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pinkslashersimp · 2 years

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What do you think yandare Hannibal would do if reader snuck out the window and went into the woods just to chill by the lake/creek and find shiny rocks

I LOVE YOUR WRITING IEHHHEBEBFIDKDKE

THANK UUUU😭💗💗💗

i see you’ve asked for nbc hannibal in ur other message so i’ll do just him<3 thank u for specifying:)

TW: yandere behavior, toxic relationship, false imprisonment, reader is GN, implied kidnapping, barely proof read tbf

if any of this triggers u pls scroll past and stay safe🤍

NBC Hannibal x His GN!Reader who sneaks out🌷💗

Haha. You’re bold if you think you can make it out for over an hour at best.

Ever since Hannibal took you, both the front and back door have had multiple locks installed, which are checked by him every morning, noon, before he goes to work, and night before you both go to bed.

Even the windows have been sealed shut and there are cameras in each corner of the house. Face it, you’re stuck like a mouse in a trap.

Especially since you now know of his eating habits

Still, somehow you’ve managed to jimmy open a window after weeks of slyly breaking apart the sealing on it (you sneaky fuck), and successfully snuck out at night making minimal noise, avoiding waking Hannibal in his slumber.

You’re given an hour head start this time, since Hannibal is sound asleep and you didn’t knock anything over when half hazardously jumping out the house

When he wakes up, though?

Oh, hes pissed.

Angry, worried, confused. All these emotions stir around inside him as he checks the cameras in hopes you’ve simply left bed momentarily for a glass of water or something.

Which is when he spies the open window. And the timeframe of you leaving.

An entire hour ago.

He sighs heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose out of stress. Disappointment for both you and himself circling around him

Hannibal doesn’t waste any time getting changed, instead heading in the direction you left in, in his sleepwear and black dressing gown

Meanwhile, you’ve already seated yourself on a bench facing a peaceful, serene lake, which spreads greatly throughout a large portion of the area, lit brightly by the moon which sits comfortably above the distant edge of the water

Life is great

Life is peaceful

Life is quiet and stress free, away from Hannibal’s animalistic, obsessive clutches.

Until he finds you. 15 minutes later. The crunch of leaves under his feet startles you away from your tranquil meditation session, turning to face him with a look of horror

Your apologies and please go straight through him, ignoring your explanation for whatever the Hell you thought you were pulling tonight by leaving like that.

Hannibal grabs your arm and lifts you straight up, putting you in front of him and firmly pushing you back in the direction of the house

“Back home. Now.”

The minute you’re inside his home again he sits you down and lectures you for what feels like hours. Expressing his anger, disappointment, and worry, in the most collected way he’s able to given his current emotions

And congratulations! Unfortunately this little stunt has stripped you of all freedom entirely, almost every second of the day is spent besides Hannibal (apart from when he has to leave for work, then it’s spent locked in a single room)

Let’s hope that hour and 15 minutes were worth it

(at least you got to keep the little rocks)

#slasher headcanons #slashers #yandere slashers #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal x reader #yandere hannibal #yandere hannibal headcanons #yandere hannibal x reader #yandere hannibal fic #yandere hannibal lecter #male yandere #yandere nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter x you #hannibal lecter headcanons #hannibal headcanons #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal fic

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phantom-of-the-501st · 22 days

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Thoughts on TBB 3x10: Identity Crisis and 3x11: Point of No Return

SPOILERS BELOW

Let's not start kidnapping kids for experimentation. That's never going to go well

This show has progressively gotten greyer and it's so depressing. I want my sunshine back

Of course the Empire are experimenting on kids. "Oh we cAn'T fiNd EnOugH aDulTs. We juSt uSe cHilDrEn iNsteAd". 🖕

Ayyyyy Bane is back!

Well he didn't kill the parent so that's something

This is so depressing 😭

"I was following protocol". Everything that comes close to "good soldiers follow orders" makes me really sad

Have we met someone else called Jax? I swear we've heard that name before

The fact that they have 3 specimens but their specimen numbers are much higher than 3 does not make me feel good. What happened to all of the other ones???

"To retrieve it". "It". Literally just an object to Dr Arsehole over here

Trandoshan? Pirate? FUCK YOU CID FOR SPILLING ABOUT PHEE

"Let's just say I'm good at my job" suggests he has picked up a hell of a lot more than 3 kids so where are the others?!

NOT THE LULA DOLL

I feel like this is a good time to note that I still don't like Emerie. Her dedication to Hemlock and her involvement in the Empire up until this point outweigh all of her current actions for me. So no, I still don't like her.

"But what about Nala Se?" I hear you ask. Don't like her either! I respect that she's trying to protect Omega but the number of problems that lanky bitch has caused means that I'm not going to forgive her that easily

People really need to stop leaving the door to their ship open BECAUSE SHIT LIKE THIS HAPPENS

1600??? FOR FUEL?! BITCH THEY TRIED SELLING ECHO FOR 2000

Tbf with fuel prices the way that they are I shouldn't be surprised

NOOOOO NOT PABU 😭

DON'T LEAVE THE GOGGLES THERE

AND LULA TOO?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK THAT'S NOT GOOD

Oof that little bit of Omega's theme really hits in the feels 🥲

Eliminate them? How about no

NOT THE MARAUDER

I KNOW IT WAS IN A TEASER CLIP BUT NOOOOOOOOO

You know what I'm suddenly very glad that the goggles and Lula were off the ship

Nah I don't like that Wrecker's down. He never goes down for long

"Search every domicile" Domicile? DOMICILE?! Now where have we heard someone use that term before...

The Kiners are really popping off with this soundtrack 🔥

Crosshair's little "uh huh" 😭

SOMEONE CALL ECHO FFS

How about no to the recapture plan

If CX-2 turns out to be Tech then we only have 4 episodes left to address that entire storyline and I don't know what to do with that information

Errrrrr Hunter's not gonna be happy when he finds out what Crosshair and Omega have been up to

Neither's Wrecker tbf

Or Echo

Anyway... Cross is going to have a fun time explaining that one

Echo's gonna get a fun call as well. "So errr... The Empire took over Pabu, Omega got herself recaptured by choice and the Marauder is in pieces so... can we get a lift please?"

FUCK CROSSHAIR MISSED THE TRACKER

Me after these episodes

Some solid episodes today. I really enjoyed them! Am I still annoyed that Echo is still stuck as someone to be name dropped but not actually put in the episode? Yes. But these were some strong episodes.

I'm still trying to compute how this is all going to get wrapped up in 4 episodes though. That's really not a lot of time. 😭

BINGO UPDATE

Only just clocked that I have "Batcher dies" written on it. When I wrote it I meant one of the Batch members. I didn't know we were gonna get a hound called Batcher 😅

#we're nearing the end folks #and I don't like it #this is all going to be over too soon for my liking 😭#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb omega

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absolutelybifurious · 5 months

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i barely use tumblr anymore, but dear lord - the way people on here and twitter are so gleeful at ashton being manipulatively asked to leave by chetney is bugging the shit out of me. like, dont get me wrong - i find the roleplay of it, and chetney/travis's choice to do it, deliciously angsty, and it was amazing to watch and opened so many fun doors. i'm thriving on the angst, but the fandom's response and delight at people mistreating ashton. like yes, he strong-armed fearne into something (though she did people please her way into it, tbf - give her a little agency with it) and that deserves some of the hells' wrath. but a lot of the hells are being hypocritical in how harsh they're being, and ashton was abandoned by their crew once and that's a huge chunk of his trauma, so for people to be absolutely overjoyed that chetney decided to use that to "test" them??

i don't know. the reaction has left such a bad taste in my mouth. i dont interact with the fandom much just because fandom stresses me out, but this annoyed me enough that i felt like making a post about it. like can we just ask ourselves why we're sooo into the idea of a nonbinary person who suffers from chronic pain and severe self worth issues being beat down so badly?

and to reiterate, i like that it happened. i love where the cast is taking it. i love the angst it's opened up, and i think taliesin is eating it up too. so i'm not like DEFENDING anyone here, i'm just particularly bothered by how cruelly people have responded to it?

#ashton greymore #cr spoilers #critical role #bells hells #c3e78

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moonlightknightess · 4 months

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(just pretend this is an ask cuz I lost both of them by posting an incomplete draft by accident 😡😡🤬🤬)

Gonna merge these asks in one prompt cuz the one with the link is already down (as per usual), but sure!

Tbf it's my fault cuz that one lasted a really long time, but I guess we can't have nice things lol

Ngl this one's a bit rushed in the end, but still I hope y'all enjoy it ☺️

- It still amazes me whenever I see it, you know? -

And she means every word, a playful remark that has him getting harder on her belly, has his shaft pulsating slightly faster as she maps his entire length with her digits, provoking little groans on command when she engulfs him on her palm

Because no matter how much of this has been happening between the two of them, she still finds herself dumbfounded whenever Eren knocks on her door (sometimes reeking of alcohol. Sometimes not) coincidentally around the neighborhood and feeling like visiting her out of the blue.

Nor can she still get her head wrapped around the idea that everything that unfolds in the privacy of her small apartment is pretty much real. From the beginning to the very end and everything in between. Her mind and body always coming to an agreement that serves to tell her yes, this really happened.

No matter how many times she tries, she always finds herself in this very same situation: Butt naked, legs wide open, and slightly eager, she still can't find herself believing that this diabolic, devil thing currently lying atop her abdomen was able to provoke her so many different sensations and emotions.

- I know - He answers plain and simple, a small smidge of pride showing in the tone of his voice, the same one that more often than not makes her want to regret what she says. The last thing she wants is for him to get a little too full of himself - And you fucking love it -

She is oh so ready to beat those allegations as soon as they come out of his mouth, to at least show some kind of resistance and let him know that she is not someone he should be looking down to

Still, she can only let out a small pitch of surprise as soon as he gets himself out of her hold, his heat missing. The ghost of his form quickly fading off, her eyes meeting the sight of his hands pumping himself up, forearms muscles contouring as he seems to get ready for what they both have been waiting for.

Unashamed as he always tends to be, he spits on his hand before he starts to slowly lube himself, his cock becoming shinier the more he spreads his own saliva. Unaware of the effect he unconsciously had on her, to the way she wets her lips and the subtle bob he throat makes

- Jesus Christ, Jaeger - She tries to fake as much disgust as she can, sending him a quick disapproval glance before she locks eyes once again on his groin - I still don’t understand what Mikasa saw in you, seriously -

- I could ask the same thing about you -

Right before she can come up with some sort of response, he is already hovering over her, teal eyes piercing through her own as the shadow of his form engulfs her completely, her heart racing as she feels his raspy hands lifting her legs by the underside of her knees, her chest getting tighter the more he starts to press himself closer and by extension, locking her legs higher, his arms anchoring

- So, tell me, Sasha - She can feel the heat of his breath when he starts to whisper to her ear, lips mischievously resting on her skin, raising goosebumps on her skin as she becomes aware of her situation: Butt naked, legs wide open, slightly eager and locked in place, her groin growing moisture by the second the more she realizes that he doesn’t mean to go easy on her this time, the missing heat that left her now coming back in the form of a sharp hot tip placing itself right in the middle of her folds, rock hard and raging to go - What did you see in me? -

He doesn’t expect an answer at all, using the small confusion he provoked in her by to take her by surprise, the sudden thrust of his hips breaking into her deepness threatening to force her lungs to chant his name out loud, the way he purposefully stays sheathed inside her making her toss and turn on his hold, demanding and begging him both in equal parts until he deems it enough

And to be fair, if she ever had to answer his question as sincerely as their relationship made her do, she would have to say that this is what she saw in him

Because no matter how much she tries- no matter how many one-night stands she wakes up from- None of them compares to what Eren can offer

Because she has still yet to find someone who can steal the air out of her lungs and devour her alive just like he can, the liplock he forces on her demanding all her might not to just clamp her teeth on his lower lip out of overload of sheer, primal emotions, tongue easily sliding against her own making her toes curl painfully, the subtle slurping sound they both created now growing louder by the second until shame is thrown out the window and they become careless of the needy moans they make, careless of the mess of spit they become with every hungry kiss and the bridges of saliva that raises and crumbles every time they separate for air and plunge back into action

Because she has still yet to find anyone who knows every single inch of her body and makes the best of using that knowledge just as he does, his hands gripping and massaging her love handles in the only way that makes her sigh in relief, his teeth providing the perfect amount of pressure on her lower lip to make her moan his name, his body contouring in the perfect position and his dick scrapping her upper walls so deliciously it makes her eyes shine blind, whiteness her only sight whenever he retreats his waist ever so slowly and snaps back inside like a powerful piston, plowing her so fucking hard she swears she can see his cock bulging out of her insides, and just when she reaches out her hand just to make sure her mind isn’t playing minds on her, she finds herself delighted to feel him despite the several layers between them, a subtle bulge that set her nerves livewire the more she presses it, at the same time provoking a small grunt from Eren that she wishes she could hear more

There is no denying at this point that he is the only one who makes her go insane, makes her go feral with so little she starts to worry she is getting obsessed with him.

Because it’s not normal the way she threads her fingers in his poor attempt of a man bun and practically shoves his face against her own, nor it’s normal the way she falls hypnotized whenever he sheathes out and provides her with the sight of his reddish member dripping awfully from the mix of her juices pouring out of her, the little bob it makes almost making her unaware of the fact that he isn’t wearing protection, and she isn’t sure it was a good day to go raw at all

- Eren, wait - She tries to warn him, her hand trying to cover her velvet just as he felt like repositioning himself, tip meeting the cover her fingers made as he lifts his gaze and is met with her sweaty face, her breath labored in the form of little pants she makes

- You are not wearing a condom - She clarifies under his doubtful expression, his mind processing her words for a second too long before he reaches out for her hand and swats it away, his thumb pressing her clit so deliciously it makes it harder for her to claw her nails on his hand - Wha?!-

- I know - He answers, barely giving too much thought to his response, just like you would answer someone when they ask you the time, as if the fact that they have been having raw sex for the past hour wasn’t nerve-wracking by itself

- Eren! - She chastised when she tries to cover her entrance once again, her hand swatted again but this time with Eren taking it in his hold, her other hand meeting the same fate when she tried the same move - I’m serious here, stop joking around -

- I’m not joking - He whispers against her ear just like he did at the start, his thick fingers threading on her own as he pins her hands on both sides of her head, the head of his dick resting teasingly against her folds and his hips snapping up and down as he coats himself in the wetness her slit provides, his hands now placing itself barely below her navel, rubbing her softly - You would look amazing bearing my children, I fucking swear -

- No - She says out of reflex, her face turning in the opposite direction, her legs shaking and her breathing growing harsh with the mere idea of it, sweating cold just as she sees the whole scenario in her head: her belly growing larger by the months, the spawn of their mischievousness taking place right inside her body

The worst part is that she can't help but find herself allured by the idea.

Thrilled by the forbidden nature of such an act

Where did this all come from, seriously

- Wh- why not? - Eren asks, the friction he is forcing on her increasing in tempo, his words heavy on his throat as he tries to regain his breath, his hand forcing her to look him directly at his eyes, so intimately close she gets intoxicated in his natural essence, noses rubbing together as he caresses her jaw softly - Just tell me why not -

- You know why - She is too weak to break out from his hold, her hand not strong enough to push him by his bicep, her bite not potent enough to make his lip bleed, her mind a hot mess of unconcealed emotions that makes her barely able to talk reasoning to him, to make him understand the very reason why this can’t happen - M-Mikasa would never forgive us if we… -

But alas, Eren has never been a man of reasoning, even less one of clever judgment, he just mindlessly seeks for whatever he wants, and everyone around just either suck it up and let it be or they better be prepared to fight off his nonsense

And she really, really, wishes she could consider herself one of the latter, to know better than to let herself get dragged in the rabbit hole in which he means to take her alongside him, the sensation of warmth and fullness filling her insides once again as he starts to rock her world, the lewd plap of their skin clashing lowering the walls they once built up, lulling her into a ecstasy-like state, the softness in which his tongue caresses hers mind-blowing just in the perfect way

-You won’t regret it… I swear you won’t -

It is both too much and not enough, the way his words fill her with dread and hope, the way his digits trace her belly and make it flutter so easily she starts to worry about just how much control he has over her, the fact that just a mere kiss from him can erase any hint of doubt in her mind, how utterly futile it is for her to try and fight this feeling of want growing inside her the more his pace becomes more erratic, to keep her mouth close shut because she knows damn well she can have it in herself to make it stop…

To make him stop

Still, despite trying her best, she can’t help but keep her eyes glued on his. Barely open, watery and stinging as they were still enough to let him see through her, her mouth shaping into the smallest “o” when he decides to thrust up once, twice, thrice and then some more, her muscles boiling hot under the pressure of his presence and all the emotions he is provoking on her.

As he drags her hand right above her belly, right above where he is going to mark her for good, she finally loses her last hold on sanity, the little whispers he mouths on her lips a perpetual chant that ingrains itself in her mind and grow roots instantly, the incessant push and pull he forces on her tight walls making her go feral for more, open mouthed, tongue wrapping kisses shared between them no matter the mess of saliva coating their lips, the gooshing sound of her juices pouring out with each snap of his hips making her realize she is not lasting for much longer

She swears she can can feel it, the way his shaft hardens inside her, the telltale of his orgasm starting, his mouth sucking hers in the literal sense of the word as his cock pounds her like a broken piston, his body flush against hers as he takes her whole, overwhelming her whole self until he gives her a last thrust of finality.

Is both painful and blissful, the way he pushes his hips upwards just so she can feel it right on her guts, the small bump she feels on her hand a sturdy little thing that has her purring in desire

The warmness that overtakes her insides a beautiful and yet cruel reminder that this was pretty much real

She really, really wishes she doesn’t regret this…

#eresasha #eren yeager #sasha braus

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galaxies-can-collide · 11 months

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You are the new girl

Pt. 4

Summary: Y/N is new in town and comes across two beautiful boys that both spark and interest in her. Which boy will she choose....

