed him as I threw my arms around his neck.

“I will not ever let them lay a hand on you.” Bobby promised as he held me tighter against him.

I sighed as I calmed him down, feeling even more exhausted than I already was. I fell asleep shortly after, Bobby’s head laid on my chest while I played with his curls. Things were about to get messy, I just knew it.

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shinebrightlikeanarwhal · 3 years

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Random SF ideas

It has a lot of Travis ships because that's my feral lil bby. I'm having fun keeping him from bullying people by bullying him instead lol

Every time he enters school Sal mutters “anything can happen in the Bronx”. Todd is the only one that doesn’t understand.

Travis is emotionally constipated and will take it out on others, but later do small things as his form of apologizing. Philip and his mother are the only people that understand him and understand why. Sal thinks he may be bipolar and Larry has probably called him the r-slur under his breath. (Stinky boy probably would say it openly if not for Sal's disdain for that word).

Maple and Travis bonding over jewelry and make up. Travis won’t admit it to anyone but her but he likes the way Maple accessorizes. Obligatory Chug appreciation to keep on her good side, later forms a healthy and wholesome friendship.

Travis and Larry fight verbally. It doesn’t get physical unless Larry loses control and shoved Travis. This prompting a snarky reminder that Larry is no better than Travis’ own father. They cuddle and fall asleep later tho, after Sal puts them in their get along corner.

Nicknames. Travis’ weakness is nicknames. Lisa discovers this and shows Larry and Sal who abuse this power. Travis’ tan cheeks are bright red anytime he’s out public with them because of their stupidly sweet nicknames. Their go to for reactions are baby(boy), sweetheart and bottom

Shameless PDA when Sal is jealous. Travis learns the hard way how easy it is to make him jealous when a hand is in his waist and holding him close to the shorter. Fingers tracing any exposed skin to keep Travis focused on him. Sorry Lar, you took up too much Travis time..

Travis’ mom being an absolute babe. Apple if her eye is her sweet boy. Probably passed while he was young and had to watch him grow in that unhealthy environment.. maybe reaches out to Sal for help since he’s more intuitive. Def terrifies Larry a couple times as a prank. He hit her son, bully or not, it just felt right to braid his hair to his bed post a couple times and paint his nasty thoughts on his chest.

Travis hates surprises and loud noises because of his father. They don’t learn that until they throw a surprise birthday party with cheering and loud pops of confetti balloons, his panic attack damn near gave him a heart attack. (He refused to accept apologies for something they didn’t know. Instead demanding they spoil him for the rest of the week as compensation for his hospital trip on his birthday)

I said it once, and I’ll say it again. Service. Animals. Mr. Phelps legally obligated to give him a service animal and Travis is somewhat saved from Kenneth's abuse. Taking more time outside for walks (the dog can’t bare letting Travis stay in the house for long with his father home). He genuinely bonds with other students over his new dog (the dog allowing contact when not in uniform but if Travis’ needs are present will attach itself to Travis’ hip.

Religious trauma and coping. Because PLS, can we please address the amount of abuse because of the Bible?? That boy may stay and follow the proper words of his lord. Or he could detach himself from the church entirely (especially because of the cult!)

Travis ships: Salvis and Larvis

Asked out: Oh. Oh no. How did they fall for Travis?!? What did they do to find that feral little kitten so cute?? Was it they dyed hair? The dresses when he shows off more legs than they anticipated? Him apologizing and changing for the better?? What happened to him to make him so interesting!? Sal absolutely starts approaching Travis cautiously. Taken aback when he's greeted with a warm smile and compliments. They start to grow as friends and spend time together often. Sharing eachother with their friend groups and on their own. It takes a couple of years before Sal nervously asks Travis if he would be interested in getting closer. Travis doesn't understand and Sal just awkwardly blurts out if he would try dating him... for an experiment or anything. Travis is excited, he wants to be closer and happily hugs onto Sal as his answer.

Larry is a lot ore aggressive. Cornering Travis and glaring down at him. Demanding to know what his game is. Travis doesn't fight he just nervously asks if Larry hates him. Larry almost says he does but gets distracted by the trembling and cowering kitten before him. Fuck, he can't possibly hate Travis. Larry instead starts approaching Travis. At first Travis is afraid that Larry will hit him if he doesn't like something he does. Larry hates to admit it, but Travis infested his mind. Dreams were no longer sacred when teenage hormones and a new love interest were involved. Many a times he had to look away when Travis were a particular skirt or dress because his dreams seemed to run rampant with those items. When they finally talk, Travis initiates it. He Pushes Larry into a bathroom stall and demands he explain himself. He's staring at him like a piece of meat and following him around. Larry is scaring HIS friends. Larry doesn't even hesitate to pounce on Travis. Mouth to mouth and hands on ass. Travis surprised but kinda into it allows the kiss until Larry gets too handsy. He returns to his friends with an angry red hand print on his cheek. It takes a month of apologizing Travis finally agrees to give Larry a chance. (Larry tells his mom and dances around the apartment that night)

First kiss failures: Larry got too into the kiss and starts feeling up the poor boy. Sal pecks him in his sleep and never tells Travis. He just happily holds the memory of kissing his sleeping princess.

First dates: Larry tries to show Travis the fun things to do in this sleepy little town. Travis is excited just to go anywhere other than church and school. At first there are a few hiccups, maybe weather, maybe places are crowded or cancelled. But it still ends well with the boys passed out in the truck, snuggled under a blanket Larry stores with a big smile on their face. Sal is much more romantic. Candles and flowers. Dresses up nice and styles his hair in a neat bun. He wants to impress Travis and assert he can be the man for him by presenting more masculine (Travis snorts and tells him even in a dress Sal could fight a bear). Its a simple dinner at home with Gizmo as their lazy server, sleeping on the couch in a little suit. The night ends well with the boys enjoying a night stroll and admiring the calm and almost desolate surroundings of Nockfell.

