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shinsorokiri · 1 year

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The Rockstar and The Farmer

Sam x Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: language, spoilers for Sam’s 8 heart event, friendly Sebastian slander

A/N: Okay, so, I said a while ago that the wildest thing happened to me while played Stardew Valley, and it inspired me to write this. It’ll be two parts for sure, maybe three??? Depending on how I feel lol. But I LOVE Sam and this was pretty fun to write, hopefully, the second part will be out tomorrow/later this week.

part 1 [2] [3?]

You opened your eyes, hearing your rooster scream as your own personal alarm clock. You lay in bed for a moment, reaching out and petting your pup, laying right next to you on your full-sized bed. The morning sun is shining in through your window and warming you up through the glass. These mid-summer mornings on your farm reassure you that you made the right choice in taking it over. You smile to yourself, sitting up and stretching out before getting up and beginning to get dressed for the day. You hear the pitter-patter of your dog’s feet as you prepare yourself a light breakfast, knowing you only need to supervise your crops since the newest gadget you’d made to water them. Honestly, those sprinklers are lifesavers.

You eat what you made, quickly slipping some additional food to your pet, and placing your dishes in the sink. You grab your gardening gloves and throw your bag across your shoulder, ready to go check your crops and animals. You throw open your door, looking down at your dog running out, only for you to hear a soft grunt. You look up to be met with the big eyes of Sam. His hand is up in a knocking position, telling you he was about to make his presence known before you opened the door. And the way he’s regaining his footing tells you your dog bumped into him while running out of the door. You giggle. “Hey, Sam.”

“Hi, farmer… guess what? My band is playing a show tonight. In Zuzu City,” he says, recovering quickly from the awkward start of this interaction, and quickly becoming excited again. “Sam, that’s great!” you say, and he nods, smiling. “Yeah! And you’re invited!” he wiggles his arms above his head in a dancing motion, causing you to laugh. If you were paying closer attention, you would have noticed the blush dusting his cheeks and the fond smile that formed on his face. After all, he did just hear his favorite sound. “Meet me at the bus stop around 12:00 this afternoon to leave for the show. You better be there!” he says, starting to walk backward off of your porch and pointing at you, a smile still on his face. You smile and nod. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, rockstar,” you tease, slightly, and see his expression get even brighter somehow before running off in the direction of Marnie’s ranch. He must be telling everyone in town about it.

Knowing that he got up early just to come let you know about his show makes your heart beat faster, but since he’s telling everyone, you were probably just a stop in the road. Nothing to dwell on… right? Your pup’s noises bring you out of your daydream, noticing them at their empty water bowl. “Okay, okay! I’m coming!” you say, stepping out onto the porch and reaching to your right to grab your watering can, only to notice it isn’t there. You glance behind you, spotting it next to your house plants, recalling that yesterday was watering day for your indoor plants. You walk in, your door closing behind you. As much as you love your grandfather’s old cabin, Robin was right, it’s definitely janky in some aspects. One of these aspects being that your front door will NOT stay open no matter how much you will it to. You grab the can and take a moment to check over your plants inside, making sure none mysteriously began wilting throughout the night, when you hear a knock at your door. Your eyebrows furrow, wondering who else would need to talk to you at this hour. You open your door only to see the mother of the person who just visited you. “Good morning, Jodi,” you smile at her and she grins back, clutching her side and letting out a large huff of air. You notice she has to catch her breath before she speaks, and because of it, she places her hand in front of her mouth, chuckling a bit. Probably an attempt to cover it up. “…hi, (Y/n)!” A pant. “Whew… that was quite a workout, walking all the way up here,” she says and you nod. “It can be a lot, especially first thing in the morning.”

She nods, standing up straight and taking another breath before speaking again. “Anyway… I came by to ask if you wanted to have dinner with us tonight! With Sam’s show and his birthday in two days, I figured it would be nice to have a fancy family dinner and since you two are so close, I figured he’d enjoy having you there too,” she says, and you grin. “Will Seb and Abi be there too?”

“Oh, maybe, you know them, never giving a solid answer to anything. But, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, don’t feel obligated I know it’ll be a hectic day. If you do decide to come, though, could you please bring a largemouth bass with you?”

“The lake one? Not to be confused with the smaller variety of the same fish found in rivers?” you say, making a bad fishing joke. Like, really bad. Like, that might not even classify as a joke and could just be a thing that you said, bad. Willy is rubbing off on you. But luckily, bad jokes (if you can call it that) are Jodi’s favorite. She laughs, nodding. “That’s right. One of those big, slimy fish from the lake. I need one for the casserole I’m making,” she explains and you nod. “That is absolutely doable, Jodi.”

“Okay! Well… it’ll be at our house around 7:00 pm tonight… don’t forget the largemouth bass! Okay! Bye!”

With that, she starts her trek back to her house. You quickly run to your well, filling your watering can and rushing to fill up the water bowl. You have to go to the lake and fast. If you want to look good for Sam- er… good for the band, you have to set aside some time for you to get ready, and now you need to catch this fish. Luckily, you know exactly what type of bait this type of slimy guy likes, so it shouldn’t take too long. But still. You want to look nice and maybe not smell like a body of water. You do the time math in your head and quickly run around your farm, checking everything and making sure your animals look happy and healthy. As soon as you’re done, you run off to the lake. You silently curse at yourself, realizing you forgot to check the psychic on the TV, meaning you had no idea whether the spirits are happy or upset today. Would you have luck? Who knows. Well, someone knows... just not you. You wave and smile at Linus, who returns the wave with a grin, before settling next to the lake and putting bait on your rod. You toss it out and wait. While waiting, your thoughts wander off to Sam.

You couldn’t deny the feelings you’ve formed for him in your time here. He was constantly inviting you to things with him, Seb, and Abigail throughout your first month, and he would make sure to talk to you at least once every day. Not to mention he would send you memes and jokes all the time. The two of you are, in fact, very close. Some could even consider the two of you best friends. And you were fine with that until about a week and a half ago when you went to visit him in the morning. You figured you’d stop by and say hello and let him know you were heading up to the mines. It’s good to have someone know where you’re going, and you would get to talk to your bestie. Win-win, you know? Since you had such a great relationship with Jodi, you’re allowed to just let yourself inside their house, so you walk through the door, careful to kick your boots off as to not dirty Jodi’s floor. You know how hard she works on that. You sigh, knowing that you’re about to drip on the floors (which she assures isn’t an issue, it’s just the mud from your boots she worries about) and you walk through the empty living room to the kitchen. “G’morning, Jodi,” you say, and she glances behind her, smiling at you. “Good morning, (Y/n).”

“(Y/N)!” Vincent yells your name, running towards you from the hallway into the kitchen. You laugh and crouch down, grabbing him from under his armpits and lifting him up, spinning him around. He lets out a little giggle and you smile up at him. “Hey there, big guy, did you sleep okay?” you ask, placing him back down and he nods. “I had a dream, and you were in it! You, me, Sam, and Jas were all adventuring into the scary barred gate we saw that one time and you were protecting us from the monster!” he starts recounting his dream when you hear a chuckle coming from the hallway. You glance up from Vincent and your eyes land on Sam. He’d just woken up, so his hair wasn’t all styled and you could see how unruly his mullet actually was. But with the morning sun shining on him from the back and the front thanks to the wonderful placement of the windows in his lovely household. It literally made him glow. His green eyes were lit up, even though you could see the exhaustion in them. And has his smile always been that pretty? Or is the sun playing tricks on you? And you could swear there was a light blush on his face. Was that always there? You blink a couple times, realizing you’d been staring, and turn your eyes back to Vincent. “Sounds like you had fun in your dream, huh Vince?” he says, and you notice that not only is his voice deeper in the morning, but you could hear a bit of his Zuzu City accent coming through. And honestly, you wouldn’t be upset if you heard him talk like that every morning. Vincent nods, and Jodi places a plate of eggs on the table, causing him to jump up into his seat and eat his breakfast before going off to play with Jas. You turn your attention back to Sam, and grin, giving him a small wave. “Morning.”

“G’morning. The spirits must be happy today if you decided to visit us first thing,” he says, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. You feel your neck to your ears start heating up, but you give a small laugh. “Well, you know me, your good luck charm.” You proceeded to walk with him to his room and talk a bit before letting him know where you were heading. You could swear you saw his smile falter, but you were probably just imagining things. He made you pinky promise to come knock on his window after you were out (knowing that you stay in the mines decently late), and then you left. But ever since that day, you’d noticed just how… beautiful Sam actually was. And how much you enjoyed being around him and hearing him play his guitar, and sing his songs, and all his cute little quirks and how his city accent sometimes comes out when he’s drunk or too excited or angry or tired and- YANK!

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you get a bite. You start reeling the fish in, a short but fierce battle before pulling it out of the water. To your surprise and delight, it’s a largemouth bass. And not only that, it’s a GREAT quality largemouth bass. You immediately toss it in your cooler and start to walk back to your farm. You check the time and walk faster. It’s 10AM, giving you about two hours to get ready and head to the bus station. That’s more than ideal, and you feel the excitement start to seep into you as you hurry home. It takes you about an hour and forty-five minutes to get all ready, making sure you look great. And you do. You double-check your animals and crops before hurrying to the bus station. You walk up to the bus, watching as Shane walks on. Sam, who is right next to the bus with Sebastian on Abigail on either side of him, looks around at everyone with his eyes narrowed and jaw set. He looks nervous. Like he’s searching for someone, and then his eyes meet yours. You can see him physically relax and a small smile stretches across his features. “Hi (Y/n). Thanks for coming,” he says as you approach him. You don’t notice the knowing glance that Sebastian and Abigail share before they slowly walk onto the bus and give you two some privacy. “I told you I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Sam, you don’t need to thank me. I’m always gonna be Goblin Destroyer’s number one fan.” You swear the look he gives you makes your heart skip. The fondness in his eyes causes you to smile and look down, too flustered to continue looking into his eyes. You both hear a loud noise, and he turns his head, seeing Pam give him a thumbs up. “Well, our gear’s loaded already. Looks like everything’s set,” he says, grabbing your hands and beginning to bounce up in down in excitement. You giggle and bounce with him as he glances around, using his “loud voice” to grab everyone’s attention. “Alright everyone… let’s get on the bus!”

Everyone starts loading on, and you can’t help but notice Sam doesn’t let go of you to let you get on by yourself. And next thing you know, the two of you are seated next to each other. The two of you just talk for a while, when you notice his leg start bouncing and he’s drying his hands off on his cargo pants. “Sam? You okay?” He gulps. “…I’m starting to get really nervous,” he admits, looking at you with a frightened expression. “Hey, you’re gonna do great! I’ve heard you rehearse so many times and I know how talented you are, okay? And nerves are just misplaced excitement when it comes to things like this. You just care so much, it makes sense that you just wanna do your best,” you assure him, and he gives you a small smile. You reach over and grasp his hand in yours, giving it a little squeeze. “And I’ll be in the front row, so if you start feeling like this at any time during the performance, just pretend it’s us in your room.” He smiles down at your hands and squeezes back. “…Thank you, (Y/n).” He doesn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the trip until the bus slows to a stop and Pam announces to everyone that the bus has arrived. The show was an early one, and they were the opening act of sorts. Of course, you would be staying for the other band's full performance, though. He glances at you, giving you a small grin. “Okay, here we are… wish me luck!”

Everyone gets off the bus, and you go over to Jodi and Vince, talking with them for a while. You also approach Shane, Emily, Penny, Maru, Elliott, and Leah before Seb, Abi, and Sam walk onstage. You hear the crowd clap and Sam jumps in surprise at how many people there are. You see him glancing around the crowd, before clearing his throat and speaking into the microphone in front of him. “Hi everyone. We’re from Pelican Town… er… and we’re called Goblin Destroyer!” More cheers, including yourself. Sam smiles and glances down at you before continuing. “This first song is about farming, mining, and chopping wood.” With that, Abigail starts counting them in with her drumsticks before they start playing. You’ve heard the lyrics a million times now, but you can’t help but smile and jump around with the melody the whole time. You do for every single one of their songs. Their set finally finishes, and the crowd cheers for them. Sam hypes up the main act for a while and lets the crowd know that their demos are for sale before they leave the stage, and come down to meet everyone else. Everyone crowds around them, yelling their praises. “Woooh! That was great!”

“Nice work, guys!”

“I really loved that heavy breakdown at the end.”

“Thanks, everyone,” Sam says, and then smiles at you, “But you really should be thanking (Y/n)! Without their help, we’d never have decided what kind of music to make in the first place!”

Penny turns to look at you with a pleasant expression on her face. “So you’re like an honorary member of the band then?”

“Damn right they are!” Sam exclaims, pulling you into a side hug. You have to pretend like you don’t want to be swallowed up by his arms right then and there, but luckily the main act begins playing and you all start vibing to their sound. Though you can’t help but notice that for the rest of the performance, Sam’s arm barely ever leaves your waist.

By the end, everyone starts piling back in the bus again, and you take your seat next to Sam. He’s practically buzzing after his performance, and you can’t help but stare at him for a bit. He looks good. And, yeah, okay, he always looks good but he looks GOOD right now. You can practically feel the happiness exuding from him, and it shows. Not to mention he’s still a little sweaty from performing, and his hair has lost a little bit of its sticking up with gel style. To others, it probably looked like he needed a shower but to you? He looked absolutely breathtaking. “What are ya staring at, farmer?” His voice has a teasing tone to it, and you quickly look away. You clear your throat and glance back at him, only to see a smug smirk on his face. Seems like performing brought his confidence back at least. You awkwardly point toward his head and mutter out, “Your hair is a little messed up…” in a pathetic attempt to make it seem like you weren’t staring at your best friend because he looked hot as hell. He glances upwards, chuckling and running his hand through his hair. “I’ll fix it later… you did like the show… right?”

“Of course I did!” you reassure him, and he smiles. “Good. You know… I wasn’t lying when I said you were a huge help...” he brings his hand to the back of his neck and you grin at him. “All I did was suggest what type of music you should play,” you insist, and he shakes his head. “And help me with lyrics, and help me with song ideas, and sat in my room with me and helped me figure out what sounded good and what didn’t, and-”

“Okay. Okay, maybe I did help a lot.”

“You did,” he assures, gently knocking his shoulder into yours. A smile breaks out on your face and you glance over at him. “Seriously though, thanks for coming. Guess you really are my good luck charm,” he jokes and you smirk. “Obviously, who else would be?”

“Sebastian.”

“Um, excuse me? The forlorn wizard who is too scared to ask out his childhood crush,” how hypocritical of you to say, “and laments in the rain while petting frogs would be a better good luck charm? You know, I play wizard in The Solorian Chronicles, too, Seb always just beat me to it, and every time he’s the wizard I can’t help but notice he isn’t a very good good luck charm for you,” you huff, and Sam starts laughing. Hard. “Woah, woah, woah, calm down there mage. You’re right, it’s not him, it’s definitely you. We should really do something about getting them together, though, now that you mention it.” You nod and make an approving noise. “Fuck yeah I’m your good luck charm.” Cue more giggles from Sam, making a smile break out on your face. Little did you know, this whole time the two of have been talking, Jodi has been observing you. She’s not blind, especially when it comes to her son. She can tell that there’s something more than a best friend relationship between the two of you, and maybe, just maybe, she also is holding on to that idea because she’s also good friends with you. While, yes, she did just want you to come over for dinner tonight, she really was hoping tonight would be the night that you turned from her little boy’s best friend into his partner. She can tell that it’s getting consistently harder for him to pretend that he doesn’t like you romantically. He’s lucky you were too busy playing with Vincent to see the lovesick look he had on his face when looking at you the morning that Vince’s yells and giggling woke him up earlier than usual. She knew at that moment that the chance of you becoming her in-law was a high probability. Okay, maybe she’s getting a bit carried away here, but she can tell that there’s something going on there. Especially when she notices Sam not so subtly throw his arm around your shoulder and instead of responding negatively, you just lean into him further and lay your head on his shoulder. Jodi could practically die right then and there.

The two of you remained that way for the rest of the bus ride, formulating a plan to get Seb and Abigail together. “We could maybe do something tonight if they come over for dinner,” you suggest, and Sam raises his eyebrow. “I didn’t realize mom invited them over for dinner,” he says and you cock your head to the side. “Well, she invited me, so I just assumed she would invite them too, since... y’know… Goblin Destroyer and all…” you say, and Sam shrugs. “They didn’t mention anything to me, and neither did mom… but that’s fine! We don’t need to do it tonight… you said she invited you though, yeah?” he asks, his voice sounding a little nervous. You nod, “Yeah… yeah she came over shortly after you this morning. When we get back I’m gonna go grab the fish she asked me to get and then head over to your place and help her prepare.”

“Cool… cool, that’s great! I didn’t realize we’d be spending all day together, but… hey, I’m not complaining,” he says and you smile. “Me either.” Conveniently, you feel the bus come to a stop, signifying you’re back in Pelican Town. Sam reluctantly takes his arm off of you, and you can’t help but notice it seems a little colder without it there. “Seb, Abigail, and I are gonna unload our gear, so I’ll see you in like… an hour? Or so?” You nod.

“Yeah, see you then.”

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astroluvr · 2 years

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Tired

summary: jack has been working hard without giving himself a break, so when he comes home, you help him work through it.

a/n: i'm doing my best to get out of a writing slump (and thank y'all for being patient and understanding, i appreciate it), so i'm getting back to my roots- short, sweet, and mediocre, but i still hope u enjoy!! hopefully, i can get into a better groove and write something better, but in the mean time... this is all i got lol!

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Jack was tired.

Truthfully, he was exhausted and he could feel it in every capacity. He was tired of his nagging headaches from the moment he woke up to the moment he laid down, he was tired of hearing the airplane safety speech every other day, he was even growing tired of trying to perfect the same beat for days on end while he was being fitted for this or that. He was just tired, in a way that a nap or long slumber couldn’t fix. He was tired and needed to rest- and the only remedy was you.

When Jack came into your shared home, he could see the blue light from the living room with your feet propped on the couch. Your giggle sounded from the dark room and he trudged closer to you, feeling an almost magnetic pull to you. Even his wedding band seemed to tighten around his thick finger.

“Baby?” Jack asked, as if you weren’t right there, underneath your favorite weighted blanket and a much-too-big bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch balanced on your healthy, swollen stomach.

There were bags under your eyes- much less than his own, but they were filled with love and surprise as he entered the room, toeing off his New Balances between a few steps. A grin broke out against your face, as you set the bowl down on your coffee table and waddled towards him in one of his old shirts that strained against your stomach and gave him the perfect view of your stretch marks.

“Hi, baby!” you giggled, grabbing his cheeks and kissing his lips repeatedly. The small flakes of cinnamon finding a place on his pink lips. “Hi, I missed you. I didn’t think you were getting home until tomorrow afternoon. I was supposed to pick you up and everything.”

“I took the earliest flight they had. I didn’t want to be there any longer.” he rasped, hugging you close. You frowned at the way he spoke, but the attention you were about to give it was cut short by a few thumps against your stomach and nearly breaking down at the feeling of your baby’s feet against his lower stomach.

“There she is.” you smiled, splaying your hands against the sides of your stomach proudly.

Jack mustered up the energy to squat down- like he always did, and lift up your shirt to press firm kisses onto the skin. Your hand found home in the messy curls on his head and you massaged at his scalp gently while he cooed.

“Missed your daddy, huh?” his voice was usually cocky from being an expectant father, but tonight it was more solemn and slow. “Yeah, he missed you, too. Missed you so fuckin’ much, baby girl.”

Your heart pattered and your grip in his hair tightened as you urged to pull him away, but he only wrapped his arms around your lower back and pressed his forehead against your bump. “Jack?”

“How’d the ultrasound go? The entire appointment, tell me.” he sniffled, purposely hiding his face even though you could feel his tears running down your skin.

“Um, it was good. She’s just a little over the average weight, so she’s very healthy. Next time I go, they’ll do the 3D ultrasound. I’m so excited. Do you think we’ll be able to tell which one of us she’ll look like more?”

You tried to offer a cheerful subject change. Any time the two of you discussed your baby, it almost always turned into a playful debate about who she would look more like. Of course, it always boiled down to a sickeningly sweet series of compliments about what you both hoped she inherited from the other. Jack was firm in his stance that she would look more like him, and if it wasn’t for your pride, you would admit that you did, too.

Jack didn’t give in, though, he just kissed your stomach and looked up at you with his watery blue eyes. “And what about you? Did they say anything?”

“Nope, I’m healthy. Except for the fact that I’ve been worrying about how she’s going to come out of me. It was much easier to get her in.” you laughed softly at your own joke, but Jack didn’t budge as he took a deep breath and looked down at your stomach again.

You knew your husband like the back of your hand, so you knew that during times like this, he needed time to get used to his emotions. He needed to feel everything in its capacity before he could let it go, and no matter how hard- or sometimes frustrating, it was for you to wait those days or weeks for him to give in, you knew you had to. There was nothing more you could offer him than the quick swipe under his eyes or gentle kiss to the top of his head until he was ready.

“Why haven’t you been getting enough sleep?”

“What do you mean, J?” you asked, playing coy even though the evidence was all there.

“You’re up at two in the morning eating cereal- which better not be your dinner,” he said firmly, causing your cheeks to warm when he pinched your thigh gently. “And your eyes are dark. I can tell you’re tired.”

“I can tell you’re tired, too. Much more than I am.” you rebuttaled as your husband stood up and towered over you. His body was slightly leaning into yours with his hands steadying to your stomach.

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one carrying our child.” he responded, his face growing stern. “And I know this isn’t the first or second time it’s happened.”

“I just haven’t been able to sleep very well. I’m seven months pregnant, I’m huge.”

“You never had trouble adjusting before, so why now? Last time I was home, you were just as big and sleeping perfectly fine. What’s the problem now?” he pushed, and you sighed.

You could sugarcoat it, but that would only make it worse. Or you could lie, but there was no good outcome for you, given that Jack hated when you lied about your wellbeing. You didn’t have any way to effectively weasle your way out of the tension-filled conversation, so with soft eyes meeting Jack’s, you shrugged.

“I just can’t sleep without you.” you murmured, and watched Jack’s face drop in a way that made your heart break.

He had already felt so much guilt the past few months with your pregnancy, no matter how many times you told him that you were going to make do. There was so much Jack had pushed together to make sure he could be the best possible father when your daughter was born.

“It’s not anything to do with your schedule lately, I’ve always just been attached to you, J. We both know that. I just miss you when you’re not here.” you explained gently, feeling overwhelmed by the sad look in his eyes. “Jack?”

Without saying another word, Jack just shut his eyes and let his chest cave before he broke down into sobs. Almost instinctually, you were wrapping your arms around him and pulling him to the couch. You hated the way he sounded, the way his body trembled against yours, and the way he clutched the shirt you wore. You rocked him gently and pursed your lips to contain your emotions.

“I’m sorry.” he cried, pulling away from your neck and shaking his head. “I’m not here enough, I-I don’t do enough, I’m sorry.”

“Stop that, Jack.” you murmured firmly, wiping his face free of tears. “Don’t beat yourself up.”

“You can’t sleep because I’m never home!” he exclaimed, tears brimming over his eyes. “Fuck, I’m something to everybody and I don’t even care about that shit- I just want to be enough for you. And for her. That's it.” he choked out, and you were sure that you were starting to cry yourself. “I don’t even care about anyone else except you and our family, baby, but I still owe everyone something.”

Hearing Jack talk about himself in such a way genuinely hurt you. You could only imagine how long these thoughts had been troubling him.

“Jack, you’re enough already. You’re more than enough.” you tried, and he sniffled before wiping his eyes on your shoulder. “But you’re also one person.”

You kissed his nose when he finally looked at you, narrowing your eyes at him to push your point. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You couldn’t ever lose me, so don’t even start to worry about that.” you pulled his face back and gripped his face. “What would make you say something like that, J?”

“I’m never home. You treat me being in another country for three days like it’s a normal workday. Every night I’ve come home late, you’re knocked out on the couch, and fuck, I missed my baby girl’s ultrasound. You deserve better than this.”

“I can’t get better than you, Jack. I know you’re having a really tough time believing that right now, but I genuinely can’t.”

“Maybe before, b-but now, with all the touring and the press.” you heard the strain of his voice as he continued to list out.