Warnings: Just some cute stuff, romance, 18+ a lil (I tried)

Word Count: 4.8k words (tbf this whole story is over 10k words)

Author Note: I am new to this whole thing, and this is my first post, so be gentle. But also let me know your thoughts and if you want more? I have written so much of this but am always willing to make changes. Part 4 will have a bit more JJ, and then I think the ending will have two outcome, one with Rafe and one with JJ

Rafe’s POV:

I stood there and watched her walk away from me, she was heartbroken and it was all my fault. I feel like my whole life crashed and my heart was left shattered on the floor, I had broken the heart of the girl who held mine so tightly and so lovingly. Seeing her cry and not being able to hold her was something out of a nightmare. Seeing her kiss JJ was the worst thing that I could’ve seen and it was something I never wished to see again but I had the feeling that I had just pushed her straight into the arms of him without even knowing. I did this, I ruined us. I just stood in place till I could no longer see her and was suddenly very aware that I had eyes on me, but I shook it off and went inside, the only thing I wanted to do right now was drink, and I will figure this out in the morning.

I was about 8 clean whisky’s in and I was feeling the effects but I had to do anything to wash this pain away, I had to make it numb, I had to take away this hurt the only way I knew how and that was to drown it out. I sat on the couch majority of the night as countless girls came up to me trying to get their ends off but it was no use, I just wanted Y/N, and even though I had fucked it up I would not make the situation worse and no other girl here or on this planet will ever be more perfect that Y/N. But just then I saw Jen walk into the door and my blood started boiling, how dare she ruin what I had with Y/N, how fucking dare she. So my drunk self-got up and walked straight towards her, I grabbed her arm and pulled her upstairs and into one of the empty bedrooms. “What the fuck do you want Rafe?” she said but she protested the whole way up the stairs. “What fucking game are you playing at Jen? Why would you tell Y/N about us? Do you realise what you have done?” I said now seething with anger. And the smug smile that drew across her face gave me all the information I needed. “Baby, she wasn’t right for you, you know we are meant to be. So I just helped that along. It’s you and me baby” she said and tried to kiss you but you pushed her off, lightly. “Don’t touch me Jen, the sight of you actually makes me sick. You have taken from me the only girl I have ever truly loved. But hear me now, I will get her back and you will lose, stay clear away from me and Y/N, I’m serious Jen, I don’t want to see you ever again” once I had said this I left to go downstairs.

I stayed there for another half hour and then decided to go home, I needed to be alone, I needed to think and process everything that went down tonight. How did I manage to lose the love of my life, how did I fuck things up this bad. I just needed to be alone to figure shit out.

Y/N’s POV:

You spent majority of the night crying in JJ’s arms until you eventually fell asleep, you woke up the next morning with puffy eyes and a sore throat from the sobs you had cried out the previous night, but as you opened your eyes and sat up everything came flooding back and you were on the brink of crying again. You felt JJ stir awake next you and he saw you sitting up and just looking out the window, he sat up and pulled you into his chest and you loved the smell of him and the way you fit so perfectly into him, it was different to Rafe, and you liked it. Truth is, if Rafe wasn’t in the picture you would be with JJ, there was always something about him, you two just had a beautiful bond. But Rafe was in the picture and he was a massive part of it. He drew you out of your thoughts, “Morning gorgeous, how are you feeling after last night, I know what happened was far from what you wanted but I am here to listen or sit in silence, always” he said softly. “Thank you JJ, I just want to let you know how much I appreciate you, I mean you have always been there for me and I can never thank you enough” you said back to him, barely audible from him to hear. “Y/N” he said as he grabbed you face to make you look at him. “This might not be the best time to tell you but I know if I don’t do it now I never will” he said and brushed a stray hair away from your face and behind your ear, he admired your beauty so much and you could see that in his eyes.

“Y/N, do you know how in love with you I am, more than just my best friend. You are everything, you are funny, smart, beautiful and so full of life. God your laugh alone could make anyone smile, I love the person you are and how you treat other people, and I want to give you the absolute world. I know your heart lies with someone else and I never expect anything from this but I had to tell you. I can’t live anymore with this, I understand if you want to leave and not talk to me again because my timing is absolutely horrendous but yea there it is” he said and he was nervous about it and you could tell because he couldn’t even look you in the eyes. You were silent, processing everything and JJ didn’t know what to think, had he completely fucked this up. “Fuck, Y/N, I am so sorry, I am so selfish. I should of thought about your feelings” you had to stop his rambling so you kissed him and he was shocked at first but soon melted into you and you two connected like lost souls. You pulled away eventually taken back by this kiss, this time it wasn’t forced it was naturally and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies. “JJ, I agree that your timing is very off, but thank you for telling me. I can’t lie and tell you I don’t feel something for you because I do and I would love nothing more the give you what you want, but I need to sort this thing out with Rafe or more like end this thing off with Rafe, and I could never ask you to wait for me because that isn’t fair, but I just need time” you said to him, now you’re the nervous one. “Y/N, I would wait many lifetimes for you, I’ve waited this long, I can wait a bit longer” he said now smiling and laid a small kiss to your forehead and you were warmed by the sweet jester. JJ got up to make you coffee and you switched your phone off having switched it off last night because you wanted no contact from Rafe whatsoever but you had to face the music eventually and you thought ripping off the band aid sooner rather than later would be better.

Your phone switched on and were flooded with missed calls from Rafe and messages and your heart broke all over again and you couldn’t help the tears falling, after all this boy had completely shattered you. You opened his chat

You decided to call him, you had to end this and at most hear him out, even though he didn’t deserve it, this boy knew everything about you, he held your heart and you held his. JJ walked in the room with your coffee and took one look at your tear stricken face and went into a panic, “Y/N are you okay? What happened?” he asked very worried. “No, nothing happened, just Rafe. Uhm thank you for the coffee, would you mind giving me a second? I just need to make a call” you asked him and he nodded and left the room.

With shaky hands you picked up your phone and clicked on the name you had called countless times before, except this heart, was with a broken heart. You pulled the phone to you ear and you didn’t even have time to process what to say and he picked up the phone so quickly, “Y/N, I didn’t expect to hear from you” he said and you could hear the cracks in his voice, he had been crying and that broke your heart. “I wasn’t going to call but, we need to talk. Meet me at the end of the pier in 30 minutes” you said and didn’t give him any time to respond before you hung up because you knew hearing his voice again would send you into another crying spell.

You got up to go find JJ and found him sitting on the couch in anticipation, he got up the minute you walked in “Hey beautiful girl, what’s going on” he said pulling you into his chest. You loved him, but you loved Rafe more, but you and Rafe were on your way to end and maybe there was hope for you and JJ. “JJ, I am going to see Rafe, I need to sort my head out” his face dropped at what you said but he understood. “I will come back right after” you said to him and went to go get dressed. You realised you had no clean clothes at JJ, so you threw on a pair of his sweatpants and one of his hoodies and you took in the smell of him and couldn’t help thinking that JJ would never hurt you like this. You mentally prepared yourself for seeing him, that same face you had woken up to in an absolute bliss many times but this time it was different, this time it was to end it. You didn’t bother with makeup as you knew you would probably end up crying so what was the point. You walked out ready to leave and JJ stopped you, “First off you look so good in my clothes, and second off no matter what happens I will always be here for you” he said and with that he kissed you, a soft gentle kiss and you smiled, he was so special.

You got to the pier a little earlier so you didn’t have to walk up on Rafe, you got to the end and sat down letting your feet dangle down. You just sat their taking in your surroundings and preparing yourself. You were there for a few minutes and then you heard footsteps behind you and you knew who is was, but you didn’t turn around, you just stayed there. He sat down next to you and you knew it was him, from his smell and when his knee grazed yours. You looked at him and he looked at you and you looked at the same piercing eyes you fell in love with, except this time all you could see in his eyes was hurt. His eyes were puffy and red and you knew had been crying, fresh tear stained cheeks showed that he had cried on the way here.

“Y/N” he said with a shaky voice. And that alone sent you into tears, he tried to pull you into him but you pushed him away. “Please don’t Rafe” you said softly, and it broke him. He just wanted to hold you and tell you everything would be okay. He hates that he broke your heart, he hates that he can’t be the one to comfort you. He looked you up and down and realised that those were not your clothes. “Y/N, where do you stay last night?” he said this time a little more angry. “I stayed at JJ” you said. And this visible made Rafe upset, which he had no right to be at all. “I take his those are his clothes? We have now fight and you run and fuck someone else?” he was now standing and raising his voice. “What the fuck is wrong with you Rafe? You really think that fucking low of me?” you stood up now looking at him. “Well Y/N what do you expect me to think? You kiss him at a party and then go and stay at his house? And now you are wearing his clothes? I mean come on Y/N do you think I am fucking blind?” he was yelling still. “Rafe, don’t you fucking dare ever accuse me of shit. Yes I kissed JJ, that is it, when I went home, I cried the entire fucking night because of you. You are your dick, that you could not keep to yourself” you snared back at him. “You fucked this up Rafe and what I do from here on out has fuckall to do with you. You broke me Rafe, you fucking broke my heart. So you do not get to stand there and accuse me of anything. I loved you wholeheartedly, not once did I stray. But you did.” You were now crying. “So you didn’t sleep with him?” he questioned, now lowering his voice. “No Rafe, and if I did, it no longer concerns you who I sleep with anymore. We are finished” you said back and his face dropped, has he really just lost you. He didn’t come here to fight with you he came to win you back and he has just fucked it up more. “I am done with this, goodbye Rafe”, you said and started walking away when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him. His lips crashed to yours and you tried to push away but his strength overpowered you. His taste was so familiar and you fell into the kiss, you two moved together to knowingly, he was familiar and you liked that but no, this can’t happen. You finally pushed him away. “No Rafe, you don’t get to do that anymore” you said.

“Y/N, I cannot lose you. I am sorry I jumped to conclusions but I was so angry, not with you but myself and I took it out on you and that’s not right. Look what I came to say is I fucked up, big time. You are the only one for me, and you always will be. There is no one else for me. What I did was wrong, but back then I didn’t know where we would go. I had no idea you would become so special to me and I will spend my whole life regretting what I did. Seeing you hurt and broken kills me, it absolutely tears me apart. You are my world Y/N. Seeing you kiss JJ, was like an arrow to the heart, it was the lowest point of my life. I can’t lose you, I can’t, you are my rock. Please, give me a chance to make this right. Let me fix this, please I will never forgive myself if I didn’t try. Please.” He said and now he was crying, practically begging you. Your heart broke seeing him cry, you loved him, with every fibre of your being.

“Rafe, what you did was the worst thing you could do to me, you broke my heart and my trust and I don’t know if I can forgive that. But I also know I will hate myself if I didn’t see this through. I love you Rafe and I always will, but I need time and I need space. I am not saying we are together but I am not saying this is the end. But for right now I want a break. I need to sort my head out. I do not know what the future holds for us but for right now Rafe, please leave me alone” You said now crying too and he nodded. “Y/N, I love you and I will do anything to make this right” he let go of your wrist. “Goodbye Rafe” you said walking away. “Goodbye my beautiful girl”. You walked home as the pier wasn’t too far from where you stayed and you went over the conversation, you wanted nothing more than to forgive him and be with him and let him hold you but you just couldn’t forgive what he did at least not anytime soon.

Rafe’s POV:

I can’t believe I fucked it up more, I had her, I had the girl of my dreams and I ruined it and when I wanted to fix it I only accused her of the thing I had done that had put us in this situation. He had the chance to fix it and feels that he might have pushed you further into the hands of someone else. He hated himself for what he did to you, all he wanted to do was protect you, but he never thought you were the one she would need protecting from. I just couldn’t help it, seeing her in his clothes made my blood boil because I immediately thought the worst the thought of someone else touching my girl was a thought I could never process. I loved her and I had to win her back but I also had to respect her decision and I had to stay away no matter how much it killed me. Watching her walk away made it seem like she was walking away from us and that killed me but she said this isn’t the end so I have to hold onto that hope because if I don’t I will completely fall apart.

I just do not think I will be able to stay away from her, I am drawn to her and it does not help that she lives so close to me in such close reach of me. I just somehow have this feeling she won’t be around much anymore and I have no one to blame but myself.

Y/N’s POV:

I eventually got back to JJ’s and he was sitting on the edge of the couch, as if he was lost in thought. He heard you come up and immediately stood up, he looked so worried and so caring, why couldn’t I have chosen JJ, would I be going through all of this if I had just chosen him. He came out of you pulling you out of thought and pulled you into a hug, “Hey gorgeous, how was it?” he asked you. “He accused me of sleeping with you and then asked for me back saying he will do anything to fix us” you said and you felt JJ tense up. “Uhm, why would he think that?” he asked questionable, “Because I had your clothes on and kissed you at the party” you huffed. Little did you know JJ would love nothing more than to be that close with you but he would never push it, it would have to be your decision. “Oh, well, I would probably also beg for you back, cause to lose you would be for my world to crash around me” he gave a nervous giggle. You smiled and looked up at him in such admiration, he was so perfect, the way his blonde hair fell so perfectly and how his blue yes caught the sunlight just right. He was so beautiful inside and out. He looked down at you and gave you a small smile, he pushed a stray hair behind your ear and let his hand just stay there for a while and you leant your face into his hand and closed your eyes, just enjoying being held by him. Without saying anything you kissed him, it just felt right, not forced but just perfect. He was shocked at first but very quickly kissed you back you pulled you up by your ass and your legs almost instinctively wrapped around his waist as he took you to the couch, he laid you down so softly never breaking apart your lips and he wanted this to last forever.

You was towering over you but as much as he wanted this, he didn’t want to do something you would regret because that would kill him. He wanted you but he wanted you to also want him, not as a revenge plan or because you are hurt but because you wanted to. He pulled away and searched your eyes but all he saw was confusion, he sat down next you and you followed him by sitting up also. “JJ, are you okay, what’s wrong?” you asked grabbing his hand and placing it in your lap. “Do you not want me?” you questioned more hurt this time, He saw this and grabbed your face, “No baby, no. I want this more than anything, but I want you to want this. I don’t want you to do something you regret, this has to be something you want” he said and you understood where he was coming from. You straddled his lap and his landing on your hips. “JJ, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want this, and I know the situation that led us here isn’t how it should of gone but we are here now. JJ, I would never regret anything with you, I want to be here in this moment with you” you say to him and a small smile appears on his face and he is just the most beautiful man. “Please, be in this moment with me” you asked him shyly looking down, you pulled your chin up to look at him, “You are everything to me Y/N” he said and with that he kissed you and your hands snaked to his hair and his hands squeezed your hips. He picked you up and carried you to his bedroom where he laid you down on the bed, he kissed you ago and pulled the hoodie over your head and was very surprised to see you had no bra on, he just stood and stared at you, admired you, god you were perfect in his eyes and he wanted to show you, he slid the sweatpants down your legs and revealed you were wearing a white lace thong. You sat up and slid his heart over his head and he wiggled out of his shorts, revealing his already hard member through his jocks, and to say the least he was a lot bigger than you thought, and you couldn’t deny that it turned you on. He came down leaning over you and his lips crashed on yours, he was no hungry for you, but he didn’t want to just fuck you, he wanted to make it meaningful and full of love.

You knew this wouldn’t be like all the times with Rafe, you knew it would be different and you were excited for it. JJ’s hand slid down your body and find your clothed heat and a smile came across his lips when he felt how wet you were for him already. “All this for me” he said and you blushed. His hand slipped beneath your thong and his fingers traced your folds until he found your clit and started rubbing it. “Oh my god JJ” you moaned into his ear, hearing you moan his name was music to his ears. JJ slid down your body until you could feel his breath over your core. He slid your thong down your legs and tossed them to the ground. His mouth find his way to your dripping core while he slowly licked his tongue through your folds, sucking on your clit. You clenched your fist into the sheets, “God JJ, that feels amazing” you moaned and your eyes rolling back, he slowly worked his finger into you pumping in and out hitting your g-spot every time, he slid another finger in and you were in euphoria. But JJ didn’t want you to cum on his fingers, he wanted you to cum on his dick. So he pulled out and dragged his tongue one last time through your folds and made his way back up to your mouth.

“JJ, please, I need you, I need to feel you” you begged him. JJ wanted to give you anything he wanted. “I will give you anything you want baby girl, just ask for it” he moaned in your ear, laying sloppy kisses on your neck. I want you to fuck me JJ, please” you begged him again. That was enough for JJ, he slid his jocks down his legs and his member popped out and slapped his stomach, he was so hard for you and you loved the effect you had on him, because it was the same effect you had on him. JJ teased your entrance with his tip and he was already dripping with pre-cum and you loved it. He looked into your eyes almost if waiting for approval and you bit your lip and nodded and with that he slowly slid into you giving you time to adjust to him, you let out a small moan and gripped your nails into his back, “Oh fuck Y~/N, you feel so good, so tight for me” he moaned in your ear, he was going at very slow thrusts and you needed more. ‘’JJ, as nice as this is, I need you to fuck me, harder” you said to him, and your eyes had darkened. JJ smiled a cheeky smile and sent a hard thrust into you, hitting the right spot, you cried out his name. He kept going, thrust after thrust until the whole room was filled with moans and panting. You were close to the edge and so was JJ, “Cum for me baby” he whispered to you and you obliged, your toes curled and you tightened around him and that was enough to send JJ into his orgasm. “Oh fuck” with that you both came down from your highs, both getting your ends off. He fell down next to you and immediately pulled you into his chest so your back was against him and you two just lay there panting but enjoying every moment. He kissed the back of your neck and you smiled, “Y/N, that was amazing” he said you turned to look at him “It was, how about we do it again tomorrow” you asked smiling and JJ smiled and kissed you, you turned back around and the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

You woke up the next morning and JJ was fast asleep next to you, you looked at him with such awe. He stirred awake and caught you staring. “What are you looking at cutie” he asked with the biggest smile, “Nothing, just admiring is all. Oh by the way, I need to go to the pharmacy and get plan B. If you wouldn’t mind coming with me” you asked him and he nodded, and with that you two made coffee, took a shower, got dressed and headed off.