First Times: Sal does NOT expect Travis to offer it. In fact, he almost shattered his favorite mug with the tight grip he put on it. Travis thinks this means Sal doesn't want him, but no nono, Sal wants it/ He wants Travis bad. That simp wastes no time scurrying to their room, cleaning his bed and all necessary items are prepared. He was well stocked for... college purposes, but Travis offering to give Sal his first?? (Yes. He did a victory dance and scream in the tree house when he thought he was alone.)

First Time: Larry would waste no time, grabbing Travis and making sure, this is what he wants. Larry may sleep around before they got together but he would never expect Travis to offer his first time so soon. Travis agreeing and Larry in tears hugging onto the confused man. He has never been so gentle with a partner and savored every second, sound and action. It may not have been Larry's first but he was more than happy to say it was his best. Larry would 100% scream to Sal about it later though. He is a man that appreciates his partner and would be an aftercare fiend. Relishing in any reactions Travis gives him while massages and treats the poor tired bum.

Living together: Hell hath no fury like Travis on cleaning day. The boys no not to be in his way if he has his cleaning apron and swiffer. The only one allowed to interrupt his most sacred day is Gizmo and any animals they adopt. Larry has to moderate his metal music or sleep on the porch, he tried to test Travis and found the porch uncomfortable during a rainstorm. No ghost hunting after 11pm. If you even think Travis will allow you in the house after hunting ghosts he will promptly pack your bags and ship them off to your parents. Sal has his own room dedicated entirely to clothes and accessories. His prosthetics he tries to hide at first but after a harsh scolding from Travis (while he literally hand cleans every single prosthetic so Sal doesn't get an infection) Sal starts putting them away where he feels comfortable and clean. They don't expect Travis to be semi nude half the time. Especially before they marry and start a family, no pants. Never wearing pants. Larry hams up the free skin. Sal is too embarrassed of his sinful thoughts.

Proposals: Travis would be terrified of marriage after what happened to his mother. If they were to propose they ould make sure he is fully comfortable and settled in their new life. They would make sure he is loved and never feels any of the fear his father had instilled in him. Larry mentions marriage in passing to gauge his reaction. Ig Travis tenses, he kills the conversation and instead distracts Travis. If Travis reacts positively he would sneak a ring on his finger and just smirk until Travis realizes and smiles. Sal =, however, is sneaky. Keeping close tabs on Travis. If Travis starts showing signs of interest, he would 100% plan the biggest proposal for Travis and make sure he feels cherished during every moment.

#travis phelps #larry johnson #larry x travis #sal fisher #sal x travis #salvis #larvis #laravis #sally face au #sally face #Travis having the absolute power over his simps #Lisa would be surprised Larrys boyfriend is the Phelps boy she saw on the news

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watchyourbluesturngolden · 3 years

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cats and babies

This is the first piece I’ve ever written so if anyone sees this be nice pls and thank u

There could be typos/ weird formatting, this was typed entirely on my phone

I also feel the need to say all of my medical knowledge is from Grey’s anatomy and googling things I saw on grey’s anatomy so this is probably not that accurate ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Word count: 6,160

Warnings: Car accidents, blood, angst (but with a v happy ending ofc bc sad endings are Not For Me), hospitals/medical stuff, again a very happy ending, I would like to emphasize the happy ending so no one gets scared away from reading this, did I mention there’s a happy ending?

"So, what'd'ya say? Chinese?"

They were deciding where to go for dinner after a long day of touring their favorite art museums. Harry and Y/N had been dating about two years now, and (cheesy as it sounds) they loved each other more and more every day.

"Chinese sounds great," Y/N smiled, glancing over at Harry. The golden sun reflected off his curls, making him look absolutely angelic.

He smiled, which turned into a chuckle, which turned into full blown laughter. She was confused. "What is it?" What's so hilariou- eyes on the road!!"

"Sorry, sorry," he laughed. "Nothing, just- do you-" he breathed slowly, calming down a bit. "Do you remember the first time we had Chinese food? She blushed, laughing with him at the memory.

Their first date had been... disastrous, to say the least. They had both been nervous, but both trying to act confident. They had decided on a nice, fancy, black tie restaurant, and Y/N was excited. When he picked her up in a limousine, she was hardly unable to contain herself.

However, their plan fell apart almost from the beginning. When they got to the place, a big red sign read "CLOSED FOR REPAIRS"

"Ooook... that's... weird," Y/N had grimaced. "What should we do now?"

"Uh... we could... try the one a few blocks over? Yeah, that's a good place too, I know the owner. He always has a table for me. That'll work!"

Y/N hasn't quite cared about the wrench thrown into their plans. She really liked Harry so far, and she though he liked her too. So she chirped "Sure! Sounds great."

She hadn't noticed how embarrassed he looked when he opened the car door for her. He couldn't believe his luck! He was finally on a date with a girl he really liked, really wanted to impress, and the best restaurant in town closed with no notice? How could this happen? But he shook it off, climbing in after her and alerting the driver of their change of plans.

When they got to the next place, Harry immediately got worried. It looked very crowded, and while the owner usually held a table for Harry, it didn't seem so tonight.

He pulled out his phone.

"Hey, Luke! Yeah, I'm great! Listen, do you by any chance have a table-" He paused, and then his face fell. His voice kept its happy tone, though. "No, no problem at all, I understand. Yeah, for sure, a different night. Thank you!" He hung up, looking more than a little dejected.

Y/N put a hand on his arm. "It's ok, I promise. I swear I didn't just agree to go out with you for the fancy food. We can go anywhere, 'Im really not upset!"

"Agh, thank you. You're very sweet. But really, you deserve a fancy place. Only it seems everyone in the world is determined to make sure we don't get to do that," He huffed. "Maybe..." And he pulled out his phone again. He glanced at her curious face. "How do you feel about Chinese?" He asked sheepishly.

Y/N beamed. "I love it," and there was no trace of insincerity on her face.

"Right then, Chinese it is!" he found the closest place on his phone, telling the driver the address.