“Jack, how many times have I told you that you’re the first man I’ve ever loved? And not because you’re my husband or I know you’d flip the second you realized that there was anyone before you-” you stopped to smile at Jack’s soft laugh and the kiss he left on the hand that he was holding. “I say that, because I mean it. Because you’re funny and talented and driven and I’ve never met anyone like you, so how could I love anyone like you? Ever since I met you, I have laughed and smiled, and been so, so happy. I love you.”

Jack wiped a tear from his eye and shook his head before coaxing you to straddle his lap and face him. Your stomach left a gap between you, but Jack only looked at it lovingly as he rubbed his hands against your warm skin.

“I love you, too. I-I just can’t stop thinking about how much I’m missing. I feel guilty.”

“You need a break, Jack.” you said, pressing your forehead to his as he let go of a deep breath.

“I can’t right now. There’s so much to do and if I don’t do it now, it’s just going to come back later.”

“It doesn’t have to be a long one. You just need some time, baby.”

“I want to.” he admitted, and you knew it took a lot out of him to say so. “I’ll make some calls tomorrow. See if I can take a couple of weeks off before she’s born.”

“If you need me to, I’ll do it.” you offered, and a grateful smile graced his face.

“Thank you, Y/N. And I mean for everything.” he pulled you impossibly closer and wrapped his arms around you tightly. “For being there, putting up with me and my shit even when it’s the last thing you should have to worry about.”

“I know the man I married, and I love him for all that he is.” you reassured, pecking him softly and Jack blushed.

There was a moment of silence where you bathed in each other’s presence, your hearts beating in sync with the other’s as you melted into the couch. Before you could even give Jack the kiss you were both yearning for, the scent of your soggy cereal caught your nose and you couldn’t help but give in. Jack laughed and shook his head as you rolled off of his lap and grabbed the bowl.

You crossed your legs and raised the bowl to pat your lap invitingly. Jack took you up on it without a beat of hesitance and kissed your stomach as he looked up at you lovingly. “You aren’t going to be allowed to have dinner at one in the morning when I’m home- especially not if you’re eating cereal.”

“Take that up with your daughter.” you talked around a mouthful of cereal and rubbed your stomach. “Not my fault.”

“Mmhmm.” he lifted up half-way before his tired body gave out.

“Ready for bed?” you asked him softly and he shook his head before cuddling into you. “You’re exhausted.”

“I’m just going to sleep right here. We’re going to stay here.”

“Whatever you want, J.” you said as you leaned over to kiss his temple and rake through his tangled curls.

#just leaving this here #it was gonna be longer but if i made it any longer it was never gonna get finished lol #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #fan fiction #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow blurb #bf!jack

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Stupid pranks

Summary: You pull a prank on Riki but he takes his revenge

Pairing: Riki X Female Reader

Warnings: use of YN, both Riki and YN are silly, really bad sense of humor (sorry lol)

-Tomorrow is April Fools' Day and I still don't know what prank I should pull on Riki...- You were thinking while sitting in bed, waiting for your boyfriend to come so you could sleep together. -Maybe I could hide his favorite T-Shirt somewhere... No, I already did it last year... Then what can I do? Oh yes I know!- Riki hated waking up, especially alone, so he really enjoyed cuddling with you in the morning to get ready for the hard day. Not finding you there tomorrow would surely make him upset.

Finally, after 16756839 hours spent inside there, he got out of the bathroom. He jumped on the bed beside you then he turned off the light on the nightstand.

-Goodnight babe, hope you'll have a nightmare- you whispered

-Hope you'll have a nightmare too- he replied

Time skips- the next morning

It was 6 a.m. when your alarm rang. You quickly turned it off so Riki wouldn't hear it and wake up. Usually he would get up half an hour later, so you really had time to get ready and leave. When you got out of the room tho you had your whole body covered with bruises 'cause your attempt to find your clothes in the dark led you to bump on basically every piece of furniture in the room.

It kinda hurt, but it was really worth it.

You picked up your bag and left your shared apartment right before he woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes he started looking for you. Not finding you in the room, he got up (guys this is a MIRACLE) and started searching you in the rest of the house. When he realized you weren't there he started getting worried. Where could you be at that hour?

He took his phone to call you, but when he looked at the screen he saw what day it was and he understood everything. It was just a prank. He started to think how to prank you back. Then he got an idea-a cruel idea.

Time skips- in the afternoon

You were sitting in a cafeteria, chilling and sipping on your bubble tea, when you got a call from Jake.

-H-hey Yn...- he sounded kinda worried

-Oh hey Jake, is everything alright?-

-Not really..-

-Why? What happened?-

-Uhh... I don't really know how to tell you.... So we were practicing "Drunk-Dazed" and Riki fell and hit his head pretty hard on the floor... He fainted and now he's not waking up anymore...-

Your heartbeat increased every time he spoke. Your eyes started getting teary and your voice cracked when you said: - What? No, it can't be true...- you almost started sobbing while talking

He replied: - It's true... Do you want to come over to see him?-

You were about to answer Jake's question but then you heard him and Riki giggling in the back so you understood he planned this prank to get his revenge.

-Actually- you replied -Nevermind. I think I'll go over to my ex instead. He was 10 times better than Ki haha-

You heard your boyfriend screaming then saying: - YOUR EX WAS WHAT?! L/N Y/N COME HERE NOW! -

-No Never haha!

-You little silly... How you dared to say that?-

-Bruh you got me scared af with your prank!-

-But you didn't stay with me this morning!

-Aish ok ok I'll make it up to you tonight-

-YAY!-

And in fact that night you cuddled the whole time, and he wouldn't let you go for any reason, afraid you might leave him there again (such a kid help).

#nishimura riki #riki enha #niki enhypen #enhypen #nishimura riki x you #riki x you #riki x y/n #enhypen x you #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x yn #enhypen soft thoughts #april fool's day #enhypen crack #kpop ff

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sweetdreamspootypie · 5 days

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🙃

I'm flying out tomorrow

Had a good night tonight

But

Vent / processing / just capturing some of the stuff I've been thinking about

It's so strange how different my worldview is because I'm a Covid nurse

Or maybe everyone else is insane

Who is to say

TW car accident, child injury

Managed to go see the last set of cousins tonight

My aunt was like

" oh yeah last few days I've been really sick

Had a really bad flu

Still coughing actually

But we don't believe in taking to our beds for just a flu lol"

And my cousin mentioned she doesn't know when the last time she took a RAT test was. Didn't even recognize the name. Said "oh yeah that's kind of outdated"

And NOBODY I've talked to has even been aware that there are still Covid booster vaccines happening and relevant?

They only ever had the initial course of 3 or 4 and then stopped? Didn't even know that further boosters are a thing at all?

and cousin told me that you don't take time off work for Covid here because it's not considered life threatening anymore

What the fuck is wrong with england

Why would you invite guests over if you actively have the flu?

Fuck man

Like it was actually a pretty good evening and it will probably be fine

But it's just so weird seeing the increasing divide in basic values

Like yeah I value hard work and discipline and etc etc and I want to get better at it

But how do these people value self care so little?

Idk I'm just hyper aware of it as well bc of my family's thing with chronic fatigue syndrome and how precarious wellbeing is

But also stuff like

Hard work is "being responsible" because idk doing your part at work on the project or whatever

But in my line of work

If I don't rest

If I don't eat or take my breaks or I haven't been sleeping well or burn out

Then I cannot provide the healthcare to others that is needed

I've got such vivid visceral memories of standing there as I'm realizing I need to hit the medical emergency big red button, at times when I'm over tired and not feeling my best self

Feeling my words and thoughts running like treacle and just being so aware of oh shit I'm not actually up for being responsible for this right now actually

And when I'm in that state and the adrenaline hits, it just makes it worse

I can feel my heart pounding in my ears and my dehydration headache and having to muster ok I have to be reassuring and communicative and make sure I'm dexterous enough to manage a complex situation

And if I can't manage it, people get hurt

And there's a very real risk that someone gets closer to death than they needed to, or would have if I had been on the ball and my best self

The other day, on Monday

I had a coffee at 12 noon

It was a really nice rich mocha from a chocolate specialist

I'm not accustomed to caffeine any more these days, so I was awake until 4am Monday night

On Tuesday night, despite being tired, I was also awake til 3am because of the disturbance to my sleep schedule it caused

On Wednesday, I was feeling gross from the sleep disturbance. I went to my room and tried to take an afternoon nap

At 4pm on Wednesday, there was a car accident outside of our house. A car hit a 3 year old child crossing the road with his mother.

My dad came to get me because I'm a nurse and that's my job.

When he came in I was in a groggy half asleep haze

I had my shoes on and was out the door but was still carrying a head of groggy haze

The kid was fine

Someone else was checking him out, asking all the right questions

And within a couple of minutes an ambulance arrived, and got to do a further assessment

It looked like the child had a bit of a bumped knee, probably from where he fell, but was otherwise just fine

Mum with him was being a champion at visibly keeping it together until tonight after the kids are put to bed, when she'll fall apart

I was able to be there to see that it was under control and looked on until the ambulance arrived

But I was so aware that I wouldn't able to clearly speak. Wouldn't be able to project calming competence with even just the simple fact of introducing myself as a health worker available if needed

Everything was fine

But if it hadn't been

I would not have been able to fulfil my role

Because I hadn't taken proper care of myself

I'm going to remember my guilt over one badly planned coffee I had on Monday, for years

Because my job is to be the one who knows how to make it alright when everything is wrong

Why the fuck can't other people do the simple things like isolate if sick

And not expose illness to people going back to the home of their 89 year old grandmother

I don't want to live to work

I want to live well

And wellness and happiness are important values and resources

And not contradictory with working hard to make progress on goals

People need to learn to rest

I didn't realize how bad it was

#My posts #My life #Vent #Plagueblogging #Processing #Using Tumblr as a diary #It would be fine but bc I'm already feeling ick from the sleep loss #I don't know #I have been helpful with Dadi's foot wound though #Which feels good #Just being able to be an educated opinion #Tw car accident #Cw child injury #Kid is fine

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I'm not sure if this has been done yet but...Could you do Jumin with an mc (his wife) who has lack of sleep from chatting at night? Like she's tired during the day and keeps bumping into random stuff? She might have almost stepped on Elizabeth the 3rd Can you make it funny+ fluff?

Jumin x Mc - Lack of sleep

Hello there! I didn’t write anything like that before (at least I can’t remember, lol)

Hope you like it!

Jumin suddenly heard a quite loud noise when he was just about to get to work from spending his lunch together with you in the penthouse. The black haired man quickly got up and approached the room from where the sound came, hoping for the best. ,,My love, are you alright?’’ he asked you and opened the door, his heart almost skipping a beat from being so nervous and concerned. You were rubbing your head when Jumin opened the door to your room, looking at you as you were standing in front of the closet. Just now, Jumin noticed the bags below your eyes. ,,Oh, yes, sorry. I somehow walked into the wardrobe,’’ you told him. ,,Then shall we replace it with another color so that you can see it better?’’ he asked you and already had his phone in his hand to check the shop. ,,Nooo, Jumin!’’ you laughed and approached him to hold him back, almost tripping and landing - luckily - in his arms. Jumin enjoyed the touch of your body in his arms, but he still wondered why you were behaving so oddly. You seemed tired and weak and no matter how many vitamins he made sure to buy for you or how often he tried to take a walk with you, nothing seemed to help you. ,,It’s okay, I am just a bit sleepy. But now, go to work. Jaehee will be worried!’’ you laughed and almost pushed him out of his own place. Jumin was unsure about your behavior for a short moment, but decided to keep going until he noticed that you were nonstop in the chatrooms for the past few days at night.

You were either chatting with Yoosung, Seven, or Zen, sometimes even Jaehee when she woke up for some reason. Jumin noticed pretty quickly what was going on. ,,Asisstant Kang, clear my Schedule for this afternoon and tomorrow. I have an important matter to take care of,’’ he said over the phone, causing Jaehee to almost fall into despair. He didn’t even care to come to his company’s office. ,,I noticed that lately I didn’t make sure that you got your eight hours of sleep. I should care more. I’m sorry, my love. From today on, I will make sure to take your phone and read something to you at night,’’ he said, smiling brightly at you when he returned home. You watched Jumin with an open mouth - you were happy to see him through. ,,Okay, so what are we going to do now with the afternoon?’’ you asked him and let him inside once again. Jumin decided that the two of you should perhaps try to try to bake a cake together. The idea was quickly taken back after you were about to crack the egg on top of the cat’s white fur. ,,I can’t understand why you want to stay up so late at night,’’ he mumbled after he got you in your shared bed after a few laughs and a relaxing afternoon. ,,I have my time and I have the feeling I can do much more at night. The time…just passes… Besides, even if I want to go to sleep, my mind won’t calm down. My body is…like, holding me back? I don’t know…’’ you told him, yawing. Jumin was observing you, his dark eyes observing your facial expression while his hands stroked your back. He could see that your eyes were flickering… How could you say that your body was holding you back when it didn’t even take more than five minutes until you were soundly asleep. Since then, Jumin made sure to come home sooner so that the both of you could go to bed together again, making it possible for him to see if you were getting enough sleep. You somehow tried to use the time you had during the daytime efficiently.

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ofbluesandyellows · 1 year

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Eight: Jitterbug Love - Eddie Munson/Reader

Warnings: heartache? lol other than that just swearing.

Word count: 5,639

a/n: it’s crazy too many how many of you have read this little fic I wrote. I just hope these last chapters are just as enjoyable as the others, and that you find some comfort in it. So here it is! Another chapter, let me know what you think :)

Previous chapter

Your aunt and uncle came back, the conversation between them was all about their little trip and how amazing it had been to be out of town for a couple of days. You half heard what they said, mostly nodding and pretending to laugh when they did. The roses were blooming but not thanks to your constant attention, it had been all the rainy nights. Motty, though, you weren’t sure how he managed to get fatter, as if a magic fairy had been around feeding the furry thing.

You laid in bed a lot, playing Steve’s borrowed cassettes over and over again, by Thursday you had come to terms of what your next step would be, this had been the ultimate decision, you weren’t sure why it had taken you so long to figure it out, it was easy and it was the best for everyone. Except for your two friends.

Yes, you still had another couple of weeks left in Hawkins but things didn’t feel the same, it was obvious that it had nothing to do with any of your friends. The issue was in how you were afraid to bump into Eddie or any of his friends at the store, or at Family Video and you pretty much avoided the phone at all coast, if it rang you pretended to answer, waiting for the person on the other side to talk first and when your aunt—who was the one who used the phone the most—ended her gossipy chats you disconnected the phone for a few hours, not risking Eddie calling.

Was this making you go crazy? Yeah, insanity was becoming a thing. Then what was the point of staying? That’s when you decided to call them. It was a no greeting, no light conversation starter type of conversation, you went straight to the point.

“Uh, this is as bad a time as any so… I’m going to just say it, because it’s probably very unfair for you, and for me too. I honestly don’t want you to think bad of me but, I got a call from college, I have to… go back next week to check a few things about my scholarship or I could lose it and you guys know I’m not wealthy to let it all pass… and i’m sorry because we had plans and I promise for my life that I’ll make it up to you.”

You squeezed your eyes shut waiting for the explosion of complaints, but nothing came. Yes you had lied but it was for the greater good.

“Oh,” Robin simply said on the line. “I mean, it’s not what I was expecting to hear, but I—mmm I don’t think there’s anything we can do about it… are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just a little surprised about it but it’s fine, mom has things under control for now. Are you not mad?”

“Pff, no. I’m… sad and disappointed because I was planning on introducing you to Vickie for our pool thing… I guess we can wait, Steve is clenching his jaw and now he is showing me his middle finger but he is going to be fine.”

The line cut for a second and then there it was, “you are not doing this for Munson right? Do I need to kick his ass? Just say the word and I’ll do it.”

The smile that spread on your face was not how you expected to react, but Steve was sometimes good with his intuition, “no Steve, it’s just school stuff.”

“Better be true missy.”

“Yes mom!”

That day, as the afternoon hit, you knew Robin and Steve’s shift ended at six. You were there on the dot. The door chimed, both doing their thing not bothering to look around.

“We’re closing, you can come back tomorrow.” Steve’s fake politeness was endearing but you knew the tone pretty well to know he was already exhausted and ready to kick the customer out, he was probably still a little pissed about earlier.

“Not interested in tapes, nor your coupons.” You approached the desk.

“Y/n! Where have you been? We tried to call you back like dozens of times to see if we were still good for tonight, but the line was always busy.” Robin’s elbows leaned on the counter surface, a bunch of tall buildings made of VHS surrounding her figure.

“My aunt is back and I leave the phone off the hook all the time, to avoid you know who” you shrugged, “my mental health is first you know.”

“Told you it must have been the aunt, it’s always the old woman and their gossip.” Steve pointed a finger at your friend.

“We’re almost done! We just need to rewind a few more tapes and put them in their designated spot and we can go to Steve’s.” Robin started to move around knocking stuff out. “Shit”

“Sure, I’ll wait. Let me help you with that.” You took the un-rewind tapes and started the process. Your two musketeer friends knew their way around the store so it was an agile way to finish the job in record time.

You loved how they were so subtle when it came to talking about you or your current ungracious love life. The mumbling was louder than intended, they threw you glances that were too obvious.

“What is it guys? I can see you chit-chatting like five year olds criticizing the kid with the new box of crayons.”

“Told you she was going to notice.” Steve brushed his hair and sighed, “uh… well if Robin doesn’t want to tell you I will… Eddie came by on Monday, also he came yesterday and this morning too. He wanted to talk to you but we told him you were out of town with your aunt and uncle.”

“We know you don’t want to talk to him, so we tried to talk to you but you weren’t picking up, and you caught of off ward with the scholarship thing,” Robin was doing lots of hand gestures, “so we tried to give you space because it’s what friends do and we knew you were going to come here for our UNO night game–or at least we expected so–and we weren’t planning on telling you—“ Steve nudged her “ugh, okay I didn’t want you to know because Eddie is quite a—this is going to sound so bad I’m sorry—but he is a bitch! and I can’t help but be super angry at him."

You could act as if things didn’t have an effect on you, as if all those words your friends just said to you hadn’t felt like a jab on the ribs or a kick on the shin, but you couldn’t and felt the hot itchy tears starting to make your sight blurry.

“You made her cry dingus!”

“Me?!”

Robin hugged you and you hugged her, keeping the feels at bay.

“I don’t want any of you to try and fix this or fight for my honor,” you looked at Robin followed by Steve, who quickly deflected his gaze. “Eddie did nothing wrong, it was all me. I believed we had something happening on solely a few interactions that probably got misinterpreted by my delusional ass.” You felt the tingly nose, “so leave it! I just want to move on and enjoy the last few days I have with you. Okay?”

Both of them nodded and silently continued with the rearrangement of the tapes.

You pressed the rewind button when the door chimed again.

“Oh shit…” Dustin swore, as Max, Lucas and Will clashed at his back.

“Hey! We are closed, wait at the arcade!” Steve said exasperated, placing tapes with hard thuds.

“Sorry, but this is life or death…” Dustin ran to Steve and Max to Robin.

It was obvious now that something was happening when Lucas and Will did their best to help you, just to keep you occupied.

Steve stopped moving, he was looking at Dustin with unblinking eyes, his grasp on the kart filled with tapes hardened around the handle, knuckles turning white. Robin gasped, hand on her mouth.

“You’re kidding right?” Robin’s hand dropped.

“Hey! Look, have you watched Back to The Future, it's a classic. Love the concept of time traveling.” Lucas smiled at you, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“What’s going on here, you are not very smooth, you knew that?” you squinted at Lucas, who grinned, a fake one and Will just stood there watching the scene develop with fidgetty hands.

“I’m going to kick his fucking ass right now.” Steve pushed the kart far away, it collided with a shelf, making everything fall messily.

“Where the fuck is he going?” you shouted running behind him.

Everyone yelled your name, but it was too late. You followed Steve who suddenly came to halt at the door, you watched the direction his whole body pointed and… you felt as if a bucket of cold water had fallen over you.

Eddie was kissing Chrissy, he leaning on the side of his van, Jeff and Gareth gaging as they came out of the arcade.

His ringed fingers were between her coppery hair, and she was grabbing him by the waist, and you only watched. Everything felt surreal once more, this was the ultimate sign to get the hell out, it felt like a punch in the gut, like someone had taken your heart had carefully taken care of it just for them to throw it to the ground and step on it, spit on it, dance over it, laugh at it.

Blurry vision and all, the inevitable happened, Gareth had turned in time to see you there.

“Y/n!” they said, a little too loud.

Eddie’s head whipped around, he could’ve snapped his neck by the fast motion. He told Chrissy something and pivoted in his spot, looking around before practically jogging to you.

“Do you want me to punch his face?” Steve said, with twitchy hands ready for a fight.

“No, just—let me talk to him for a second, please.”

Steve nodded once, leaning closer to you he whispered, “I’ll be right inside. If you need help or anything just give me the signal.”

Even in those moments he managed to confuse you, you glanced at him and he made the signal, he wrinkled his nose and touched the tip of it.

“Y/n, hi” Eddie stopped in front of you, “I’ve been trying to contact you… you should check your phone, it rings busy all the time. And I heard you’ve been busy too,” he scratched his cheek, nerves exuding from him “I went to see you but apparently you weren’t home so I went to see Buckley and Harrington but you weren’t there either.”

“Yeah, I’ve been a little… unavailable. But what’s going on?”

You needed to try, being friendly could at least save you the trouble of explaining yourself.

“I wanted to talk to you about what happened the other night… it’s um quite hard–I don’t know how to explain it actually.” He crossed his arms over his chest and then he uncrossed them, going to his hips, you also fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.

“It’s fine Eddie, you don’t owe me any explanations.”

“Of course I do. Come on! It's obvious we… were um… you know.” He cleared his throat, “but… I asked Chrissy out as you advised and yeah–this was before I went to your house and sure, I’ve been a complete dick to you, I know it and Harrington made sure I didn’t forget, not that I had stopped thinking about it or about you.”

Your nose tingled, shit not now.

“Eddie, I’m glad you invited her! Really, it’s what you have been wanting to do for a long time, I’m just the push you needed, that’s it, it’s totally fine.”

“Jesus christ, don’t say that! You’re making me feel worse, that’s not how it was supposed to happen, I like being around you… like a lot, you are fun and kind and nice and I don’t know what I should do. If the circumstances were different, if you stayed… maybe-”

“Yeah well, it’s not happening so… I’m happy for you, she seems nice.” The tears had slipped over your cheeks.

“She is, but y/n” Eddie’s ringed fingers went to the side of his face, he was panicking, “see now you are crying! Shit! What can I do to make it better?” Eddie asked with palpable worry in his voice, his face contorted almost as if he was in pain.

“Nothing! Just… leave it Munson.” you yelled, but it came out as this horrible whimper.

“Please not Munson, I’m Eddie to you, I don’t want us to stop talking, I do care for you!” He looked disoriented, and anxious. Chrissy was walking your way now calling Eddie’s name, he closed his eyes, trying to keep it together. “shit, shit.”

“I just want to go.” You sobbed so hard it hurt your chest, your eyes on your shoes.

Steve suddenly appeared by your side, you knew pretty well those white Nike tennis. You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure if you had unconsciously given him the signal or he was good at reading the room. Eddie tried to get closer to you, to take a look at your face.

“You okay?” Steve asked you. You shook your head.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Eddie’s voice sounded just as hurt as you felt.

Steve pushed Eddie aside, “I’ll take care of her Munson, you’ve done enough.”

“What is that supposed to mean Harrington? I didn’t plan any of this shit."

“I don’t want to hear it Munson, back off.” Steve said with a strong voice, Eddie’s eyes widened but did as told.

You grabbed Steve’s hand letting yourself get dragged to his car, your heart aching, feeling like throwing up, head pounding. The inside of Steve’s car was crammed again, the kids managed to fit Robin in the back just so you could be comfortable in the copilot seat, you weren't sure how they got out of the store without you noticing.

“Y/n… I’m sorry I never, I—shit! Fuck!” Dustin punched the leather seat, this time Steve kept quiet.

You were sobbing now, Robin’s hand poked from the backseat, you held it for dear life. For the first time you thought you had a chance with a boy, one that really mattered, one that you never thought of catching feelings for and still you were head over heels for, willing to try.

You cried a lot, everyone got their turn to try and cheer you up but nothing did much to mend your poor heart, you were not the only one hurting in that car. Dustin had felt so guilty the whole ride back, Steve was gripping the steering wheel with too much force, and he kept repeating,

“I’m going to destroy his face, I swear. This is not over until I say so.”