You walked into the pharmacy and made your way to the back to one of the pharmacists, JJ holding your hand the whole way. “Hi, uhm, was just wondering if I could get plan B” you asked her, she gave you a strange look but proceeded to ask you a whole bunch of questions before she could give it to you, “Here we go, take it as soon as possible” she insisted, you nodded “Thank you, have a great day further” you said to her and then walked to pay. You got to the counter to pay but JJ offered to pay “Let me pay considering it is my doing” he whispered and you giggled.

He paid and you two left but as you got outside JJ pulled you into a kiss, “You are so special Y/N, how did I get this lucky” he said smiling, “Slow down the Maybank, let’s take this slow” you said, and you knew you still had unfinished business with Rafe but now there was JJ. What are you supposed to do.

Someone cleared their throat behind you and you turned around and were met with the eyes of the one person you did not want to see, Rafe. He took one look at you holding JJ’s and in the other hand you were holding plan B and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to put it together, you two had sex and Rafe broke inside. “Y/N, what the fuck is going on” he questioned, but he wasn’t angry he was hurt and you couldn’t even look at him.

to be continued..... JJ or Rafe?

#rafe #rafe outer banks #rafe imagine #rafe cameron #rafe x you #rafe x reader #rafe x y/n #rafe fanfiction #jj #jj outer banks #jj imagine #jj maybank #jj x you #jj x reader #jj x y/n

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judeslovaa · 1 year

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The boy is mine

about: when theres 2 girls 1 Jude u need to take him

authors note: Hi

You always used to see your brothers friend playing fifa in ur brothers room, and one day something happened u fell in love and realized he had a girl but u the queen so u made him love u only!

Your brother was 19 you was 18 but as said "age aint nun but a number." Jude always visited and one day he went into ur room thinking it was your brothers and u feel the strong love.

Jude walked in on me doing my make up. -Sorry for bothering.

- its ok, its not like im busy.

-oh good, u up for a talk or something?

-yeah, tell me

-it's my girl, she's been acting weird flirting with other guys and i don't know what to do so i need advice, i mean, shes being a bitch.

my heart sank hearing the words "my girl" without thinkin i said

-dump her, she ai'nt worth you get a loving girl that cares abt you.

-i mean you're the only girl like that and yk Kay would be so mad.

-yeah, he's a bull to my boy.

-your boy?

he looked sad at me so i had to say jk, gez he wasn't happy today.

-just kidding he chased him away long ago.

-yk u cute for a donkeys sister.

"JUDE U COMMIN?" Kay screamed. "YEAH WAIT" before leaving he kissed me. WTF JUDE, Kay stood there speechless. She's my sister plus your with Leah, he snapped a pic at us and sent it to Judes girl you'd told him to dump. That's the last time Jude visited.

The next morning there was a note on my bed. You opened it and it said "Dear Y/N, you might not know it but i love you really much, -Jobe"

I jumped off my bed to see if he was ouside the window and there he was, Why are you here at 05:36 in the morning weirdo, he climed into my room from the window and we sat on my bed, you know Jobe you're a year younger and i dont fw that sorry. Well Jude told me about you 2 and this note was from Jude but i sent it so i wrote my name. So he told u everything. Everythin by detail tbf. Ok wait for me here, You went into the closet got dressed put on perfume and walked out to Jobe. When i'm done with my make-up you're taking me to Jude and we gon discuss. As he was watchin your TV you got done, You went straight to Jude only to see Leah opening the door. Om come in are u together with lil Jobe? No i'm 18 he'a 17 i'm here for Jude. Oh that idiot, he just broke up with me anyways bye, she left and i ran to Jude. YOU BROKE UP? Yeah i like someone else. WHO? You, there was a moment of silence till you hugged him. He hugged u back, tighter that skinny jeans. And so we started dating.

Happy fucking ending bitches

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jb22 #jb #22 #jude bellingham 22

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fluffypotatey · 11 months

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hi, i'm late for the wip thing (grr busy, unfortunately) but can u tell about the 11 to 20, please? 🥹

hooooo boy you sure you wanna open that can of worms, deary 👀

i mean, I’m totally sharing just…it’s gonna take some time 😅

*coughs* sO

11. Yassifying Chick Flicks: Neither the First Nor the Last

happy pride 💅

As the title says, nothing about this story is hetero it is all homo. it’s a trope subversion on le old teen high school Chick Flicks. literally, the character’s initials tells you what their roles are (MC = main character, LI =love interest, RH = red herring, TBF = toxic best friend)

Can be interpreted as a character study on teen girls and internalized misogyny tho and i fully intend to expand on it.

12. Sunglasses Quiz

ok so this is just a cute little story of these two girlfriends who are trying to buy sunglasses, and you know how some have it where you take a quiz?

yeah, so these girlies are trying to take the quiz and end up getting……ahem, distracted 👀

anyway, the little description i write for this was “i was feeling sappy so i wrote some sappy queer love” so 🏳️‍🌈 happy pride🏳️‍🌈

“As a renowned researcher yourself,” Laura exclaimed, ignoring Pen’s comment, “it is shameful”— Pen rolled her eyes— “you, who have published many scholarly works into the world, should know better!”

Pen would have definitely shoved her girlfriend. She definitely would have if it were not for that sweet, “innocent” smile on Laura’s face. That’s what she tells herself anyway.

13. Witch boy

Repeating myself -> “LISTEN: i know this one also complete when you go to Ao3, but that's just because the 3rd part is being fucking slOW, so i said "fuck it ends nice at ch2 anyway," but i do want to add more. but yeah, to summarize: fic was inspired by a Halloween fanart i saw and i just ran with it.”

basically, it’s a modern au of bbc’s merlin but there seems to be magic leaking into “our” world every Halloween. and our lovely band of misfits (Merlin, Arthur, Gwen, Morgana, Lancelot, Gwaine, Elyan, Percival, and Leon) have taken it upon themselves to put a stop to it every Halloween. Also, slow burn romance between Merlin and Arthur bc i can never help myself. the 3rd installment is still in the works T^T but I do want to complete this one day. but yeah, here’s a snippet:

14:27 HighPriestessofthemStilletos: ARTHUR ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE L'Oréal Hair: oop arthur’s in trouble!!!HoodieReigns: oh good so he’s not just doing this to me AngelQueen: He didn't even pick-up when you called? HighPriestessofthemStilletos: @HighKing_Wart I WILL BLOW UP YOUR PHONE HighPriestessofthemStilletos: DON’T TEST ME HoodieReigns: it seems he did not, in fact, pick-up when she called gwen

14. Emrys Shrine

this one is essentially a continuation of the Shrine of Emrys fic I wrote months ago but it is still in the works. Here we have Percival’s pov of the aftermath of the fic

Percival often wondered if Merlin was like him. Someone who had lived in the Druid camps as a child, but then he heard Arthur tell the tale of Merlin’s home Ealdor and his kind-hearted mother. He even met her sometime after Arthur had secured his throne from Morgana once again, and she had explained how the village has been her home since birth, how she spent her days living in it, how she had raised her darling boy in this place before he left for Camelot.

15. Lucky’s Timeline @ Beacon Hills

SUPER, SUper self indulgent fic where i insert my OCs, Lucy and Nick, into the teen wolf universe and how they interact with it. for example:

“But this is Coach’s car,” McCall said with a frown. “Is it?” Nick replied nonchalantly as he twirled the keys in his free hand, unlocking the car doors.

16. THE everchanging STORYLINE

ahaha…. so i named it that bc i’ve been writing this one for 2 years and almost every month i would change the plot. which meant i needed to reorganize the chapter list and where which scene went 🙄 (i am my own bane) this still happens and it’s been 3 years now T^T

anyway, this wip is my dc/batfam wip, aka the origins of Lucy and Nick lol. plot’s a nonchronological mystery with switching pics to outsider, minor characters, and Nick

17. Lucy Elliot: She Be Descending

literally just the previous but if Lucy was adopted by an abusive douchebag (douchebag being Thomas Elliot) and if she had a corruption arc (ngl i like corruption arc Lucy more she’s unhinged). assassin instead of vigilante and self-made leader of underground elites who “run” Gotham (killed the previous one and he was so impressed by her underhanded moves he placed her in his will instead of his son lmao)

anyway, snippet of Lucy and her (future ex) husband:

“Why darling”— she let out a scandalized gasp— “do you really think I would stray from you?” He merely gazed at her, eyes blank and cold. Lucy stared back, not one to be challenged. She knew he was just riling her up. Not that she was surprised in the slightest of his behavior. Lucy knew this was because of his alleged rivalry with a dear friend of hers. A dear friend whose father was the host of this gala. The gala said dear friend was said to be attending. “I would never doubt a woman who gave me a solemn vow.”

18. Mob Boss Lucy, Basically

remember what i wrote for 17? now let’s shift it to the right again! it’s me taking plot from 16 & 17 and trying to give Nick and Lucy an original story. Lucy still becomes a self-made mob boss but there’s no Gotham, no vigilantes.

the story here is that Lucy and Nick are building their power whilst evading the law and destroying any evidence that would lead to them bc their being hunted by a detective (who’s also Lucy’s childhood friend) and a private investigator

19. Dandelions

explained here

20. not really a sequel but it happens after

so this one is a continuation/sequel to 16. Lucy and Nick are happily married and adopted a really sweet kid (Caleb) but— oh no! horrible mercenaries attack Lucy and Caleb on their walk to the park! It leaves Lucy in critical condition and caused a magical outburst from Caleb and— whoops, there’s now a rift in time and space 🤷🏻‍♀️

i don’t really have much written and it’s self indulgent anyway so yeah

AND THERE YOU GO 🎉 phew that took me a bit but it was fun talking about them so thanks for the ask @thiamsxbitch 💕💕💕💕💕

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would love to see a drabble for “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

LOVE this one tbh anon nkdfgkld hope you don’t mind that I took a little bit of a supernatural angle with this one to fit the prompt and because I wanted to tbf dklfjglkfd 😂🥰💖

(38) “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Beca frowned softly as her eyelids fluttered open, a soft groan leaving her lips as her head throbbed sharply. What the hell?

“What- what happened?” She mumbled, looking up to find Chloe looking down at her, amusement and concern in her features as Beca realised she had her arms around her.

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Chloe grinned, Beca blushing furiously as bit her lip, easing herself into an upright position as she swallowed hard.

“I- that was weird, I didn’t...” Beca ran her hand through her hair, “I don’t remember feeling light headed, I just... passed out I guess.”

“You want us to take you to the hospital?” Chloe frowned softly, brushing Beca’s hair from her eyes.

“N-no...” The action made Beca’s head feel a little fuzzy as she blushed again, “No I’m good. I didn’t have breakfast, I’ve only had coffee today... it’s fine, I’m fine.”

“You should eat properly before practice Beca...” Chloe sighed softly, helping her to her feet. Her eyes seemed to burn into her more intensely than usual as Beca shuffled a little, swallowing hard.

“I will.” Beca mumbled, her head feeling fuzzy again.

“Promise?”

“I promise...”

Chloe beamed at her before walking away to talk to Aubrey about something, Beca shaking her head a little as she tried to clear the fuzzy feeling from it. What the hell was the matter with her? Sure, she was habouring a hugely unhealthy crush on Chloe (on both of her acapella captains actually, but Beca could only deal with one lot of these feelings at once), but it never left her feeling... fuzzy before. Maybe it was the flu, maybe she was overcaffeinated, it wasn’t a big deal.

Beca went back to Bellas rehearsal without further incident, putting the whole thing right out of her head at Chloe’s very wise suggestion. The rest of her day had been completely normal, she’d gone to her afternoon classes, taken a shower, worked on her mixes. So why was she suddenly stood outside the door of Chloe and Aubrey’s apartment? And how the hell had she gotten here?

“Becs!” Chloe opened the door, beaming as she looked at her, “I’m so glad you’re here!”

Had Beca knocked? She didn’t remember knocking...

“Come in!” Chloe stepped backwards to make room for Beca to come in, Beca’s feet seeming to carry her of her own accord into the apartment.

“I uh... I don’t... I don’t know why I’m here.” Beca mumbled, the fuzzy feeling returning to her head.

“It’s okay.” Aubrey smiled at her from where she was sat on the sofa, wine glass in hand, “We do.”

Beca felt Chloe’s hands brush over her arms as they gently moved to her shoulders, sliding her jacket off in one fluid motion. Beca simply stood in the middle of their living room, shaking a little as she looked between the two women whose gazes were burning into her. She wasn’t sure what was happening, why she was suddenly stood in the living room of the two women she was crushing hopelessly on, why they were looking at her like that, or why her head felt so damn fuzzy, but she did know that she didn’t hate it... she was confused, a little scared of the unknown, but she wasn’t against whatever this was.

“I told you she’d come.” Chloe hummed, her fingers still ghosting up and down Beca’s arms as Beca leant back into her a little, “You thought she wouldn’t come but she did!”

“I know.” Aubrey grinned, “And I’m very glad she did. This might be the first time I’m glad to be wrong.”

Aubrey got gracefully off the couch, walking slowly over to Beca whose head had lolled back a little to rest just above Chloe’s shoulder. Her fingers slid down Beca’s throat, Beca’s breath hitching as she did and causing Aubrey to smirk a little.

“Wha- what’s happening to me?” Beca mumbled, feeling fuzzier and heavier as her two captains moved closer to her.

“Nothing you don’t want.” Chloe’s lips brushed over the top of her ear, causing Beca to whimper a little, “We know what you’ve been thinking about us, what your little brain thinks when one of us bends over or stretches...”

Beca flushed crimson as Aubrey’s hands settled on her waist, “I- I- how?”

“You’re not as subtle as you think...” Aubrey chuckled, hand sliding around Beca’s back to rest just above her ass, “You stare a lot. But we’re also skilled in particular... abilities that other people aren’t.”

“We just want to help you realise your lustful thoughts.” Chloe grinned as the act of Aubrey caressing her ass through the fabric of her jeans caused Beca to moan a little, “So I gave you a little... helping hand at practice today.”

“What... what are you?” Beca swallowed against the lump in her throat as Aubrey’s hand squeezed a little, Chloe fingers tangling into the back of her hair.

“Do you want a succubus is Beca?” Aubrey tilted her head as she watched Beca closely.

“Um... yeah.” Beca nodded slowly, feeling the fuzziness clear a little as Aubrey’s eyes burned into her intently, “Does... does that mean you’re going to kill me?”

“No.” Chloe shook her head, features creasing into a frown, “That would such a waste Becs... we just want you Beca, want you to let down your walls and accept how you feel about us.”

“And if all goes well...” Aubrey brushed Beca’s hair from her eyes, “We’d want you for a pet. You’d want for nothing, you’d be cared for and loved like the most precious thing in the world because you are. You would be ours Beca, whatever you wanted you could have, a career, a house all of your own, anything you could ever want, and all you’d have to give in return would be yourself to us, forever.”

“I...” Beca bit her lip a little as she felt her brain grow clearer, realising that whatever it was they were doing to her mind was being reversed so she could clearly understand what they wanted to do, so she could make a coherent decision, “Can we just... take tonight? I- I don’t know about the future...”

“Of course.” Chloe pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, “We don’t expect a huge decision tonight Becs.”

“The- the fuzziness...” Beca’s eyes fluttered open a little, “Why- why does it feel so good?”

“Because you don’t have to be in control anymore.” Aubrey caressed Beca’s cheek, “All your worries melt away under it, all your hang ups and your anxieties just disappear. It’s quite liberating really.”

“I like it...” Beca whimpered a little, “Can you make it come back?”

“Yes love.” Aubrey chuckled, watching as Beca sagged a little again, her eyes clouding once more, “Is that better?”

“Yes...” Beca sighed as her head rested on Chloe’s shoulder, “Take me.”

“All in good time.” Chloe giggled, hands sweeping down her arms to brush the very edges of Beca’s breasts, “We have all night...”

#pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfic #pitch perfect edit #triple treble #beca mitchell #chloe beale #aubrey posen #fanfiction #my fic #anon #ask meme things #drabble: triple treble #31doa: day two #31 days angst challenge

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outrunningthedark · 2 years

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Tbf he’s been generally silent in this hiatus except some mandatory posts about his wife. But yeah I already expected Eddie to be sidelined again in S6🙄

"mandatory posts about his wife" 😂 Gotta remind the people that they're still going strong! 💪 (Couples who continuously post about how ~happy~ they are will always get a side-eye from me, idc. #relationshipgoals until you realize it was all a façade because instagram isn't for the miserable.) IA with your assumption about s6, at least to start. We *did* get half of s4 and almost all of s5 to witness Eddie's various struggles, even though the scenes were short and not executed the way fans would have liked (his hesitance to date again -> wanting to help Charlie -> getting shot -> relationship angst -> hostage situation -> unaddressed trauma -> leaving the 118 -> therapy arc -> dispatch fire -> making amends with his dad -> return to firefighting), so I am prepared for Eddie to take on more of a supporting role while another character receives their moment in the spotlight. If we're about to witness a Buck arc that has nothing to do with his relationship status, I expect Eddie to (once again) be a source of support, and those interactions COULD bring us to canon!Buddie - or very close to it - by the end of the season. Though the door has been left open for a Diaz parents appearance, I don't think they'll be showing up *this* season unless it's related to Christopher (maybe he gets his own storyline for one episode?) or Eddie invites them so they can learn about his "new life" with Buck (this, ofc, would require Buddie going canon before the season finale, but I won't put money on that). And just because I know there are curious minds out there - let the sexuality arc go. If it wasn't so much as alluded to when Eddie was in therapy/back home, there's probably no plans for him to have a "crisis" about it all these months later. We'll find out Eddie's not straight in one of two ways: 1. He makes an "innocent" comment that takes the person he's talking to by surprise (and the audience, obv) 2. When he tells Buck how he really feels

#anonymous #tina speaks

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sucuretcannelle · 1 year

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I'm not opening my inbox yet, it's probably gonna be closed for the rest of the week booo I know whatever but I just wanted to talk about how my day's been in hopes that it makes someone feel less shitty about how their day has been

Starting from the most recent tragedy to this morning because holy fuck

^ whatever the fuck that means 💀

I just got lifted up by the winds that are going THIRTY MILES PER HOUR. I was holding two heavy ass bins when it happened too and I turned into fucking superman for a minute. Then my trashcan got blown away

I bled through my pants. Tbf I was getting some heavy ass pms symptoms but for some reason my dumbass didn't gear up. My uterus has also decided to play twister, I hope it's having fun 💀

I plated my food, excited to finally eat for once today and I thought the food I was picking up was chicken but it was actually fish. I then threw up 5 minutes later—

I was trying to cross the street but the crossing lady let the girl before me cross, made like 50 cars cross, watched me shiver for like a good 5 minutes before letting me go

I basically knocked out in the middle of health class because I stopped breathing and woke up to the sound of a lady screaming and then a baby screaming

My leg broke down in the hallway. Like it deactivated. I folded like a lawn chair

Me and 4 other friends turned in the same exact assignment but we all got different scores, mine being the lowest

My friend gave me a hug because "I looked sad" and I wasn't too sad, just extremely nervous, and then I realized he hasn't hugged me in like a year and then I started sobbing I'm convinced I'm not real

I was really noise sensitive and my stupid math teacher (jk I love him but not today) started loudly shuffling playing cards I was about to strangle him

I got a lower grade on a test that I ALREADY TOOK 3 WEEKS AGO

I left in the middle of history class to go throw up because I was nervous and someone knocked on the stall door and said "can you stop throwing up I'm trying to make a TikTok"

I tripped on the way up the school steps because a notification scared this shit out of me (this happens at least twice a day but the fact that I tripped and everyone saw me 😭)

Anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk and I hope this is just a little funny

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fractallogic · 2 years

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Feeling kind of crappy and I know it’s because of the immune response and sore arms from getting two vaccines at once and having a chomped-upon finger and being stressed and probably also because of the KFC-induced heartburn but like. CMON.

Also I kind of want to blame the blah-ness of today on my nightmare last night (which tbf kinda freaked me out when it was still dark and I woke up from it, and also still weighed on me in the morning so I spent extra time sleeping and comforting myself on my phone, so it really did make a very slow start to the day), because that’s what happens when I die in a dream, which is BELOW because EVERYONE loves to read about other people’s dreams (and I’m on mobile, so no cuts) (sorry not really sorry, I think j and k still work to skip to the next/previous post)

It started off as a department potluck (like a prospie party, but also some kind of celebration for a small seminar class?) and got going when one of the dude profs goes “hey who wants to go to [restaurant I can’t remember the dream name of]?? Dinner’s on me!” and for some reason when I decide to go he takes me aside and is like “just so you know it’s all like, hunted meat, like game and stuff” and I’m like yeah that’s fine, I really like venison and rabbit and elk and stuff, and he’s like “okay great! Also don’t forget to bundle up; it’s very cold.” And I’m like well I was going to anyway (but I can’t find my HEAVIEST coat, which I thought in the dream was fine because my irl winter coat is warm enough, but man, if the RUSSIAN prof is saying that, he fuckin KNOWS about winter), so …yeah?

A bunch of us go for a walk and in dream fashion we arrive at this restaurant, which is kind of shabby, dark, poorly lit mainly with lanterns and very dim lights, and was not only previously in an old house, but also still very much decorated like an old house that oop—happened to have a long table set with questionable-looking meat and side dishes with flies around them. I was like well. fine. I guess I’m glad I already ate at the potluck because… this game was hunted and then apparently not refrigerated. Russian prof is like “oh yeah let me take you on a tour! But stay close, it’s a weird place.”

Turns out what he means by that is that the house exists in several different dimensions and when you go through a door once, it leads one place, and when you go through the same (or identical-looking!) door, you could also very well go in another direction. At this point I’m feeling very perturbed, but I keep following the group and stay close to the prof because he clearly knows where he’s going. Everyone is silent.

At some point we come across a guy with long shaggy blonde hair, who alternates between looking like the townie I had a huge crush on in college (and also a very mutual and enthusiastic fwb thing) and the blonde guy specifically in his first-season character in American horror story. I am delighted and am like “hey!! You live here?! Why haven’t I seen you around?!” And he’s just like “eh, you know me, I hang out at night, like always.”

In dream time it’s been a truly bananas amount of time to be “gone for dinner”, which I recognize and absolutely do not care about because I’m chatting with everyone and have lost track of most of the group except for blonde guy and maybe four other people. At some point I go “wait where’s Russian prof??” And someone opens a door and is like see? He’s at the dinner table, he’s fine. And indeed, he’s eating, chatting with some people I don’t know, looks like he’s having a great time. I had been starting to feel edgy and still don’t feel awesome, but calm down a little.

Another few dream hours pass and I’m like listen, it’s day out, I definitely have to get home and take care of the cat—also why don’t I feel hungry? And blonde guy has left, and the other people in the group are like oh yeah huh, we should probably leave. They’re talking about splitting up to find a way out, which I do NOT like. I stay with the larger part of the group, which is a couple other people and me. We have a well-put-together dream montage of us going up and down stairs, opening doors, crossing some water at some point, going through backyard and stuff, and we never seem to get back to the front of the house. I DO NOT LIKE THIS. There seems to be blood on the walls and the house gets dirtier and dingier as we keep going.

Eventually we get to the front room, where the food still looks intact, like no one ate it, but is definitely rotting. Blonde guy, breathless, runs up to us and asks us what we’re doing. We’re leaving, we say. He’s like, well, that’s not going to happen. But listen, follow me.

He takes us to the backyard, which is shaded by HUGE trees. He does something that makes us realize that he himself can’t leave, and he gets hurt pretty badly if he tries to go out of the shade. I joke and ask him if he’s a vampire. Not quite, he says, but it’s not all that far off.

Time passes; the other two or three people in the group are gone, and it’s just me and the blonde boy. I’m resigned to it somehow and am like okay, so it’s us now?? I have some clothes back at the potluck house, so can I have them here? And he’s like oh yeah, you should hang them up. And suddenly I have a bag with six shirts and three pairs of jeans, and one of the trees has actually been fashioned into a closet. The catch is that I have to pass slightly out of the shade to get the clothes. I do this without thinking, but notice that I get very tanned, kind of like the skin on a rotisserie chicken.

Blonde boy looks angry. He hangs up all my clothes for me silently and brusquely. I ask him what’s going on, and he’s like “I told him not to fucking do this, you’re not supposed to be here”, and I’m like wait, what do you mean, are you mad at me?? And he’s like “no, not at you, I’m mad at him, I can’t believe he just brought you here and didn’t tell you. You need to follow me right now.” The dream sense tells me that Russian prof is watching and is Not Happy that he’s been found out.

Blonde boy tells me to trust him, even if it seems strange. He walks very quickly in a straight line, backyard to what would be a front door if the house were a normal house. I follow him, trying not to get left behind. I notice I’m going faster and faster, just like he is, but not out of breath. I also notice that we’re walking through mesh that starts out chain-link-fence-sized and gets smaller with every iteration, and I’m cartoonishly chopped into cubes by the mesh that imperfectly reform as I keep walking (and also dream-sensibly know that blonde boy isn’t being chopped into cubes). He tells me “one more, that’s it”, I feel Russian prof closing in behind me, I walk through colander-sized mesh, I hear blonde boy say “oh shit”.

I realize that this was the last one for me, whatever way the blonde boy meant (dream-sense told me that it was basically like a screen door exiting the house—if I got through it, I was free), because I wasn’t reforming. I was instead sort of a mass of goo free-falling through a long hole and realized that this was death, and could also feel a parting between my physical self and my consciousness. I landed at the bottom of the abyss, just for a second, and could feel the parting of my soul and body. I could only feel the body after that, but it was completely limp, relaxed, and the last sensation I had was sheer contentment and peace. I noticed the weight in my limbs and zoomed out to a third-person view, where I could see a sort of pixelated pile of like, red top half (shirt) and blue bottom half (jeans) and some skin-colored parts. I stayed in that third person view for a few seconds/minutes(?) of complete silence and stillness, and then I woke up.

So it was WEIRD while it was happening, to go from terror to suddenly a release and peacefulness and “oh okay I’m dying” to like… “yeah there’s just nothing, just a container, a broken body”. While it was happening, I really remembered and felt the sudden peace and relaxation and silence, but when I woke up, all I could feel was the mounting terror and sense of doom. I was able to get back to sleep by remembering the peace and contentment, but that impending doom stayed with me for hours after I finally actually did wake up.

I have very mixed feelings about it, because usually the interpretation is that you’re feeling like there’s a huge and inevitable change coming, and in this case, I probably feel okay about it, but also CAN I PLEASE STOP DYING IN MY DREAMS??? The other time I died and it felt this real was when I was sixteen, and it was so vivid that I ended up writing a novella based on it for my creative writing classes. It was terrifying and I was being killed by my abusive bf.

But also maybe it’s me just mentally preparing myself for my mom’s death. I imagine that it will, in fact, feel like a sudden feeling of contentment and peace and departure from anything negative she’s feeling. While I was falling down the abyss, I realized death wasn’t something to be afraid of, just that it was a sudden absence of everything else around you, and it could be very pleasant. It was a relief after the uncertainty, anxiety, and terror I was feeling leading up to it.

At least it aligns with how I feel about death in my conscious mind. There aren’t really any surprises there, except for how my subconscious just decided to fucking demonstrate it for me.

NOT FEELING TOO KEEN ON GOING TO SLEEP TONIGHT. In case you were wondering.

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the-final-sif · 2 years

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By the way, whenever someone asks for Ponk and Dream interaction, it's always the same person, it's always me. I'm very starved and your aus are the only food I've had in years

Tbf based on tags I have an idea of who you are, and I don't mind supplying the c!Ponk and c!Dream interact.

Extra tidbit:

c!Ponk post c!Dream-remembering-how-to-not-be-a-feral-ender-dragon is a bit sad about losing his dragon friend. But he understood it wasn't going to last forever. Still, Ponk keeps a stock of fresh fruit easily accessible for anyone stopping by, and if he sometimes sees someone keeping an eye on him from the shadows or an extra set of potions show up at his doorstep, well that could be anyone.

There's an understanding between him and Dream that it's safest to keep their distance. The rest of the server basically accepts that Ponk's friendship with Dragon Dream was simply a matter of possession of fruit. Nothing deeper that needs to be examined. Nothing that needs to be held against Ponk in the long term. That's the easiest answer.

But then Ponk is out adventuring and does something stupid. He takes a nasty fall and hurts his leg, damages his flesh arm, and is generally pretty busted up. It wouldn't be such a big deal, but he's far from the main SMP, nightfall is coming, and he's got no shelter. Sure, it probably won't be a canon death, but is sure going to be a miserable night. c!Foolish is on the other side of the SMP and he's asleep by now.

So, out of desperation and knowing he's up towards the arctic anyways, Ponk sends a message to an old friend.

There's no reply. No evidence. But after less then half an hour, there's a familiar beat of wings. Quieter now. Purposeful.

Ponk closes his eyes in relief as big, delicate talons scoop him up out of the ravine he fell into. It's awkward for the Dragon to half-fly half-clamber out while holding him, but Dream manages all the same.

Once they're out, there's a healing potion wrapped up in a leather pouch with toothmarks being carefully dropped into his hand. Ponk takes it and it works wonders, stitching up most of the damage but leaving him exhausted. The Dragon won't let him sleep just yet, prodding him until he climbs up onto it's back.

They don't fly- Dream is still too small for that. Ponk isn't sure if he's just always going to be small or if he still has some growing to do. Instinct says it's the latter. Ponk wonders if Dream might take him flying one day, if he gets big enough? He's not sure. He's not sure if either of them will live that long.

For the time being, Dream races through the trees. Light on his feet despite being an entire dragon carrying a full person on his back. They aren't headed back to the main SMP. Almost certainly for the best, too many eyes there. The air grows cold, and Ponk finds himself grateful that Dream has decided to be warm. It's enough to ward off the chill in the air.

After they break the treeline into an open Tundra, it's not long before the Syndicate's cabins come into view. Ponk's never been particularly close with any of them, but he's never had a bone to pick either. When Dream skids into the settlement, landing lightly, Ranboo is the only one to open his door. Eyes purple, and a smile on his face. He sees Ponk after a moment, smile faltering before he looks to Dream.

Vroops and whoops are quickly exchanged between the two before Ranboo nods and moves to offer a hand, one that Ponk gladly takes. He's lead inside where it's warm and safe and there's a couch that looks just fine to spend the night on. Even though it doesn't appear like Ranboo is speaking English at the moment, Ponk offers his thanks anyways.

When Ponk looks outside, the dragon is gone. Footprints slowly being erased by the falling snow. Not a trace left behind of what happened, except for the memories. Sometimes it's better that way.

#c!ponk #c!dream #c!ranboo #ender dragon dream #dream smp #dsmp #sif speaks #sif answers #my headcanons #anonymous #sif writes

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soft-ramuda · 2 years

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“Sweet.”

uhhhh sooooo this ramuda week prompt list is by @/ramumemura on twt !! so shoutout to them for providing this amazing prompt list for such an amazing character !! give them a follow too !!

this is my first time posting here and i spent a good amount of time lurking in the ramuda amemura x reader tag and there is great lacking for oneshots about my number one boi so uhhh have this !!

this might suck as i haven't properly written anything in two years but i tried my best OTL have fun and enjoy tbf this was really fun to write and i love ramuda so much he deserves the world omg

lowercase intended !! idk how tumblr formatting works since i am very unfamiliar with it so uhhh apologies >< im also on mobile so double apologies ><

words: 1,043 <333

sunmary:

do you still want to taste the icing, y/n?”

you nodded then he pressed his lips to yours. the kiss lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away. an unprecedented whine left your lips which only caused him to chuckle.

“it tastes sweet, doesn't it, bunny?”

••••

eggs? check!

flour? check!

baking powder? check!

everything else that was needed to make cupcakes that ramuda couldn't list on the top of his mind? triple check check check!

ramuda stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth as he tied his bangs up to prevent them from being a distraction. after that, he grabbed a pretty pastel pink apron that had shibuya's cutest baker embroidered on it in different brightly coloured letters. he stood by the kitchen counter, happily waiting your return as you promised to bake cupcakes with him as an early birthday celebration. he stared at the door of his apartment, bouncing up and down on the soles of his feet, as if he was an excited puppy waiting for his owner's return.

a few minutes later, the door opened and ramuda's imaginary puppy ears and tail perked up and wagged respectively.

“y/n–nee!” he exclaimed, running over to tackle you in a hug.

“ramu–chan!” you steadied yourself because you almost fell over when he suddenly threw all of his weight on you. “as adorable as you are, please don't scare me like that. i haven't even properly entered the apartment.”

his response was a giggle and to snuggle his face deeper in your chest, holding you closer to him. you rolled your eyes playfully yet you couldn't help but smile at the affection you received from your boyfriend. you placed your hand on his head and gave his hair a ruffle, appreciating the warmth he gave off. it was surely needed after a tiring day.

he looked up at you with sad puppy dog eyes and an exaggerated pout on his lips. “but you promised,” he whined like a child, exaggerating his tone on the last syllable of ‘promised’, “you said we'd bake cupcakes so i prepared!”

you rolled your eyes, trying your best to remove his arms around your torso (to no avail, by the way). you gave up after a few struggles because his grip was strong.

“i never said we'd never bake!”

“but you took so long!”

you laughed at the way he stomped his foot while still looking up at you with a fake glare. he huffed, turning up his nose, and looking away at you to cement the fact that yes, he was ‘mad ’ at you. he showed no signs of letting you go. with the way he acted, you couldn't believe he was gonna be 25 in a few days.

“alright, alright.” you raised your hands in faux defeat. “i'm sorry i had to work today. let go of me so i can change and we can get started.”

his imaginary tail wagged as he smiled, letting go of you, raising his arms in victory. he stood behind you and began pushing you in and towards the room you two shared.

“hurry up, y/n–nee!”

“be patient!”

“no! i already waited all day!”

••••

usually, when you baked on your own, it would be swift, clean, and easy. usually you'd be done within an hour — preparation and other stuff already thrown in there. but when ramuda was in the picture… oh boy.

it basically took you two almost two hours to finish up because of all the distractions (kissing, flirting, throwing ingredients at each other's faces, all that stuff). flour wasn't only on the countertop like it should be when things get a bit messy but also on the floor, on the kitchen walls, in the sink … honestly it was everywhere in the kitchen. the mess due to a certain someone initiating a flour fight and of course, you wouldn't say no to an ongoing war so you had to fight along.

that was the only mess that you permitted because cleaning up would be a pain in the ass and ramuda would use his birthday as an excuse to get out of cleaning. so far, besides the two of you being covered in flour, sugar, and egg shells, everything went by smoothly and ramuda was the best (but also the worst) assistant there could be.

you took a breath of relief as you pushed the cupcake tray into the oven. you turned the oven on, set an alarm on your phone, and walked over to ramuda who was busy mixing the sweet lemon flavoured icing. he picked that flavour because yellow for fp, bunny !

you leaned on the countertop, looked at his face, and smiled. his tongue stuck out at the side of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed in concentration– you couldn't help but think he was adorable … and handsome.

‘i want to kiss him right now.’

when he noticed you were looking at him, he winked and gave you a side smile. he chuckled, breaking you out of your trance.

“like what you're seeing, bunny?” he said, his voice lower than usual.

you became red and buried your face in his shoulder. he giggled and leaned his head against yours.