After a few minutes of eating, Y/N looked around the table for a fork. She could handle big foods, like the chicken, with the chopsticks, but definitely not the rice.

Harry asked what she needed. She was a bit embarrassed to tell him she wasn't good enough with chopsticks to eat her rice, but he was kind about it. He helped show her how to use them without making too big of a mess. Still, she dropped half her plate on a napkin in her lap.

At the end of their meal, Y/N burst out laughing when she picked up her napkin. Harry looked at her, confused, until she placed what was basically a full serving of rice on the table. He was also unable to contain his laughter, to which Y/N responded by throwing a few grains of rice at him.

He threw a balled up napkin at her, and she blew a straw wrapper in his face. This escalated until she splashed what was left of her water glass on him. There was stunned silence for a moment, and Y/N thought she went too far. Then he looked at her and burst into laughter. She sighed in relief, laughing with him. "I'm sorry, that was too much," but she couldn't keep the smile off her face at the sight of the water dripping down his face.

"A little water never hurt anyone," he said, his eyes twinkling as he splashed her with his own water.

Y/N was pulled from the happy memory of their first date when the car skidded on the ice.

"Careful... if I'd known it was this slippery we'd have found a closer place," she said nervously.

"Nah, we've talked about this, the only good place is the one two towns over. I understand you love Minnesota and all but it is NOT the best place to find good Chinese food," he smirked.

"I will not have this Minnesota slander, not in this house. Maybe you're the issue, with your sophisticated taste and all," Y/N said, laughing at his disgruntled look. "Sophisticated? I took you for Chinese food on our first date. Nothing about that screams "sophisticated" to me."

"Yeah, but we were dressed VERY fancy. That counts," Y/N laughed.

"Oh really? that's what makes me sophisticated? alright then, you're right, I'm, extremely-"

The car slid just a little too far for Y/N's liking.

"Harry, are you sure it's safe to be driving on this? I think it's getting worse, and- look, it's starting to rain." She checked the weather on her phone. "Yeah, it's at that weird temperature where it's halfway freezing. The road will be worse on the way back."

"I think we're ok," He reassured her. "The car has 4 wheel drive, and I'll go slow. I think the biggest danger is us not getting our Chinese food," he smiled at her. "Uh, no," Y/N said, rolling her eyes. "I'd say the biggest danger is crashing and dying in a firey car wreck."

"Always so negative, Y/N," Harry laughed. "We're perfectly fine-" he spoke too soon, because right then the car slid again. A lot, this time. They almost slid right through a stop sign.

Y/N clutched the armrest.

"We're almost there, you better not kill me before I get my Chinese food, Styles. I finally know how to eat rice with chopsticks without..." She stopped halfway through her sentence because she was laughing so hard. "Without... dropping all of it on my lap."

They dissolved into giggles, especially when Harry said, "got any more water to throw at me?"

The car slid once more, and Y/N felt her pocket nervously. She had bought a ring for Harry. It was nothing too special, but it was the one year anniversary of the first time they had gone to an art museum together. She wanted to commemorate that with something special, so she had gone to the museum gift shop and found the perfect ring. It had a silver band, a little thinner than the rest of his, and a labradorite stone set into it. She thought it would complement his other jewelry nicely.

She kept her hand on the little box in her pocket, careful not to make Harry suspicious.

He wasn't looking at her, though; he was completely focused on the road. His hands gripped the wheel hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Y/N felt a little more nervous seeing this. Harry was an excellent driver, and he usually had one hand on the wheel and the other holding hers. He only gripped the wheel this tightly when he felt unsafe driving.

Y/N looked out at the darkening sky. She was not a fan of storms, especially ones that make the roads icy. Like a true Minnesotan, she knew that under the right circumstances, a bit of rain could make it nearly impossible to drive.

A car sped past them, almost veering into their lane when it went over a particularly icy patch.

"Harry, really, I don't know if we should keep going," Y/N said nervously.

"I know, but I'm not sure what we should do. I think it's safer to just keep going and hope the rain stops. We're about 10 minutes away, but if we turn around it's almost a 2 hour drive."

"Yeah... you're right. It's better to just keep going. Just... go slow," Y/N said, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Stop doing that," Harry chided in a singsong voice.

"How can you even tell? you weren't even looking at me," Y/N laughed.

"I know how you are when you're nervous, Y/N. Biting your cheek won't do anything but hurt."

Y/N smiled. She had never had someone care this much about her. Someone who knew her this well, almost better than she knew herself. She was so hopelessly in love...

She was so busy thinking about what she would say when she gave him the ring that she didn't hear the horn blaring. She looked up just in time to see the truck driving straight down the middle of the road towards them.

She could tell instantly the driver of the truck couldn't do anything. He was sliding on the ice like they had before. Harry jerked the wheel to the right, moving the car out of the way.

It wasn't enough.

Y/N heard a horribly loud crashing noise, and then there was nothing.

Y/N shot straight up out of the bed she was in, gasping. Someone put their hands on her shoulders, trying to soothe her and get her to lay back down. She pushed the hands away as her vision came into focus. She was in a room filled with people and noise and 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦.

She panicked for a minute before she realized where she was. Clearly an Emergency Room. There were 4 doctors and nurses around her, checking her eyes, ears, reflexes, pulse, breathing. She threw her arms out to try and get some space. One of the nurses caught her hand, holding it in both of hers.

"Y/N, you're alright. You're in the hospital. You were in a car accident. Do you have any pain? Whe-"

"Harry! Where's Harry?? I need to see him, I have to, I have to go-" She stuttered as she pushed the doctors away from her, trying to get up again.

The same nurse held her back.

"Y/N, we need to make sure you're ok before you can get up. If you let us help, you'll be able to see Harry sooner. Can you lay back? Do you have any pain?"

"No, no I'm fine, I'm ok! I need to see Harry, I need to know if he's ok! Please!" Y/N looked frantically around at the doctors, hoping one of them knew something.