Will tried his best to comfort you with small affections of love, he brushed down you hair, you knew it was frizzy as fuck for the sweat and humidity of the summer air. He also put his hands on your shoulders and put pressure to relax your muscles, it did help a little but what hurt was not something he could fix with small touches.

Robin and Max were mumbling to each other about things, they were upset, Steve was angry of course but Robin and Max were upset and wanted revenge of some kind, it was clear they were planning something to ruin Eddie. While Lucas just tried to distract everyone else with some random comment referring to the weather or how Steve’s hair was still intact after all the commotion.

Steve dropped the teens at the mall, as the three musketeers directed themselves to the one and only, the Harrington residency.

“The last one to reach the door pays for food tomorrow.” Robin said as Steve took the car keys out of the ignition.

“That’s cheating Robin!” He yelled but still accepted the challenge.

You did too, you knew this was some trick to try and forget everything that had happened. You gave in, running all across the grass as Robin took the long way to the front door, the one with paved path and strategically placed rocks, you knew your friend had to do things her own way. As you reached the door just a second after Steve did you turned around to see where the hell was Robin.

“Wait, where the hell is she?” Steve squinted trying to find her.

“Dingus I’m over here, please help guys.” Her hand was in the air but the bushes at Steve’s yard covered her body.

“Holy shit!” you ran to her, kneeling at her side. “Are you okay, how many fingers do you see? Who was your crush in kindergarten?”

“Jesus, y/n I just scratched my knee. I wasn't in a car crash, relax dude.”

“Yeah, well, tell that to your jeans.”

“Noooo… These were practically new.” She whined, her knee was bleeding and the jeans had ripped in that area.

“At least it’s on trend,” She punched you on the arm. “It was a joke, ouch. Steve hurry the hell up, we have an injured musketeer.”

“Ladies, chill the F out I was opening the door for us, dammit it’s not that hard to be nice you know.”

The silent house welcomed you again, this had become the main place for plotting and gossiping for you three, which was kinda funny. Even when you told your aunt you were staying with Steve and Robin there, she just told you to not be late the next day, and something similar happened to Robin, there was this weird thing where all parents liked Steve, he was definitely the mom of the group. Certified parent approval.

Both threw their uniform vests on the couch, they met you in the kitchen where lemonade was being made, real lemonade. Black tea brewing, you had the ice and the glasses ready.

Steve tried to clean Robin’s knee as good as he could but the girl was whiney and tugged at his hair way too hard whenever he put the gauze too close to her wound causing the boy to yelp and complain.

“Jesus, Robin, not the hair! If you can’t handle this then let’s see how that knee gets when it’s all infected and the doctors have to cut your leg off for not bearing the sting of a little antiseptic.”

“It’s not just that! you are being too harsh,”

Steve rolled his eyes, shoving the cotton onto her lap, “Then clean it yourself.”

“I am doing so now!”

“Unbelievable.” Steve looked at you, arms in the air until he decided to stand up and walk to the fridge. “Ladies, I’m defrosting the burritos we ordered last week. I’ll be taking no complaints!”

“Fine,” you shrugged, squeezing the lemon into the tea and adding sugar.

You three moved around the kitchen in sync, everyone doing its own thing while engaging in small conversation. You noticed how the dynamic was simple and easy. Robin seemed to not be angry anymore, Steve hummed a song and he even asked Robin about her knee. It all was so fraternal between each other that you felt a warm feeling spreading inside you. You were going to miss that, you were going to miss them more than anything.

After an improvised dinner and two bowls of Scoops Ahoy leftovers, the couches in the living room were so inviting, calling you for a nap. Steve turned the TV on as some basketball game showed. Robin braided your hair, she was sitting on the couch beside Steve and you were sitting on the carpet between her legs, your eyes feeling heavy and swollen, but it had to be Steve screaming at men running in extremely short shorts that put you on alert again. You shook your head, trying to delete from your brain the image of unfortunate events happening to the players.

“Same, those are too short, many things could happen to them.” Robin giggled, it was as if she had read your mind.

“Right? It’s gross to think about, and like why? Steve, is that even comfortable? Aren’t you afraid something may… come out?”

“Y/n!” Steve squealed. “ugh, this is uncomfortable… but answering your question, no, you don’t worry about that during the game, not if you have a good pair of boxes underneath, geez we are not animals, you know?”

“Wow okay, no need to get defensive.”

“He’s always defensive,” Robin pointed.

“Facts.”

“Shh, seriously keep it quiet at least until the game ends.”

You and Robin giggled. But the quietness lasted only minutes.

“Guys I need a favor.” You said, Steve grunted.

“What is it y/n?” He said it in that condescending tone.

“Would you take me to Eddie’s place to give him back his jacket? He forgot it at my aunt’s the other day and I don’t want it around anymore.”

“We should burn it, it’s only fair.” Robin said.

“That sounds like a plan.” Steve agreed.

“Guys… this is for real.”

“I am for real too, he doesn’t deserve to have it back especially if it’s that leather jacket.” Robin tied your hair in a very pretty braid.

“It is.”

“Then we burn it and leave the remaining pieces at his door.”

“That’s so evil, Robin.” You said.

“I think it’s a great idea.” Steve nodded, watching the TV.

You sighed, “Forget it then, I’ll go by myself.”

“I’ll take you but we need to do it on Monday, our free day."

“Yes,” Robin agreed with Steve, “these next couple of days are crazy and we want to spend it together don’t we?”

“You’re right. Can I hide in Keith’s office while you work?” you glanced at them from your spot on the carpet.

“Abso-freaking-lutely.” Steve squeezed your shoulder.

“Yes! We can watch Who Framed Roger Rabbit, it’s been on my list forever.” Robin squealed.

“Robin, how has that been in your list since forever? It came out like three months ago.” Steve said snorting.

“Well, it has the potential to become a classic and y/n hasn’t seen it, or have you?”

“Nope, I know I said I would but didn’t have much time.”

“Uh huh… talking about not having time… why haven’t you talked to me about the college dropout thing? I had to hear it from your mom rather than you.”

“What?” Your voice sounding extra high pitched. “She told you? Why haven’t you asked me then.”

Robin shrugged, “I was hoping you would tell me, but I guess not.”

You grunted, now plopping your ass between your two friends. “It’s hard to explain, I just felt like I was not good for college, not enough, I just wanted to feel like I belonged somewhere and I thought maybe if I… dropped out I could join you here and just—“

“Just what? Be miserable and have a horrible job forever?”

Robin scoffed, she sounded hurt.

“I meant it as feeling like I could be wanted somewhere and not feel so… alone.”

“But… y/n you have this opportunity, don’t waste it on us, not on this town.”

“Yeah, it’s absurd to think you would want to come back here after living in New York, please don’t make us feel bad.” Steve intervened. “You are our only hope, Obi-Wan.”

“Oh nooo… he really did say that?” you looked at Robin at your side, your mouth forming a big O.

“Hell yeah he did,” you all started laughing as Steve hid his face in a cushion.

“I will never quote a movie again, being around Dustin is destroying my honor,” he grunted.

The laughs died down after a while, you whipped tears out of the corner of your eye.

“Wish we would’ve recorded that for reference in the future, Dustin won’t believe this.”

“He definitely won’t,” Robin sighed, “but seriously y/n. Don’t leave college, you are really our only hope, do you think we want to stay here forever and work with Keith? We were hoping to one day-”

“As in very soon,” Steve added.

“We could crash at yours and get jobs there and then we could move out together, wouldn’t that be cool.” Robin looked at you biting her lip.

“Super cool.” Steve said.

“Sure… of course… I’d love that!”

“So you won’t give up, right? Even when you lied about going back early to New York because of that scholarship .” She made quotation marks with her fingers.

Your eyes opened in shock, “how did you know?”

“We know you pretty well but it’s fine, we forgive you. Just don’t waste the time, okay? There’s nothing here for you, not even us, because we are going back to you.”

You nodded, maybe that was the incentive you needed, and–even when you didn’t want to admit it, Eddie’s idea was still playing in your mind, a pang in your chest rippled all over your body. Clearing your throat you dissipated the images from earlier.

“Uh, Steve. Do you still have Nancy’s number?”

His whole face brightened, “yeah, why?”

“I need to have a little chat with her.”

“Of course,” he ran to the kitchen and scribbled the number without hesitating.

“This better not be for a new bestie position in your life.” Robin nudged you.

“Of course not, this is business. I’ll tell you all about it when the time comes,”

“You better.”

☼

Monday arrived, your chest clenched when the honk of Steve’s car chimed. Your uncle helped you put your suitcase in the trunk of the well kept Mercedes, Motty rubbed his furry body against your leg and your aunt handed you a brown bag, a full lunch–still warm–waited for you to be eaten.

“Call us when you’re with your mom, okay? This will always be your home sweetie.” She hugged you, “Thanks for making our summer a little less lonely.”

“Thanks for putting up with my noisiness.” You said, your uncle patted you on the back and off you went.

“Don’t forget to call us!” Your aunt shouted as Steve drove away.

“Well, your uncle isn’t even faking how sad he is, he is even smiling” Robin waved at them as if she was the one leaving.

“He never liked me, he only likes his newspapers and his baseball games.”

“Hope to never be like him or my dad, they are so boring.” Steve shivered, “Promise me you won’t let it happen.”

“Promise,” you said, softly punching his arm.

“Same” Robin affirmed.

“Thanks,”

With that you let the music fill in the silence, Robin would let her hand go through the space between the window and the seat just for you to hold it, it wasn’t easy for any to let the other go.

The leather jacket rested on your lap, you sighed it was a bittersweet feeling when it came to Eddie. He was nice and cool and kind, but the mistake was in believing you two could find a way for things to work out, or at least that was where you got it wrong, now it was obvious he only had feelings for the cheerleader.

Since Eddie left his jacket behind you became quite the creep. Yes, you wore it while dancing and yes you had smelt it and you had imagined the sleeves being his arms engulfing you, keeping you safe, holding you at night; in rainy days, in cold winters. You had imagined how it’d be to have Eddie play guitar to you as you studied or having dinners together or attending his shows. It was so stupid now everything seemed like a dream, you were indeed delusional but no one had to know, those pathetic thought were only yours, and it hurt yet you’ve made your decision. You were one step away from closure.

“Here we are.” Steve came to halt right at Forest Hills Trailer Park.

“Wait for me here, it won’t take long.” you gave your two friends a nod.

“Scream if you need help.” Robin gave you a thumbs up, “good luck.”

“Thank you.”

You inhaled deeply, maybe four times, your head felt dizzy after that, but it was now or never. Knuckles hit the door’s surface, you waited until it swung open. All the façades, all the courage evaporated into a sigh.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Jeff popped his head from the inside. His bass was hanging from his chest.

Cool, now you wouldn’t need to see Eddie.

“Hi! I just came to give this back.” You practically pushed the jacket at him, ready to flee.

“Oh I see, do you want me to call Eddie, give me a sec, Ed!“

“No, nooo it’s not necessary, I’m in a rush actually.”

“It’ll be just a minute,”

Fuck.

Gareth came to the door instead. “Uh, bad timing. He went to buy some… drinks.”

“Oh,” your stomach dropped, “it’s all fine, can you give it to him then?”

“Yeah sure, don’t you want to come in?”

“No, I’m—I have a few things to do.” you pointed to your back with your thumb.

“Okay,” Jeff and Gareth traded looks, “we’ll tell him you came by.”

“Er, just before you go y/n.” Jeff said, “He's been a little off lately, hope you get to talk to him, we don’t know what happened between you two but… he is kind of an idiot, don’t give up on him just yet.”

A knot in your throat was starting to form, “Of course not, I’ll talk to him… um, well, see you guys.”

You gave them a tight lipped smile, both boys waved at you.

“Let’s get the hell away from here.” you muttered closing the car door a little too harshly.

“Careful there!”

“Shut up Steve.” Robin backed you up as you tried to calm the accelerated beats of your heart. “He wasn’t there wasn’t he?”

“Nope, but it’s fine, it’s easier like this.”

You weren’t lying but it was so unfair that you felt a little disappointed by not finding him there.

☼

The bus station was crowded with people coming and going. Steve had your suitcase in one hand while you straightened the straps of your backpack.

“These are from the kids, they couldn’t come because some shit went down with Mike and El.” Steve said with a sigh as if it was the most normal thing ever.

You were about to protest, “it’s nothing to worry about.” Robin eased you.

Taking Steve’s package you felt how heavy it was. The brown bag had all these names written along with small messages you could read on the way, you could also distinguish a few cassettes there.

“So I guess this is it.” Robin spoke first, her eyes getting watery as you saw her.

“Don’t cry Robs or you’ll make me cry.”

Steve looked away, but the way he wiped his nose indicated he wanted to cry too, you knew.

“It’s just that… I’ve had such a good time with you and we won’t be seeing each other in a few months and work is going to be so boring without you trying to piss off Steve.” She sniffed.

“I can keep on bothering him on the phone, I know it’s not the same but we can get creative.” you gave her a sad chuckle, both hugging each other clinging to the touch. “I’m going to miss you so much Robin, please keep Steve in check.”

“I always do it, it’s my job, if not who knows what would happen to poor dingus.” a choked laugh came out of her.

“And please keep me updated with how things go with Vickie, yes?”

“Totally, next time I’ll introduce you, my two favorite girls.”

With your thumb you brushed away a tear coming down the side of her nose, “I’m looking forward to that.”

“Ok, scoot over Robin it’s my turn.” Steve pushed Robin softly.

“Who would’ve thought we were besties for life now eh Y/n.”

In a swift move he had you in a strong embrace, one of the warmest hugs ever. If someone had told you that you were going to be clinging to Steve after every inconvenience you would’ve laughed until piss came out of you, but for now you enjoyed it, sniffing the minty scented clothes and aftershave.

“Can’t believe I’m going to say this but… Steve Harrington you are the best friend one could ask for.” you heard Robin chuckle at your side.

“See it’s not that hard to be nice to me. Sometimes I deserve a little love.”

You couldn’t see but he was smiling, at some point the hug became a ball of love when the three musketeers united one last time in one long embrace.

“Ok, I have to go now or else I won’t find the strength.”

Grabbing your suitcase from the floor, you gave your friends a smile, a teary one but one that you expected gave them the reassurance of you being okay.

“Have a safe trip.” Steve kissed your head suddenly.

You wrinkled your nose, “bye dorks.”

Your back to them you started moving in the sea of people.

“Don’t forget our weekly phone calls! Don’t you forget about me! ” Robin said the latter in a singing voice just like the Simple Mind’s song.

Snorting and grinning, you waved at them, “I LOVE YOU GUYS!”

The last you saw of them was Steve putting an arm around Robin’s shoulders, both trying to catch sight of you until the crowd drowned both of their silhouettes.

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Life With Levael: Levael Meets Renyr

Man, I haven’t finished any stories in forever. Feels good to have something done! Of course, the fact that I always get carried away doesn’t help either lol.

This story is about several of my OC’s who live in a modern-ish fantasy setting. Think if there were elves and dwarves back during the 80s lol. I hope you enjoy!

Special thanks to @sacred-dragonair/@brushbrulee on twitter for being my beta reader!

It was a cold and gray afternoon, the sky blocked out by heavy clouds and a chill carried on the wind. The day’s weather was rain, though thankfully it was the sort that was so light, it wasn’t really even a drizzle, but more of a mist. Levael didn’t mind it one bit. It was the perfect weather for a mug of hot chocolate and a nice book. Even if the demon was presently doing neither of those things, instead taking a walk to the downtown art gallery, that was okay. He found a nice mist-rain to be refreshing, and he enjoyed how crisp and clean the air felt in his lungs. If it was a nice day to spend at home, then it was a nice day to spend looking at paintings and sculptures as well. And today, the gallery was promising something special.

It was Mother's Day weekend, and the Metropolitan Gallery of Contemporary Art was holding a special two-day exhibit to honor all parents who carried their children, regardless of gender. (Which was nice, considering the holiday’s antiquated name. Someone really needed to update that.) Today, the subject of the art on display was going to be pregnancy. Tomorrow, on mother’s day proper, the theme was parenthood. Levael was more interested in the former, which would be obvious to anyone who saw him as he walked down the street, cradling his large belly.

Of course, even without his pregnancy, Levael was a very difficult man not to notice. Even when disguised as a mortal, as he presently was, he stuck out like a sore thumb. His magic could hide his ebony horns and matching tail, his sharp teeth and claws. It could turn his inhumanly pink skin to a more natural looking fair color. It could give him normal mortal blue eyes instead of black sclera, white irises, and even whiter pupils. It could turn his long, flowing white locks of hair into black. But it couldn’t hide everything. Chief among the things he couldn’t hide was his height. At seven feet and three inches tall, the only chance he had of blending in was among larger races such as orcs. He couldn’t hide his enormous belly either. Which was a moot point since that was something he’d never do, he quite loved his tummy and would never want to hide it. But it was larger than pretty much any other race could manage. Combined with his pointed-but-less-than-an-elf’s ears, he looked like an unnaturally tall, enormously pregnant half-elf of some sort.

Thankfully, the average person was too polite to say anything about how odd he looked.

The gallery was crowded today, with couples and families coming to see the pregnancy-themed art on display. Statues, paintings, lighting displays, art of all mediums brought together to create an exhibit honoring the beauty and importance of pregnancy. Smiling, Levael rubbed his belly, feeling the babies inside squirm and kick from all the outside noise, as well as the excitement of the man carrying them. The demon was delighted at all of the pregnant people who were attending the exhibit ─ and when the gallery was allowing all pregnant folks free admission for the day, why wouldn’t they be ─ as it meant a sea of round bellies just like his own.

Of course, as much as he loved and appreciated pregnant bellies, it wasn’t what Levael was there for. No, today he was here for the art, and the art would be his focus. The first piece he came across was a pregnant female mannequin. Her hands rested on her belly, and the left and right sides of her bump were removed. The vertical center of her belly, where her belly button sat and her linea nigra ran, was the only remaining part of her motherly swell. Internally, this remaining patch separated the left and right parts of her womb. In the right hemisphere of her belly, the part most easily seen to anyone passing by, was half of a model fetus. Walking around to the other side, the left half of her belly contained half of a model of the earth. Looking at the plaque before the sculpture, it read:

“They who carry new life, carry the world within them.”

Standing beside the display was an orcish gentleman, looking rather proud of himself as he spoke with what looked to be a reporter from the city’s newspaper. He must be the artist behind the piece. It was nice to know that local artists were being given a chance to show their skill, and this sculpture certainly deserved to be there, at least in this demon’s opinion. After taking another moment to take in and appreciate the piece, Levael moved on.

As he walked through the exhibit, admiring everything on display, Levael saw a painting which had him enraptured. It was a man, heavily pregnant, laying in bed and giving birth, with his baby beginning to crown. He gripped the sheets of his bed with one hand and his belly with the other, while his mouth hung open, crying out.

The disguised demon was in awe. He could so easily see himself in it. He’d given birth before. Hundreds of times, in fact. As a high demon, such was his job to ensure the demon population remained healthy. And while demon pregnancies and births were different from those of mortals, he knew what it was like all the same. He had been in that same situation many times before, and would be again soon, as the little ones currently within his womb reminded him with their kicks.

To look upon a piece of art honoring the creation of life while feeling life growing within his own body was intoxicating. He was lost in the sensations given to him by both the painting and the unborn in his womb.

“Excuse me,” said a voice.

Levael blinked as he was broken from his trance, startling slightly from both the stranger speaking to him and a sudden sharp kick. As he soothingly rubbed the spot where he’d been attacked, he turned to see just who was addressing him. A man was standing beside him, looking up at the demon. A dark elf, no less. The average elf was hardly rare; they were as common as any other race, but dark elves? Most weren’t quite used to the wider world and generally preferred to stay within their home, the Undercity. Or at least the elven kingdom of Aerendyl, or so Levael understood.

Like most dark elves, his skin was gray, and his hair was a stark black. He spoke with a noticeable elven accent, though clearly different from the sort most people were familiar with. He also spoke a certain way which suggested he was trying to hide it. His eyes were blood red and he was, naturally, short. He was just about the perfect height to rest his chin on Levael’s belly while standing perfectly straight. If Levael had to guess, he was about five feet and four inches tall. Hanging off of his shoulder was one of those tubes people would store rolled up papers in, looking awkward as it bumped against a messenger bag he was also carrying.

“Sorry to bother you, it’s just that I noticed you really seemed to like this piece.” Said the stranger.

“Yes, well… Wait, have you been watching me?” Levael asked, narrowing his eyes.

“No, more people-watching in general,” The stranger reassured him, “And I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, but you sort of stand out. It was impossible not to notice that you were standing here for ten minutes staring at the same piece.”

Level felt his face heat up as he cleared his throat. “I uh, hadn’t noticed I’d been appreciating it for so long.”

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. The painting resonated with you, and that’s something special, isn’t it?”

The disguised demon glanced back at the painting. “Yes. Yes it is.”

“Would you mind if I asked you what it is you like about this piece, and the exhibit as a whole? I’m trying to get an idea of what makes the art here today connect with people. But only if it’s no trouble. I don’t want to tag along if it’d be a bother.”

“Alright. I suppose it would be nice to have someone to discuss the pieces here with. I haven’t had anyone to do that with for a long time.”

The elf smiled, clearly happy that someone was willing to talk shop with him. “Awesome! So, tell me something about it that spoke to you.”

“Well,” Levael and the elf turned and looked at the painting in question, “I suppose the first thing that caught my attention was that the painting was of a man. I’ll admit I haven’t seen everything in the exhibit yet, but from what I’ve seen so far most of the depictions of pregnancy here either show a woman or someone gender-ambiguous. This one is clearly a man. Like me.”

“And not just that,” Levael continued, “but look what he’s doing. He’s laying in bed, giving birth. I know what that’s like. I’ve been where he is.” He said, absent-mindedly rubbing his belly.

“It’s special to find something that you can see yourself in.” The stranger nodded.

“What about you? Is there anything you like about it?”

“Oh yeah. Look at what he’s doing with his hands. One of them is gripping at his sheets, and you can see his knuckles are turning white. He’s in so much pain. But his other hand is cradling his belly. The artist did a fantastic job; you can really see how gentle he’s being toward his child while still being in so much pain.”

“Yes, I definitely see it.”

“It’s the duality that comes with parenthood; that you have this little thing that makes your life so much harder, yet it means the world to you, and you cherish it to no end. Or maybe duality isn’t the right word, but you know what I mean right?”

“No, I get it completely. Except, birth doesn’t always mean pain. Look at his face here. I can definitely see how someone would see it and say he’s in pain, but look at it differently. He looks as though he’s feeling pleasure. Look again at how he’s gripping his sheets, the way his toes are curled. Doesn’t he look like he could be experiencing rapture?”

The dark elf looked at Levael as he spoke, then looked back at the painting, searching for what he was talking about. “Oohh, I see it. You’re right, he may well be orgasming.” He looked back to the disguised demon, slightly confused. “But birth is painful, isn’t it? Does that really happen during labor?”

Levael felt his face heating up as he realized what had been asked. “Y-Yes, actually,” He said, clearing his throat, “There’s, ah, a lot going on down there. During birth, that is.” He said the last part quickly.

Pregnancy and birth were perfectly normal and routine to Levael, and demons in general. Talking about this normally wouldn’t have him hesitating so, but he wasn’t just talking about a natural fact of the birth process, he was indirectly admitting to having derived pleasure from it. Especially since demon physiology made pregnancy and labor much easier than it was for mortals, reducing the experience from excruciating pain to merely great discomfort and blending it with toe-curling pleasure. Sure, some were more uncomfortable or pleasurable ─ after all every birth is different for demons and mortals both ─ but regardless, for any demon like Levael to deny receiving sexual pleasure from birth would be a bold-faced lie.

“Huh. I never knew that.” The stranger said, rubbing his chin. “Ya learn something new every day, I guess. Makes sense now that I think about it.”

Levael turned his attention back to the painting. “It’s a beautiful piece. It’s almost a shame there’s so much left of the exhibit to see. I could stand here and get lost in this one forever.” He sighed.

“They’re selling replicas of some of today’s paintings in the gift shop.” The elf said.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, like I said it’s some of them, but if the artist gave permission for them to make copies then you can buy one on your way out.”

“Good to know. I’ll have to see what’s for sale before I leave.” Level looked around. “Should we move onto the next piece?”