“taste the icing if it's alright, y/n!” he said excitedly, his voice back to normal before moving his shoulder so you'll stop leaning on him (rude). but before you could react, he dipped his finger in the mix and booped your nose, leaving the icing there.

you twitched your nose and tried to reach it with your tongue. ramuda watched amused as you tried. you both laughed after multiple failed attempts. eventually you gave up and tried to wipe away the icing on your nose. but before you could, ramuda grabbed your hand, twirled you, then he placed his hand on your hips. your faces centimetres apart. he had a smirk on his lips as you blushed redder. he licked your nose, removing all the icing before he hummed.

“do you still want to taste the icing, y/n?” he asked the same deep voice as earlier, tongue stuck out teasingly. he leaned in closer, his lips almost touching yours.

you nodded. before you could process anything, he pressed his lips to yours. you kissed back, your hands going to the collar of his dress shirt, pulling him closer— deeper. the kiss lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away. an unprecedented whine left your lips which only caused him to chuckle.

“it tastes sweet, doesn't it, bunny?

#ramuda week 2022 #hypmic imagines #hypmic x reader #hypmic #hypnosis mic #fling posse #ramuda x reader #ramuda amemura x reader #i love ramuda sm #adv happy bday ramu ramu <3 #ramuda amemura

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enthusiasticharry · 3 years

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Second Best

summary: you and Harry meet at a party, but he seems to take more interest in your sister than in you, and you won't be Second Best.

author’s note: bonjour mes chéris!! this is the first instalment of hannah being the history/french student she is and merging all three of her worlds and creating her own little fictional one. this is based off of lousia may alcott’s little women (one of may favourite books ever) but with my own little twist on it. this is set in the 1860′s during the civil war but i haven't made it too historical at all. i have done all of the translations myself and even though i'm semi-fluent i still make mistakes so if you spot any let me know. this is so long so i'll shut up now, thanks for all the support bye!! <3

word count: 16k of good old fashioned marriage talk (there’s a lot of it, its all they spoke about tbf??), fluff, angst and a lil’ smut. there is marriage and children at the end (woo, exciting!) not proofread because my eyes are already asleep.

masterlist | speak to me about second best here!

“Stand up straight, don’t slouch. You have a tendency to do so, and these people will not tolerate it.” You sister, Lizzie, says as she pushes her arm between yours, walking you towards the fancy house in front of the two of you, “Whatever you do, don’t speak about your art at all. Nobody can stop you once you’ve started. Do speak if you’re spoken too, and if you’re asked to dance, dance.”

You shake your head, “But I don’t want to dance.”

“You will dance.” Lizzie says again, squeezing your arm slightly, “You may find yourself a husband if you act proper enough.”

“I shouldn’t have to act proper just to find a husband, Lizzie.” You scoff, shaking your head, “If they don’t love me, oil paints and all, then I don’t want them. I don’t think I’ll ever find a husband.”

“Oh shush with you.” She says, tapping your arm slightly. It didn’t hurt, but it did cause your lips to part in shock, “How lovely would it be if father returned and you were married! It would make his life.”

“I think he’d have a heart attack.” You mutter, removing your arm from around hers as you stand outside of the door you were going to walk through in mere minutes, “I’m his little girl, you are also, Lizzie. If we were both to be married I’d think we’d kill him off.”

“You shouldn’t joke about that.”

“I’m not joking. I truly believe that would happen.” You deadpan.

She scoffs and slips her arm through yours this time, using her free hand to ring the bell. A man wearing one of the fanciest suits you’ve ever seen in your life opens the door, allowing the two of you to slip through. You help Lizzie remove her shawl, whilst she does the same to you. The man hangs them up amongst the array of other jackets. You lips part in shock at the sight of the house you were in, the first thing your eyes falling upon being the large staircase, with paintings littering the walls. For once, you were speechless, unable to control your excitement and want to gawk at the art upon the wall.

“Lizzie!” You gasp, gripping her arm tightly, “Look at the—”

“Don’t you dare say paintings!”

“Lizzie!” You groan again, pulling her arm so that she’s looking your direction, “Look at them.”

“I’m looking at them.” She lifts her eyes to look at the wall you were looking at, where the pieces hung with such grace and elegance, “They don’t seem too spectacular.”

A shocked gasp escapes your lips, “Take that back, Lizzie! They are beautiful!

“If you say so.”

She removes you from your awe of the paintings and pulls you towards the ballroom. There’s people everywhere, the most amount of people you think you’ve ever seen in your life. You watch as they mingle with glasses of Champagne in their hands, the expensive material of their dresses sparkling in the light from the chandelier. Men stood wooing the women before them, flicking their suit jackets and inviting them to dance. The dresses the women were wearing were something out of dreams. You weren’t the biggest fan of dresses, in fact, you lived in trousers around the house, but you couldn’t help feeling embarrassed about your tattered dress. You’ve had the dress for a year or so, and the holes and rips and anything else you’d manage to do to the material could be seen in the light even if you’d fixed it.

“Lizzie!” The call comes from somebody who you don’t recognise, but Elizabeth certainly did and before the syllables of her name could escape your lips, she’s gone. You watch as your sisters whisked away with the crowd, leaving you stood there with no clue as to what to do.

Gripping the material of your dress, you slip yourself to stand by one of the doorways, away from the hustle and bustle of everyone in the room, but close enough for you to be able to watch. Lizzie stands in the middle, just as she always is, with a group of people around her. She was always the centre of attention, the one that everyone loved — you included. You were only a few years younger than her, but you were the only siblings each of you had, so you were close. You had your disagreements, that was certain, but you always came back stronger. You weren’t shocked when you noticed her spinning around holding some man’s hand, dancing away with a smile on her face that always made your insides happy. If she was happy, you were happy.

“Not one for dancing?” You eyes almost bulge out of your head as you hear a voice next to you, a male one at that.

“Oh, um, not really.” You laugh, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I’m not a very good dancer. I don’t really like dancing, to be completely honest.”

“Everyone loves dancing.” The man says, and you’re able to get a good look at him. A black suit, with a crisp-white shirt sits upon his torso. His hair was a fluffy brown, a chestnut that you found yourself in awe of. His green eyes ones of masterpieces, better than any art you could ever see upon any wall in any gallery, “I believe you are just lying.”

“I am not.” You shake you head, “My sister told me that if anyone asked me to dance I must say yes, but I have decided that I mustn’t. I have two left feet and anyone who is to ever dance with me will regret it, I know of it.”

“I highly doubt that.” He shakes his head, sipping from the glass he had in his hand, “Your sister shouldn’t force you do dance either.”

“Oh.” You shake your head, “Lizzie isn’t forcing me to dance, she just wants the best for me. Dancing is how people meet.”

“It’s how we met.” He says after a few seconds.

You let out a small chuckle, running your tongue over your lips slightly, “Sir, pardon me, but I don’t even know your name.”

“Harry.” He smiles, “M’names Harry.”

“Oh!” You exclaim again, “Harry Styles! You’ve just moved in next door with your father! Mother saw you the other day.”

“You must be—”

“—YN YLN.” You hold your hand out for him to shake, immediately shaking your head and pulling it back, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Styles, Lizzie forgot to remind me to not shake hands. It’s not very ladylike, I know.”

“It’s perfectly okay.” He holds his hand out, and you bite your lip and shake it, “And please don’t call me Mr. Styles. I’m not my father. Call me Harry.”

“Harry.” The name slips from your lips, “I think Lizzie would die if she saw me talking to you.”

“If I may, would you show me Lizzie?” He asks and you nod.

You nod and turn back to the crowd, fluttering your eyes across all of the people in hopes to spot your sister. She was wearing red, the colour which suited her the most in your opinion, so she wasn’t too hard to spot. She was dancing in the middle of the room with a man with blonde hair, a suit similar to the one that Harry was wearing upon his body. She looked happy, and the sight caused a smile to flutter across your lips.

“She’s in the middle there.” You say, nodding your head in the girls direction, “The one in the red dress.”

You turn to look at Harry and once his eyes fall upon your sister, you can tell that the whole world stops around him. His lips part, his eyes widen and if you look closely you can see the reflection of the red dress in his eyes. You’re unsure how long he’s staring at her, but you’re staring at him for the exact same amount of time.

“It’s a. . .” He fumbles with his words after a few seconds, lifting his hands to scratch the back of his neck, “It’s a beautiful dress.”

“It is.” You agree, “Mother let her save up her allowance to buy the material. I should’ve done the same but I spent mine on paints.”

“You paint?” His raises his eyebrow, finally looking back at you.

You nod, “I love to.”

“Then you have every right to spend your money on paints.” He says, and you try to hide the heat that falls upon your cheeks, “You dress is perfectly swell

“It’s not beautiful though.”

“It’s swell, YN.” He reminds you again, “I’m sure you’ll get a beautiful dress at some point.”

Then you’ve lost him. You’re not surprised, though. Everyone prefers Lizzie to you, it’s just how it’s always been. You watch the back of him as he walks towards your sister, taking the world in his stride behind him as he does so. You watch as she courtesy’s for the man she has just danced with, and before Lizzie can go anywhere, she’s scooped up to dance with Harry. Maybe if you had bought the Emerald material your mother had wanted you to, Harry would be dancing with you right now instead of Lizzie. Maybe if you hadn’t been so against dancing in the first place he might’ve asked you to dance.

No, you wouldn’t stoop to that level for a man of all people. If Harry didn’t want to dance with you, ‘swell dress’ and all then you weren’t going to change yourself, no matter how much you wanted to, for a mere man.

“YN!” Lizzie delightful glee of your name came after their dance had died down. Lizzie came bouncing towards you, a just as bashful Harry following behind her, “Harry has offered to take us home in his carriage!”

“Now?” You ask, your heart hopeful that they’d both say yes.

Lizzie turns to look at Harry who shrugs his shoulders slightly, “If the two of you want to, we can.”

“Oh no.” Lizzie places her hand upon his shoulder, “We couldn’t dare take you away from the festivities. We will wait until you’re finished.”

“I’m ready to leave myself, Miss YLN.” He says to Lizzie, the same heat falling upon her cheeks as you had felt earlier.

“Please. Call me Lizzie.”

“Okay, Lizzie.” He grins, “I’ll just go fetch the carriage, see you by the front door?”

Lizzie nods, and you give him a small smile and watch as he walks towards the door. You try not to stare as he shrugs on his coat but it’s hard to, and you know that Lizzie is feeling the exact same way that you are.

“Oh YN.” She gushes, turning to you and placing her hands upon your shoulder, “He’s a perfect gentlemen.”

“Is that so?” You ask, walking towards the door also to fetch your shawl, shrugging it on your shoulders.

“It is.” She copies your actions with her own, “He asked to dance, saying that you were the one to introduce me to him. I can’t thank you enough, dear sister.”

“It’s no issue.” You shake off, turning away from her so that she can’t see the fall in your face, “He seemed to take a fancy to you once I’d pointed you out from the crowd.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes.” You nod your head, turning to look at her. Her shawl was scraggly thrown upon her body, probably from how distracted she was, and you lean forward to sort it for her whilst she gleams over your shoulder at nothing. You wonder if this is what it was like to meet your husband, butterflies and distractions from that moment on. It hadn’t happened yet for you, and seeing the way Lizzie was acting, you decided that you didn’t really want it happen, “Couldn’t take his eyes off you, sweet one.”

She squeals and wraps her arms around you, squeezing you slightly. You were happy that she was happy, and you wouldn’t take that away from her.

The door opened, revealing a blushed faced Harry due to the cold outside, “Ready?”

“YN!” Your mother calls from the floor below you, “Can you please come and set the table?”

You groan and remove your paintbrush from your canvas. The day prior you had been given a small sum of money from your Aunt Jemima after visiting and immediately gone to the store in town to pick up some new canvases. It was heaven to receive little amounts of money like these and you almost always spent it on canvases so you wouldn’t have to use paper, which was the cheaper alternative that you had to buy.

“I’m a little busy!” You call back, moving so that you can shout out of your door, “Can you ask Lizzie?”

“She isn’t here!” Your mother calls back and you groan. You place your palette down on the table beside you, as well as your brushes in the pot of water you had brought up with you. You wipe your hands on your apron before pulling it over your head and off your body. You drape it over your bed carefully, being careful to not get anything on the linen.

You bounce down the steps, tucking your hair that falls down in ringlets by the side of your face behind your ear. Entering the kitchen, you place a kiss to your mother’s cheek. She stands over the side, chopping some vegetables that she’s going to bring to boil for your dinner. She greets you with a smile and continues chopping.

“Is Lizzie with Harry?” You ask, placing the cutlery beside each mat on the table, noticing that there were four like there had started to be now.

“Of course she is.” Your mother shakes her head, “They’re always somewhere causing trouble.”

You had to suppress your grin. Lizzie had been the good girl of the family for so long, always doing everything that was asked of her and your were the one who tended to ignore requests so that you could continue doing whatever you wanted to. Since Lizzie had met Harry, that had been completely flipped upside down. You were the good girl of the family who did everything that was asked of you, and Lizzie was the one always getting out of doing things by sneaking off with Harry.

Since the two had met just over two months ago, they had been inseparable. When the two of you weren’t being taught how to read and write by your mother, Lizzie was always somewhere doing something with Harry. The other week he had taken her to the theatre and words couldn’t explain how jealous you were. You and Lizzie did everything together, and you always had done, but now you felt second best to someone who she hardly knew. You knew a part of you was jealous, but you would never admit that. What you did admit to yourself was that you were lonely and missing your sister.

“Is Harry staying for supper?” You ask, filling up the water jug to be placed upon the table.

“I’m guessing so.” Your mother says, moving to bend down by the fire to check on the meat, “It’s ready. Will you go get them? I think they’re by the river.”

You nod your head, moving to the front door to retrieve your shawl and boots. They were always at the river, as though it was there place. You couldn’t understand for the life of you why they’d chosen that place out of all, especially during the winter months. Snow was just around the corner and the two of them decided to spend their days moments away from catching a cold by the river.

The walk itself was five or so minutes through the woods behind your house, watching your step for fallen branches and wild animals. Lizzie was usually the one who brought you to the lake, so it was a given that you hadn’t been in a while.

Once the trees start to disperse, you stand in the middle of the opening to try and spot them. You do, quite quickly in fact. They’re stood by the water, picking up stones every now and then to skim across it, rippling the stillness with their movements. Skimming stones felt like a normal thing to see people doing, but once you watch Lizzie throw her arms around his neck, you feel like a little portion of you crumbles inside. You hadn’t seen them like this before, and you never ever wanted to see them like that again.

“Lizzie!” You call, snapping them out of their trance so that they turn to look at you. Lizzie immediately removes her arms from around Harry’s neck.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No.” You shake your head, “Mother just asked me to collect the two of you for supper.”

The two nod and move around where they were stood to collect their things but you don’t wait for them. Instead, you turn around and walk back towards the house. You can hear them laughing but you refuse to look back, because you know that you won’t be able to handle it. The temperature drops dramatically as you walk back, and you pull your shawl closer to you to help preserve some heat. You had a suspicion that at some point this evening it would start snowing, which you weren’t too unhappy about. It would give you time to finish the painting you started today, and hopefully create some more.

They aren’t close behind you as you reach the door, so you enter and immediately walk towards the table which is looking a lot fuller than it had been.

“Are they coming?” Your mother asks and you nod, sitting down at the table. They enter a few minutes later, Harry greeting your mother with a kiss on the cheek.

The three join you at the table, Harry next to you, Lizzie next to him and your mother sat next to the spare seat — where your father usually sat. You all join hands in saying grace, your hand feeling completely natural sat in his. The way his encompassed yours was something that will be etched into your brain for the rest of the day, and for the days after that. It isn’t a light hold either, it’s a prominent one, and his fingers squeeze yours tightly. You drop your eyes to your plate, unable to look up at him because you’re unsure of what his features may hold.

You don’t say anything over the dinner, you just listen to their words. It’s all about Harry’s time in London, like it usually was, and the rest about what the two had been up too. Your mother asks the dreaded question, and yet again, you ignore any word that comes out of their mouths.

It was inevitable at this point that Harry and Lizzie, at some point, were going to marry each other. You were surprised that Harry hadn’t proposed yet, if you were honest. If soulmates were a thing, no matter how much it pained you to believe, you wouldn’t be surprised if they were the example. You wouldn’t ever say anything to anyone about this, but you do think a part of you wished that was you in her place. You wished that you were the one that he smiled at, held hands with, kissed upon the cheek as she left.

After the dinner had finished, you had returned up to your room and lit your candle, leaning against the window frame to peer outside. They stood by the gate, Harry’s hand holding hers and her hand holding is. They looked as though they truly loved each other and what you expected to be a measly kiss on the cheek like it usually was, wasn’t that at all. A little part of you died inside when you saw him lean forward and place a kiss upon her lips, his hand lifting up to rest against her cheek. You managed to draw yourself away from the window after you’d watched for a while or so, slipping under your sheets and into your linen, turning so that you’re facing the wall. A few minutes or so later, you hear the door open and the rustling of clothes and you suspect Lizzie gets ready for bed. You try not cry but you can already feel the tears starting to fall down your face.

“YN.” You hear the soft whisper of your voice over the crackle of the candle that was still on in the room, “Are you awake?”

“Yes.” You manage out through the hesitation within your voice.

After a few seconds, and a slight giggles escaping her lips, “He kissed me, YN.”

“Oh.” You try not to sound like you’re upset, “Are you going to marry him?”

“He hasn’t asked me.” She’s quick to say, “But I think he might.”

A month or so later, you’re stood in front of a carriage, one that sits Lizzie inside on her way to Etiquette Lessons. Every young lady in the village had to go to them when they reached a certain age to make sure that they are properly prepared for how to look after their husbands when the day comes. You weren’t quite at the age yet, but Lizzie was.