The doctor who appeared to be in charge ordered, "Someone go get an update on the guy they brought in with her. See how he's doing."

"Thank you, thank you so much," Y/N breathed, finally laying back.

"There we go. Do you have any pain Y/N?" The nurse asked again.

"No, I'm totally fine. I'm- " Y/N brushed her hair out of her face. When are brought her arm down, she saw that her hand was covered in blood. "I'm bleeding!" She cried, panicking.

"It's ok, it's not too bad," one of the doctors said, examining her head. "It looks like it'll need maybe 5 or 6 stitches. We can fix that up right away."

Y/N closed her eyes. How had this happened? Harry moved the wheel, she knew he did. How had they crashed this badly?

The doctor who had been sent to check on Harry came back into the room. Y/N snapped her eyes open, looking at her expectantly.

"He is stable. That's the important thing right now. However, he's been pretty badly injured. He broke his femur and clavicle. He has a small brain bleed, and he is covered in cuts from the glass. He's also pretty bruised from the airbag and seatbelt. He is intubated, because he was having some trouble breathing. He might need surgery to repair the brain bleed, but right now they're waiting and hoping it will get better on it's own."

Y/N exhaled. "But... he's ok? I mean... he's alive?"

The doctor smiled. "Yes. He's doing ok."

Y/N finally allowed herself to breathe. She noticed she was crying but she didn't do anything to wipe her tears away.

"Ok, Y/N," said the doctor stitching up her face. "I'm finished here. You need to stay here for a little while longer so we can monitor you. There is an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated. If you need anything, call for a nurse. Also, and this is important, don't get out of this bed without someone helping you. You've been through a lot today, but the adrenaline is wearing off, which might make you feel shaky. Do you need anything right now?"

"No, I'm... I'm fine. Thank you," Y/N said, wiping her eyes.

After he left her bed, she felt her pocket. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the ring still there. Then she mentally kicked herself for being worried about a silly ring when Harry was... no. She wouldn't let herself think that. Harry was 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. They were both alive, and they were both ok.

About an hour later, a nurse came in. After confirming that she felt totally fine, Y/N anxiously asked when she could see Harry.

"I'm sorry, the ICU is family only," The nurse said. She really did look sorry, but this did nothing to make Y/N feel better.

"I- I'm his wife!" Y/N said quickly, not even thinking. She most definitely was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 his wife. She wasn't even his fiancee. She slipped the ring from her pocket onto her finger, then held up her hand to the nurse.

The nurse pretended not to notice the fact that the ring hadn't been there before, and that the ring was easily a size too big. "Oh! Then of course you can see him," She said, helping Y/N off the bed slowly. "I'll take you to his room."

"Thank you so much," Y/N said, taking her first few steps slowly.

"Careful- you're still attached to this IV pole," The nurse said, adjusting the tubing so it wasn't in her way. "You can hold onto it for support- yes, just like that."

Y/N got more nervous with every step towards Harry's room. What would he look like? Would he be in pain? Would he know who she was? Would he... be mad at her?

When she walked into his room, she almost started crying all over again. He looked, well, awful. He was covered in cuts and bruises. He had several tubes and wires connected to him, as well as a large tube taped in his mouth. He had a cast on his leg and a sling on his arm.

Y/N looked at the nurse who was taking his vitals.

"How is he?" She asked in a small voice.

"He's ok for now. He is stable, which is very good. He's unconscious, but we hope to see him wake up soon. You can sit with him, hold his hand, talk to him. If you need anything, just press the call button."

She left, leaving Y/N and Harry alone. This time, she really did start crying. This was awful, and it was all her fault. She was the one who wanted to go for Chinese food. She was the one who picked today, the first wintery stormy day of the year to go for a long drive. And now..

"Harry... Harry I'm so sorry," Y/N said, sniffling. She held onto his hand, the one that wasn't attached to a broken collarbone. "This is all my fault, and now you're... and I got off with nothing but a cut on my forehead, and it's not fair and I'm so sorry," She let out a sob.

She continued on like this, crying and talking and crying some more, for a few hours, before she fell asleep in the chair next to him. She woke up around 9 the next morning with a stiff next and puffy eyes. She looked at his face, still covered in bruises, and kissed his hand. The nurse came in to check on him and told Y/N to go get some breakfast, reminding her that she couldn't care for Harry if she didn't care for herself. Y/N reluctantly agreed, going as fast as she could. The nurse had disconnected her IV sometime in the night, and she could move much faster without it.

She got back to the room with her bagel and resumed her position in the chair right next to Harry. She talked to him as if he was awake, imagining she heard his beautiful voice responding to her.

She had managed to keep the crying to a minimum today. She kept telling herself that if- no, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 Harry woke up, she didn't want to look like a monster with red eyes.

Her phone had been found by some paramedics, so she found Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone online and began to read to him. It was a little weird, but Harry loved these books, especially when he was sick.

Y/N was used to just imagining she heard his voice with her in the room, but suddenly she heard something that wasn't her. She gasped.

"He's choking!! Nurse!!" She yelled for help, frantically pushing the call button. "Help!"

Several nurses rushed in. One ushered Y/N back and out of the room, telling her to give them space to work.

"What's- What's happening? What are they doing??" Y/N tried to go back in, but the nurse held her shoulders.

"He's trying to breathe over the tube, Y/N. That's a very good sign. It means he's breathing on his own," The nurse said, trying to keep Y/N calm.

"Does- does that mean he's waking up?" Y/N asked, not wanting to get her hopes up.

"Not for sure, but it's a very good sign."

After a few minutes, the nurses came out of Harry's room, looking excited. "Y/N, he's awake! He's very groggy and can't speak yet, but he is definitely awake. You can go in and sit with him again if you'd like. We gave him some more medicine for the pain, so you have about 15 minutes to talk before he starts going a little..." She made a swirling motion next to her head.

Y/N didn't care if he was high on morphine. She just cared that he was alive and awake and didn't... hate her.