“If you’d like to. I’m tagging along after you today, so you can set the pace.” The elf said. As the pair walked toward the next piece of the exhibit, he cleared his throat. “I just realized, I never told you my name. You must think I’m some weirdo to ask to follow you around without even giving you my name, huh?”

Levael shook his head. “No, I don’t. You were excited to speak with someone about the art and it slipped your mind. It happens.”

“I’m glad you understand. Still, it’s pretty rude.” He stopped walking and turned to the pregnant man, extending his hand for a shake. “I’m Renyr.”

“Levi.” Levael said as he shook the offered hand.

The next piece the pair stopped to view was a mannequin of a pregnant female body. A soft light was shining inside the chest, illuminating a heart inside and synced with a light inside the belly, revealing the silhouette of a fetus as the two glows pulsed in time with the beating of a heart.

After that was a marble hewn-statue of a pregnant woman, surrounded with real flowers which grew around her feet and covered her body. Water was also trickling gently from her nipples, nourishing the flowers.

As the two men walked through the gallery, they stopped to discuss the pieces which most caught their attention. Levael never had anyone to discuss his thoughts on art with, not since leaving the underworld. Plus, going through the gallery with someone like this, talking about points of view and sharing the occasional laugh, it kind of felt like a date. The very thought had Levael feeling slightly flustered, the babies inside of him kicking and squirming in response to his racing heart.

“Your lil’ guys are going nuts in there, aren’t they?” Renyr grinned, watching the movements unfolding beneath the fabric of the demon’s shirt. “You and your partner must be excited.”

Levael gulped and rubbed his belly in an attempt to calm the babies inside of him, though his heart rate was keeping them riled up, and it wasn’t exactly slowing. “Ah, I, uh, I don’t have… a partner,” He said, clearing his throat, “I just do surrogate work.” It wasn’t a total lie. The babies didn’t belong to Levael and he wasn’t going to be the one raising them; he was going to be sending them off to a public nursery in the underworld after their birth. He just wasn’t being paid for it, since he wasn’t living in demon society anymore.

“Oh, I see.” Renyr nodded. “That’s kind of you, helping others build families. I’ve always had a lot of respect for folks who do that.” He looked up at Levael with a smile. “Knowledgeable about art and a nice guy to boot. Hard to believe no one’s come along and snatched you up.”

Levael wasn’t sure if it was Renyr’s words or a particularly strong kick to one of his ribs, but either way he felt that he might swoon right where he stood. He tried desperately to spit out some sort of response, but coherent words were beyond his reach. The best he could muster was to keep silent and avoid sputtering out random syllables like a toddler.

Renyr didn’t seem to mind Levael’s sudden silence. Judging by the tiny smirk on his face when his eyes fell on the disguised demon, he was aware of how flustered he’d made him.

“So,” Level said, clearing his throat once he’d calmed down a bit, “This one is rather eye-catching.” He motioned to a painting that the pair were passing. An oil painting of a woman in the middle of giving birth, surrounded by other people tending to her. Wiping her brow of sweat, holding her hand, preparing to handle the baby as it slid out of her, all kinds of little things to offer her support and make birth a little easier. The plaque read It Takes A Village.

As soon as he saw the painting, the elven man was no longer smiling. “Hm. I saw this one while they were setting up the exhibit.”

“You don’t seem to particularly care for it.”

Renyr didn’t deny the statement, merely pursed his lips as he thought. After a moment he opened up his tube and pulled out a rolled-up painting, carefully straightening it out before showing it to Levael. It was a watercolor painting of dark elves crowding around a heavily pregnant man, casting off a divine light and warding off the darkness of their cave. The elves of the crowd were reaching out toward him and trying to feel his belly in the same way that poor, put-upon masses would grasp for salvation.

“Oh my…” Levael breathed. “That’s beautiful.”

“Glad you think so,” Renyr said with a dry and humorless chuckle, the corner of his mouth tilting upward ever so slightly, “I submitted it for the exhibit, but I guess the curators didn’t share your opinion.” Taking a deep breath, he let out a long sigh as he looked back and forth between his own painting and the one on the wall. “These two have the same subject, but they still rejected me.” He looked over to Levael, “That’s why I’ve been asking folks about their thoughts on the art on display today.” He turned his attention back to his painting. “I’m trying to see what mine’s missing.”

“I see.”

Renyr took a seat on a nearby bench and motioned for Levael to join him. “What do you think?” He asked as the pregnant demon took a seat.

“I’m sure it’s not that your painting is missing anything. The exhibit could only show so many pieces, so there were always going to be artists that had to be turned away, even if their work is as good as yours.” Level suggested.

“So someone was going to get cut either way, and I just happened to draw the short straw, huh?”

“Exactly.”

Renyr grimaced. “I think I like that possibility even less.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if the problem is that my painting is missing something or my technique isn’t good enough, then I can address that. I can practice and improve my skill. That’s on me. I can fix the problem. But if it’s just dumb luck, what can I do about that? I’ve got no control and I’m stuck at someone else’s mercy.”

“I can see how that would be frustrating,” Levael nodded sympathetically, “Let me take another look. Maybe I can find something.”

Eyes looking hopeful, Renyr nodded and showed his painting to Levael once more. He didn’t say anything, just allowed him to analyze the two pieces. Minutes ticked by, but the elf was patient. If it meant he would get the feedback he was searching for, then he seemed prepared to wait as long as it took.

“I think I see it,” Level said after a pause as pregnant as he was, “Your painting and that one have the same general subject, but the way you approach it is different.”

“Go on.”

“Look at the way the other painting frames the pregnant woman it has as its subject.” The demon said, pointing to the piece on display. “She’s in the center, the main subject, and she’s surrounded by other people, just like yours. Look at the way she’s depicted, and look how the people around her are acting toward her compared to yours. Everyone’s coming together around her to help deliver the baby. Mother and child are pulling the community together.”

Renyr nodded, eagerly awaiting for him to continue.

“Now take a look at yours. Everyone’s coming together because of the pregnant man, but the tone of it is different. He’s portrayed not quite as a part of a community or a family, but as some kind of divine being. He’s above them, and they’re reaching out to him like religious disciples. I can see that your intent was to depict the beauty of pregnancy just like all the other artists here, the problem is you did so in a way that might be missing the point of the exhibit.”

Renyr said nothing, merely studying the painting on the wall before looking back to his own painting. After several minutes of thought, he spoke again. “...son of a bitch, I think you’re right.” He said with a deep sigh. He rolled up his painting and placed it back in the tube before looking up at Levael with a smile. “Thanks, Levi. I don’t think I would have put that together without some outside perspective.”

“It’s easy to have a bit of tunnel vision when it comes to your own work, isn’t it?” Levael said with a small laugh.

“You’re preaching to the choir.” The elven man looked around before turning back to Levael. “We’ve pretty much reached the end of the exhibit. There’s a small cafe right by the gift shop, near the exit. Let me treat you to a drink.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t,” Level began to say.

“I insist,” Renyr’s tone of voice was cool, firm yet friendly, “You let me pester you all afternoon and you gave me some really important feedback on my work. Buying you a drink is the absolute least I can do.”

Levael gulped and cradled his belly. Suddenly the kicking inside his womb felt like the babies were trying to push him to accept Renyr’s offer. Was this a date now? Was he trying to turn it into one? “Well, if you’re going to insist…” He quickly checked his watch, hoping that he might have time to enjoy some tea with Renyr. Unfortunately, time was against him, and Levael frowned.

“I’m so sorry. I’d take you up on your offer, but I work nights and I need to be getting ready for my shift.” He sighed.

Renyr didn’t do a very good job of hiding his disappointment, though he was clearly trying to play it cool. “That’s fine, I totally understand. How about tomorrow? I know this nice little place not far from the gallery.”

Levael smiled and blushed slightly, nodding. “I have time tomorrow, yes. Somewhere around the early afternoon works perfectly.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” The elven man said with a nod. He began rifling through his messenger bag, pulling out a pen and a scrap of paper. He wrote out his note and handed it to the pregnant demon. On it was the name and address of the cafe, as well as the time to meet. “Maybe it’s for the best that we put it off for a day. After all,” He said, a smile crossing his face, “A guy needs time to get ready for a proper date.”

Immediately, without fail, Levael’s face went red as he felt his heart trying to beat its way outside of his chest. Holy crap, this was a date! What should he wear? Should he go casual, or with a little more flair? Would this lead to another date? Did Renyr give good belly rubs? Did he like pregnant tummies as much as Levael? What did Renyr kiss like?

Could Renyr be “the one”?

“Um, Levi?” Renyr said, reaching up and waving his hand in front of his face. “Are you okay?”

Hundreds of scenarios were running through Levael’s head all at once, branching out into all of the possibilities this date could possibly lead to. When the shorter man’s hand waved in front of his eyes, he snapped out of his daze, then began desperately trying to save face, lest his handsome man rescind his offer. “I’m fine!” He blurted out, unable to stop himself. Renyr flinched at the sudden outburst, and a few heads turned in his direction.

“You sure? Your face is looking pretty red, and your babies…” He pointed to Levael’s belly, visibly shifting and bulging with the movements of the unborn within. “I mean, that’s gotta hurt. Or at least be uncomfortable.”

“Oh nonono, don’t worry, i-it’s no bother, not at all! I’m used to it! Doesn’t phase me in the slightest!” The pregnant demon said with an awkward laugh. A tiny voice in the back of Levael’s head told him that it was time to leave before he made himself look like an even bigger idiot. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

Renyr smiled. “Looking forward to it.”

Levael nodded and hurried off before he could make himself look like an even bigger fool. Though in his hurry, and as flustered and distracted as he was, he wound up bumping his poor belly into several people, at one point knocking over some poor dwarf and nearly falling over himself.

As he waited at the bus stop, giggling and rubbing his belly with the giddy excitement of a teenage girl, Levael took the note out of his pocket and read it over and over again, taking in the curves of Renyr’s handwriting. It would be hard to wait until tomorrow, but hey, good things come to those who wait.

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Hey Angel - Harry Styles

a/n: since i had so much time on my hand at work lately (not anymore unfortunately) i used it wisely and cooked up this PA themed fic bc i absolutely love this trope. it’s lengthy and kinda emotional? kinda, lol. hope you’ll like it and as always, feedback is much appreciated!!

warning: sexual content

word count: 11.5k

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Harry likes to pretend he is tall enough to comfortably rest his chin on the top of your head when he stands behind you, but that’s not true. He has to push himself a little to his tippy toes and push you down at the same time to fit his chin above you, his arms weighing down on your shoulders. You stopped arguing him that you need to push your hips forward when he does this so you don’t carry his whole weight.

“Tha’s rude, you do not have to do tha’!” he defended himself every time you brought up, so you just stopped.

Now as you watch the game of air hockey unfold in front of you, a half empty pint in your hand, you don’t even budge when you feel a chiseled chin resting on the top of your head, you push your hips forward without a second thought to shorten your height. You catch a glimpse of a tattooed forearm on your shoulder, Harry’s chest presses against your back gently.

He doesn’t stay in this position too long, it’s making it hard to drink so soon enough, he wraps his left arm around your shoulders, coming to stand next to you, sipping on his tequila on the rocks.

“Hey you,” you smile at him as he gives you a side look, a boyish smirk tugging on his pink lips. “Everything alright?”

“Everything is fine.”

“You need something? How much have you had to drink?” you ask furrowing your eyebrows, looking down at his glass that was certainly full when you last saw him about ten minutes ago.

“Shush, stop pretending like you’re working,” he waves at your face, his words melting together, definitely thanks to the alcohol he has consumed tonight.

“I know I’m not working, I’m just tryna’ be your friend and look out for you.” Bringing your own drink up to your lips, you give him a look, but he just smirks at you playfully.

“Uh-huh, whatever. Don’t worry about me.”

“I always worry about you, H,” you sigh dramatically and it makes him laugh with his head falling back.

“Is this the part where you tell me I’m some spoiled brat celebrity you ‘ave to babysit for your living? And that I always do ridiculous shit so you ‘ave to keep an eye on me at all times?”

You can’t push your smile down at how far this statement is from reality. You just like to tease him about being a typical, asshole rockstar when he is literally your favorite person in the world without a doubt.

“Oh Angel, you can’t fool me,” he cackles, squeezing you to his side before taking another sip from his drink.

“Wouldn’t even try to,” you mumble with an amused smile. “Havin’ fun, birthday boy?” you ask, leaning into his side. You would never admit, but you love how touchy Harry can get sometimes, not really caring about physical boundaries, especially when he drinks. The hugs, the squeezes, the touches, they always make your heart flutter even after knowing him for years.

“I’m havin’ a blast. What about you?”

“What about me? It’s not my birthday,” you chuckle shortly.

“So what? I can’t make sure you’re enjoying your night?” he frowns at you dramatically that just makes you laugh.

“I’m having a great night. It’s just that my boss keeps coming after me even though I’m supposed to be off the clock.”

You peek up at him to see the grin on his face at your teasing. The dynamic between the two of you has been like this since day one. The constant bickering and teasing is what really brought the two of you close, you are so similar, it’s like you can see a male version of yourself when you look at him.

“Tell the dude to fuck off,” he mumbles into his drink and you bump your hip against him, but he just holds you tight to his side as an answer.

Soon enough, Harry joins the game and you watch him play from the side, obviously cheering on his opponent to annoy him, earning some pretty dirty looks from him whenever they score against him and you let out a “woho!” in victory.

“Y’know, it’s not too nice to cheer against the birthday boy, is it?” he calls you out when the table is taken by someone else and he joins you at the side again.

“Am I not allowed to choose who I want to cheer to?” you ask with a faked puzzled look and he presses his lips into a thin line, glaring down at you intently.

“Don’t test me, Angel,” he grumbles into your ear before walking off to join his friends who came out to celebrate with him today.

It’s a pretty lowkey celebration, since he is still in the middle of filming Don’t Worry Darling, so he couldn’t really travel far from the set, but some of his dearest friends were able to come here and celebrate with him and his cast members.

You stand at the bar and your eyes find him every time you scan the place, not able to keep your gaze away from him for too long, he just demands the attention. Or at least yours.

You’ve never met anyone like him. When you got the chance to be his personal assistant four years ago at the very beginning of his solo career, you never thought how he’ll move right into your heart and never leave it. Whether you look at him as your boss or your friend, you can’t deny that he changed your life and you’ve learned so much from him, you can only hope he thinks of you somewhat the same. However you always tell yourself: what could you possibly give for The Harry Styles? He has everything in the whole wide world.

Harry catches you staring and he arches a brow at you, abandoning the conversation he has been in for the past minutes, mouthing you “what’s up, Angel”, his accent thick even without hearing his voice.

He’s been calling you Angel for longer than you can remember. When you asked him why the nickname, he said it’s because One Direction’s song Hey Angel was written about you. It was a fat lie, you haven’t met him when the song was written, but his words still tightened your chest, playing with the thought of Harry writing a song about you.

As cheesy and cliché as it is, you fell for him faster than you’d like to admit. You tried to fight it for a while, convince yourself it’s just a silly crush, but you soon had to realize you outgrew that after the first few weeks working with him. How could you not fall for him? He is everything any woman could wish for and he has you wrapped around his fingers, just like he has half the female population, probably.

You shake your head in his way, not sure how to tell him you just got lost in your thoughts about him. In fact, he occupies your mind pretty much all the time, but he doesn’t have to know about that.

He excuses himself from the table and walks up to you, a slow breath leaving your nose as you watch him approach you.

“Tired?” he asks, stopping in front of you, placing his empty glass to the counter.

“Kinda,” you nod.

“Want to head home soon?”

“Don’t worry about me. I can just call a taxi and go home, you don’t have to come.”

“Don’t be silly, we go to the same place, obviously we’re gonna go home together.”

Since filming has started, Harry and you’ve been sharing a nice apartment near the set. It was his idea to rent a place for the two of you, rather than to stay at a hotel. At first you didn’t think it would be a good idea, but of course, he convinced you to live with him for the months while the movie is being filmed. So now you basically live with Harry, share pretty much all your living space with him, except your bedroom.

“But it’s your birthday, stay as long as you want,” you tell him, not wanting to snatch him away from his friends on his big day.

“We’re filming in the afternoon tomorrow, can’t drag the night too long either way,” he shrugs, trying to make you believe it’s really nothing.

No matter how badly you try to convince him to stay, he doesn’t bulge and starts saying goodbye within an hour, calling the two of you a car to take you home. He is clearly tipsy, but not drunk. Once you’re in the car, Harry’s hand finds yours and he pulls you closer in the backseat until your thighs are pressed together. He curls an arm around your shoulders, holding you tight to his side, sinking down in the seat. You let your head rest on his shoulder, enjoying the closeness of his body, pressing down any worrying thought that usually makes its way to your mind every time Harry gets a little cozier than the usual.

The rational side of your brain knows you should be keeping some distance from him for the sake of your own sanity and emotional health, but you just can’t. Denying these little moments from yourself would be like pure torture and your heart can’t take that for sure.

“What are you thinkin’ about?” he murmurs, his nose nuzzling into your hair and you just shrug your shoulders.

“Nothing,” you mumble your lie.

“Liar, I can hear the gears turning in that pretty head of yours,” he grins down at you as your eyes lock for a moment. Thank God for the darkness in the car, because you can feel your cheeks heating up. The last thing you need is for Harry to see how nervous he can make you feel with just a simple compliment.

“Stop being nosy, you don’t have to know everything all the time.” You poke his side with your elbow, it makes him jump a little before he snuggles back to your side.

“That’s not true, you know I’m entitled to hold every knowledge in the world.” He tries to hide his smirk, but he fails miserably and you just laugh at him with your head falling back to his shoulder.

“Harry Styles, you are something else,” you sigh shaking your head at him.

Arriving home Harry keeps an arm around you as you walk up to the front door, fishing your keys out of your bag since you’d bet Harry didn’t bring his. There’s a chance he hasn’t even used his copy since you’ve been here, he knows you always have yours and you haven’t really left without each other so far, always staying around the other.

“Want to shower first?” he hums, walking inside, his arm leaving your shoulders and though you feel lighter without the extra weight, you wish it was still there.

“Go for it, I’m gonna clean up the mess I made when I got ready earlier,” you tell him, heading into your bedroom where the floor is littered with half your wardrobe from earlier, when you were trying to figure out what to wear for the little outing.

Harry disappears in the shared bathroom and a moment later you hear the water running. You go around your room, picking up the dresses you voted against, placing them back into the wardrobe and then you put away your makeup you left on your bed in your hurry.

“Bathroom is yours!” Harry calls out just when you finish, you hear his bedroom door open and close so you grab a clean oversized t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts before occupying the bathroom.

The warm shower feels nice, it’s been a long day since you started on set, Harry had a few scenes to film before you could leave in the afternoon. You wash away the day, scrub your makeup off and then take off the rest with your wipes once you’re out. You brush your hair and use some lotion for your dry skin before getting dressed and leaving the steamy bathroom.

Padding down the short hallway you hear nothing coming from Harry’s bedroom and you wonder if he’s already asleep, but once you step inside your room you see that he is cozied up on your bed, your covers pulled up to his naked chest, a pillow tucked under his head as he scrolls through his phone so shamelessly, as if it was his own room.

“Did you take the wrong turn in the hallway?” you ask with an arched eyebrow as you throw your dirty clothes to your temporary hamper, which is basically your emptied out suitcase.

“Nope,” he grins smugly, you have to roll your eyes at him. He locks his phone, dropping it to the side table, watching you move around, getting ready for bed and his eyes on your figure feel like they’re burning down on your skin.

“You know, it’s rude to stare,” you comment not even looking at him, but you just know he is still staring at you. Grabbing a hairtie from the little dresses in the corner of your room you reach back to loosely braid your hair, but his voice stops you.

“Wait,” he pleads and you furrow your eyebrows at him. “Can I do it?”

You give him a confused look as he pushes himself up into a sitting position, his green eyes are glimmering from the tiredness and the alcohol he has consumed tonight.

“You want to braid my hair?”

“Yeah,” he nods. You hesitate for a moment but join him on the bed at last, turning your back against him, giving him full control over your hair.

A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his fingers raking through your strands. He is so gentle and careful as you feel him section your hair off to three parts.

“Didn’t know you can braid,” you tell him, eyes fixated on the sheets in front of you.

“Gemma taught me, but I’m not the best at it.”

“So I’ll look atrocious?” you tease him smiling to yourself. He pokes the back of your neck with his fingers before continuing his work.

“You could never look atrocious, even if you tried.”

“And you are such a flirt,” you sigh. Over the years you’ve gotten used to his flirty act, it’s just who he is and though in the beginning your breath always got caught in your throat when he said something cheesy, now you just brush it off, only thinking about his words when you are alone in the night, struggling to fall asleep because you’re once again, thinking about him.

“M’telling the truth. Have I told you how beautiful you looked tonight?”

“Mmm,” you hum. He has told you that you looked pretty when the two of you left and he saw you walk out of your room in your black skinny jeans and flowy sheer top on, your hair loosely curled, but you didn’t really know what to say, so you just smiled at him and it’s the same now. You’re not the best at taking compliments.

“You really did. You always are.”

“And once again, you are such a flirt.”

“Complimenting a pretty woman is being a flirt?” he asks pretending to be offended as he carefully works on your hair and you wish you could see his focused face as he is trying to keep track of the sections between his fingers. At a lack of a witty comeback, you just shrug your shoulders, fumbling with your fingers on your lap.

You both fall silent as he concentrates on your hair and you manage to stop thinking, just focus on how his fingers keep brushing against your back every time he crosses two sections over each other.

“Hairtie, please,” he asks, his hand appearing next to you with his palm upwards. You place it in his hand and he finishes up his masterpiece. “There, it didn’t turn out as bad as I thought,” he comments once he is done. Reaching back you run your fingers over the braid and it feels good, he did a great job.

“Thanks,” you smile at him shyly, turning around. He leans back, making himself comfortable once again and you arch an eyebrow at him. “Need me to walk you back to your room, sir?”

“No, I’m perfectly fine here,” he grins smugly, tugging his arm behind his head as he takes up the right side of the bed.

“You’re planning to sleep here?”

“Please, don’t make me sleep alone on my birthday!” he pouts, giving you those damned puppy eyes. How could you ever say no to him?

“You better not push me off the bed in your sleep,” you mumble before getting under the covers.

You turn off the bedside lamp and the two of you start moving around, finding a comfortable pose to sleep in and you end up facing each other on your sides, Harry’s face squished into the pillow as his eyes are roaming over the hand you have laid between your faces.

His fingers start to inch towards yours until he hooks his pinky with yours, the touch sending a warm feeling down your spine.

“I hate sleeping alone,” he mumbles into the semi-darkness.

“Why?”

“Don’t you like it when there’s someone next to you? When you wake up and you’re not alone?”

“I like it, but I don’t hate sleeping alone either,” you tell him as your eyes fall to your linked pinky fingers. “Why do you hate it? You have the bed all to yourself, and there’s no chance of waking up to someone snoring or talking in their sleep.”

He huffs out a laugh as he buries his head deeper into the pillow.

“It makes me feel lonely. Which is ridiculous, because I’m never alone.”

“But lonely and alone are not the same, so it’s not ridiculous. You can feel lonely when you’re not alone.”

“I know,” he nods, his eyes watching your linked fingers intently, before he moves his hand so it’s now covering yours, his warm palm wrapping around your much smaller hand. “I’m never lonely with you, though.”

“So… you are only lonely when you’re sleeping or in the bathroom, because we basically spend every moment of the day together.” You smirk at him and see his dimple form in his cheek as he smiles at you nodding.

“That’s right. We are like glued together.”

“How aren’t we sick of each other already?”

“That’s never gonna happen.”

“You sure about that?” You raise your eyebrows at him with an amused smile, he is too sure about that answer.

“One hundred percent. You’re my favorite person.”

“Is that what you tell everyone?”

He gives you a look, but you just chuckle, sinking further into your pillow. His fingers start playing with your hand as he draws a deep breath.

“I only tell this to m’ mum and Gemma. No one else.”

Your heart starts racing at the thought of him seeing you on the same level as his closest family. You know how much his mum and sister mean to him, but you never thought you are anywhere near them in his eyes.