You had given her a hug, and watched your mother kiss her cheeks and hug her, but you now found yourself watching something that you had seen so many times now. Harry and Lizzie stood by the door of the open carriage, her hands in his as they whisper and chuckle at whatever they’re talking about. You can’t hear what they say, but you can tell it’s emotional from the tears that are running down his face.

You mother wraps her arm around your shoulder, squeezing your shoulder. You wondered if she knew. You hadn’t said anything to her, but she always seemed to know what was going on in your life even if you hadn’t told her anything.

Harry helped Lizzie into the carriage, and closed the door for her before coming to stand next to you. Your eyes fluttered up to look at him for a second, but he didn’t even look anywhere near you, he was watching the carriage as it left. The love of his life was leaving in it, so I’m not surprised he did so.

“Mother.” You say quickly once the carriage had turn off the path, “Can I return and paint?”

“Of course you can.” She places a hand on one of your cheeks and a kiss to the other, “Take Harry with you. He’ll need the company.”

You turn to look at him, and he just shrugs, so you nod. You return back to the house with Harry trailing behind you, looking like a lost puppy. The way his eyes seemed to droop, as well as his hair, all hinted to the fact that he was actually upset that she was leaving. He follows you into the room, and sits on the end of Lizzie’s bed whilst you pulled your paints out of your drawer.

“I’ve only been in here once before.” He says after a few seconds, running his hand over the linen of her sheets, “You were out. Something about Aunt Jemima.”

“Oh.” You start to face place some of your paints upon your palette, “I read to her, sometimes, and she pays me so I can buy paints. I’m hoping that one day she’ll take me to Europe with her.”

“Europe?” He asks, “You want to go?”

“More than anything.” You sigh, swirling your brush in the green paint you had just placed upon your palette, “More specifically I’m hoping she takes me France. I’ll be able properly practice my art then.”

“Can you not do that here?”

You hesitate for a second, hovering your brush over the canvas slightly, “I’ll be better suited if I go there. People will care more about my work.”

“It’s beautiful work.” He says after a few seconds, “I don’t know how France would change that.”

You think for a second about how to explain this to him, “Think of it like Etiquette school. The girls go and return as better wives than if they hadn’t gone. They would’ve been good wives, but not as good without the school.”

“I don’t think I understand.”

“My art is good without France, just like the wives are without Etiquette class, but they are better with it. My art will be better with France.”

You turn around to see him nod his head, “I think I understand.”

“A part of it is also me wanting to leave this town.” You say, turning back around so that you can place your paintbrush back upon your canvas.

“I cannot fault you for that.” He says, and you turn to him again, only to see that he’s laid back upon the bed, a hand over his eyes, “Sometimes I wish I could leave.”

“Why don’t you?” You ask, “If one of us had the beings necessary to leave it would be you?”

“Beings necessary?” He pushes himself up on his elbow so that he’s looking directly at you, “And what would be those necessary beings?”

“Money, for one.” You say, moving so that you’re sat on your bed, looking straight at him, “Carriages. Knowledge of the world. The furthest I’ve ever gone is the neighbouring town and that was to drop something off for my mother.”

“Why don’t you leave then?”

You chuckle, raising your eyebrows, “I plan on it.”

“Ice Skating.” Harry says as he walks through your bedroom door, holding two pairs of ice skates in your hands.

“Harry!” You exclaim, placing your hand upon your chest at the shocked sight of him, “I could’ve been indecent and you would have never known!”

“But you aren’t.” He tips his head to the side, “Ice Skating. We’re going ice skating. The lake has frozen over and it’s perfect.”

“Are we now?” You ask, placing your palette down upon the table next to your easel, “Is Mr. Styles bored of his mansion.”

“I’m going to loose my mind.” He drops down on your sisters bed, the skates clattering to the floor as he does so, “Please come ice skating with me.”

“Harry.” You sigh, pulling your painting apron off, “I don’t even know how to ice skate.”

“Then I will teach you.” He says.

After a few seconds of contemplation, you nod your head, “I’ll do it if you let me paint you.”

“Deal.”

Over the past two weeks you and Harry had grown close. Not as close as Harry and your sister, but close enough for you to class him as one of your good friends. The two of you had started to do everything together, similarly to him and Lizzie but with some barriers. You hugged each other but you certainly weren’t as touchy deeply as they were with each other. You couldn’t do it to your sister, so you avoided doing anything that would be seen as wrong.

You did feel sorry for Harry. He had told you that he had sent three letters to Lizzie during this time and she hadn’t even replied to one. You weren’t quite sure why, but that was quite despicable on her part. The poor man was making himself sick with how much he was worrying about her, and you were the one who had seen it, and been the one to try and get him out of it. One of the things that you had begged him to let you do was paint him, but he kept rejecting your proposal. Instead, he told you that he liked to enjoy watching you paint rather than having you paint him.

You were excited to say the least that he had agreed to let you paint him, and you certainly weren’t going to miss that opportunity.

“Slow down.” You call to Harry, who’s around ten strides a head of you as you waddle your way with your dress in your hands through the snow, “I can’t keep up with you.”

“Walk faster then.” He says, turning to look at you with a grin across his face.

You groan and try to pick up the pace, nearly slipping a few times on some particularly icy parts of the ground but you make it to the lake in once piece. Harry passes you the skates he had picked up for you and you thank him for passing them to you. You kick your shoes off and fasten the skates, just as he does the same.

“Stay away from the middle.” He says, “It’s thinner than the edge.”

“I think you’re forgetting something.” You say as you try to stable yourself on the blades, “I have not idea what I’m doing.”

“It’s like walking, but on ice.” He deadpans and you resist the urge to roll your eyes, “I’ll let you hold my hand if you want.”

He holds his hand out and without really thinking you place your hand in his, allowing him to guide you onto the ice. His hand was cold, but so was yours, but having his in yours sent little flames across the entirety of your body.

At first you were unsteady on your feet, and you’re sure that you could’ve nearly broke Harry’s hand with how tightly you were squeezing it. He chuckled and made sure that you were continuously upright. After five minutes or so, you found the swing of what you were doing, and managed to move forward without any wobbles.

“I’m letting go of you.”

“No!” You exclaim, gripping his hand tighter so that he wouldn’t be able to pull away from you, “I’ll fall.”

“You won’t fall.” He chuckles, trying to pull his hand away again. “I will.” You shake your head, “Please, don’t.”

“You’re not going to fall.”

“I am.”

“You’re not.”

He somehow manages to release his hand from yours and skate backwards away from you, leaving you on your own. You hold your hands out, straightening them as though that’s going to help balance you out. With the little momentum you had left, you moved forward slightly until you came to a halt, where you pick up one of your feet to push forward and move forward. You manage to do it, without falling which surprises you.

“Harry!” You exclaimed, beaming at him, “I’m doing it.”

“I told you that you would.” He smiles, tilting his head to the side, “Shall we?”

“We shall.” You smile, and the two of you continue off across the ice.

Everything seems to be going well and good until you manage to catch your blade in a slit in the ice and go tumbling forward, going over on your ankle as you do so. You drop to the ground with a thud, a throbbing immediately falling upon your ankle.

“Harry. . .” His name escapes your lips through the the hiss of pain you let out.

“Are you injured?” He’s quick to ask, skating over to you as quickly as he possible could.

“My ankle.” You say, “I think I’ve sprained it.”

“You probably have.” He’s quick to say, “Lift up slightly, I’ll carry you back home.”

You shake your head, “You don’t have to do that.”

“What are you going to?” He laughs, “Crawl?”

“I might.”

“You wouldn’t make it home for Christmas.” He bends down, “Come here.”

You lift your hand up and wrap your hands around his neck, allowing him to place his hands underneath your knees. He looks at you with a small smile on his face and skates back to the edge of the lake, placing you on the floor for a second so that you could both remove your skates.

“How did you get so good at skating?” You ask, returning to your prior position his arms.

“Home.” He says, “In England. It’s cold year round there, and the lakes are often frozen. My mother taught me.”

“You don’t talk about you mother.”

“She died when I was young.” He says, not looking at you the way that he had been, “I don’t remember a lot about her.”

“I’m sorry.” You say, “I didn’t mean to pry.”

“You didn’t.” He shakes his head, “You were merely curious.”

You drop your eyes to the white around the two of you, “My mother says that my curiosity may get me in trouble one of these days.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” He chuckles, “But that’s something that makes you, you.”

Without really thinking, you say the next few words, “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t me.”

He shakes his head, “You don’t mean that.”

“I do.” You nod your head, “There’s nothing special about me. I’m no Lizzie YLN.”

“No.” He shakes his head, “You aren’t Lizzie, but you are YN. This world doesn’t need anymore Lizzie’s in it.”

“I thought maybe you’d have a thousands Lizzie’s if you could.”

“I wouldn’t need a thousand if I could have the one.”

“You do have you.”

He shakes his head, “I told her before she went that there was no need for Etiquette classes because to be my wife all I wanted was her. Lizzie wanted to go to get the best experience she possibly could.”

“You respected that?”

He looks directly over you again, “Why wouldn’t I?”

“We all know what actually happens at Etiquette classes, Harry.”

Harry only nods his head once, not saying anything else. He still carries you home, one of his arms rested comfortable under his knee whilst the other rests behind your back. You hoped you hadn’t offended him, but there was no way for you to know.

Etiquette classes, as a whole, were to teach young women the proper ways of being a wife during the day, and through the night thy would attend balls and such. The balls were so the women could hopefully meet eligible, rich men who they were hopefully going to marry. If you were already meant to marry someone else, it didn’t seem like a right thing to go to this place where the people were always after one thing.

As your feelings grew for Harry, you wondered whether Lizzie’s had diminished and that was why she decided to go to the classes. You certainly shouldn’t want that, but you couldn’t lie and say that a part of you did.

“Mrs. YLN?” You mother comes running towards the two of you at Harry’s call of her name, “We’ve had a little accident.”

“What have you done now?”

“I went over on my ankle.” You deadpan.

“Harry will you get me some ice?” He nodded and moved towards the kitchen whilst you mother freed your ankle and rested it upon her knee.

He came back with ice wrapped in a cloth and passed it to your mother who placed it upon your ankle.

“Thank you for bringing her home, Harry.”

“It’s no problem.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“I shouldn’t.” He shakes his head, “Thank you for the offer, though. But I should be returning home.”

“Pass my love onto your father.”

“I will.”

He throws you once last look, one that you can’t quite pinpoint the emotion of. After a few seconds he drops his eyes, and walks out of the door without looking back. You turn to look at your mother, who’s got a skeptical look upon her face as she looks at you.

“What is it?”

“Does he know?”

“Does he know what?”

A small smile crosses her lips, “That you love him.”

You lips part in shock before you clamp them shut, “I. . . I feel no such thing.”

“You had just lied to me, child.” She shakes her head, “I know love when I see it.”

“Mother.” You shake your head, “He loves Lizzie.”

“I know.” She places her hand upon your cheek, “You’ll be the one to pick up the pieces when she breaks his heart.”

Lizzie was due to return home today, on Christmas Eve of all days, and the house certainly looked as though it was ready for her.

You, your mother and Harry had spent quite a while this year decorating the house to be as Christmassy as possible. The thing that you still think about to this day was jumping on Harry’s back so he could lift you up to reach the star, your mother smiling as she watched the two of you.

The carriage returned at around midday. You were stood next to Harry at the end of the garden, with you mother next to him. The carriage came to a halt and the driver was the one to open the door, Lizzie immediately tumbling out and throwing her arms around your mother who had taken a few steps forward.

She didn’t look like Lizzie, in your opinion. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun, the dress upon her body looking more expensive than the ones that she had gone with. The material was a blushed pink colour, with fancy detailing upon the corset and a puffy skirt that was one of the biggest that you had ever seen in your life. Lizzie looks happy to see your mother to say the least, but you’re quite surprised when she moves to you next instead of Harry.

“Hello!” She throws her arms around your shoulder, placing her head on your shoulder whilst you placed yours on hers, the material of her fancy coat hitting your cheek. You hadn’t seen anything quite like it before, never mind felt anything quite like it before, “I’ve missed you so much. How are you?”

“Well, thank you.” You pull away. clearing your throat and wiping your hands upon your skirt slightly, “The same old. It’s you who I should be asking that question to.”

She smiles and pulls away, holding her small bag close to herself as she looks at the person stood next to you. Harry looks as though he’s about to cry, and so does Lizzie if you’re being brutally honest. The two of them needed to be alone, and you understood that. When your mother motioned you to follow her back into the house, you didn’t hesitate with your movements, following her back into the house.

“I feel as though dinner might be late tonight.” You mother says as she closes the door behind you, fumbling to take off her scarf, “I feel like they might be out there for a while. Why don’t you go up and finish your painting?”

You nod your head, not wanting to say anything. You remove your outdoor gear and race up the stairs. You know you shouldn’t, but you immediately run to the window to see whether you can see the two of them, but you’re unable to.

Lizzie looked like a different person, but she sounded like Lizzie when she opened her mouth. The clothes that she wore might have changed but she was still your sister, the same sister who had the man you loved following her around like a lost puppy. Lizzie was the same Lizzie as she always had been, and that meant that she probably did feel the same way about Harry as she did before she left. There was a selfish streak in you that wished that wasn’t the case, and she had completely forgot about her feelings for Harry and had met someone else, but until you properly had a conversation with the girl, you couldn’t be too sure that was the case. You couldn’t be sure either that if that had happened, Harry would want you in that way.

You found yourself unable to paint, so you dropped down upon your bed and sat with your back against the wall, watching the outside world as your thoughts danced around within your head. You found the thoughts spiralling through your head that you were still a young woman at the end of the day, one who could have a line of men wanting to marry you but you instead found yourself second best to your sister, and that shouldn’t be happening. No matter how much you loved the man, or had grown to be accustomed to his company, being second best wasn’t something that you had set your heart on being, and you wouldn’t be for him.

You were the first YLN he had met, yet he had chosen your sister first and he was going to lay in that bed now.

“YN!” You mother called from downstairs, “They’re here.”

Christmas Eve dinner, to say the least, was one that you’d never forget. Harry looked as though he was either going to burst out crying or kill someone at any moment, Lizzie looked exhausted and your mother and yourself were sat in the middle of the two of you trying to make ends meet of what had happened. Harry’s eyes caught yours once, but he was quick to flutter them away and take another forkful of vegetables and place it in his mouth.

“Lizzie, you haven’t told YN and I anything about your time away.” Your mother started, probably not the best topic of conversation but one that would split up the silence hopefully, “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I did.” She wipes her mouth upon her napkin, “I had an amazing time. Met some amazing people. Actually, there is one person that I’ve invited for you to meet for the new year.”

“You have?” Your mother raises her eyebrow, “How wonderful.”

“His name is Theodore.”

That’s all it takes for Harry’s fork to clatter to the plate, his chair screech across the floor and his body to stand up.

“I’m, uh, truly sorry Mrs. YLN.” He says, “The meal was lovely but I’m not feeling very well so I think it’s best that I go home.”

“Are you alright?”

“I will be.” He nods his head, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck, “So sorry again, have an amazing Christmas.”

“You too, Harry.”

Once the doors closed, Lizzie’s the next person to drop her cutlery and sulk off upstairs. The slamming of the bedroom door shakes the whole house. You place another bit of potato into your mouth and slowly chew whilst looking at your mother.

She sighs, “Will you go check on your sister for me?”

“But—”

“You’ll get to see him later, don’t worry.” She says, “I’m going to plate him and his father some food. God knows they won’t eat without it, and you can take it over for me.”

You nod your head, taking a sip from your glass of water before standing up and making your way upstairs. You cam hear Lizzie’s cries before you open the door, and you know that its because of what had obviously happened before the two of them had come to lunch. You push the door open, to see her laid on her bed face down, her head deep within her pillow. You push the door closed behind you and back up until your back is directly placed upon the solid wood.

“Are you engaged to him?” You say, looking down at your shoes so that you don’t have to make eye contact with her.

You can hear the bed creek beneath her as she moves, but you still don’t look up, “To who?”

“To Theodore.”

“No.” You lift your eyes up just as she shakes her head, “I’m not.”

“But you want to be.”

“What makes you think that?”

You scoff and shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest, “You forget that I’m your sister, Lizzie. I know you better than you know yourself.”

After a few seconds, she speaks again, “He’s going to propose.”

“He is?” You take a few steps forward until you’re sat upon your bed, directly across from her, “Why, Lizzie?”

“We’re in love.” She quickly says, her eyes bulging out the way that they do when she starts to get upset, “When you’re in love, you get married YN.”

“I thought you were in love with Harry.”

“I love Harry.” She says, shaking her head, “But I’m not in love with him. I love him as a best friend.”

“He loves you.”

“I know.” She shakes her head, “I just didn’t love him the way I love Theodore. He’s just so kind, and so gentle and he makes me feel things that I just haven’t felt before.”

The way that she stands up immediately makes your mind immediately fall to a place that you know isn’t where it should be. Your eyes widen and she looks at you the exact way that you know that what you thought is right.

“Lizzie.” You voice comes out as a whisper, and you shake your head, “You didn’t.”

“I love him, YN.” She shakes her head, “And he loves me.”

“We always said we’d save that until marriage.” You shake your head, “You told me that’s what you have to do.”

She sits down on the bed next to you, reaching so that her hands are placed upon both of your shoulders, “And you do. Promise me you will, YN.”

“I will.” You quickly say, “I promise, I will.”

“Good.” She sighs, dropping her hands from your shoulders, “You will not end up like me, I won’t let you.”

“How have you ended up?”

She looks at you with tears in her eyes, “I think I’m pregnant, YN.”

You were holding a basket of food that your mother had collated for Harry and his father. You had knocked upon the door once and now you were stood, waiting for someone to open the door and let you in from the cold. The temperature had certainly dropped since you had been outside earlier, but you weren’t surprised at that fact.