Harry was laying in the bed, looking at her with great concern in his tired eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but no noise came out. Y/N rushed over to take his hand.

"It's ok, they said you might not be able to talk for a little while yet. It's ok, I'm here, it's ok," Y/N said, smoothing his hair.

Harry cleared his throat, coughing. He gestured toward the water cup on his side table.

"Oh, of course." Y/N picked up the pitcher and poured him a glass, setting it in his good hand.

He raised the straw shakily to his lips as Y/N watched carefully to make sure he didn't spill. She gently lifted the cup out of his hands when he held it up to her.

His small smile was enough to make Y/N cry all over again.

"Oh, Harry," She cried, holding her head in her hands. "It's all my fault. I'm so sorry this happened, I did this to you- you almost died!"

"W-what?"

Y/N whipped her head up. "You can talk?" She said, overjoyed.

Harry coughed and spoke again. "Of course I can talk."

His voice was rough and it sounded like it hurt everytime he spoke, but it was the most beautiful thing Y/N had ever heard.

"What are you talking about, it's all your fault?" He rasped, looking utterly confused. "What even happened?"

With tears leaking from her eyes, Y/N explained all she knew, which still wasn't much. Harry remembered everything as she told him, both their eyes watering as her voice shook.

"Why... why're you crying? Does your forehead hurt? I can call the nurse..." He reached for the call button.

"No, no, I'm ok," She took his hand in hers. "I'm just so sorry, because it honestly is my fault, I'm the one who wanted Chinese food and picked 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 of all days to drive 2 hours away and-"

He cut her off by raising his finger to her lips.

"It's not your fault... it's mine. I'm the one who convinced you the only good Chinese food is so far away and I'm the one who was driving. I couldn't keep you safe..."

Harry had never looked so sad.

"No!" Y/N exclaimed. "Do you not see me right now? I'm absolutely fine, you did keep me safe. You swerved out of the way... wait a minute," She paused, realization hitting her. "You didn't think we could avoid the truck at all, did you? You knew it would hit us either way, but you made sure it would hit as far from me as possible."

Harry looked down. "I figured you're more important than me, I had to do what I could."

"Harry Styles!" Y/N whisper-yelled. "If you weren't so 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 I would 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘬 you right now! How could you do that? How could you put yourself in 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 like that?"

"Oh, that's actually why I got so injured, because I knew you'd try to hit me for this," He smiled charmingly at Y/N. She just scowled.

"Did you really expect me to just say, "oh well, guess she's a goner! bye Y/N! nice knowin' ya!" No, of course not. Of course I'd put myself in danger for you. Always."

Y/N's lip trembled. "Why do you have to be so romantic after you do such stupid things? it makes it really hard to stay mad at you," She said, wiping her eyes.

"Yeah, that was the goal there," He laughed.

Then he caught sight of the ring on her finger.

"That's pretty, when did you get that?" He mock gasped. "Did you get engaged while I was in a coma?"

“No," Y/N laughed. "It's funny actually. I bought it from the museum gift shop. I wanted to give it to you as a present, for the anniversary of the first time we went there together. I was going to give it to you over Chinese food, and it was going to be 𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 and 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘤 and 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭."

Harry smiled. "That's lovely of you, darling. Why... why's it on your finger though?"

"Oh! right." Y/N sheepishly pulled the ring off her finger. "They wouldn't let me see you because I'm not family, so I threw it on and said we were married," She said, blushing furiously. "Sorry about that."

Harry smiled. "Why are you sorry?"

"Um... we're 𝘯𝘰𝘵 married... so... I don't know, I just thought you might think it's weird, or, something..." Y/N finished lamely. She held the ring out to him.

"Happy anniversary."

"Why don't you keep it?"

"Right, of course, you don't need a reminder of this day," Y/N slipped the ring back into her pocket, on the verge of tears because she messed up 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

"No, that's not... I meant, why don't you keep it... on your finger?"

She pulled the ring out of her pocket again, looking confused. "Why?"

Harry plucked it out of her hand, holding it up to her. "Because I want you to marry me," He said, slipping it onto her finger with the sweetest smile she had ever seen.

Y/N smiled at him. "It's ok, Harry, you're very high on all the painkillers right now. I won't hold you to anything you say," She laughed a little.

"I'm not... why would I be on painkiller... oh yeah," Harry grinned, looking around. "I remember why I'm high right now."

"Riiight."

"I might be high, but I still want to marry you," he said is a singsong voice.

Y/N laughed. "Harry, why don't we talk about this when you're sober, ok?"

Harry pouted. "Please? Please marry me? I love you, and you're so pretty, and you're so nice to animals..." He started crying, apparently at how nice Y/N was to animals. "And... a cat! We can get a cat together!"

"Harry, baby, don't cry, of course we can get a cat," She gently wiped the tears from his bruised face.

"I won't stop crying until you say you'll marry me," Harry said defiantly, gripping Y/N's arm. "Pleeeaaase?"

"Ok, Harry, yes, I will marry you. Sure. You can stop crying now, ok?"

"That's good, I'm glad, because you're my favorite person, and I looooove you, and you're my baaaaby..."

At this point Harry was just singing random words, usually circling back to "baaaaby" and "looooove youuuu".

Y/N felt happy for the first time in what felt like years, while really it had been less than 24 hours.

Eventually, he wanted to see the ring again. Y/N held up her hand and he gasped.

"It's so beautiful! I'll buy you a real one though, a real ring for our real wedding. Then we'll get a real house and have real babies, and a real cat," He said, with the dopiest grin Y/N had ever seen.

"Oh? We'll have babies, huh? How many babies will we have?"

"3," He answered quickly. "Two girls and a boy. No... 4. Two of each. That way they won't team up one of them."

"Oh, sounds like you've thought about this a lot," Y/N laughed.

"Every single day since we started dating, you know why?"

"Why?"

He motioned for her to lean closer.

"Because I looooove you," He sang in her ear.