“You’re my favorite person too,” you whisper as your eyes meet over your joined hands. He smiles at you warmly, his floppy curls falling into his forehead and you want to run your fingers through them, feel how soft they are under your touch. Harry scoots closer, your faces only a few inches away from each other as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

For a moment you just watch him, thinking how good it feels to have him in your bed. How amazing it is to end the day with him so close to you. You wish all days would end like this, you wouldn’t have another bad day with him next to you.

Lying there and watching him slowly fall asleep, his hand still on yours, the bitter thought eats itself into your mind that he is only here because he feels lonely and wanted to be close to someone, not you particularly. And though you’re glad it’s you he ended up next to, you try not to get too accustomed to the feeling, because you’re just a temporary fix to his loneliness.

The door to Harry’s trailer opens and he walks in wearing his blue dress pants and crispy white dress shirt, fumbling with the top buttons to undo them. You glance up at him from your laptop where you’ve been working on his schedule for the upcoming weeks while he was filming.

“Hey, how did it go?” you ask as he places his water bottle to the vanity and then sits in the chair he spends his mornings in while his hair is being styled and tattoos are covered.

“Good. Messed up only a few times. Whacha’ working on?”

“Just your schedule, I’ll email it to you when I’m done, though you never check it.”

“Hey, I do check it! I like your color coding. I just suck at using it and you’re always here to remind me of the important stuff.”

You roll your eyes, continuing to type away on your keyboard as he moves around, having a snack and texting back people.

“Florence is coming over for a little after we’re done. We can order something,” he speaks up grabbing your attention again.

“Cool,” you nod with a small smile. “Is she staying the night?”

“No, we just thought it would be nice to hang out a little without dressed like this,” he chuckles looking down at himself.

“What’s wrong with Jack’s clothes? You look neat.”

“Do I?” he cocks an eyebrow cheekily, placing his hands to his hips as he looks down at you.

“Yeah. It’s a nice change after all the grandpa clothes,” you tease him and he gasps pretending to be offended at your words, though you both know you have nothing against his style. In fact, you love how he just wears whatever he wants, not caring what others would think.

“Watch your mouth or you can’t wear my bode jacket again,” he warns you holding up his pointing finger, shaking it at you, but you just chuckle at him, finishing up what you’ve been working on before shutting the laptop down.

“How long until you’re done?”

“Just a few more scenes. I think we can leave in about two hours.”

“Alright.”

“You done working?”

“Mhm, for now.”

“Come and watch the filming. You’re always so hidden in here.”

“Because I always have work to do,” you point out, putting the laptop to the side from your lap.

“Yeah, but you’re done now, so come out and watch me be the next Leonardo DiCaprio,” he smugly tells you, and it makes you roll your eyes at him.

“You’re so humble, H. Is something that comes with the age?” you tease him standing up from the small sofa, grabbing your phone from the table.

“You’ll find out in a year,” he smirks back as you follow him out of the trailer, back to the set.

Later that day you, Florence and Harry are chilling back at your apartment, munching on the pizza you ordered, watching some documentary on Netflix, just enjoying a lazy evening. You’ve become quite close with Florence, her personality is a lot like yours so you got along well from the beginning, the three of you often do things together outside of set.

You and Harry are sharing the couch while Florence is curled up on the loveseat. The temperature at the apartment is always nice, but you often catch yourself feeling a little cold in the evening, but it has more to do with the tiredness rather than with the heating of the place. When you pull your legs underneath you to warm your feet, Harry notices the action and knows right away that you’re starting to feel cold as always. Reaching down he grabs a blanket from the basket next to the couch and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“Come ‘ere,” he mumbles, draping the blanket over the two of you. You shuffle closer to him, making yourself comfortable at his side as he makes sure you’re fully tugged in. Then he leaves an arm around you, his fingers gently grazing your shoulder as he turns his attention back at the movie.

Glancing over at Florence you see the puzzled look on her, but you ignore it biting into your bottom lip, turning back to watch the movie though you’re having a hard time focusing. All you can think about is Harry’s touch on you.

It’s almost midnight when Florence calls herself a taxi. Harry picks up the glasses you used and volunteers to wash them, leaving you and Florence alone in the living room.

“So, what’s up with you and Harry?” she questions right away without beating around the bush.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you two has always been close, but now… it seems all too… couple-like.” She narrows her eyes at you, hands on her hips, looking like a mother questioning her daughter.

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not,” she scoffs. Then you pretend to be busy with folding the blanket, but you can feel her intent stare on you before she speaks up again. “You like him, don’t you?”

“What?” you huff with a not too Oscar-worthy expression on your face that was supposed to hide the panic in you. “Well of course I like him, he is my friend and boss.”

“But not just like that. You like like him.”

“Florence,” you sigh, just when Harry walks out of the kitchen, oblivious to the conversation that he just interrupted.

“You sure you don’t want to spend the night?” he politely asks her, but she just shakes her head.

“I’m not really up for spending the night on the couch.”

“You wouldn’t have to, you can sleep in my bed,” he simply offers and something is telling you he shouldn’t open his mouth again.

“You’re not taking the couch because of me.”

“I wouldn’t, I usually sleep at Y/N’s,” he states as if it was nothing, but you instantly freeze.

Yes, ever since his birthday he has spent way more nights in your bed than in his own, always raving to you how well he can sleep when you’re next to him and you couldn’t bear the thought of him feeling lonely, so you’ve been letting him occupy half of your bed through the nights. He usually holds your hand falling asleep and then you wake up tangled together, sometimes he is cuddling you from behind, other times you’re the one curled up to his side. He treats it so casually, like it really is nothing, he just always goes on his day when you wake up so you decided to not make it into a big deal either.

Florence gives you a wide eyed look that you try hard to ignore, while Harry is so oblivious to what he just caused with his statement.

“I uhh—thanks but I’m fine going home. Besides, I think my car is already here. See you guys on set tomorrow. Y/N?” she calls out walking towards the front door.

“Hm?”

“We’ll talk later,” she tells you and it’s a strong message that she won’t just leave it at that.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you nod awkwardly, waving her goodbye.

You and Harry clean up together and as always, he is the first one to use the bathroom and by the time you’re done, he is in your bed, waiting for you to join him. You don’t comment on his presence anymore, part of you afraid he would stop spending the night in your bed and you definitely don’t want that. Not much is left from filming, meaning that soon you are forced to go home where you and Harry do not live at the same place so you’re gonna have to sleep alone, like you did before. Only now you are way too hooked on the feeling of having him in your bed, even if it’s not in the way you truly want, it’s better than nothing.

The moment you get under the sheets, Harry reaches out and pulls you to his side. He hasn’t done this often when you went to sleep, only sneaking some small touches, but you don’t mind him being a little extra clingy.

“Filming is almost over,” you mumble into his chest, your hand lazily resting where his ribcage ends in his chest.

“Mhm.” There’s a short silence before he speaks up again. “What about it, Angel?”

“It’s just that it’s going to be weird going home. I got used to living here.” It’s your way saying that you’re gonna miss having him around all the time, but you’re not sure if he understands the hint. It doesn’t really matter anyway.

“You like cramped together with me?” he chuckles lowly.

“Was kinda nice,” you smile.

“Remember how you threatened me to throw my shit out if I leave my dirty clothes on the floor?”

“I do,” you smirk, thinking back to the conversation where you agreed to live with him while he is filming. “Didn’t find any clothes on the floor, so you get an A for that.”

“Wow, was this… a compliment?”

“Shut up, I always compliment you!” you laugh smacking his chest gently.

“Oh, no. You don’t compliment, you just tell me when I managed not to fuck something up,” he corrects you and your cheeks are heating up about how well he knows you.

“Those are compliments in my book, don’t be greedy.”

“M’not. I love how grounded you keep me with treating me like this.”

“Like what?” you ask furrowing your eyebrows.

“Like a normal person. With you, I don’t have to be afraid that I earn something because of who I am. You give no shit about my name, you always keep me in check and I appreciate that.”

“Can’t let you have a too big of a head,” you smirk, closing your eyes. He laughs with you, squeezing you a little before you both fall into silence, drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

You’ve managed to avoid Florence in the past few days. Her burning look has been making you way too nervous, you know she wants to know more about what’s going on between you and Harry, but truth to be told, you have no idea what to tell her.

Yeah, I’m definitely in love with him and we’ve been sharing a bed for a few weeks because he feels lonely alone at night, so he uses me to ease the feeling while I just let him because as I said, I’m in love with the man.

No, you can’t tell her that.

Now there’s only two days left from filming, meaning that only two more nights to spend with Harry and it’s making you a nervous wreck to think about sleeping alone in your bedroom.

You round the corner in the maze of the trailers after a phone call you had with Jeff when you run out of luck and bump right into Florence.

“I’ve been looking for you, Y/N. Come have lunch with me in my trailer,” she smiles sweetly, grabbing you by your hand so you can’t escape her this time.

“Oh I wanted to call—“

“Do it later,” she simply cuts you off.

Soon, you find yourself in her trailer as she eats her burger while she eyes you with suspicion.

“So, you and Harry sleep together?”

“Well, not like that. We really just sleep in the same bed.”

“Oh, makes perfect sense, sleeping in the same bed as your boss. Very casual.”

“Don’t make it sound so weird,” you frown at her words. You definitely don’t see Harry as your boss. You do work for him, but it never felt like he stands anywhere above you, the two of you have always been equal even before you became close friends.

“You gotta admit it’s pretty unusual,” she points out and you just look away from her. “So let’s talk about how you’re in love with him.”

“What? I never said that!” you protest, but she just gives you a look that says ‘cut the crap, girl’ and you know there’s no use to try to trick her, she sees right through you. “Don’t fucking look at me like that, I have enough shit on my plate without your judgment.”

“Oh, I’m not judging you. I’m just wondering why you two are not together already.”

You practically snort at her statement, finding it quite absurd and ridiculous.

“What? You two are perfect for each other and I’m pretty sure Harry loves you too.”

“Yeah, as a friend.”

“That’s not how friends act, Y/N. He wouldn’t beg himself into your bed every night if he was just your friend.”

“He is just lonely. He doesn’t need me, just someone to be with him.”

“That’s bullshit,” she scoffs. “You two are just being idiots.” Just as you are about to answer, your phone starts ringing. Harry’s smiley face appears on the screen, making you extremely nervous because of the conversation you are having with Florence.

“Hey,” you breathe out answering the call.

“Hey, where are you?”

“Just, talking with Florence. What’s up?”

“I got an email from Jeff and I have some questions.”

“I’ll be there in a sec.”

“Thank you Angel,” he hums before ending the call.

“I gotta go. Please don’t… bring any of this up for Harry,” you ask Florence, heading to the exit.

“You’ve gotta sort your shit out. This is not ideal, Y/N.”

“I know it,” you growl under your breath, leaving the trailer. You chew on your bottom lip nervously as you march back to Harry’s trailer. You feel so confused and anxious about this whole situation and the worst thing is that you have no idea what to do about it. Telling him how you feel seems like a stupid idea, but mostly because you’re terrified of rejection. What if it all meant nothing to him? If you were right and he is just lonely and uses you to help himself, it has nothing to do with you. You wouldn’t survive the heartbreak it would give you if he told you he doesn’t see you more than just a friend.

As you walk into his trailer he is sitting on the sofa with his phone in his hands. He glances up at you, a warm smile tugging on his lips as you take a deep breath, feeling very much out of place suddenly. Unfortunately, he immediately senses your discomfort.

“Everything alright, Angel?”

Angel. This nickname could make your knees go weak in a heartbeat and you hate how much effect it has on you. Especially in this state of mind you’re currently in.

“I just…” You shake your head shutting your eyes. “Why do you keep calling me that?” you ask, sounding way more desperate than you intended to. Harry puts his phone aside, looking a little puzzled at your sudden weird act, but he seems more worried for you.

“I, uhh—“

“And don’t tell me it’s because Hey Angel is about me. We didn’t know each other back then.”

You have no idea where this is coming from or why you even questioned him about it all of a sudden, but Florence just totally threw you off with what she just said. Harry stares back at you, probably vigorously looking for the reason why you are acting up now, but luckily, he doesn’t try to turn it into a joke as always.

“I call you Angel, because you remind me of the song. It wasn’t written about you, but the lyrics match up with… you.”

“What?” you ask in confusion.

“I wish I could be more like you, do you wish you could be more like me?” he quotes the song, not singing the words, simply just talking them as he stares back at you. “I see you at the bar, at the edge of my bed, backseat of my car, in the back of my head,” he continues and you feel your throat doing dry just from the way he softly speaks, standing only a few feet away from you. “I come alive when I hear your voice, it’s a beautiful sound, it’s a beautiful noise.”

You never really gave it another thought, but now that he has told you this, it hit you hard in the chest. You weren’t expecting, especially because those lines are rather meaningful, to you at least.

“I thought of it once not long after we first met and thought calling you Angel would suit you. Do you mind it? I can just… stop calling you that if you don’t like it.”

You shake your head. You never want him to stop calling you that even if it’s not that meaningful for him. If it’s just some game. It’s great to know that something reminded him of you.

“No, it’s… it’s alright.” Your voice is small, barely more than just a whisper. It’s a little too much at once. Florence’s words are still stuck in your head, and what he just said has felt like he just gripped your heart even if he doesn’t know.

You take a shaky breath, forcing yourself to come back from this hazy state of mind.

“So, what about that email?”

“You alright?” Reaching forward he takes your hand and you try not to flinch at his touch, just smile at him nodding.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” He squeezes your hand before dropping it and he luckily doesn’t ask any more questions.

You stay oddly quiet for the rest of the day and Harry surely knows something is wrong, but he respects you enough not to bug you about it any longer. He just stays close to you as much as he can, trying his best to take your mind off of whatever keeps you occupied.

On the way home you and Harry drop by a supermarket, buy some quick dinner, not wanting to stack the fridge when you’re leaving so soon. Then you sit in the living room, eating and watching some random movie that’s on TV. You snuggle to his side on the couch naturally, he doesn’t even have to pull you close this time. The thought of having left only one more night in the apartment makes you want to sue every little moment you have left in this bubble.

Harry makes you have a shower first tonight and when you come out from the bathroom, your bed is already nicely made, inviting you warmly. He is quick to finish with his shower and joins you in bed barely five minutes later. You move towards each other instantly, his arms curling around your form soothingly as you make yourself comfortable, melted into his embrace. You feel his lips pressing against your forehead and you almost start crying at the small action.

“Angel, I don’t know what has upset you, but I’m here for you, alright? You’re not alone,” he murmurs softly.

“I know,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. I would do anything for you, just like you do so much for me. You’ve got me.”

I wish, you think to yourself. You have him, but not the way you’ve been desiring. His hand moves to cup your face as he lifts your head so you are looking into his eyes in the darkened room, but there’s enough light coming through the window that you see his features. He runs his thumb across your cheek, gently caressing your skin and everywhere he touches you, it feels like your body is in flames. This something has been building up inside you and now you’re not sure how long you’ll be able to control yourself. And just as you think about how you really should put some distance between the two of you so you won’t regret it later, the unexpected happens.

Harry pulls you up just enough so when he moves his head he is able to place his lips on yours, kissing you out of the blue. His lips feel so soft, so fitting on your mouth, you let out a whimper when he goes further than just a gentle kiss, taking your bottom lip between his properly. It’s an out of world experience, you’ve imagined it so many times, but you never thought it would actually happen and now that it is very much happening, your whole mind goes blank and for a split second… everything feels right. You kiss him back with fever and with each passing moment the kiss grows more passionate and way hungrier than how it started. Harry’s arm tightens around you, almost pulling you on top of him and you can’t make yourself stop, not that you want to.

With a little force, Harry pushes the two of you around so now you’re lying on the mattress and he holds himself up above you, his lips never disconnecting from yours. He licks into your mouth, pulling and tugging on your lips, making your whole body go weak just for him.

But then, as if reality hit you in the head, you realize what’s happening.

“Harry,” you gasp pulling back, gasping for air. “This—We…”

“Angel, let me take care of you. Please,” he begs out of breath.

“What…”

“I want to make you feel good. I want to take care of you, please let me.” He sounds so desperate, like he would do anything for this and you are not strong enough to deny it from him.

It’s just his pity. He’s been using you for his needs, now he wants to give some back, it’s nothing more, you think to yourself. It can’t be more.

You lack the willpower to make a rational decision, so as you stare up into his eyes that appear so dark due to the lack of proper lighting, you just nod before he leans down and kisses you again.

He holds himself up on one arm while his free hand wanders down your body, touching you at places you have never felt him before. He palms your left breast, squeezing it gently and it makes you moan into his mouth before his hand moves down the curve of your waist until it reaches your sleeping shorts. Your body is burning for him and you can’t stop it from reacting to everything he does. You buckle your hips up when you feel his fingers gently graze along your pubic bone, even though you’re still fully clothed.

“What do you want me to do, Angel? I’ll do anything you want me to,” he pants between kisses as his hand moves to cup your heated core, making you moan again from the sensation of his touch there.

“I need you,” is all you manage to get out.

“I’m right here. You got me. What do you want me to do? Please, tell me, Angel,” he whines, forehead pressed against yours and his hips fall, pressing against your thigh, making you realize how excited he has gotten. His erection is hard under the fabric of his boxers, almost aching to be freed. There’s no way you can take any teasing or a long foreplay. You need him inside you now before you burst.

“Harry, I need you inside me. Please,” you whimper, almost cry, before he kisses you again, hard and demanding as he simply pushes your shorts down, revealing your naked sex since you don’t wear any underwear to bed. You grab the waistband of his boxers too and push it down until he can wiggle his legs out of them, leaving him completely naked in your bed while you still have a top covering your upper body, however he is quick to change that. He grabs the hem and starts pulling it off, your hands helping him so a few moments later you’re completely naked underneath him.

“Fuck, Angel,” he breathes out, his perfect, pink lips attacking the side of your throat, kissing and nibbling on the skin, going down to your breasts, giving the same amount of attention to both while you turn into jelly under his touch. lacing your fingers through his hair you cry out his name as you can feel him leaving a mark on your left breast, his tongue swirling against the spot he just completely destroyed before he brings himself back up so he can kiss you again and again with so much hunger, it’s hard to tell where you end and where he starts. Everything melts together and you’re such a mess in every possible way.

His hand gently reaches down between your legs and parts your shaking thighs before he cups you drenched pussy, his middle finger sliding between your folds, a shameless moan slipping from your mouth, right into his as your lips are still attached.

“So wet, I can’t wait to make you feel good, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

“Harry, just… please,” you pant, surely feeling yourself lose the last bits of your nerves.

“D’you have a condom?” he asks, head lifting up a bit so he can look into your eyes.

“I-In my, um, the makeup bag,” you try to explain gesturing towards your dresser where your makeup bag sits on top, two condoms somewhere inside it. Harry pecks your lips before pulling away from you, the lack of his weight on top of you making you shiver.

He digs into the bag until he finds what he’s been looking for, tearing the packaging open with his teeth and he rolls it on while he walks back, not wasting another moment. You cling onto him like a koala bear once he is back in bed, his massive body covering you again.

“Just tell me how you like it, I’ll do anything,” he mumbles against your shivering lips as he pushes the head in first, stopping for a second before the rest of his cock buries inside you, completely taking your breath away. He is bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with, filling up every inch of you, your walls stretching around him as he stills once he is all the way inside you.

This is it. This is the moment you’ve imagined oh so many times, feeling him the closest possible, his cock buried inside you, his cheek pressed against yours as he holds himself up on top of you. Years of yearning and endless nights when you imagined your hand was his… and now it’s your reality. And though you know it’s gonna change everything, you can’t tell yourself to stop.

Harry lifts his head, pecking your lips gently, calling you Angel over and over again as he starts moving, the friction between your legs growing with each thrust. He fits inside you so well, you won’t be able to enjoy sex with anyone else now that you’ve experienced it with Harry. All of a sudden, he has become the epitome of your whole life.

“Tell me what you want, Angel. Do you want me to go slow or fast? Tell me how to make you feel good.” His lips brush against yours with each word while you’re just trying to catch your breath, fingers digging into his back, the euphoria building up inside you gradually.

“A little faster,” you breathe out, speaking feels like a hard task at the moment. Harry picks his pace up, finding just the right rhythm that makes you wrap your legs around his waist so he can go even deeper with each thrust he makes.

“Look at me, Angel. Let me see your eyes,” he begs, his hand cupping your cheek. He runs his thumb along the line of your lower lip before he takes it between his lips, tugging on it gently, kissing you like you’re his last breath on Earth. He is devouring you, body melts together with yours, all your senses are strictly focused on him. He is all you see, hear, feel and taste.

Your gaze meets his and the way he looks at you, like you’re his whole entire world, it makes your eyes tear up. You want it to be true, you want it to be reality, you want it to be more than just about needs and satisfaction, but it’s not and your consciousness is not letting you believe otherwise.

“Oh Angel,” he softly hums, wiping away a tear that escaped the corner of your eye and ran down the side of your face. Keeping up his rhythm he kisses along your jawline, your cheek, your lips, the side of your face, the bridge of your nose, everywhere he can before returning to your lips with a hungry, passion filled kiss.

“Harry…” you whimper, holding your thighs tighter around his waist as you feel yourself nearing the edge.

“Let it go for me, Angel. I wanna see you feel good, cum for me,” he tells you, eyes never leaving yours as you are ready to burst underneath him.

“Harry, I-I need you!” The words fall from your lips as a desperate beg, arms wrapping around his torso tight, as if he could disappear from your embrace any moment.

“I’m right here, Angel. Right here,” he soothes you, kissing your lips sweetly as proof that he is not just a trick your mind is playing on you. “Are you close, baby? Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Yes! Yes!” you pant, losing control over your body and all your senses. It’s gonna be intense, you can tell and it hasn’t even started yet, you just know it’ll shake you to the core.

“Good girl. Let me make you feel good.” “So good,” you breathe out before Harry occupies your lips with his once again.

It doesn’t take long. He keeps thrusting in the perfect angle and it throws you right over the edge. Harry demands you look him in the eyes when your orgasm wash you over and the intensity of it all almost makes you cry again. You burst, lose yourself under him, screaming his name as if you were praying to all higher forces. In a way, you are, because for a moment you really think you completely vanish from this world.

Harry follows you just a few more thrusts later, falling out of his rhythm as he grunts and moans your name, face buried into the crook of your neck while you tug on his hair, the feeling of his soft locks between your fingers is like pure heaven.

He stills, but stays inside you as he looks up, his eyes filled with satisfaction and contentment as he cups your face again, kissing you long, taking his time with you.

As you come off your high and the clouds of euphoria clears off, reality sets in more painfully than ever. Your limbs are paralyzed and you feel like you are outside your own body, just watching everything happen as if you were a third person in the room. Harry rolls to the side, chest heaving wildly as he is trying to regulate himself. Once he is able to breathe without panting, he pecks your shoulder gently and makes a quick round to the bathroom. You hear water running and then his feet padding on the floor, but you can’t bring yourself to move, you just lie there, completely drained out. It doesn’t change even when Harry gently cleans you off with a damp washing cloth, throwing it to the side to take care of it in the morning. He pulls the covers over the two of you and scoops you into his arms. You manage to bring your arm up to his chest as your head rests on his shoulder. His fingers are dancing up and down your arm, his steady breathing keeping your overcrowded head grounded. And then… he starts singing so softly, it’s almost just a whisper.

“Hey Angel, oh, I wish I could be more like you. Do you wish you could be more like me?”

Your eyes shut close, the damn tears flooding again, but you keep your sobs drowned in your throat. Instead you force yourself to sleep and hope you live to see the morning, because you feel like your heart is about to give up on you.

When you wake up, you genuinely feel like you’ve drunk through last night and now have the worst hangover. It’s like you’ve been hit on the head with a chair. You slowly come to your senses and realize that you’re completely naked in bed and there’s a body curled to your side, equally naked.

The shock sets in first because you realize, once again, that what happened last night wasn’t just a fever dream, it actually happened. And then you basically jump out of bed when you look at the small digital clock on the bedside and see that the two of you have ten minutes to leave if you don’t want to be late to the last day of filming.

“Harry! Harry get up!” you smack him, kicking the covers off and grabbing your top and shorts from the floor, quickly putting them on. The man in talk growls, just rolling to his back without even opening his eyes. “Harry damn it! We have ten minutes or you’ll be late!” you snap at him and it somewhat wakes him up. With furrowed eyebrows at puckered lips, he lifts his head up and looks around.

Those lips were kissing you last night.

“What?” he mumbles in confusion.