“Miss. YLN.” Harry’s father opens the door. You’ve only ever met him once, and from what Harry has told you, he’s quite a cold man, “May I ask why you’re here?”

“Uh, my mother sent you and Harry some food over.” You say, holding up the basket within your hands, “I just came to deliver it.”

“Please.” He says, “Come in.”

You step through the threshold of the house, entering one that was three times the size of your own but just as empty as yours.

“I’ll take that to the kitchen for you.” He says, holding his hands out so you can place the basket within them, “H is upstairs, in the library. Third door on the left.”

“Thank you.”

The stairs themselves were probably bigger than your entire house, and as you ran your hand across the wood of the banister you couldn’t believe how expensive it felt beneath your fingers. You followed Mr. Styles’ instruction and walked along the grand hallway until you found the third door on the left. It was slightly ajar, so you placed your hand upon the wood and push it open, the door creaking as you did so.

Your mouth drops open at the sight of the room in front of you. When Mr. Styles said Library you thought it may have been a small room with bookshelves in it, but it wasn’t, it was a full library at the most. It was full of the most books you’ve ever seen anywhere, floor to ceiling bookshelves. You couldn’t help your want to run your fingers across every single cover.

You spot Harry sat at the window, his knees bent and a book placed open upon them. You cross your hands in front of you, taking a few steps towards Harry. The sound of your shoes against the wooden floor notifies Harry that you’re there, and he lifts his eyes to look at you.

“Are you okay?” He asks, closing the book that he had open.

You take a few more steps towards him, sitting at the opposite side of windowsill to him, “I should be asking you that question.”

He chuckles, lifting his leg up again so that it’s on the windowsill, “I’m okay.”

“I don’t believe that.” You shake your head, coping him so your feet are up also and you’re facing him, “Tell me truthfully. How are you?”

He shakes his head, dropping his eyes down to his knees, “She doesn’t want to marry me.”

“You asked?”

“Today.” He nods, looking back at you again, “I had a ring.”

After a few seconds you whisper, “Can I see it?”

“See what?”

“The ring.”

He opens his jacket and fumbles around in the inside pocket, bringing out a small blue velvet box which he throws towards you. You catch it, nearly dropping it but you manage to keep it in your hands. You raise your eyebrow at him and he offers a small smile, one that you knew wasn’t the most truthful of how he’s feeling.

You open the box and see a beautiful ring in the box. The ring itself was silver, but the thing that drew your and probably Harry to it was the gem. It looked to be diamond, not a large one at that but one that was a lovely sized. The light from the window caused the diamond to glimmer slightly, a gasp escaping from your lips.

“Harry.” You shake your head, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “It’s beautiful.”

“I thought so too.” He says, running his thumb across his bottom lip before shrugging his shoulders, “Lizzie didn’t think so.”

“It’s not because of you, Harry.” You quickly say, “Nothing to do with you.”

“It must’ve been, YN.” He says, “You’re sister doesn’t want to marry me. Me! Not anyone else.”

“She can’t marry you, Harry.” You say, the tears starting to collect in your eyes, “I don’t know whether if situations were different she would marry you, but in this situation it isn’t your fault. I can promise you that.”

You watch a tear fall down is cheek, “Has she met someone else?”

You look away, pursing your lips and closing your eyes to try and stop the tears from falling down your cheeks, “I’m so sorry, Harry.”

“Is it Theodore? Is she engaged to him?”

“She will be.” You say, standing up and moving so that you’re in front of him, placing your hand upon his knee, “I’m so sorry, Harry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“She’s my sister.”

“You’re not in charge of her.”

You reach forward and place your hand upon his cheek, using your thumb to delicately wipe the next year that falls out of his eye. His tilts his head slightly so that it’s nicely rested within your hand, and you smile at him, which his returns.

“Did she ever love me?”

“She did.” You say, nodding your head, “She loves you. She’s just not in love with you.”

“That doesn’t make it any easier.”

You shake your head, “I don’t think anything will at this point. You just need to wait, time will heal. I’ll be here for you.”

“I think.” He says, dropping his knees so that he can move closer to you, “I think you might be able to.”

“Whatever you need, H.” You say.

He moves closer, you can feel him closer to you, but you certainly hadn’t expected for him to place his lips upon yours. The kiss at first in gentle, his lips pressed against yours so gently that at the start you couldn’t quite feel him upon you. Then it’s more urgent, with his hand placed upon your cheek, his lips moving against yours at a quick pace.

“H.” You whisper, pulling away slightly as he removes his lips from yours, using them to dance down your cheek, to your jaw and then resting against the skin of your neck.

He removed his hand from your cheek and hooking it underneath your thigh so he can manoeuvre you to be on his lap.

This is the first time you’ve ever kissed a boy, and you can’t believe that the boy of all people is Harry Styles. You hadn’t been this close to anyone before, straddled across his lap with your knees each side of his waist, your skirt bunched up at your waist. The second you were comfortable, his lips attached to your again, his hands rested upon the small of your back. A feeling brewed within you, causing your hips to involuntary buck towards his. You felt him smile against your lips, and that was when you snapped out of the daze that you were in.

Without really thinking, you pulled away and clambered off of his lap. He looked flushed as you pulled away, his hair a little messy and his lips red from the kissing.

“No.” You hold your hand out at him, shaking your head, “You can’t do that.”

“Why not?” He said, standing up and taking a few steps towards you.

“Because. . . because you just can’t.” You shake your head, lifting your hands to run through your hair.

“I thought.” He looks at you quizzically, “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“Maybe I did, a little bit.” You say, shaking your head, “But you didn’t want it to be me. You wanted it to be Lizzie.”

“No.” He shakes his head, holding his hand out as if to touch yours, “I didn’t want that.”

“You did, I know you Harry, and you did.” You sniffle slightly, shaking your head, “I’m not Lizzie and I’ll never be Lizzie, and I’ve accepted that. You’ll never love me like you love Lizzie, and I know that. But, Harry, I won’t be second best. I don’t deserve to be second best.”

“You aren’t second best, YN!”

You can’t help but let out a small sob at his words, “I am, Harry. From the first day that we met each other, Lizzie came first. She was the one who you couldn’t bore your eyes away from, not me. I don’t think I had a full conversation with you until Lizzie left for her classes.”

“That’s not true, YN.” He shakes his head, “I swear to you, it isn’t.”

“I’m sorry, Harry.” You take a few steps back, “I won’t be second best.”

With that you turn away, leaving the house and leaving Harry. You couldn’t help the tears that fell as you walked across to your house.

You had made the decision that day that you weren’t to stay in America, that you were going to leave and you knew that Aunt Jemima was the person you knew would be able to help you with that.

Your Aunt Jemima was getting older, but before she died she wanted to go to Europe on last time, more specifically France. She had asked you years ago to be her companion on the trip, and you had agreed, but that was the last time you’d ever spoken to her about it. On Christmas day, you had been the one to bring the idea back up in conversation, dropping in little hints until Aunt Jemima picked up what you were saying. She had been the one to say that in the new year you were going and that you had to be ready to leave on January second with no complaints, not that you had any anywhere.

When Aunt Jemima’s carriage came, you said your farewell’s to your mother and you sister, and Theodore who had proposed to your sister the day prior — and left. As you sat in the carriage, you couldn’t help but look at Harry’s house, and you weren’t shocked to see him at the window watching your every move. You didn’t look away from the window until you could no longer see the house, when you turned to look straight in front of your, your gloved hands resting upon your knee.

“Forget him.” Aunt Jemima says, sighing slightly and shaking her head, “He isn’t right for you.”

“I have no idea what you are on about.” You shake your head, looking out of the small carriage window so that you don’t have to look at your Aunt.

“That Styles boy.” She says, and you immediately snap your eyes towards her, “Don’t think I don’t know about the two of you.”

“There isn’t anything to know.” You shake your head at her.

“There obviously is.” She says, “Or you wouldn’t be sulking the way that you are.”

“I’m not sulking.”

“I haven’t brought a liar with me have I ?” She asks, raising her eyebrow at you.

“You haven’t.” She shakes her head, “I am sulking, I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” She says, pursing her lips, “Are you going to tell me about him, then?”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“You’re about to cry, my dear.” She flutters her eyes to you slightly, “I could sense your heartbreak from a mile away. He’s the reason you wanted to come, isn’t he?”

“I wanted to come.” You say, messing with your fingers that sat on your lap, “He just. . . gave me a reason to finally do it.”

“I think he’s the idiot in this situation.” She says after a few seconds and your lips part in shock, before you clamp them back together, “He’s the one who got involved with you and your sister. I wonder if he can even get out of bed.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well. First of all your sister broke his heart by not marrying him and marrying that other man, I’ve already forgotten his name.” She shakes her head, “Then you broke his heart by doing whatever you did when you went to go see him on Christmas Eve and you’ve been depressed ever since you left.”

“Who told you that?”

“Who do you think?” Aunt Jemima clicks her tongue and shakes her head, “My daughter told me. Wouldn’t stop crying saying that you’re leaving the love of your life and her other daughters pregnant by some pretentious nobody.”

You run your hand over your forehead, scrunching your face at the fact that everyone knew, “My mother knows too much.”

“Your mother just knows you.” Aunt Jemima shakes her head, “At least you haven’t ruined your life before it’s even begun, with a child of all things.”

“You’re just saying that because you never had children.”

“Why would I want an offspring of myself and some other man?”

“It’s about love, Aunt Jemima.” You can tell that you’re about to cry, so again you turn your head, “When you love someone, that’s something to bring that love into a being.”

“I just don’t see why.” She says, curling up her nose, “But then again, that’s why I’m seventy, unmarried and childless. Don’t think about the Styles boy too much. You’re going to a different country for heavens sake, think of all of the people that you’ll meet whilst you’re there. You’ll forget him soon, my dear, and he’ll forget you. That’s what we’ll hope for anyway.”

The tears do start to fall now, in quick streams down down your cheeks. You couldn’t stop them. Aunt Jemima, no matter how much you despised her sometimes, she certainly knew what she was talking about. You turned your head so that you were looking away from your aunt, looking out of the window and trying your hardest not to let any sobs fall out of your lips.

You did love Harry and if he had stopped your from getting into the carriage, your probably would. If he had asked to marry you, you probably would have said yes without any hesitation but at the same time you also felt as though you were second best, and that wasn’t a place that you ever thought you’d be.

No matter how much you loved him, and yearned to be with him, you knew for the sake of your sanity and for the sake of staying as a strong independent woman. You were taught from being young from your mother that no matter how many people try to say that all you were worth is more than just being the wife of some rich man. Your mother also said that you had a talent and that you had to use it.

France was going to be the place that you were going to use your talents, and be a better person for doing so.

Four Years Later

“Pierre.” You say, smiling at the man as he held his hand out to you, “Puis-je vous demander ce que vous faites?” May I ask what you’re doing?

“Je demande à la plus belle fille de la pièce de danser.” You can’t help the blush that falls across your cheeks. You nod your head and slip your hand into his, standing up and following him into the middle of the dance floor. I’m asking the most beautiful girl in the room to dance.

The music changes around them to one of the most popular songs in Paris to dance to. He lifts his arm up, just as you do to his, and start the movements in the same way that everyone else in the room had.

You had arrived in France with Aunt Jemima four years ago, fresh faced after the journey and ready to start your new life there. At first it took a while for you to get used to the new life that you now lived. Aunt Jemima’s French house, if it was even possible, was bigger that her house back home with more nooks and crannies to explore but more importantly, a bigger garden that you could paint every corner of. The main thing that you focused on during the first few months of your arrival was settling in and learning the language which you knew would be hard, but it was something that you needed to do.

Pierre was the person who had helped you do that.

Aunt Jemima had hired him to be your French tutor. She said that he was one of the best for you, and that he certainly was. You learnt the basics within the first few months until you were able to finally communicate with the people around you in their native language. At first, you despised Pierre and his pretentious way of making you feel small, but here you were, fours years later, dancing with him and waiting for his proposal at some point.

Aunt Jemima would be turning within her grave if she knew you were planning to marry Pierre. Even though she hired him when you first arrived to teach you, but she found him incompetent to do anything else. She could tell that you were falling for him, and told you multiple times to not settle for him but you were ignoring her.

If you listened to every one who your Aunt Jemima told you to not settle for, you’d never marry at all.

“Do you have plans tomorrow?” He asks, in English this time, his accent seeping through with every word that he spoke.

“Plans?” You raise your eyebrow, “To paint, yes, but I suppose I can clear my schedule.”

After learning the French language, that was when you had started your painting classes. You started taking everything in, listening to every single word the teacher said to you until you were good enough to start on your own. The first time one of your pieces was shown in an exhibit, people loved it, and you found yourself creating more and more works and creating more and more links with people around.

“Do.” He says, nodding his head, “Je veux t’emmener quelque part. Quelque part spécial.” I want to take you somewhere. Somewhere special.

You bite your lip, nodding your head whilst trying to suppress the large smile that’s ready to cross your entire face.

Pierre was a hopeless romantic, always showering you in large gestures that caused your heart to flutter within your chest. He hadn’t kissed you, and even though you knew that you knew deep down that you shouldn’t compare it, you found yourself not feeling the way that you did the last time you found yourself with a man.

At twenty-three you were late to get married, and if you ever wanted kids you would have to do so quicker than anything you had ever done in your life because you knew that your days were going to start become numbered.

“What time should I be ready?”

“I’ll pick you up at eleven.”

The song ends, your courtesy and he bows and that’s when you walk back towards the table you were sat at, picking up your glass of Champagne and taking a sip.

“YN.” You stop drinking immediately, nearly choking on the liquid that you had already started to sip. You know that voice anywhere, etched into your brain from when you were just a mere eighteen year old with a heart twice the size of the one you had now, “As I live and breathe.”

You turn around, immediately seeing a man that you had left years ago stood in front of you. He looked exactly the same as when you knew him all those years ago, except his features were a tad harder and his hair curler that it was before if it was even possible which you weren’t too sure about.

“Harry.” You swallow the lump in your throat, placing your glass down on the table and turning so that you were facing him, “It’s been a while.”

“It certainly has.” He says, lifting his own glass to his lips, “You look good. Happy.”

“I am.” You nod your head. You look at him, his eyes emptier that you had ever seen them before, not even when Lizzie refused to marry him, “I wish I could say the same for you, but. . .”

“I look exhausted.”

“You do.” You say, watching as his lips curled up into a smile as do yours, “How are you? Genuinely.”

“I’m. . .”

“Ma chérie.” You feel an arm slip around your waist, rest upon the small of it as he stands next to you, “Qui est-ce?” My darling. Who is this?

“Ah.” You brush a piece of your hair that had fallen out of place away from your face, “Pierre, this is Harry. Harry this is Pierre.”

Harry raises his eyebrows, lifting the glass to his lips to drink the rest of it. As you watch, it doesn’t seem to even hits the sides with how quickly he drinks it.

“Bonjour.” Pierre holds his hand out to Harry, “Comment allez vous?”

Harry looks at Pierre’s hand but he doesn’t shake it, and that’s when you lift your fingers to run against your forehead, “Are you two, marié?” Married.

“No.” You shake your head, stepping to the side slightly so that Pierre’s hand isn’t upon your waist anymore, “We are. . .”

“Courting.” Pierre’s quick to interject, “I think that’s what to call it.”

You watch as Harry’s eyebrows raise, and without saying anything to the two of you, he turns around and mutters, “I need another drink.”

As he walks away, you can see the slight stagger in his walk, one that many intoxicated people hold and you know that him being not himself treads deeper than just seeing you there today.

“YN.” Pierre places a hand upon your shoulder, “How do you know that man?”

“He’s someone from home.” You say, watching as Harry drinks another full glass of Champagne where he’s staggered off to, “He’s an old friend.”

He leans down until you can feel his breath at your ear, “Just a friend.”

You nod, leaning into him as he places a kiss to your neck, “Bien.” Good.

Since Pierre wasn’t picking you up until eleven, you decide that you have the time to at least start your next painting. In the garden of your Aunts house that you had inherited, you had built a gazebo with the money that you had made from selling your art pieces to exhibits that overlooked the garden and the pond from the four different directions that it had around it.

You had decided that the swans that swum in the pond were looking particularly delightful today and you decide that is the direction that you want to start your painting. You set up your easel and your canvas, as well as your paints that you brought on a palette and start figuring out the dimensions of the painting and what you wanted it to look like.

You hold up your paintbrush, closing one of your eyes as you move it from portrait to landscape and back again.

“You always were a perfectionist.” The paintbrush in your hand clatters you the ground as it slips through your fingers, due to you jumping. You weren’t expecting anyone to be here, and you certainly weren’t expecting to hear his voice.

“And you always had a tendency to shock people.” He laughs, his dress shoes hitting the decking with loud pats.

“My apologies.” He says, slipping one of his hands into the pocket of his trousers, taking another step closer to you, “I didn’t mean to shock you, love.”

You place your palette down, brushing your hands off slightly on your apron. You’d usually wear your comfortable clothes to paint in, the attire usually not even being a skirt but often trousers, but because you were meeting Pierre later, you knew that you had to dress up. It wasn’t the fanciest dress you owned, but the light blue material complimented your features in a way that you just couldn’t resist when you saw it in the shop.

“Yes you did.” You lips curl up into a smile, “You forget that I know you Harry, even after all these years.”

“Lots of things can change in four years, YN.”

“You haven’t.”

“You haven’t, either.” He smiles.

You tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear and take a step closer to him, clearing your throat slightly as you do so, “I want to apologise for last night. Pierre can be a little. . .”

“Intrusive.” Harry leans against the pillar nearest to him and you nod, knowing that is exactly what he is.

“I’m very sorry. I would have loved to have caught up with you.”

“I probably wouldn’t have been in the best frame of mind to do so.” He runs his fingers through his hair, “I was drunk, if you couldn’t tell.”

“I could.”

“Now.” He lifts his hand up and motions to the garden around you, “Are you going to tell me what I’ve missed in the last four years?”