She pulled back, kissing his swollen cheek.

"You're a sweetheart," She said affectionately.

"So're you," He smiled.

"I kind of like drugged Harry," Y/N laughed. "He's very cute."

"Drugged Harry also likes drugged Harry, he feels like he's floating."

"Oh, so drugged Harry talks about himself in the third person?"

"He does now!" Harry smiled at her again. "Drugged Harry is tired... he's just going to..."

Then the monitors started beeping rapidly. Several nurses ran in, bustling around and shouting various medical terminology. Another nurse ushered Y/N out of Harry's room for the second time that day.

"No! No, I need to stay with him! I can't-"

"Shh... it's alright. They're going to do everything they can to help him. You have to let them help him. Why don't we go to the waiting room?"

Y/N exhaled shakily. If she couldn't stay with Harry, she might as well sit instead of hovering around the corner.

"Yes, let's go to the waiting room," She said, after a few deep breaths.

Y/N had been sitting on the waiting room for what felt like an eternity, but a glance at her phone told her it had only been 45 minutes.

A woman in a surgical gown approached her, and Y/N stood up quickly. "What happened?" She asked immediately.

"Unfortunately, your husband's brain bleed did not resolve itself like we had hoped. He is in surgery, and for right now he's doing well," the surgeon said, looking sympathetic.

"Ok... why did the monitors freak out? Did his heart stop? Is he going to wake up from surgery?"

"The monitors went off because his heart was having trouble, but they were able to resuscitate him through CPR and defibrillation. It's too soon to know if he will wake up, but the surgeon is hopeful. I will come back to update you as soon as I can."

"Ok, thank you," Y/N said, sinking back into her chair.

She felt a pain in her chest, like real, actual pain. What would she do without Harry? How would she live with herself, knowing he died trying to save her?

She caught a glimpse of the ring on her finger and choked back a sob. Would she tell people she was engaged? No, of course not. Harry had been completely out of his mind when he'd asked her.

She slumped down in her chair, wanting to curl up and cry. Instead, she called her mom. Through her tears, she explained everything that happened.

"Oh, honey," Her mom sighed. "I'm so sorry. I'm on my way. I'll be there in about 7 hours, I'm sorry it'll take so long. Do you want to stay on the phone with me?"

"No, I can't," Y/N sniffled. "I have to call Harry's family."

"Do you want me to do that? I wouldn't mind, they're-"

"No, mom, thank you, but I should. I- I'm going to go. Love you," Y/N said, hanging up the phone.

Checking her phone, Y/N realized it was the middle of the night in London where Harry's family lived. She didn't think she should wait, so she called Anne without another thought.

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry. We're getting the soonest flight. We won't be there until tomorrow morning. Will you be alright alone? Is your mother coming?"

"Yes, my mom's on her way. I'm ok, thank you," Y/N said, rubbing her eyes.

After she hung up the phone, it set in just how exhausted she was. She had slept poorly the night before, because of the awkwardness of sleeping in a chair and because she was so, so, worried for Harry.

She drifted into a fitful sleep where she dreamed of cars crashing, rings flying around, and Harry standing just out of her reach. He was like a rainbow, the closer she got to him, the more he faded.

She startled awake and realized there were tears on her face. She checked her phone, seeing that it had only been 3 hours.

She saw the same woman from before approaching her, this time wearing just scrubs.

Y/ N stood to meet her.

"Harry is out of surgery and doing well. We were able to repair the brain bleed. His heart stopped on the table," Y/N gasped at this, "But we were able to get him back. His ribs will be very sore and possibly even broken. All that aside, he is doing well, Mrs. Styles, and you can see him now," She said, Leading Y/N to the elevator.

Her breath trembled as they walked towards his room.

Harry was laying in his bed, looking like a fragile child. Even though he was so much bigger than her, right now he seemed so... small.

Y/N looked at the nurse, asking to sit with him. She nodded and explained that two of his ribs were fractured and his collarbone would hurt him a lot when he woke up.

Y/N held his hand with a featherlight touch, unwilling to jostle him even the smallest bit.

After about an hour of her reading to him, she felt a small movement, barely even noticeable. Was it...?

She felt another movement. This time she was sure of it. He was squeezing her hand.

"I'm here Harry, I'm right here," She soothed, moving her chair closer to him.

He groaned sleepily before opening his emerald eyes and looking at her.

"Hi," he smiled, squeezing her hand again.

"Hi," Y/N said, crying more than a little bit.

"What... did... are you ok?" Harry's brow furrowed. He seemed to have a hundred questions, but he settled on asking how she was.

"Yes, Harry, I'm ok. How do you feel?"

"Hurts," he said, closing his eyes. "But if you're ok, so am I."

Y/N kissed his hand. "I see drugged Harry is still here? The one that is 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 cute and sweet?"

"No, he's not. This is just regular Harry. I can tell because everything 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 hurts," He said with a small grimace.

"Oh, I'll get the nurse. They'll give you something," Y/N started to get up, but Harry's grip on her hand tightened.

"Wait," he said pulling her back to him. "Before they make me go all loopy, I just want to say-" He paused, looking at the ring on her finger. "I love you, to my fiancee. I think it counts more when I'm not high."

"Your- your fiancee? Harry, I told you I wouldn't hold you to anything you said before. You weren't in your right mind at all, I didn't even think you'd remember saying all that."

"Yeah, but I remember asking you to marry me and you said yes. You might not be holding me to anything I said, but I'm holding you to that," He grinned. "You really want to deny a dying man his last... dying... wish?"

Harry flopped his good arm dramatically over his forehead, wincing at the motion. Y/N helped him slowly lower it again.

"First of all, you're not dying. Secondly, I don't want you to go through with this because you feel obligated, or because you think I'll be upset if you aren't ready to propose. It's totally fine, I promise, but why don't we talk about this when you're feeling better?"

"No, I feel fine," He insisted.