“We overslept, get up. We have… eight minutes left.”

“Shit,” he mumbles under his breath, finally getting out of bed, reaching for his boxers.

It’s a shitshow as the two of you try to get ready on time and though you are running just a few minutes late, the driver of the taxi manages to speed down the streets fast enough that you arrive to set just in time.

During the whole ride, you feel Harry’s burning eyes on you, but thank God, you get a call from Jeffrey the moment you get into the car and it lasts the whole ride so you don’t have to talk with him about what happened last night.

“Y/N,” he tries when you’re still on the phone and he is already done with hair and makeup, heading to set to start filming.

“What?” you mouth at him.

“Can we talk later?”

“I’m busy. Go, I’m sure they are waiting for you,” you whisper to him and he looks so disappointed, but he nods and walks away. Your heart breaks as you lower the phone. You have been out of the call for some time, just didn’t want to talk to him.

Quite frankly, you’re not ready to talk to him about what happened last night. You don’t want to hear him say that he was just trying to help you out last night, that it wasn’t anything serious, just some messing around. It was just two people trying not to feel lonely.

Walking back into his trailer you can feel your chest tightening, a sharp pain shooting right into your heart the more you think about him. It was a mistake, you shouldn’t have done it because you are the one with the feelings and now you are the one struggling with the consequences of your little get together.

The more you think about it, the worse it gets and you feel like you’re about to suffocate. You need to get out of here, there’s no way you can face him now.

It all happens so fast. Before you can even second guess your decision, you’re on your way back to the apartment to pack all your stuff and get on the first flight back home. You need to put distance between you and him, spending one more night in the same apartment would make you go nuts. So while Harry is filming, completely oblivious to what you’re doing, you pack up your room as fast as possible and head to the airport to hop on the plane that leaves at four pm.

With a racing heart you check all your baggage in and make it through security when Harry first calls you. At first, you want to ignore it, but then you find yourself swiping your thumb across the screen.

“Hey,” you shortly greet him.

“Hey, where are you? Have been looking for you everywhere.” “I um… I’m at the airport,” you answer and the silence on the other end is deafening for a moment.

“You are at the what?” he then snaps.

“I had a, um, kind of emergency, so I’m heading back home now. Sorry, I would have called you, but didn’t know when you’d be off set.”

“You fucking packed and left already? You’re really at the airport?” He is fuming, Raging. You can tell he is pacing in the trailer, vigorously running his fingers through his hair, ruining it without a care. You almost feel guilty, but then again, you just know facing him now would break you. You’ll get back to him when you’ve pulled your shit together.

“I am, calm down, alright? Not a big deal.” “You just left on our last day here without a fucking word! And when am I seeing you again?”

“I, uhh—I need to be home for a while, but you’ll be fine. I’ll stay in touch with you in email and text.”

“Fucking text? Email?” he is barking now. Good thing you are not there because it would be a disaster. “Y/N, you can’t be serious. We-we were supposed to talk. You can’t just fucking disappear like this.”

“We’ll talk, alright?”

“When?”

“Later,” you simply tell him at a loss for a better answer. Hopefully, never, you think to yourself, but don’t say it out loud.

“Okay, you’re not doing this. Don’t you dare get on a plane, I’m going to the airport right now. You’re not leaving.”

“Well, I am and you’re not coming here,” you clap back, but you can already hear him moving around, probably gathering his stuff so he can leave right away.

“Swear to God if you get on that plane, I’m—“ He cuts himself off, no idea what to really say and you just sigh, closing your eyes. People rush by you and as you glance at the big screen you see that your plane is boarding.

“Harry, just… it’ll be better like this, alright? You’ll be fine, I’ll see you… when I see you. Have fun on your last day on set.”

You end the call before he could get another word out and put it on airplane mode right away as you grab your backpack and head to your gate.

Using your time on the plane wisely, you put together a very detailed schedule for Harry so he knows everything about his next few weeks and you can minimize your contact with him. You even set up a bunch of reminders in his calendar so he won’t miss his appointments.

When you set feet on the ground again, you expect the distance between you and Harry to feel comforting and freeing, but it’s the opposite. An ache in your chest is getting heavier as you get yourself a taxi and head home, feeling more alone than ever in your life.

Your home doesn’t feel like a home. Not without that one person who could make any place your home, but you can’t see him right now, not until you learn how to exist around him without the urge to faint.

Going to bed alone is pure torture. Every moment you are waiting to hear Harry shuffling around in the apartment, you miss his little snorts when he is watching the TV, his singing coming from the shower, but most importantly, you miss having him so close to you in bed. Now that you’re lying on your own, your bed feels so cold, it brings you tears as reality sets in. You miss him. You miss him more than anything and you can’t imagine a time when it won’t hurt anymore.

The crying pushes you into a shallow slumber sometime in the middle of the night, however, you’re rudely shaken back to consciousness when you hear someone banging on your door like crazy, pushing the doorbell constantly.

“Jesus fuck,” you mumble with a grimace, pulling a hoodie on as you make your way to the door hazily, probably still half asleep because you open the door without checking who it is through the peephole and you end up staring up at none other than Harry. “What the—What are you doing here?” you breathe out, panic sets in fast and your hands start shaking at the sight of him.

Harry steps inside without invitation and closes the door behind him, a stern expression on his handsome face.

“Y/N, what the fuck were you thinking when you left like that?”

“I-I told you, it was an emergency.”

“What kind of emergency? Because I called your mom and sisters, they all said nothing happened in the family, so what could possibly happen that needed you here immediately?”

“I don’t have to explain shit to you.” Shaking your head you try to step back to put some distance between the two of you, but he doesn’t let you, taking a step forward at the same time.

“Well I think we have a lot to talk about after last night, don’t you think?”

“I don’t want to talk,” you shake your head biting into your bottom lip. This wasn’t supposed to happen, why couldn’t he just stay where he was? “How did you even get here so fast?”

“Left as soon as we wrapped.”

“Where are all your stuff?”

“Left everything there, I’ll just go back and pack it up, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that for a girl who genuinely hates any form of working out, you ran pretty fast from you today.”

Any other day you would have laughed at his comparison, but not today. You just stand there, chewing on the inside of your cheeks as you try to figure out what to do or say. You were not ready to face him so soon.

“What do you want me to say?” you ask desperately, throwing your hands into the air.

“Tell me what it meant for you,” he calmly answers and you want to shake him. How is he so peaceful?

“No,” you shake your head. “I’m not doing this to myself, okay? I need time, Harry.”

“For what?”

“So I can get myself over this, alright? I need time, I—fuck this,” you growl, feeling the tears flooding your eyes again. Damn it!

“Why the fuck do you want to get yourself over it?”

“Because it obviously didn’t mean the same thing to me as it meant to you!” you snap at him and he raises his eyebrows at you in a way that tells you “you’re stupid”.

“What do you think it meant to me?”

“Probably nothing,” you scoff rolling your eyes, but the anger that bursts from him quickly washes your attitude away.

“Fucking nothing? You think I would get on a fucking plane first thing after filming for ten hours straight just to come after you? You think I spent all my nights with you these past weeks because you mean nothing to me? You know, for a smart girl, you can be pretty dumb sometimes.”

You blink at him in utter confusion, his words knocked you off your feet. He exhales sharply, long fingers running through his messy curls as he tries his best to calm himself down. When he is finally breathing somewhat normally his wildly vibrant green eyes meet your widened stare.

“Y/N, I thought we were on the same page. What did you think it was all about?” he softly asks, seeing how shook you still are.

“I, uhh—I thought this was all just some kind of distraction. You said you were feeling lonely, I thought you were just… kind of using me. And then last night was you returning the favor.”

“Hell no,” he breathes out shaking his head as he steps closer and this time you don’t back away from him. You let his hands run down your arms until they find your hands. “I thought this was clear, but I’m gonna say it then. I’m in love with you, Y/N, have been for a long time, I was just being a pussy and didn’t know how you’d take it. But then, when you didn’t kick me out of your bed the first night we slept together, it got me hoping and it was all heading just the right direction. Then last night happened and I was so damn sure this would be our turning point but then…” He breathes out shakily again, as if the thought still upsets him. “When I called you and you said you were at the airport… I love you, Angel, but I was ready to murder you.”

You let out a faint chuckle, feeling the tears bubbling in your eyes.

“Why did you run away instead of talking to me? Did you not trust me?” he asks softly, a hand coming up to cup your jaw gently.

“I didn’t trust myself,” you admit weakly.

“Oh Angel…” Leaning down he kisses your forehead tenderly, his lips feel like soft feathers against your hot skin. “Do you need me to tell you again how in love I am with you or are you gonna believe me? You’re not planning to run away again, are you?” he teases you making you chuckle as you shake your head.

“I’m not gonna run away, but I would love to hear you say you love me again.”

“I love you. I love you so fucking much, Angel, don’t you ever think otherwise for a moment, okay?”

You nod, lips curling into your mouth as your teary eyes meet his green orbs.

“I love you too, Harry.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” he chuckles breathing out in relief and it makes you smile. “I would never just use you. Love you way too much for that, Angel. You are everything to me.”

“Wish I knew that earlier,” you mumble with a bitter chuckle. It would have saved you a lot of tears.

“I will never stop saying it to you.” His forehead rests against yours, noses touching as his arms curl around your frame, pulling you close to him until you’re pressed up against his hard chest. “Just out of curiosity, what were you thinking when I told you, you reminded me of Hey Angel? Because I think it pretty much gave me away, but apparently, I was wrong,” he chuckles lowly, pulling back a little so he can look you in the eyes.

“I honestly have no idea,” you admit with an awkward chuckle. “I just had a conversation with Florence before that where she called me out about my feelings for you and I was still kind of in shock. Probably took it as just your usual flirty behavior.”

“I’ll admit I do flirt some, but haven’t you realized it’s different with you?”

“I guess not.” “Angel, you are… something else,” he chuckles in disbelief before leaning down he finally presses his lips against yours. You giggle into his lips, arms wrapping around his neck as he lifts you up from the ground, twirling you around, a squeal slipping from your mouth.

“So, now you have to go back to pack your stuff?” you question, still wrapped into his arms completely and you don’t want to exist any other way. This is where you belong.

“Yeah. Had to chase down this Angel who thought she could run away from me.”

“So how are you planning to get to New York by four tomorrow when you’re still here and have to go back to pack? Have you checked the schedule I sent you? You’re not gonna make it.” You cock your head to the side with an arched brow.

“Did you just go back to full assistant mode right after we confessed our love for each other?”

“Someone has to be responsible and we both know it’s always me.”

“I’ll just hire someone to do it for me, I’ll leave to New York from here. Happy?” he grins at you as you nod.

“Very. Because this means you can stay the night here.”

“Seeing the fact that I literally have nowhere else to go, because even my house keys are in the suitcase I left back… I very much need to stay here for the night,” he points out.

“Good. Come on, my bed felt empty without you,” you giggle, pulling him towards your bedroom and he follows you eagerly.

“I can definitely help that.”

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lawluaficionado · 2 years

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Cora's kindergarten teacher stands there with a frown on her face as she speaks to Luffy about his son's behavior...again...for the third time that week.

If it's not that he doesn't seem to listen, it's that he doesn't sit still. Or that he's too quiet or that he doesn't seem to want to play with the other kids. Or that he doesn't want to eat. On the rare occasion that he corrects her, it's even worse.

Usually.

But today, Luffy was called in because his little Cora just punched a kid in the face. And this tracher here just looks like she's waiting for Luffy to reprimand the boy in front of her.

With his blinding smile, he holds his little boy on his lap and asks him, "Why did you hit someone today?"

Cora plays with the hem of his shirt, he just shakes his head. Then he looks back at his teacher and back at his papa. He whispers in his ear, "Said I have ugly spots on my arms."

Luffy nods in understanding, "Ahh then it's okay! You have to defend yourself, right?"

It breaks his heart a little to hear that.

His son smiles then, and weakly nods.

"What?!" the teacher screeched. "I'm about to have him removed from my class for this, unacceptable behavior."

Luffy ignores her, "Next time Cora, aim your strong punches at their eye." He laughs as his son seems to start getting less devastated.

They leave then, Luffy in a rush to talk to Law about this new little bump in the day.

The teacher was livid. 'Obviously nothing gets done when she calls that parent in!' she thinks. Pulling out Cora's emergency contact card, she looks for the other parent's number. "Maybe then mute kid will actually correct his behavior!"

She calls, see waits and finally gets a hold of Dr. Trafalgar. Who just calmly stated he'd be there shortly.

Law would drop everything to go to his son. And as soon as he gets the call, he cancels his afternoon consultations and is on his way to his Cora's school.

He knows about certain behaviors that the teacher hates about his little baby. And he's never gotten the opportunity to actually speak with her.

But then Luffy messages him, so he blows off the meeting to go to the ice cream shop with his husband and son.

It's not like he isn't dedicated to his son's school life. Is just that Luffy has banned him from attending any school functions. Honestly...valid.

This was Cora's third school. And it's not because of their son...

Luffy has a track record of punching and name calling some of the other parents. And well Law doesn't do well with authority. Also he may or may not have threatened the school's principle with various forms of torture. Nothing was proven and no charges were filed.

Needless to say, they both came to an agreement (Luffy) that the more likable, happy go lucky parent would be the one accompanying Cora to all his school functions.

So, not Law.

When he reaches the little hole in the wall ice cream shop, he spots his son happily eating spoonfuls of a banana split. Luffy, uncharacteristically, isn't eating anything.

He greets them by kissing both their cheeks, but sits at his son's side.

"Sorry I was a tad late Lu-ya. Traffic was horrendous."

"Daddy, papa said that you are going to get me anything I want today!" his little joy smiles.

"Is that so? What could possibly be the reason?" he stares at his smaller husband.

The other laughs, "He defended himself today!"

That was a big feat indeed! Especially for their quiet baby.

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"That teacher has it out for him," Luffy grumbles as he preps his lunch for tomorrow.

Cora is in the living room playing with their two dogs, and watching over his baby brother, Ace.

Luffy continues, "She smells of obnoxious high end soap, looks uptight and hates my son. That's more than enough reason to change schools."

"Again, love?" Law sips his coffee. "It's almost the end of April. He'd be even more stressed. Why can't Robin still be home schooling?" he too grumbles.

"She went back to teaching at the university."

"What about the school Sanji and Zoro's triplets go to?"

"That's really far from both our jobs."

"Zoro can pick him up. And we could always just get him afterwards."

Luffy pauses, "You know what that'd be perfect! Torao you're the bestest! And he'd probably get more out of his shell hanging out with the triplets!"

"So it's decided, next year he'll go there."

Suddenly Ace starts crying, and Cora comes running to his dads.

"Baby brother fell on the tile!"

Law calmly walks over, "You get your cry baby tendencies from your papa, Ace."

"Hey!" Luffy whines. "That's not true, I was tough, just ask Sabo."

"Papa, uncle Sabo said you cried a lot." Cora chimes in, smiling.

Luffy dramatically falls to the ground, "BETRAYED by my own son!"

Cora runs to jump on top of him, followed by a now calm Ace.

Law happily watches from the sidelines. "He's ticklish, just so you two know," he teasingly says.

Both his sons gets a knowing look on their faces, ready to attack their papa with tickles.

Luffy is at their mercy, loving every second.

#lawlu #law + luffy #one piece lawlu #lawlu baby #lawlu baby is now named Cora after Law's very much alive adoptive papa #and ace who is also alive!

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zatl1-alex · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request Inosuke x Male!Reader headcanons for a reader who thinks Inosuke’s just the coolest? Like he always heaps loads of genuine praise on Inosuke and loves to watch him train and fight. Lol I think this feral boar man is so awesome and I love the goblin so much. (If you want you can add some nsfw but that’s up to you friend. I def won’t complain)

here's inosuke x male reader headcanons! :D//

Since the first time you saw Inosuke, he was in the butterrfly state, you were recovering from a fight with a demon.

He was training very hard screaming how strong he was and stuff like that.

Since that moment, you were fascinated, and you thought how cool he was, you didnt even knew his name, (yet).

So that afternoon, when he was resting, you approached him. -Hello! My name is M/N, and yours?-

Your heart was bumping very fast, you ignored it because you thought it was because you admire him a lot, he quickly told his name. You were very happy to finally m

eet him, so you told him about how cool he was, and how much you admire him.

Inosuke was surprised someone actually admire him that much, so he got very excited and starded to tell you his fights, (Obviously he added some things to make it sound more cool) and how flexible he was.

Quickly both of you were friends.

Months passed, and you heard from Aoi that he like to eat a lot, you were good at cooking, so you knew how to make him happy, so. When he came back. You bringed him a lot of food made by you.

He was eating very fast and you were waiting for his reaction of your food, when Inosuke finish the food, you asked him what did he think of the food. He loudly said -Delicious, I want more!!!-

Your heart was bumping very fast again, he had a little of rice in his mouth, your body move by itself, and before you realized it, you were cleaning Inosuke face with your hand.

You finished cleaning very fast and ran to your room, your face was very red.

Inosuke was very confused by that, his face was a little red, so he asked Zenitsu and Tanjiro about it (He had to wake them up), both of them agreed on something, he was in love!

He was very excited with that new feeling, so tomorrow he was going to tell you about his feelings.

The next day came, and you thought he was angry for your actions last night, so you searched him to apologise. When you find him, he grab you and take you to a room while he was making excited noices.

-W/n!* Im in love with you!- He said without hesitation wich make your face go red, the person you admire the most was confessing to you!

You didnt even think and said a little loud -Im in love with you too!- You hugged him and Inosuke hugged back, the moment was interrumpted by Tanjiro and Zenitsu, they were searching for him to train. Inosuke was obviously mad, so he chase them screaming how they ruined his moment with you.

You left a chuckle in response and go after him.

Since that moment, Inosuke knew what love feel like.

When he returned from Red Light District mission, he was relly injured. You taked good care of him all of the time, when he wake up, he told you all the details of the mission telling you how cool he was fighting Uppermoon 6. You told him how strong and brave he was.

Your admiration only grew more and more with that.

That night was your first kiss with him, he told you how lucky he was to have you, you kissed his cheek and told him something that surprised him.

-You saved me.-

// I will make the Nsfw part apart :D ! Tell me if you like it or not (Also, forgive me if there's some grammatical errors) :'D Have a good day/night ^^ //

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gaiuswrites · 3 years

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Ashore

Part one | Open Waters

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Frankie leave the beach with only one thing on your minds.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3.6k~

Warnings/tags: smut, ✨butt stuff✨, oral (f receiving), some lovey-dovey shit

Notes: Here we are friends. You don’t necessarily have to read Open Waters to understand the contents of this chapter (considering it’s mostly just booty bumpin’). You can thank heathens @javierpcna and @whataperfectwasteoftime for the debauchery to follow. It’s been a while since I’ve written and I’m genuinely nervous to post this lol but alas. We have arrived. Is it shit? Is it pure filth? Who’s to say hehehe. Cheers bebes x

Masterlist | read it on ao3!

The worst part was, you had to get gas.

Frankie drives. You sit beside him.

The return trip is hushed with anticipation—with sullied stain-glass imagery occupying the void. You've said next to nothing since you packed into the car; the only noise comes from the radio—the preset station phasing in and out as you wind along the backroads leading away from the shore—Journey, Jimi, Led Zep and the like all crackling dry through the speakers.

Everything, each micro-movement, feels stifling— like burning ants under a magnifying glass— each gesture riddled with intention, Frankie’s words echoing clear in the caverns of your mind.

He glances left right at an intersection.

‘Anything?’

He flips on the turn signal, blinking one two one two one two.

‘You gonna let me have your tight little ass?’

He steers the wheel with the heel of his palm.

‘When I cum, it’s gonna be here—filling you up.’

The engine rumbles as you idle at a red light—stalling. Dawdling. The sun spills lazily from the horizon, draining the last of the afternoon’s light with it, bleeding the sky scarlet—emboldening the horizon— and you watch as the setting glow catches the hair on his arm—there, resting on the console between you. His hand fists over the gear, knuckles creasing as they tense around the worn, leathered head. You’re playing a game—a silent, ruleless game. You know he can sense you observing him, can feel the heat of your gaze weigh on the flex of his fingers—the same fingers that had ripped an orgasm out of you not two hours before.

You almost unbuckle your damn seatbelt and fly out of your chair. You nearly break with it, with the unspoken tension filling the car like gas and fuck, how you crave him; how you yearn to put those fingers in your mouth and suck—lave the summer clean off his digits and bob around the long width and—

The light turns green.

Frankie resumes his hand to the wheel, your lewd fantasy dissipating along with it.

It’s minuscule. You would have missed it save the fact that you’re so acutely aware of every fucking breath you two share in the aluminum confines of your old Jeep. It’s a subtle thing: Frankie adjusts his hips— innocent enough— but your eyes flicker over to find the groin of his drying swim trunks tented.

You’re not ashamed to say it— your mouth fucking waters, you salivate— and as if on cue, he squirms again, seeking relief from both the blood rushing south and the blister of your stare. His lips part— the rasp of an inhale as he prepares to speak—before his focus is torn down to the dashboard, an orange symbol popping up in the gauge stealing his attention.

“Shit,” Frankie mumbles under his breath. Looking around, he scans for a nearby station and groans at the realization that he’s just passed one, spotting it in the rearview mirror. “Shit.”

You swivel towards the passenger side window, attempting to hide the I told you so expression pulling wry at your mouth. Not that you’ll hang it over him, but you did inform Frankie that the tank was empty on the way to the beach. You hear another muffled curse come from the man beside you, and the world goes topsy-turvy and reverses itself— the act of Frankie making a grumbled U-turn.

He puts the gear into park with a huff, Van Halen’s solo abruptly cut short mid chord.

The car door opens with a rusty squeal and Frankie clambers out, fishing his wallet from his back pocket and swiping his card through the reader at the pump—but not before he squeezes a palm into the plush of your thigh, thumb searing like a brand into your skin. I’ll be quick.

Fuck, you could have cum right then.

Your gaze follows his movements, dogging after him as he waits on the gas to fill— arms folded across his chest, strong build leaning on the frame of your car.

It’s not a novel concept to you, but God is that man broad. The ratty t-shirt he wears clings to him, pulled taut between the plane of his shoulders, the cut of his tricep apparent even from your vantage point; the corded muscle running up his neck flashing as he watches the digital numbers on the screen tick higher.

Shit, you’re aching for him— you can feel yourself throb into the crotch of your swimsuit. You’d have him right here—in the backseat, steaming up the glass— if it weren’t for the overencumbered bags and rickety beach chairs crowding the space.

With herculean effort, you wrench your eyes off him in search of a distraction, letting them drift to the dark flooring of the car. It’s been dirtied—white flecks speckling the interior—and you won’t be able to get the sand out of the matted carpets for weeks. It’s a nuisance, to be sure, but you have to admit that you’re sort of fond of it; little memories, vestiges in the grains, lingering long after the season ends.

Hello, remember me? each granule chirped, remember when we laughed giddy for hours, maddened by the grace of the sun? Remember when we burned red that time we forgot sunscreen? Remember when we bought soft serve from the surf shack and it globbed sticky down our wrists? Remember when we when we when when when…

Frankie, ever practical, hates it. It’s a pain in the ass, he’s told you, regaling you with the woes only a mechanic would care to know. It ruins the upholstery.

You’ve had your exchanges about the topic—your faux-squabbled back and forths—and yet despite himself, he can’t help but like that you like it. Conceptually, he gets it—it annoys him to kingdom fucking come and he’ll almost certainly take the vacuum to the mats first thing tomorrow, but he understands. He understands it.

He understands you.

You’re like that, you and him. You’re different. You are made of different things, a compository of fractures and fragments. Mosaic tiles. You don’t quite fit—not all of you—but you never force the pieces into any sort of place. You admire each other’s mismatched bits, those sweetly quilted jigsaws, and you hold each one up to the light and point at the unique curves, the notches and swoops there, and say I love you, I love this, I love this too.

When Frankie keys up the ignition and puts the car in drive, he keeps his hand on your lap. Arm resting over the median dividing you, calloused palm sealing over your quad, his fingertips knead a pulse into the meat of your leg with each bump in the poorly paved road— a reminder. A vow. Almost home.

You think he does it just to torture you.

It fucking works.

The sound of laughter parts the front door as you enter— Frankie had made some colorful comment about your absolute favorite neighbors, the ones who always leave their damn garbage bins in front of your driveway— and your key ring clatters as it hits the bowl on the side table.