“Uh.” You move so you’re stood next to him, leant against the barrier, “I moved with Aunt Jemima. This was her house but she died a year ago, if I remember correctly. She left me the house in her will, and I decided that I wanted to stay.”

“Have you been at home at all during the last four years?”

You nod your head, “I went home when Lizzie got married, that was when I met Anna for the first time. Then I went back for Aunt Jemima’s funeral because she decided she didn’t want to be buried here.”

“I must have missed you.” He says, “I spent a lot of the last four years in England with my grandparents.”

“Lizzie told me.” You say, “She said that she did invite you to the wedding but your father explained that you were in England.”

He nods his head, “I left a few months after you. I think my father was fed up of my moping.”

It shouldn’t have hurt you, but his words did. Your chest squeezed slightly at his words. Even though you knew you were doing what you were doing to benefit yourself, you couldn’t lie and say that you hadn’t missed him. You had lost a friend when you left, as well as your first love.

“Are you married?” You ask, not really knowing why the words escape from your lips in the way that they do.

He shakes his head, holding his hand up to reveal his completely ring free hand, “Nope. I can’t really say that I’ve been looking.”

“I’m sure you’ve had opportunities.” You say, “You’re the perfect gentlemen, Harry. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve had women queuing to marry you.”

He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, “People have tried but I haven’t been interested.”

“Why not?”

“Some may say that I’m still hung up on somebody.” His eyes flutter away from yours, and you take it as the opportunity to look down at your hands, “But that doesn’t matter. What about you and Mr. Intrusive.”

You chuckle, lifting your eyes up to look at his, “He was my French language teacher. I didn’t like him, despised him to be fair but here were are a few years later and I think he’s going to propose to me later today.”

“Do you want to marry him?”

If you were asked this question but anybody else, you probably would have immediately said yes and that was enough for you to know that you should marry him. But seeing Harry stood there, the way that he is, waiting for you to answer what should be one of the easiest questions ever, reminds you that this may have gotten a lot more confusing now with Harry’s reappearance.

“I. . .” You hesitate and drop your eyes down to the ground again, “I think so.”

“You think?” He says, “I can’t say that I believe that you do if you only think that you want to marry him.”

“I do.” You say, quickly.

Harry stands up and takes a few steps towards the opposite end of the gazebo, “Do you love him?”

This answer, so it should be another one, was easy to answer, “No.”

“Then why are you marrying him.”

“I’m twenty-three, Harry.” You say, your heels tapping the wood as you move to stand next to him, looking at the pond in front of you, “I’m certainly not getting any younger. If I returned home to mother and father without a husband and children I believe they would disown me.”

“They wouldn’t.” He shakes his head, “They love you too much.”

“I’ve had three letters from them asking about grandchildren.” You deadpan, looking at him with a stoic look on their face.

“I’m sure they wouldn’t want to marry someone who you don’t love.” He says.

“If I don’t marry Pierre, who will I marry?”

After a few seconds, the smallest whispers escapes his lips, “You could marry me.”

The whole world seems to slow down around you, and you turn to look at him. He’s already looking at you, with those green eyes that you became so accustomed to all those years ago. You knew each other in all for three months, but you spent every second of every day with each other when Lizzie was away, and it certainly showed with how close you became. Marrying Harry could be the thing that you need, have always needed. You haven’t been as happy as you were when you were back him with him in a long time.

“Harry.” You say, the words coming out in a small whisper, “You can’t mean that.”

“I do.” He says, quickly to say the least, “I haven’t been more sure about anything in my life before.”

“Harry—”

“Madame.” One of the groundskeepers say, walking towards the two of you, “Monsieur Perney est là.” Mr. Perney is here.

“Merci, Alfred.” You clear your throat to try and mask the uncertainty in your voice, “Ça ne prendra qu’un seconde.” Thank you, Alfred. I will only be a second.

The man nods and walks away, and you turn back to look at Harry, who has the same look on his face as you do on yours. There’s a level of defeat between the two of you.

“I need to, um, go meet with Pierre.” You say, hands gripping the material of your dress.

“Is that a no?” He takes a step towards you.

You sigh, “It’s a, I have to think about it.”

He nods, “When will you know? This is probably a good time to tell you that I’m leaving tomorrow.”

That changed everything. It wasn’t as though now you had a few days to think through and make your decision, you had to make it quickly before he goes.

“Tomorrow?”

He nods, “Father’s ill. Paris was my last hooray before I go back home to be an adult.”

You take a few moments to think, “Will you be able to return back here this evening?”

“For you? Of course.” He says as though he doesn’t even have to think about it.

You nod your head and take a few steps towards him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Goodbye Harry.”

“I’ll see you later, love.”

“C’est une belle journée.” Pierre says as the two of you walk side by side around a park, the spring heat light upon your skin as you do so. It’s a beautiful day.

“It is.” You say, not being able to pull your eyes away from the ground below you.

You knew that you shouldn’t be thinking about this at all, that it wasn’t fair to Pierre, but all you could think about was Harry. You couldn’t get the look of his face out of your head as you kissed his cheek and walked away, as though he felt like that was it between the two of you. You were still unsure of the decision that you were going to make, but once you found yourself stood at the top of some steps, looking out at the park below, you knew that you were to make your decision sooner of later.

“Is something bothering you?”

“No.” You shake your head, finally lifting your eyes to look at his, “Everything is swell, thank you.”

“Good.” He takes a step closer so that his fingers are brushing yours, “YN?”

“Yes?”

“We’ve known each other for a long time.” He says, and the two of you turn so that you’re facing each other, his hands gripping yours, “A very long time, and I was wondering whether I could ask you something?”

“We have.” You know what the question is before the words have left his lips, and you’re already beginning to prepare yourself for what you’re going to hear the next time he open his lips, “And you can.”

He clears his throat and fumbles within his inside pocket, drawing out what you know is a ring box. He lets go of your hand which he was still holding with his free one and drops down to his knee, using his other hand to open the small box.

“YN YLN.” He sighs, “Ma chérie. Will you marry me?”

The same feeling that you felt before overcomes you, when the whole world around you seems to be moving in slow motion. He looks so happy, his cheeks lifting in a wide grin that you can’t seem to shake from your sight. You can’t even bring yourself to look at the ring he had chosen for you, because it was at that time, seeing him on his knee, that you know what your answer is.

“I’m so sorry, Pierre.” You slip your bottom lip between your teeth, “I don’t think I can.”

“What?” His whole face drops, and guilt starts to wash over you. He immediately stands up, looking at you with wide eyes, “No?”

You shake your head, “I’m so sorry, Pierre.”

“I thought that you wanted to marry me.” He shakes his head, “Comment ai je pu être si stupide?” How could I have been so stupid?

“You haven’t. I promise you, Pierre.” You reach your hand forward to touch his arm, but he moves away from you, not wanting you to touch him you suppose, “I did want to marry you.”

“What has changed?” You look at him with sad eyes, tears threatening to spill and you watch the realisation flutter across his features, “He has.”

You drop your head, lifting your hand to wipe away the tears that had started to spill, “I’m so sorry.”

“Who is he?” His features switch to angry ones next, and his voice deepens and it shocks you to say the least, “You have never mentioned him and now you will not marry me because of him?”

“He’s an old friend from hime, like I said.” You repeat your words from the party last night, “I haven’t seen him since I moved here.”

“Do you love him?” The words are quick to leave his lips and you once again drop your head, in shame if you are completely honest, “Do you? I want to hear you say it?”

“I do.” His hostile tone scared you into answering, “I always have.”

“Did you ever love me?”

You shake your head, the little movement causing him to throw you one of the worst looks you’ve ever seen in your life and stalk away from you. Tears stream down your face, and you know that you probably look the worst you’ve ever looked in your life at this given moment but you couldn’t care less. You thought that you’d feel worse than you do, but you you feel more relieved than anything. You feel bad that you’ve had to break his heart, but the idea of going back home with Harry, seeing your family and saying that he is the man that you’re going to marry was enough for your heart to burst with excitement.

In your opinion, you couldn’t return home quick enough. The second you return to the house you’re fluttering around as quickly as possible, packing all the belongings that you’d need immediately when you returned but you knew that you could get the rest of your belongings shipped in at a later date.

The evening rolled around quicker that you had imagined it would, but you supposed time went quickly when you’re packing to go across the world with the love of your life. When you hear the knock at your door, you race to open it, not caring what people think because all you want is to see him.

You throw the door open, and there he is, stood in the exact same suit that you’d seen him in earlier. He did look tireder then he did earlier, but if you had spent the day worrying you probably would’ve looked worse than he did.

“Come in.” You open the door wider, so that he can step in, “Please.”

He takes a few seconds to look around at the entrance way to the house, his lips parting at the sheer size of it as you did when you first arrived. Aunt Jemima was an odd woman, you couldn’t lie, but she certainly knew how to pick a lovely house. You’d probably sell it now that you were going back to America.

He looked around for a while before he noticed your pile of belongings in the corner, all packed away and ready to leave.

His eyes meet yours and he looks as though he’s going to cry at any given moment, “Really?”

You nod your head, “I want to marry you, Harry. Always have.”

He takes two steps forward and places his lips on yours, his hands falling to your cheeks. It sent you back to four years ago, stood in the library after you’d just kissed him. You couldn’t believe that he was back with you, kissing your lips in the way that you had yearned for him too for so many years.

He pulls away and rests his head upon yours with a sigh, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Ever since that day. I should’ve done more.”

“It was my fault.” You thread your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, “I shouldn’t have left. I should have sulked for a while but gone back to you. I missed you so terribly.”

“I know why you did it.” He says, pressing another quick kiss to your lips, “I shouldn’t have proposed to your sister when it was you who made me happy. I knew that I shouldn’t have the second I said it, and I’m sorry for that.”

“We’ll start a fresh.” You whisper, resting your forehead upon his, “Forget everything that happened four years ago and start fresh. I love you, Harry. I always have.”

“I love you too.”

You lean forward and place your lips on his again, his hands resting comfortably upon your waist. It felt so familiar for you to be in his arms, his lips upon yours. He was the only person you had ever kissed, and now he’d be the only person that you’d ever kiss, and you certainly weren’t complaining about that.

“You may now kiss the bride!”

Harry smiles at you, and you beam up at him before the two of you lean forward and kiss each other. Cheers and applause erupt around the two of you, as well as confetti and flowers being thrown across the two of you as you walk down the aisle.

You had arrived a few months ago from Paris, and immediately thrown into trying to nurse Harry’s father back to health, which didn’t go to plan. It was hard on Harry, but he had you and that was the most important thing to him. His Father gave you his blessing for the marriage, saying that it was the best thing he’d heard in a while. The funeral was a few weeks later, and the two of you decided to have the wedding two months afterwards.

The two of you were moving into Harry’s house, across the road from the house that your mother and father still lived in. You had so many plans for what you wanted to do to with the place, seeing as though it was way too big for the two of you to live in on your own.

It was your wedding night, and you were walking up towards the front door of the house when you felt Harry’s arm slipping under your thighs. You squeal as he picks you up, wrapping your arms around Harry’s neck. Giggling, you lean forward and place a kiss to his cheek, causing the dimples to show within his cheeks.

“I love you, husband.” You say, smiling as he places you down in the entry way.

“I love you too.” He leans forward and places a kiss to your lips, “Wife.”

It was as though the atmosphere within the room changed the second he said that word. His hands found your hips, resting on the material of your dress. You took a step backwards, causing you to press your back against the inside of the door, your lips immediately attacked by his. Your hips involuntarily buck up to Harry’s, causing a groan to escape from his lips. After a few seconds, he pulls away, kissing down your neck.

“Harry.” You whisper, feeling a moan ready to tumble from your lips at the feeling of his teeth grazing your neck, “Take me upstairs.”

“Are you sure?” You nod your head and he’s quick to pick you up again, this time carrying you over his shoulder. You squeal and grip his shoulders to steady yourself, “Better give my wife what she wants.”

Once you were up the stairs safely, he placed you down and connected your lips again. The first thing you did once your feet touched the ground again, you gripped the edge of his suit jacket and pushed it off his shoulders, listening to the material tumble to the ground and drop.

“Can I take your shirt off?” You mumble against his lips and he hums, allowing you to unbutton his shirt and shrugging that material off of his shoulders. This was the most you’d seen of Harry naked, and another human being at that.

“What about you?” He says, walking you both back until he’s sat on the bed, “Can I see you?”

“You’ll have to help.” You giggle, turning around. He starts to unbutton your dress, letting the material slip from your body into a pile upon the floor. He starts to unfasten your corset next, allowing that to slip from your body also. You were very exposed now, and you knew that, but the way that Harry looked at you sent all of your worries flying from your head.

He leaned back on his arms and clambered back into his lap, similarly to the way you had done all those years ago when you first kissed in the library of this very house. You wrapped your arms around his neck, just has his rested upon the exposed skin of your waist.

“YN?” You hum against his lips, “Can I make you feel good?”

You pull away and nod, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. It made you feel nervous that he was going to see you in the way that he was but this was Harry, your husband and the person you had wished to be touching you and near to the years that you had been apart. He helps remove the rest of your undergarments until you’re completely naked in front of him, laying and waiting for whatever he is going to do to you. He removes his trousers and underwear as you do so. There’s something about seeing him like that causes your hear to flutter and the rest of you to follow it.

He hovers over you, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips before moving down your neck and to your chest until he reaches your breasts, pressing kiss to the plushy skin around it until he wraps his lips around your nipple, lifting his hand up to pinch the other one between his fingers.

“Fuck, love.” He smiles up at you as you whither beneath him, feeling all of your senses heightened at the feeling of him on your skin.

He kisses down from your breasts to your stomach until his face is directly where you want it the most, where you’re literally throbbing for him. Without any warning, he leans forward and starts to attack your clit with his tongue, causing your hips to buck up from the bed and moans threatening to spill from your lips. Your hand drops to the top of his head, tugging at the curls that rest there. You’ve never felt like this, ever, in your life and you believe that if you feel it too much you will become accustomed to it. Your thighs try to clamp around his head but he stops you from doing so by gripping your thighs with his hands. After a particularly hard tug of his curls, a moan erupts from Harry and vibrates against your clit causing you to shudder.

He moved one of his hands up from your thigh to run over your wet slit, “Can I?”

“Please.” You’re quite embarrassed about how breathy it comes out but once he slips one of his fingers in, and a whine escapes his lips you can’t be bothered to care about the sounds that are leaving your lips.

“I need to stretch you out.” He says, curling his finger in you, “Can I?”

You nod your head, “Please.”

He pushes another finger into you, leaning his head back down to attack your clit again. He’s quite gentle with his tongue, using it to make a skilled attack on your clit, using it and his fingers to coax you closer and closer to the first ever orgasm you are to experience.

“Harry.” You whine his name and the feeling washes over you quicker than you had expected it too, but at the same time the man knew what he was doing and you to bring you to that peak. He continued to move his fingers and kitten lick at your clit until your thighs stop shaking. Once you have, he moves up your body again and kisses you.

“Good?”

“Really good.” You laugh, wrapping your arm around his neck, “I want to feel you, H.”

“Certain? Because we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I do.” You place your hand on his cheek, pecking his lips, “I want to.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

You smile, “It’s going to hurt whether we do it now or later. I want to.”

It’s uncomfortable to say the least, the feeling contrasting the one that you had felt earlier. You weren’t in a lot of pain, but it made it a little harder to feel the pleasure that you know you can feel from this act, Lizzie had told you plenty about it when you were younger. Harry grunted as he pushed into you, scrunching up his features. From the way that little groans and deep breaths escaped his lips, you knew that he was feeling an immense amount of pleasure.

“Feel good?” He grunts against your neck, pressing a small kiss to the skin as you smile, running your nails down his back. You knew that he was close, from the way he twitched inside of you, and your tried everything to coax it out of him.

“Feel so good, love.” He comes soon after his words, spilling into you and filling you up.

He collapses on top of you and you hold him close to you, pushing his curls off of his forehead that have stuck. You giggle as his pouts his lips, leaning down to play a kiss to them.

“I love you so much.” You smile.

“And I, you.” He pulls you close, “You were never second best, I hope you know that.”

“I do now.”

Three Years Later

“Mary.” You smile, placing your hand on the back of the little girls shoulder, “That looks beautiful.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Styles.” She says, continuing to add the green paint to her painting.

You and Harry figured out not that long after what do with the large house you had been left by his father. With your art and French skills, and Harry’s love for reading and slight knowledge of simple maths, you decided to convert the house into a school for the kids in the village. It was a place for them to come without having to worry and learn and focus on new skills.

At this point you had just finished one of your art classes and left the kids to let their creativity flow with some paper and paints, as well as pencils and other materials for them to use. You were making your way outside, smiling at the sight of Harry sat in the garden with a group of children sat around him, listening to every word he spoke as he read from a book.

The next thing you saw was your sister, stood with her husband and her children. You were surprised to see your little boy, Oscar, sat comfortably in her arms. The second he sees you, he’s making grabby arms in your direction.

He had just turned one and was now in a phase of not wanting to walk but be carried everywhere. He was certainly his father’s son, in more ways than one. He looked identical to his father, with green eyes and unruly brown curls and dimples, but he was also the exact same person as your husband, and if you thought it was a struggle to live with one Harry Styles, having an Oscar Styles as well was just as hard.

“Hi baby.” You pick him up and place him on your hip, his hand resting on your neck lovingly. From the way he drops his head to your shoulder, you can tell he’s almost ready for his nap. You smile and press a kiss to his cheek.

Harry comes over a few seconds later and kisses you on the lips briefly and places a kiss to Oscar’s cheeks. The two of you look over at what you have created for the kids around you and smile at each other.

“I’m glad I didn’t give up on you.”

“Me neither.” You smile, “I love you, mon chéri.”

“I love you too.”

Oscar looks up at the two of you with a pout on his lips, causing Harry to chuckle, “And we love you too, little man.”

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