Y/N gave him a look. "Really? You do? Aren’t you the one who just needed help moving your arm?"

"Irrelevant. I feel fine, like, mentally. If you don't think you're ready to be engaged to me, that's ok. But don't say no because you think I didn't mean it. I did, with every part of me. I love you, and I want you to be my wife."

"...Really?" Y/N asked, cheeks heating up.

"Really," Harry smiled.

"And according to drugged Harry, you want to have a cat and 4 children."

Harry laughed, wincing immediately.

"Don't make me laugh, my chest really hurts," He said, still holding her hand.

"Sorry, sorry, they said you have some broken ribs. Also your collarbone. Also your femur. Geez, Styles, you're kind of a mess," You laughed.

"Yeah, really," He smiled. "But seriously, will you? Will you be my wife?"

"Of course I will, Harry. I love you so much, of course I will," Y/N said, gently kissing his cheek.

"Great," Harry beamed at her. "Now that we've worked that out, can you get the nurse? Drugged Harry is ready to make a comeback."

"Oh, right, sorry," Y/N said, reaching over for the call button.

The nurse came in, giving Harry more medicine.

"You'll start to have some relief within a few minutes," She said, leaving them alone again.

"One more thing Y/N," Harry said. She could already tell he was a little more relaxed. "I have to get you a ring!"

Y/N smiled, holding up her hand. "I already have one, remember?"

Harry waved her hand away. "No, no, a bride can't buy her own ring! What kind of... chivalrous... gentleman... would I be if I didn't buy you a beautiful ring?"

"Ok, Harry, as soon as you get out of here, we'll go ring shopping," Y/N promised.

"And... to the cat shelter? You said we could get a cat... a kitty, a cat, a little kitty cat..."

Harry had started singing mumbled words about cats and love and babies. Y/N knew it was going to be a long night. Still, she had never been happier.

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That was really something, huh Sebastian? Great fic!!

Age gap filth with Seb pls😩 innocent!reader and overstimulation

principesă ✪ s. stan

summary | you meet your idol, sebastian stan, outside of his hotel. when he realizes you’re just an innocent little doll, he decides to take you back with him.

warnings | innocent reader, virginity loss, unprotected sex, naivety, age gap (reader is 19), masturbation, vaginal sex, spanking, slapping, spitting, daddy kink, overstimulation, breeding kink, edging, hair pulling kink, choking kink, rough sex, absolute filth, + more?, SMUT, 18+

pairings | sebastian stan x innocent!reader

a/n | fan!innocent!reader x sebastian (this isn’t dark, seb just really cares for you)

Sebastian ushered you into his hotel room, before following behind. He shut the door behind you and watched you adoringly. You looked around the lavish room in awe. “You can admire the place all you want, but I don’t want you to go home alone, alright? Stay the night, please?” He reasoned, taking you into his bedroom.

You naively followed him, trusting him completely. “But why? Why do you want me to stay safe?” You curiously pondered. “Because you’re my innocent principesă, and I don’t want anything to happen to you” he reasoned, his hand moving up towards your face.

His thumb lovingly stroked your cheek, and you felt tingly at your apex. Your brows furrowed together, confused as to why you were feeling that way. It wasn’t the first time. The first time was when you watch Sebastian fight as the Winter Soldier, and you felt tingly throughout the whole movie. Sometimes, after you watched his movies your panties would be wet, for some odd reason.

You looked around the room and found that there was only one bed, which was for Sebastian. He sensed your realization and caressed your hand with his other one. “We can share principesă, you can trust me” he smiled, feeling a bit guilty. He was almost taking advantage of your innocence, but at least it was him instead of some creep.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna be rude and take up your bed” you questioned, rubbing your thighs together to try and alleviate the tingles. But they only grew stronger. Sebastian watched and cleared his throat, feeling a rush of blood flow down to his cock. “I’m sure principesă” he reassured.

His voice was husky, dominating, and it had you rubbing your thighs even harder. You couldn’t control yourself, and neither could Sebastian. He tilted your head up and pressed a kiss to your lips. He moved his lips against yours, and you tried to keep up with him. You had no idea what you were doing, but you were trying.

Sebastian’s hand moved between your legs and he rubbed your pussy through your panties. “What a naughty little girl, hmm? Wearing just her soaking panties under such a short dress” he teases, making you whimper. Your legs had a slight tremor to them as he touched you, and you felt weak in the knees. He laid you back into the bed and pulled away from the kiss. He wasn’t going to stop, even if you were begging him to.

His hand pulled the dress off your body, but in shreds. Your tits bounced out, making you shy away from embarrassment. He chuckled and leaned down to suck a pebbled nub into his mouth. Your back arched off the bed and you whimpered softly. “W-Why does it feel so good?” You asked, gripping the bed sheets tightly.

“Because your body loves me, my little principesă” he smirked up at you. You were only left in your panties, which were evidently soaking with your arousal. He moved down your body, leaving a trail of kisses behind. When he was facing his pussy you tried to shut your legs, embarrassed of the scenario you were in. It was seldom to all the fanfiction you had read about him that left you with tingles and butterflies.

You felt your heart clamour in your chest as he pressed kisses on your inner thigh. “I would go down on you, principesă, but tonight it seems like we’re both a bit too eager” he pulled down your panties and the feeling of his lips on your thighs lingered. There was no way you were going to forget about it. “Fuck, principesă, you’re soaked. All because of me, right?” He smirked as he looked up at you. You whimpered and nodded your head, looking away.

Eye contact was too intimate for this. “Daddy never said you could look away, principesă” he spoke with absolute dominance, which made you squirm slightly. You looked back at him and he no longer was the soft Romanian actor you adored. He pulled off his clothes and you watched him with no shame. You could see the bulge through his boxers, but you didn’t know what it was. “What’s that?” You innocently asked, pointing at his large erection.

He gave a sultry chuckle and slowly pulled down his boxers. His large cock was revealed, and you still were confused. “This is Daddy’s cock, and Daddy is gonna fill you up with it. You would like that, wouldn’t you, principesă? My little needy girl” he husked. You bit your lip at the size, how was something so large going to fit you?