You discard the bags, plopping the sandy things down in the entryway, and kick off your sandals— bare soles padding along lacquered wood paneling as you head to the kitchen for some much needed water.

The sound of the tap running camouflages Frankie’s movement, you don’t hear him behind you. He’s got stealth in him, harbored there from before. He’s light on his feet when he chooses to be—nimble-like, bordering on feline—and you startle with a bubbly chuckle when you spin around to discover him far closer than you anticipated.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping us hydrated,” you grin, as if it were obvious. You’re welcome.

He hums, the note rumbling against the cage of his ribs, and lessens the distance between you with a single stride. “That can wait.”

He rids you of the glasses, hurriedly placing them on the counter, and meets you in a kiss—and fuck can that man kiss. Frankie, like with all things, is responsive—attentive. His lips are fever-laced and wanton, and he roves against yours like they’re designed to— fated for no one else’s but your own— nipping and tonguing at your honeyed whines, orphaned there in the well of your mouth.

His hands vine up your body, so deprived of the luxury of your form - of touch - and he grabs at anything he can— your hips, your waist, your breasts through the cotton of your shirt— their half moon curves sitting ripe in his palms.

After ushering you up to the countertop, he strips you of your jean shorts, your bikini bottom sloughing down your calves along with them, and hoists your feet onto the fake granite, prying your legs wide for him.

When he gets an eyeful of your gleaming pussy, pearled with arousal, the wind gets punched straight out of him.

“Jesus honey,” he groans, “you been like this the whole ride home?”

Your brain is numb, lagging with lust. You don’t trust your voice to speak—all you can do is nod.

“Poor thing,” he simpers. “Poor pretty thing, all wound up for me—all wet.”

You whimper at his tone—graveled, just shy of condescending—and your knees weaken shut before he snatches them apart.

“Sit still.”

It’s a command, there’s no room for disobedience; he orders it with a soldier's voice—that dead thing he wears like dog tags around his neck. Vice grip widening your legs, Frankie sinks down onto his shins, head leveled with your core, engrossed with the sight of your damp sex quivering.

Blotchy warmth creeps up your neck, like ivy crawling over brick.

He’s staring at you— hungry and possessed and simply staring at your open cunt and you begin to fidget once more—riling under his umbered appraisal.

“Sit still baby girl,” he murmurs, softer now and desperate too—intoxicated with the heady perfume of your heat. “Lemme just— fuck, I gotta taste you…”

When he swipes the deft muscle of his tongue through your slit, your head careens back onto the cabinets, plates and bowls rattling behind the wood.

Oh god, Frankie.

He’s got a talent for this— an excruciating, body wracking talent. He thirsts for you something dangerous, something unquenchable; he tugs at your labia, forming his lips around your clit, lapping at your essence— the ocean musk, that sea foam wet.

You fumble through his hair, mussing the saline woven strands with urgent fingers as you grind grind grind, rolling your hips to meet him in a covetous show of want and he purrs into your pussy as you fuck his face, the scratch of his stubble chafing at your legs.

It doesn’t take long, not with the fervor of how he’s claiming your cunt with his mouth. You soak Frankie’s chin— you nearly fucking drown him with it—and he’s glistening with you when he finally emerges for air, pulling you to him to slant his lips against yours, letting you savor your own taste on his hot tongue.

“Bedroom. Now,” he husks, breath hitching as his nose grazes along your ear, and with two hands under your armpits, he gathers you off the countertop. Frankie lands a swat at the plump of your backside, sending you scurrying through the living room with a shriek—completely bypassing the abandoned pile of laundry left lying on the couch.

He smirks—delirious and ramrod stiff—sauntering behind you, enamored with the pendulum sway of your hips as you lead him to the bed.

You’ve never been here. You’ve never gone this far. You both have tiptoed this narrow line for months; he’s fingered your ass plenty—you have even gone so far as to don a butt plug. You’ve discussed anal—toyed with the idea, flirted in circles around it like tittering birds.

But you’ve never taken Frankie’s cock. Not yet.

He’s been working you loose and limber for the better part of fifteen minutes, delving himself knuckle deep into your slicked hole until you’re sputtering for more— until you’re downright sopping and fucking shaking— and not with trepidation but with desire. Frankie’s made you gluttonous. Frankie’s made you voracious.

You’re starving for him.

“You gonna let me have this now?” He presses a digit over your ass, kissing his thumb into the knot there.

You tremble, nodding frantic.

“Think this pretty little ass can take me, baby?”

He serves you a slap, plush skin jiggling and pricking pink under his palm. You keen into him, in search of the promise he’s been baiting you with and you arch your hips, gyrating back onto fucking nothing.

“Yes. Yes—” You twist, chin corkscrewed around to see him. You want to watch. You want to watch as he disappears inside you— as you swallow him.

“A-Are you sure?” he asks, suddenly gone gentle around the lines fraying from his eyes—those wrinkles he’s hard-earned and won, like badges, like medals—from all his years spent under an unforgiving sun, all of that which he has seen and endured. Survived. Your Frankie, always thoughtful, always checking. A goddamn gentleman, even now—even as his dick brays hard and angry against the soft of his tawny stomach. “Because really, we don’t have to—”

You cut him off with a whimper, splaying your pelvis up to him—spreading yourself, letting him see the filth dripping from your seam, dappling your inner thighs. “Fuck me,” you whine, both holes puckering for him. “Fill me up, like you said you would— please.”

Something shifts across his features like a shadow and his expression morphs until it steels— his pupils dilating to a predatorial onyx— and he spits into his palm, coating his shaft, jerking himself with it.

He hisses as he guides himself into you, as you accommodate around him, as you envelop him entirely— inch by veritable inch. He has to station a hand to the base of your lumbar, struggling to maintain his composure—air rattling in and out his lungs as he attempts to breathe.

“Shit,” he gasps, “t-this okay?”

You fist the comforter, coiling the fabric into a ball. It’s a stretch— it’s a real goddamn stretch— and briefly you consider that he might, in fact, snap you in two...

Francisco Morales is going to split you clean in half—and God, if you don’t you love it.

“Yes - yes baby - keep going. D-Don’t stop.”

He pitches into you, setting a legato tempo— transfixed by the lurid juncture where you converge into one. “You- you’re so tight. Shit, you’re—”

He silences himself with a delicious moan, biting at his lower lip until the vessels there burst and it purples, and deals a particularly aggressive thrust— one you respond to with an ugly wail of your own, eyes somersaulting in their sockets.

You’re both impatient, verging on rabid, and it doesn’t take long for him to set a rougher pace and fuck you faster - harder - hammering into your ass until you see stars, popping and fizzing in front of your retinas, a symphony of guttural grunts and carnal praise fogging up the bedroom.

Your pussy feels so empty you could cry—weeping and gaping and fluttering for him as he takes your tight ring of muscle, fucking himself to the hilt. It’s like he’s behind your brain—like he’s carved his way up your spine and nudging at the nape of your neck with how deep he’s driving into you—restless. Ceaseless. His balls slap slap slap against your puffy cunt and you pant— girlish and buoyant with the dulled smacks to your sore clit.

“Please,” you sob, “Please, I need—”

You can barely push the words out—your mind is of no help and your tongue lolls useless, languid in your mouth. Your motor functions have all but puttered to a halt, every scrap of you fighting to stay above the sensation that’s threatening to drag you under its current. The rip tide of it all, of Frankie’s cock, coursing through your ass, tempting to hurdle you out into the dark, wet blue.

“Tell me,” Frankie rasps, scraping through his throat. “Tell me, pretty baby.”

Your response is pathetic—you can hardly dignify it as a response at all. Your temple is pressed into the mattress, hair knotted with brine and sand, and all you can do is coo.

Frankie folds over you, angling himself to graze his teeth over your shoulder—savoring the salt and sex tang bathing your skin, all those pheromones and velveteen chemicals anointing you—baptizing you anew for him. He’s gruff when he murmurs, his beard grating your freshly tanned skin.

“C’mon sweetheart - hng, fuck - what do you need?”

“My clit,” you rush out, needy. “My clit. Please, oh my god Frankie I-I need you to, I need – oh fuck—” And your pleas are mummed by a rapturous moan as he trails his hand from the hollow of your hip to the apex of your cleft and flicks.

Fuck. Fuck, oh Christ—

There’s a ringing in your ears, buzzing you deaf, making you dumb—or maybe it’s just your heart, beating loud and errant against your skull—you can’t say. You don’t feel human. Frankie’s pounding into that cinched channel and playing with your clit—swiveling eddies into your swollen nub—and you feel like an animal. You feel debased. You feel disgusting and perfect and you’re fucking drooling; cheek squished and mouth agape, saliva pools from your wagging maw, darkening the white linen you’re being driven into.

“You need me in your pussy, too?”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer him— he already knows what you need, how you need to have every part of you gorged on him— and Frankie dips his fingertips into your entrance, hooking them up and up and in, fucking in time to the cant of his hips.

He’s in you. Everywhere, everywhere—every possible neuron and synapse consumed with him.

“You need me like this—fucking you this deep? Fucking both your pretty holes?” he growls, weaving his hand lower to grab a fistful of your hair, rucking your head up. Throat stretched bare for him, your mewls muddle to cock-drunk cries as he spears you on himself again and again and again.

Yes yes yes fuck harder please please Frankie

You're pleading with him—you’ve been reduced to meager begging— and a chorus of slurs sings your release as you contract around him and cum, the cradle of your hips bucking reflexively.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he seethes, “you’re so good for me baby, Jesus fuck—”

He’s close now—his blissed finish drawing nearer and nearer with each sharp snap of his hips. Frankly, he’s shocked he’s managed to last as long as he has; it’s a small miracle he hadn’t cum the instant he slotted himself inside you with that very first stroke.

“Baby,” he warns, losing his rhythm. You saddle your spine, hollowing out the valley of your back and arch pretty and supple for him— preening under his weight. He moans at that, and through your fucked out haze you have the wherewithal to smirk at him, devious and prideful, a wild look owning your eye.

Frankie has to brace himself on your hips, untangling from your locks to bruise into the pillow of your skin— gripping on for dear fucking life as he plows you. You’re strangling him. You’re strangling the thick of his cock until he’s dizzy with it—until he’s feral and blind and he can’t hold on, can’t keep fighting this fucking monsoon that’s raging in his core.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna—fuck me, oh shit—” He shouts, spurting inside you thrust for thrust, painting your virgin walls with his seed. It’s too much— after all that, and you’re still too tight— and he’s overstimulated to the point of delirium. Frankie roots himself still, cum dribbling out your stuffed hole while he rides out the high of his orgasm—his vision, his senses, his goddamn soul, slowly oozing back into him. When he slides free from you, he does so with a pained heave, leaving you yawning with his absence.

You feel shredded. Vacant. You’ve been sent to another fucking dimension all together.

Without wasting another second, Frankie claws you up. You’re easy and malleable, bones and muscles too strung out to protest, and he whirls you around to bar you to his chest—crushing your sweaty body to his with bullet marred arms— the same arms that have taken lives, that have spared them, too. The same arms that link around you, delicate and daisy-chained, like you’re the most precious thing he has.

And you are.

You are.

Frankie kisses you breathless, drinking rich from your cup— tongue greedy and reverent as he kneels there at your altar, praying his sins into your mouth.

So gorgeous, he croons, peppering your face—your flushed cheeks, your perspired brow—with his lips as he tells you over and over and over again.

So good for me, pretty baby

Was that okay?

Fuck, you’re a dream

You’re my best girl—you’re my only girl

Was that okay?

God, you’re my whole fucking world

Was that okay? Was I okay?

Are you okay?

You swoon, helpless to the contented sigh that seeps out from you like mist. You’ve gone limp against the breadth of him. He has reduced you to rubber, left wobbling in his grasp, and you’re so damn full—your heart and your body—all of it. You feel unequivocally complete. You feel safe, you feel home.

You are home. Francisco is home.

He’s flattening out the nest of your hair, taming the damage he previously delivered to it, earning from you a sleepy grin into the muggy crook of his neck. And with the last of your waning strength you hold his pieces up to the light—the light you left on in the hall as the night grew dark around you, the one who’s yellow glow your naked bodies bask in now, and you say

I love you

I love this

I love this too

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lunaekalenda · 3 years

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hi! i have a request about jean and reader that are internet friends who have never seen each other in a real life. they just chat somewhere using nicknames. one day they accidentally meet irl and jean invites reader on a date. later they text each other about this date and both feel jealous. they are just sooo confused, cause they like someone irl, then why they don't want their internet friend to find a s/o? and happy ending, please? i hope that you take good care of yourself, love u <3

omg sure! i just got heavily inspired about this, i hope you like it!! take care of yourself too, anon ! <3

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jean x reader

jkst is online

jkst is typing...

jkst: hi

Your phone rings at this last notification. You take your phone. The world-wide used avatar chat app sound comes with another message.

jkst: that sounded awkward lol

You unlock your phone and enter the chat, reading the two new messages. You type fast, a smile on your lips.

outofcoolnames: hey, Kir.

He told you his name was Kir. The first day you met, you received a little document with all the chat rules, in where you can't share your name, your city or pictures of you. It has to be safe for everyone. On the other side of the chat, Jean chuckles. He always does when he reads your username.

outofcoolnames: yeah like it sounded as if we were having a normal conversation.

outofcoolnames: what are you doing awake so early? it isn't noon yet lol go back to sleep.

Kir never, never messaged you before noon, and he always tells you he has been sleeping, so finding his message at 10 on the morning while you're working surprised you a lot. Fortunately, there isn't a lot of people on the book shop, so you can answer him calmly.

jkst: oh, you think you're funny? us adults have to wake up early for adult things. you'll never understand, child.

You don't know exactly his age, even when it is legal to share it on the chat, but you know he's on his early twenties. You raise a brow quietly. You tip fast while a couple enters the bookshop, with a little girl on their hands.

outofcoolnames: sure, geezer. now, if you let me, i have to work because i'm an adult.

You put your phone on your pocket, getting closer to the family. "How can I help you?"

The little girl tells you that she wants a "huge, no, enormous book about fairies with some dragons and a huge festival?"

You need almost an hour to let the girl decide between all the books you showed her. She finally decided for a illustrated book full of classic tales. You give it to her mother and, thanking the family, you open the door for them. When you close, looking at all the books you have to put back in the shelves, you hear an unpleasant sound followed by a deep moan. When you look at the crystal door, you can see a tall boy rubbing his forehead, his other hand on the door. You realize you hit him.

“Oh no, sorry, sorry.” you say, opening the door. He takes his honey eyes to you, his forehead a little red and his big hand rubbing the place where he got hurt. “Come in, please.” you say. You think you have a pomade inside.

“Yes, that was what I was trying to do, actually.” he jokes. You blush, you hit him and he’s literally joking about it.

“Please sit here.” You show him a little sofa you have for kids to read. He’s not sure his knees will enter on the little couch, so he says he doesn’t need to sit. You run to the back of the store, taking a pomade from the bathroom. “Here, put this. It should avoid a bump.” He thanks it and puts a little on his forehead. You look at him while he does it.

He has to take his light brown fringe out of his face to rub the pomade on his forehead. His hands are big, with bony and really long fingers that end on good-cared nails. His eyes are honey like color, and he has a mullet on the back of his head. He ends applying the pomade and takes his hand back down. He offers you the other.

“Jean Kirstein. Just in case you want to pay me a coffee.” You blush. After all, you hit him. Maybe you should invite him to drink something. Your half morning break starts now, so you take his hand.

“Y/N. And, casually, I have a break now. Where do you want to take a cup?”

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Jean opened the door this time and that made you laugh. He closed behind him and searches a free table with his tall body. He walks towards one.

“Sorry, I opened it, I still have war flashbacks.” You laugh and you both ask for your drinks. “So, Y/N, you should look more at doors.” you laugh.

“I know, I know. My bad, sorry.” you say. He shows a big smile.

He’s attractive, you can’t deny it. From his marked jaw to his smooth clavicle, seen through the open buttons of his shirt. Also, he has a really cute smile. He looks around, to all the people in the café. He smiles at you.

“So, you work on a book shop?”

Jean and you keep talking while you drink your coffees. He tells you he has been working on some art pieces lately. As you could suppose, he’s a painter.

“I wish I could live just by painting. I work on an office all afternoons.” He says. The smile on his face fades a bit when he talks about the office. You listen to him quietly, his face quietly changing when you ask him more about his paintings. The break passes fast and he decideds to give you his number.

"You know. That way you don't need to hit me on the face with a door." you laugh and blush again. Is he going to forget it?

"Please, don't tell anyone..." you ask. He nods and leaves, a huge smile on his face. You feel butterflies.

Does liking someone feel like this?

jkst: sorry, i disappeared today. i had a date.

You let the towel fall from your head while you read the message, the other towel around your body.

outofcoolnames: oh wow, a date.

You felt uncomfortable. Kir had a date. But well, you don’t know him. He has to search someone to date, after all.

jkst: jealous? :P

outofcoolnames: nah. i also got one.

Now is Jean the one looking at his phone with frown brows. He has no shirt on and he’s lying on his bed. He sits to read that message twice. You look at the paper with Jean's telephone number. Should you call him today? maybe tomorrow? or maybe send a message to let him know your number.

outofcoolnames: i think that silence means you’re jealous :D

Jean doesn’t know why, but he is. Damn, of course he is. He shouldn’t because you’re just internet friends, you didn’t saw each other. He doesn’t know how you look, what personality you have or if you’re even on the same country as him!

jkst is typing...

jkst is online

jkst is typing...

jkst is online

jkst - last connection, now

You look at it. Has he just left? The hell? What is wrong with this guy? You let out a sigh and change to the other app. You introduce Jean's number and search him on the list, your lip between your teeth. You find him. His profile picture is a cute selfie of himself and a little cat. You message him.

y/n: hey, i'm y/n. this is my number if you want to adress it.

His answer comes in seconds.

Jean: oh, the door friend. cool, adding you.

That way of jocking, that way of tyiping. Why does it remember you to Kir? You shake your head. It doesn't. It's just that Kir left unexpectedly.

y/n: yeah i'm sorry, i hit you with the door. should we see each other another time?

Jean: sure. why not tomorrow? when's your break?

Wow, tomorrow. The guy is fast as hell. You check the other app, but Kir isn't online. You send him a quick message.

outofcoolnames: hi?

Again, no response, no connection. You go back to the other chat quickly. You answer that your break is tomorrow at 11:30, as it was today.

Jean: i'll make the effort to wake up that early. see you tomorrow.

y/n: bye :D

You go to sleep, but you check the other app a couple times.

On the next street, lying on his bed, Jean checks it too.

"Good morning, y/n" he says when you enter the café. You search Jean. He's playing with his phone, moving it between his hands. You take a seat in front of him. You put yours on the table, side up. He does the same and you order some coffee. As the other day, you talk casually about a lot of things.

"Jean!" you hear a boy calling him. Jean looks around and finds the owner of the voice. He's a tall man, with a bun. Holding his hand, a black-haired girl smiles at Jean.

"Wow, Eren and Mikasa, the happy married couple!" Jean looks at you. "Could you excuse me for a moment? I promise I'll be back as fast as I can." He winks at you and gets up. You take your phone from near his. You enter the app. Kir has entered before, but he didn't answer you. You sigh and type.

outofcoolnames: look, kir, i... i was joking. i really like this guy and i think he also likes me but... when i'm here... i think about you. it is dumb because i don't know you. but i do. please, come back.

When you hit the send button, Jean's phone illuminates and sounds. The same sound your app has.

Wait a damn minute. Why did his app sound when you sent the message?

It has to be a coincidence. You debate between trying again and leaving it, but one more message isn't going to be a catastrophe. You tip again.

outofcoolnames: kir?

Again, his phone illuminates and sounds. Does that mean he is Kir?

You look behind you. Jean keeps talking with the couple. He said his last name before, it was something with a K, right? K, K, K....

Kirstein. Kirstein, right? He's not called Kir. It is a part of his surname. You enter fast his user. jkst. Jean Kirstein. Jean Fucking Kirstein. You look at him again. That's why his way of texting reminds you of him. That's why you think of Kir when Jean talks. Because it's the same person.

You like Kir. You like Jean. You like the two versions of the same person. Jean comes back quickly and he sits. He takes his phone. "Oh, did it sound?" he asks. But you can only look at him. You look at his hazel eyes. The eyes you wanted to see for so long, the lips you wanted to meet. They are all there. Kir is there.

"Do you use... ChatApp?" you ask, with quite voice. Jean smiles, blushed.

"I... I do.. I've met a person there. We chat often. Their username is really cool."

"The username is literally outofcoolnames." you reply.

"Yeah, but it gives like... What?" he looks at his phone. "Did you read my messages?"

You take your phone from under the table, the chat with jkst opened.

"No. I wrote them."

Jean looks at your phone. That's his ChatApp account. That's your ChatApp account. That is your chat. His head was a mess. He liked two people. But you're both of them? Is this fortune?

"You... You don't know how much I wanted to meet you." he sighs. He admires every single detail of your face. They all are like in your descriptions. He has been so blind.

"I also wanted to meet you. But Jean appeared before Kir. I liked Kir, but I assumed he had his partner, and you looked really interested..." you whisper.

"Do you believe in destiny?" he asks. He takes his phone to the table again. You shake your head. "Then, how do you explain that I fell in love with the same person twice?" he says. "Not once. Twice. With your personality through a screen, and with you all in your book store. This are signals. We belong together." you look at him. That's Jean, but he's also Kir. Your Kir.

The boy that made you feel so much through a simple screen. The one that is smiling at you now. Looking at you with sweet and hazel eyes. He uninstalls the app in front of your asking eyes.

"We don't need this anymore. Now we are face to face. And I hope it is for a long time."

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jelenamasterpost · 3 years

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2012

INDEX: purple font signifies importance, whether that be a specific date, quote, etc - I will later release a full index of all important dates and information combing each year of the Jelena timeline, but in the meantime, purple font signifies key information in their story to later come back to.

January 1st:

Selena celebrated NYE by Justin's side at his private party at the Glass House in NYC following his performance on Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve:

"He...danced with Selena, showing off, picking her up and swinging her around like it was Dancing With the Stars," a source tells E!

*E! article here (x)

January 2nd:

Selena tweets (a now deleted) photo she posted to her instagram of Justin with a big smile captioned:

“This smile is because of Carly Rae Jepsen.. We have not stopped listening to your song girl!” in response to CRJ’s single “Call Me Maybe”

*tweet here (x)

January 3rd:

Selena was spotted getting gas and McDonalds on way to Justin’s house

*photos here (x)

January 4th:

Justin, Selena, Taylor Swift, JoJo and Francia attend The Laugh Factory in Los Angeles

*photos / article here (x) (x)

January 6th:

Justin and Selena are photographed in Los Cabos, Mexico

*photos here (x)

January 7th:

Photos of Justin and Selena in Los Cabos, Mexico

*photos here (x)

January 9th:

Justin adds photo of him and Selena in Los Cabos, Mexico to instagram captioned:

“2 much fun”

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January 10th:

Selena and Justin are photographed arriving at a restaurant together in Hollywood, California

*full article / photos here (x)

January 13th:

Selena and Justin are spotted by fans while walking with Baylor in Balboa Park, California

*full article / photos here (x)

January 14th:

Selena and Justin are spotted and photographed grocery shopping together with some family members in Encino, CA

*photos here (x)

January 15th:

Selena and Justin are photographed arriving at a friends house for Football Sunday

*full article / photos here (x)

January 16th:

Justin and Selena drive to Disney Land and were spotted walking on streets of Anaheim

*photos here (x)

January 17th:

Justin and Selena attend Disneyland together and are spotted kissing - they also run into Selena’s on-screen mom, actress Maria Canals Barrera, who tweeted a photo of herself with Selena and Justin writing “You never know who you’ll bump into at Disney Land.”

*full article / photos here (x) (x) (x)

January 22nd:

Selena continues her We Own The Night World Tour for the final South American leg of the tour this evening in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

The tour runs through January 22nd-February 11th

Fans spot both Selena and Justin in San Juan and take fan photos with the couple - Alfredo later confirms Justin was indeed in Puerto Rico but that they were flying back to LA the following day

Alfredo Flores:

"Went to dinner tonight in Puerto Rico. Justin ended up eating fish… I wanted him to try something Puerto Rican but he really wanted fish.. LOL what a waste of trying. Selena had a great show though and it was awesome seeing all the fans at the arena. I met so many of you and it was so much fun. Last day tomorrow and then we have to fly back to LA. Enjoying my last moments tomorrow. Te Amo."