He pushed your thighs all the way up to your chest, making you hold them in place. You watched as he stroked his cock a few times, his face frowning in pleasure. “Fuck, principesă, you’re all spread out for your Daddy, aren’t you? Say it.” He bemoans, and you watch him suck his bottom lip in. “I- I’m all spread o- out for my D- Daddy!” You sputter, feeling an overcome of excitement. Adrenaline courses through your veins, and Sebastian simply smirks.

He can see the neediness in your eyes. He trails a digit up and down your soaking, sensitive folds. His finger found your pearl of nerves, and you immediately jerked when he put pressure on it. “T- That feels weird” you admitted, but you still wanted more. “Call me Daddy, principesă” he growls, pushing down harder on your clit. You squeal and try to move away, the sensation was too much. He growled and pulled you back to him, this time rubbing your clit in hard ministrations. You moaned at the feeling, not at all embarrassed at how good it felt.

He stroked his cock faster, and his movements on your clit sped up. “Daddy! I feel like I need to use the washroom!” You whimpered. “No baby, you’re gonna cum. Don’t you wanna cum for Daddy?” he cooes, and you feeling even more wetness drool out of your hole. He stroked his cock as he slowed down his digit on your clit. You whined as the pleasure got weaker, making him let out a sultry chuckle.

“You wanna know what Daddy really think/ of you, Pisoi? Well I'll tell you. You’re nothing more than a jucărie dracu that I can dispose of once I’m bored of you. The only thing you are to me is my own curvă personală. So, be glad that I’m giving you any of my spermă.” You didn’t understand, but when he sped up his finger on your clit — you mewled and nodded. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Cum for Daddy” he growls, making your cunt spasm. You felt wetness gush out of your cunt, electricity running throughout your body. Your heart clamoured in your chest and you moaned continuously.

Sebastian moaned as white ropes of cum painted your pussy. The warm, foreign feeling made you moan. His finger scooped some up and he opened your jaw. “Say ‘ah’ principesă” he cooes. You opened wide and he stuck his finger into your mouth. “C’mon, suck Daddy’s finger clean” he demanded. You obediently did so, lapping up his cum from his finger. You didn’t know what you were doing, but his asserting nods made you grin like the Cheshire Cat. The musky, yet salty taste filled your mouth, and you didn’t know if you wanted more or not.

He pulled his finger out of your mouth and stroked your cheek. You smiled, but when he pulled his hand away your grin fell. He lightly slapped your cheek, making you whimper. “Such a good little slut” he muttered against your lips. He situated himself between your legs, his hands groping your gorgeous swells. He pinched your nipples and twirled them between his fingers, making your back arch off the bed. You pushed your chest towards Sebastian involuntarily, a way of begging for more.

“Patience, principesă” he pulled his fingers away and reach down his body. His cock was still impressively hard as he dragged it up and down your pussy. You jerked and tremors were sent through your body. “Daddy! Feels so good!” You mewled pathetically, hey still confused at your body’s reaction. You felt his large hand wrap around your throat, squeezing at the sides. You grabbed his wrist tightly, but you didn’t try to pry his hand off.

It was new, debauched, yet you didn’t mind. All the air in your lungs left as his cock filled you up with no warning. He pulled out all the way, before snapping his hips forward. He set a relentless pace, your grunts and moans filling the room along with the smell of sex. He fucked you hard, his cock poking at your cervix every now and then. “Fuck yes. You love getting fucked, huh? You love Daddy taking away your innocent” He grunted, squeezing your neck a little tighter.

You nodded your head at his words, your legs tightening around his waist. Black dots sported your vision, and you thought you were going to pass out under him. He pulled his hand away from your neck and slapped you on the face, making you squeal. Your cunt clenched around his thick cock, and he slapped you again. You shouted, “Daddy!”, and came all over his cock. Your release hit you like a truck, and it was almost painful. Your entire body shook, and you knew that the other guests in the hotel hated you both.

Sebastian continued to fuck you through your orgasm, making you overstimulated. You babbled absolute nonsense, making him chuckle. “Daddy, it’s too much!” You cried out as if you were in agony. “Be quiet, or else Daddy is gonna have to pull out and put you over my knee. I’ll spank your ass raw, do you understand?” He spoke, stopping his thrusts. You pouted and nodded.

“Good girl” he praised, before turning you onto your stomach. He pulled you onto your knees and watched your count clench around nothing. He filled you up in one motion, making you moan his name. His fist tangled itself in your hair whilst he fucked you hard. His balls slapped against your sensitive clit again and again. He tugged on your hair harshly, the feeling sending you over the edge. You gushed your release all over his cock, some of it getting on the sheets.

“You love my cock, don’t you?” He asked, pulling his hand out of your hair. His thrusts became more powers and you felt pleasure searing through your abdomen once again. “Yes! Yes Daddy!” You cry out, tears streaming down your face. The overstimulation melted your mind, and you came all over again. You squirted everywhere, on yourself, on the bed and on Sebastian.

“Fuck that’s so hot, you fucking squirted everywhere!” He shouted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. He slapped your ass a few times and watched it ripple back at him. He grapped you by the throat and pulled you up against his bare chest. Your back had the meanest arch and he began to slow down his thrusts, edging the both of you.

You whined loudly, craving another orgasm. He tilted your head back and spat on your face, before snapping his hips into you. You both came at the same time. You gushed around his cock as his warm cum painted your inner walls. You moaned at the sensation, savouring it before he pulled out. He laid you back on the bed, before laying down next to you. You felt his cum trickle out of your channel and onto your leg.

He pushed his cock back into you, plugging you up with his cum. “Can’t have any of it spilling out, or else I won’t be able to breed you properly” he smiled down at you. You grinned back up at him, admiring his steel blue eyes. “But we aren’t done for tonight, principesă”.

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