*photos here (x) / Wikipedia tour dates (x)

February 2nd:

Selena covers the March issue of Cosmo and mentions Justin a few times in her interview

Talking about Justin:

“I’m just like every 19-year-old girl. If you’re in love, you’re in love to the fullest, and you just want to go to the movies, hang out, and be as normal as possible. I’m fortunate that I’ve found someone who has that philosophy … [Love] is the most powerful thing. When it comes to my family, friends, a relationship … it centers me. You only live once, and I want to be proud of everything that I do and just have fun. I want to be able to say that I had a really fulfilled, fun life.”

Talking about Nick, an ex:

“I was in a relationship previously where I had to hide everything and it wasn’t my choice. I had to go through different exits and take separate cars and do the craziest things, and it just really wasn’t worth it. It was like a year of my life completely wasted.”

February 11th:

Selena officially finishes her We Own The Night World Tour as she performs her final show of her South American leg in Montevideo, Uruguay

She also announced via her official Facebook that her and her band Selena Gomez & The Scene would be taking a prolonged hiatus as she will focusing primarily on acting this year:

This tour has been amazing, Thank you all for all the love and support you have shown me on this tour. Today is the last show but.... I will be back. Love you all.

Just to clear up my last instagram post, my band and I are going our separate ways for a while. This year is all about films and acting and I want my band to play music wherever with whoever. We will be back but, it will be a good while. I love them and I love you guys

*Facebook status here (x)

February 12th:

Justin is photographed picking up Selena from LaGuardia Airport in New York, who just finished her South American tour the night prior

They're later photographed together shopping in H&M and again that evening getting dinner at Thai Bistro in Manhattan posing for fan photos

*photos here (x) / here (x) / and here (x)

February 13th:

Justin and Selena are seen arriving at their New York City hotel on the eve of Valentines Day.

Justin gifted Selena a diamond ring for Valentines Day with the letter "J" on it - she uploaded a photo of her hand and the ring to Instagram with the caption:

"I'm finally home :)"

*E! article / photo of ring here (x)

February 14th:

Justin and Selena spend part of their Valentines Day at Disneyland with his whole family and were photographed carrying around his younger siblings.

*full article / photos here (x)

February 15th:

Justin and Selena are spotted at iHop and Chuck E Cheese in Encino, California

*photos here (x) / and here (x)

February 17th:

Justin and Selena were spotted/filmed while out shopping at The Beverly Centre

Justin and Selena later took to the Malibu oceanfront with his younger siblings and were photographed

*beach photos here (x) beverly centre here footage here (x)

February 18th:

Justin and Selena were photographed out as they took his younger siblings, Jaxon and Jazmyn, for a trip to Japanese spot Benihana in Los Angeles.

Stuart Montalvo, general manager of the restaurant, tells HollywoodLife.com:

“Justin and Selena were here this past Saturday with a group of people. They are really nice and polite. They come here quite often and usually order the same thing: Rocky’s Choice, which is Hibachi steak and chicken breast. Justin’s younger brother and sister were also with them. It was a family affair. Everyone was in a great mood and laughing and having fun. Justin and Selena were very affectionate. They were holding hands when they walked in and when they left. They looked like they are very fond of each other.”

Justin and Selena recruit their friend Ashley Tisdale and crew (including Ashley's boyfriend Martin Johnson from Boys Like Girls, Sammy Droke, Mateo Arias, Logan Henderson, Kendall Schmidt and Carlos Pena) to film themselves lip-synching and dancing to Carly Rae Jepsen’s Call Me Maybe in a home-made video

*photos earlier that day here (x)

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February 19th:

Taylor Swift films "dance challenge" with Zac Efron on behalf of Ellen's dare at the premiere of The Lorax, and includes footage from the same day of the premiere dancing up on Justin in the studio and Selena at the event

*full article here (x) (x) *full video here (x)

February 22nd:

Justin and Selena went to UNDER THE GUN tattoo parlor in Hollywood to get Selena her first tattoo. Jordan Sandoval tweeted a picture of Selena and Louie, the tattoo artist who tattooed her.

(he is quoted saying its a heart, but its actually a music symbol and has been long speculated to actually be a disguised "J")

“She got a little heart tattoo at Under The Gun, in Hollywood by Louie Gomez @selenagomez.”

Carly Rae Jepsen and Justin hang out in the studio, upload a photo together and announce they've recorded a song via Twitter

Carly's Tweet:

I finally got to say thank you in person. Ps @/kukharrell @/justinbieber and I may have worked on a little song tonight.

Justin's Tweet:

my first impression of @/carlyraejepsen - kind, talented, and the real deal. this is going to be fun. welcome to the team.

*tattoo parlour photos here (x)

February 23rd:

Justin and Selena are photographed as they stop at The Commons at Calabasas in Calabasas, California - they later stopped for coffee at Starbucks and frozen yogurt at Menchie’s with their entourage, and Justin debuts his dyed brunette hair.

*full article / photos here (x)

February 25th:

Justin and Selena are photographed having lunch together at Sushi Den then again as they head into the Sherman Oaks Galleria to catch an afternoon movie together in Sherman Oaks, Calif.

Justin adds a photo of him and Selena to his Instagram

Later that evening while grabbing dinner they met Richard Reid in an elevator and stopped to pose for a photo with him that Richard ended up posting to his Twitter - after being flooded with questions from Justin fans, he began answering a few, revealing publicly via Twitter that there was boob grabbing (?)

*photos from earlier in the day here (x) Richard Reid photo here (x) Richard Reid tweet here (x)

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February 26th:

Justin and Selena are photographed by fans renting movies at a Hollywood Blockbuster

Selena speaks to Access Hollywood about her new diamond studded ring in the shape of a "J" from Justin and whether or not its an engagement ring. When asked to show off the jewelry, she suddenly came down with a sudden case of stage fright:

“No, no — that’s like almost a friendship ring, it’s just for fun.”

“No! You’ll see it in pictures!”

“I get nervous.” she added with a laugh.

*blockbuster photos here (x) / AccessHollywood article here (x)

February 27th:

Selena officially begins filming Spring Breakers in St. Petersburg Florida alongside Vanessa Hudgens and Ashley Benson

February 29th:

Justin films his appearance for The Ellen DeGeneres Show (that airs the following day) to reveal that the first single from his upcoming album, Believe, was called Boyfriend and would be released March 26th - while filming, he's surprised and gifted an electric car from his manager Scooter Braun for his birthday

*full article here (x)

March 1st:

Selena adds photo to instgram for Justin’s birthday captioned:

Happy birthday to my best friend in the whole world!!! Have a great birthday baby!

March 2nd:

Selena is photographed leaving a medical clinic after getting bloodwork while still in St. Petersburg Florida

She's later seen arriving into LAX, having flown in for Justin's birthday party

Justin’s birthday party is this evening and Carly Rae Jepsen performs - Selena, their mutual agent Nick Styne, Jaden Smith, Ashley Tisdale, Ryan Good, Tori Kelly, Alfredo, Ashley Cook and Samantha Droke are also in attendance

*Medical Clinic article here (x) / DailyMail article here (x) / JustJared photos (x)

March 5th:

Its been reported that Justin is buying a $10.8million property in the Hollywood Hills to set up for himself and Selena

*DailyMail article here (x)

March 11th:

Justin flies down to Florida and takes Selena, Ashley Benson and her boyfriend Ryan Good, Justin's mom and his grandparents for a fishing trip excursion.

They are later spotted by fans at Gratzzi Italian Grille and Cracker Barrel before ending up back at their hotel.

Justin tweeted:

"great day fishing. time with grandpa doing the simple things in life. great day."

"Show the ones you love you love them. Take the time to make sure they know,"

*DailyMail article here (x) more photos here (x)

March 12th:

Justin visits Selena on the set of Spring Breakers

Later that evening, they meet up for dinner and drinks at a sports bar with Ashley Benson and Ryan Good in St. Petersburg Florida and have their first public fight - shortly after arriving Justin stormed out of the bar, followed by Selena chasing after him to their car.

“Justin’s security team drove the battling couple down the street to an alley where they had a ‘private conversation.’ After settling their dispute, they went back to the bar and continued boozing it up. By the time they left it was clear that the underage couple appeared to have had too much alcohol to drink.”

They were later photographed leaving the restaurant seeming to have made amends, but were reported to have been intoxicated.

*full article detailing fight here (x) *justin visiting set photos here (x)

March 13th:

Justin is photographed arriving back into LAX from Florida

March 15th:

Selena, Justin and her family are photographed leaving Cedars Sinai Medical Office Towers in Los Angeles California - Selena had a bandage around her arm where it looked like she had blood taken.

Upon getting in the car, Justin laid down in the seat so he wouldn't be seen by the camera.

*full article here (x)

March 16th:

Justin is photographed at Cedars-Sinai Medical Centre waiting outside in his vehicle and allegedly is there with Selena - she was also there the day before getting blood work

*full article / photos here (x)

March 26th:

Justin does a radio interview with Ryan Seacrest on KIIS-FM explained how he tries to stay busy while Selena is away filming her movie:

“I work all day, it keeps me occupied.”

March 30th:

Justin sits down with Complex and talks about Selena and growing up in the game:

Complex: Obviously, you and Selena are fodder for the gossip blogs everyday. How hard is it to keep your relationship private?

JB: It’s so hard, because everyone’s got a camera-phone, and now everyone wants to get their picture on the blogs. So they’ll send anything that they have to the blogs. So you don’t really get any privacy. If I want to go out to eat, if I’m in L.A., I just have to expect that there’s going to be someone there. That’s the only thing that I don’t like.

Complex: Is it tough for you guys? A lot of people like, hate it. Do you guys hate it, or is it like, “This comes with the territory, we’ve got to deal with it, it sucks?”

JB: I’m kind of both. I don’t like it, but I understand it. I’ll be covering my face or something, and the comment that pisses me off so much is, “Oh, get over it, Justin. You’re famous. People are going to take your picture. Just suck it up. You’re rich. You’re making a lot of money. Suck it up. This is one of the things that you have to do.” I’m like, “Yo I just got off an eight-hour flight. I’m tired. My eyes have bags under them. I’m not trying to take pictures.” I’m not going to come to your house, wake you up out of a deep sleep and start snapping your picture, no matter how you look right now. It doesn’t matter. When I get off a flight, I’m not trying to sit there and let them take pictures of me. I’m tired. I’m scratching my eyes. I just don’t like taking pictures in general.

Complex: There’s been high profile couples in history: Justin and Britney, Jay and Beyoncé. Jay and Beyoncé kind of kept it private. Everyone knew they were together, but they kept it quiet. Even with the kid, they kept it so under wraps. Do you learn anything from those relationships? And do you guys talk about that?

JB: Yeah. I mean, for me, it’s like, there’s no way to hide it completely, because then it would be unfair for us. Then, we’re not even able to have a relationship. It’s like, “You take this car, and I’ll take this car, and then we’ll meet up at the spot. Then, you go in this door, I’ll go in this door. We’ll end up crossing ways. You get back in this car. We’ll cross over, do a James Bond. You go through the kitchen. I’ll go through the back area. Then we’ll meet in the dressing room and see each other.” At that point, it’s like, it’s not even a relationship. You’re just hiding from everyone. That’s unfair and unhealthy, man.

*full Complex article here (x)

March 31st:

Justin and Selena both attend The Kids Choice Awards though walk the red carpet separately - Justin gets slimed during the ceremony and they both win awards

(note to self: Selena seems a bit high during interviews backstage)

April 4th:

Selena and Justin are photographed having a Subway picnic overlooking the city at Griffith Park in Los Angeles.

*full article / photos here (x)

April 5th:

Justin and Selena held hands as they headed to Panera Bread for lunch in Glendale, California

*DailyMail article / photos here (x)

April 6th:

Justin and Selena were photographed getting food at the Chick-fil-A drive-thru

*full article / photos here (x)

April 7th:

Justin and Selena were spotted by fans at a grocery store and posed for photos

*photos here (x)

April 9th:

Justin, Selena and Alfredo are spotted/photographed by fans while going to watch American Reunions in theatres

*photos here (x)

April 11th:

Seventeen Magazine releases their May issue with Justin on the cover and ask about Selena during his interview:

Seventeen: Everyone is so interested in your personal life, especially your relationship with Selena. A lot of your fans don’t approve…

Justin: Everyone has haters, so you always have to deal with the negativity and be positive about it. I don’t think it’s nice; I’d rather they be nice, but at the end of the day I don’t let it affect me.

Seventeen: You’ve planned some amazing dates for Selena - who taught you to be so romantic?

Justin: I’m just trying to make her happy, that’s all. I think it’s important to make all woman feel like they’re princesses because every girl is a princess, I’m serious.

Seventeen: Will.I.am said he thinks it’s important for people to experience heartbreak so they’ll have something to sing about. What do you think?

Justin: I haven’t gone through it so I don’t really know what it’s about. I don’t think anyone wants to have heartbreak. I haven’t been in that deep a place yet, but I’m still looking. I’m still learning every day.

Seventeen: Would you and Selena ever record music together?

Justin: Yeah. I love her music, so maybe we could collaborate.

*full article here (x)

April 12:

Justin, Selena and Alfredo are photographed snowboarding at Big Bear Ski Resort in Big Bear Lake, California

*photos here (x)

April 14th:

Justin and Selena go to Jupiter, Florida for the weekend to celebrate the wedding of one of Justin’s friends and check into The Inn at Admiral’s Cove

They later attend Allison Kaye's wedding

*full article here (x)

April 17th:

Justin and Selena attend Lakers game together after both separately appearing on DWTS and American Idol, and publicly share an intimate kiss when put on the spot via the events Kiss Cam

April 19th:

During an interview with The Insider to promote her new perfume line, Selena is put to the test to correctly guess Justin's perfume through a sniff-test:

"The Insider's Brooke Anderson lined up three unlabeled fragrances for Selena, which included Justin's Someday perfume, challenging her to pick out his scent from the trio.

"I'm such a bad girlfriend," Selena sheepishly muttered when she confused Someday for Paris.

Selena revealed that Justin is impressed with her concoction and went on to explain why his opinion carried so much weight when she was creating the scent for her perfume, not only as a fellow perfumer, but also as a guy, citing "romantic" reasons."

*full video here (x)

April 20th:

Selena debuts a new additional music video for Hit The Lights

Selena appears on On Air with Ryan Seacrest and opens up about her Kiss Cam at the Lakers game earlier this week, and Justin’s upcoming debut with Taylor Swift.

Asked about the Kiss Cam, Selena called it "the most humiliating thing that’s ever happened to me, probably."

“They were showing these little elderly couples, and it was so cute. Then all of a sudden we’re both looking up and we come on the screen and it’s like … it was so awkward. It was so weird. I mean you have to kiss, right?”

"They wrote a song together and it’s beautiful - it’s amazing - I don’t know if it will make the album, but if not I’m sure they’ll release it at some point, because it’s a really great record. It’s kind of like … it’s Taylor and Justin combined. So it’s a little bit of an upbeat song, but it’s very acoustic.”

*full video interview here (x) / *full RadarOnline article here (x)

April 21st:

Selena visits Justin on set for his music video “Boyfriend” and the two are photographed hugging/kissing/being affectionate

*full article / photos here (x)

April 27th:

UsWeekly releases a special edition of their magazine featuring Justin and exclusive photos/interviews titled Inside My World: Justin Bieber. He's questioned about Selena during his interview and mentions recently gifting her a diamond bracelet:

UsWeekly: At least you get quality time with Selena. What do you love about her?

Justin: I dunno! She just carries herself in a very elegant way. And my family loves her, which is usually hard because my mom’s really picky. My mom wants, you know, a good Christian girl with good manners.

UsWeekly: Do you understand girls better now?

Justin: Well, every girl is different, so they are hard to figure out. Like, the way most men work is the same. But each woman works differently. It’s like I can’t figure them out! But I do know girls like you to tell them you love them and that they’re all beautiful all the time. So I do that a lot with any girl I’m with. I tell them that as much as possible.

UsWeekly: Most romantic gift you’ve ever given?

Justin: I’m not saying to who- but I gave a girl an expensive diamond bracelet recently. It was so pretty, I knew she’d love it!

UsWeekly: Would you and Selena ever do a duet?Yeah. I think she’s very talented.

Justin: That would be very cool. We have nothing planned- but I’m not opposed to it!

*full interview here (x)

May 16th:

Justin featured in GQ magazine/interview:

"I keep my guard up a lot," the singer says in the latest issue of GQ.

"Because you know, you can’t trust anyone in this business. That’s what’s sad. You can’t trust anybody. I learned the hard way.”

May 18th:

The Hollywood Gossip reports that Justin and Selena may have broken up after Justin cryptically tweets/deletes:

“thank u for the time i had with you but i have to move on now..”

*full article here (x)

May 20th:

Justin attends Billboard Music Awards solo in Las Vegas

May 20th:

Justin sits down with Sunday Times for an interview and reveals when news of his “love child” with Mariah Yeater broke, Selena called him right away. Justin also revealed that he wrote a song dedicated to Selena titled 'Be Alright.'

“She was like, ‘Do you see what they’re saying on the internet?’ I was like ‘Yeah.’ She was, like, ‘So…’ I was, like ‘No, it’s not true’. ‘Okay, thank you, bye!’ That was it, she trusts me."

“I’m going to call my girlfriend.” So he does, reaching Selena on the Florida set of her new film Spring Breakers.

“Whats up baby? I can’t stop thinking about you… I said I can’t stop thinking about you. That’s all. Yes, so, um, I gotta do this interview but I just wanted to call and hear your voice really quickly… Okay, I love you. Okay bye.”

Skype and FaceTime keep them connected, he says.

“Ten years ago, or even five years, long distance relationships were much harder. Now you see each other anytime you want!”

May 25th:

Justin and Selena reunite as he picks her up from the LAX airport

*full article (x) / photos (x)

May 26th:

Selena and Justin are photographed out for a lunch date at Benihana in Sherman Oaks. Afterwards the two snuck out the back door hand-in-hand. Selena then went her own way as she cruised to a nearby 76 gas station in Encino to fill her Ford Escape

*photos here (x)

May 27th:

Selena and Justin were strolling an outdoor mall in Calabasas when paparazzi began harassing them as they were trying to leave. According to witnesses (and photos taken) this photographer was so aggressive that he even blocked Justin's car, and was said to be rudely harassing Selena "about the herpes (coldsore) on her lip" while trying to capture a photo of her. After they began harassing Selena, Justin got out of his car and went to smack the camera from his hands and him and the photographer both fell off the curb.

The photographer was taken away by ambulance AND filed a police report that named Justin as the culprit. The Los Angles County Sheriff's office is investigating and say they will talk to Justin.

One of the girls who supposedly was there shared this:

"long story short; the paps were blocking his car and wouldnt move, he got mad after asking them to move, justin tried to knock their camera, the pap and justin both fell off the curb, he lost his shoe and hat while fighting him, selena and justin left and came back because selena lost her phone, and the paps would not get out of her face, and then they left and now the paps are trying to get money from the whole thing"

Another girl that was allegedly there as a witness had nearly the exact same story as above, except in addition she added the paparazzi were rudely asking Selena "about the herpes on her lip," and that's when and why Justin knocked his camera.

*full video to story above here (x)

May 28th:

Selena attends producer Joel Silver‘s Memorial Day party in Malibu

Selena and Justin have dinner date

*full article / photos here (x)

May 30th:

Detectives want to interview Justin and Selena after a photographer claims he was attacked by Justin at a Calabasas shopping mall Sunday, but authorities continue to seek additional witnesses.

In a statement released Tuesday, the Sheriff's Department said the investigation was continuing and that detectives "are planning to interview Mr. Bieber." Law enforcement sources said Selena is among the witnesses detectives would like to talk to. Detectives are investigating claims by the photographer that Justin struck him after he snapped photographs of Selena at the Commons at Calabasas Shopping Center.

The photographer complained of pain and was taken by the Los Angeles County Fire Department to a hospital, where he was treated and released, officials said. The sources, who spoke on the condition of anonymity because the investigation was ongoing, stressed that the probe was in its early stages.

*source here (x)

June 7th:

Selena’s photoshoot and interview for her Elle cover is released where she briefly mentions Justin renting out LA's Staples Center for a private screening of Titanic:

"If I'll share anything with you, it's that he really is a hopeless romantic. I had just mentioned it in the car - all I said is that I really want to see Titanic again, and then."

June 11th:

Justin joined Selena's mom and step-dad at the Right to Laugh event hosted by the Alliance for Children's Rights at the Avalon in Hollywood. Selena's mom Mandy, a huge supporter of the organization, purchased an entire table to support the cause, and invited Justin to accompany her family.

"Selena and Justin sat side-by-side," a source tells PEOPLE.

"They were laughing and smiling the whole evening. They were being very low-key and gracious as to not take away any attention from the cause."

June 15th:

Justin officially releases his third studio album Believe and many of the album's songs are inspired by Selena and their relationship, including Be Alright, a song about their long distance relationship, that Justin wrote by himself:

Across the ocean, across the sea

Startin' to forget the way you look at me now

Over the mountains, across the sky

Need to see your face and need to look in your eyes

Through the storm and, through the clouds

Bumps on the road and upside down now

I know it's hard baby, to sleep at night

Don't you worry

Selena is referenced by name in the song Beauty & A Beat during Nicki Minaj's rap:

“Justin Bieber / You know I'm gonna hit 'em with the ether / Buns out, wiener/ But I gotta keep an eye out for Selener”

*Be Alright audio here (x)

June 15th:

Selena arrives into Toronto Pearson International airport and Justin is photographed picking her up.

*photos here (x) / (x)

June 16th:

Selena and Justin are photographed boarding a helicopter to fly them into his hometown Stratford Ontario where Justin later sang Baby on steps of the Avon Theatre

*full articles (x)

June 17th:

Justin and Selena both attend Much Music Video Awards ceremony in Toronto, Canada where Justin was performing and Selena was presenting - they walked the red carpet separately and didn't pose for any photos together

*photos here (x)

June 25th:

Justin and Selena have dinner date at Geoffrey’s in Malibu and are later seen departing in Justin’s "party bus"

*photos here (x)

June 26th:

Justin and Selena attend Katy Perry’s “Part of Me” documentary premiere at Chateau Marmont in Los Angeles - Justin skipped the red carpet

Later that evening Justin and Selena arrive at the Bootsy Bellows lounge with Katy Perry and Robert Pattinson in West Hollywood for the after party and headed to a private room in the back of the lounge:

“Justin and Selena shared a table with friends,” a spywitness tells JustJared.com of the after-party.

“They were very affectionate the whole night, holding hands and sharing kisses. Katy and Amber Heard, and Shannon Woodward spent a good portion of the night sitting and chatting with them. Everyone was laughing and having a great time, taking pictures with each other and snacking on mini-cupcakes.”

*full article / photos here (x)

June 28th:

Justin cut short a pre-taped interview with U.S. radio show Mojo in the Morning after the host compared him to Justin Timberlake and quizzed him about a potential romance between his mother and One Direction's Harry Styles.

Thomas Carballo, the host of the show, was in the middle of a phone chat with Justin when he (rightfully so) took offence at his line of questioning - and hung up.

The 10-minute interview got off to a bad start when Carballo told Justin he thought he was Timberlake the first time he heard him.

Justin said, "That's funny because our voices sound nothing alike... Saying I sound like somebody else is definitely not a compliment."

Justin eased up when talking about his new song Maria, which was inspired by the woman who falsely claimed he was the father of her baby last year, but he lost his cool when Carballo got personal and asked if he was worried about Harry Styles falling for his mum.

The DJ said, "Do you worry about Harry around your mum, since he likes older women?"

Clearly upset, Justin then mumbled something about Carballo's mother and, as the radio presenter explained his mum was dead, Justin had already hung up the phone.

A record company representative then tried to convince the DJ that Justin's phone had cut off, explaining, "I can't get him. He's in a really s**tty area."

She later revealed Justin was "really upset" with the questions, adding, "He probably won't be calling back."

*source here (x)

June 30th:

Justin and Selena enjoy a walk around Lake Balboa in Van Nuys, California, stopped at an ice cream truck with Alfredo and stopped by Bronco Burrito for some lunch.

*full article / photos here (x)

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