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maddiem4-writes · 1 year

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Reposado - Chapter 21

I whipped my head around looking for Citrine. I could swear I went to the right door, but she wasn’t on the other side. I sat up, and smacked my hand on the linoneum in terror and frustration. “Fuck!” I looked at Mara, and blew on my now-red palm. “What the fuck was that out there? A zombie army?”

She looked up at me, hands still on her knees, as she bent over and panted. “I dunno, Lees. I don’t know if they’re going back to normal on their own, if they’re stuck like that, or what.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to ever see that again. They were all really fixated on you, too.”

I frowned and looked down. “Yeah, I don’t exactly know why. I’d like to think I have a kind of cool, but I’m not that kind of cool. And who even compares me to flowers? My grandma?”

Mara smirked. “You always struck me as more of a ‘tractor tire rolling uncontrollably down a road’ girl.” But she looked me up and down kinda slowly as she said it so… duly noted?

I grinned and said “Shut up.” The words came out bashful and soft. This girl, she brought out a side of me. “And you’re like… a handmade mailbox, smelling like pine in the fresh air. I dunno, like, you don’t have to be pretty, but you’re good at it.” I looked up at her. “I’ve heard of exactly one person like you, and that was you.”

She blushed, and tried to play it off like a stage blush, but I could tell it was real. “Ms. Meyers, so forward! What will the neighbors think?” It was kind of a Cassie joke, and that realization stabbed me in the heart pretty hard. But I didn’t want to show that.

I gave her a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “That they live on the most interesting road in all of Nothing County. What with all the road hazards and custom infrastructure, you know. All ‘a that.” But I looked away.

Mara laughed for a second, then looked around. “Yeah. Probably. Hey, are you sure our kitty girl went down this way? I haven’t seen her for a minute.”

I shrugged. “A hundred percent positive. She didn’t say where she was going, so this is really as far as we can follow. Guess we’ll just be stuck here waiting for her.”

Mara shook her head. “I don’t want to do that. I’m sure she’ll be back any second.”

I blinked. “What?”

She blinked. “What?”

Citrine popped through a magic portal in a nearby classroom. She seemed frustrated. “It never stops, does it? And now I don’t know where to find any sterile sharp objects. I like to be safe and have such things on hand. It seems like we’re all here in one piece though.”

Mara turned to her. “What do we need something sharp for? Actually, nevermind, that can wait. What do we do about the zombies out there? What’s going on, kitty?”

Citrine looked at her wearily. “This is how it always starts. And we’re really not ready. The thing out there is one mind among bodies. They don’t realize what they’re doing or saying. They think they’re saying one thing, they’re actually saying another - her words.”

Mara shivered. “Whatever it was, it seemed angry.”

I looked warily outside. “And hungry and creepy.”

Citrine gave me an odd look. “Analisa?” Huh. Not bluebelly, not kitten, not monkey girl. I looked at her, and saw her eyes giving me a strange look. Wary. “Did you feel anything… strange… on your way in here?”

I thought about it, but I was kinda bewildered. “I mean, I watched some sort of hivemind sweep through the school in seconds, so I’m kinda worried about that now.”

Mara took a step back. “What do you mean, now?”

I stood up, but felt… unsteady about this conversation. “Well to the best of my knowledge there wasn’t a fucking hivemind before, and it’s kind of a primary fucking worry since seeing it.”

Citrine squinted at me for a moment, and said quietly, “Analisa, what do you think you’re saying right now?”

My stomach dropped and I felt a cold sweat start. “Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god. This can’t be happening to me, oh god no. Please. Not to me.”

Mara shook her head, eyes wide. “It’s you, it’s just you.”

I stood very still, and I felt myself doing something that was usually behind a very thick emotional wall. I felt a tear running down my cheek. “He’s taking me first, isn’t he? That’s what this is? Am I literally dying right now?” I blinked, my eyes warm and stinging. “He said he was going to unwrap me like a present. Oh god.” I took a step toward them, and they leapt back like I was full of plague. It felt like a punch in the gut. “Please don’t be scared of me. Please. I’m sorry. I don’t want to die. Please.”

Citrine bristled. “You need to stay right there, stay still. Feathers, do you have any needles on you? Maybe a lighter?” She looked at Mara.

Mara looked at her. “Why am I Feathers? For that matter, why the eff would I have any of those things? I’m 17!”

Citrine glared at her. “I do not know, humans carry a lot of random objects and right now anything pointy will be better present than absent.” She turned to me. “Please just stay as still as you can. Hang on, Analisa.”

My legs began to shake. I felt like I had to sweat, but almost in the same way you can feel like you have to pee. The body just desperate to extrude something. “I don’t think I’m gonna last that long. Actually. I think I’m just gonna die, maybe. I… I think it’s gonna hurt.”

I didn’t ask my body to take a step forward, I just found myself doing it, and hear Mara scream. The pores of my skin felt pregnant somehow. I looked down at them in fascination and agony as I began to see little black antennae poke their way out of me, all up and down my arms. I started feeling it in my face. It was every inch of me.

Citrine was bristling at me now, hissing. “Analisa, you need to stay back.”

My brain felt dizzy, full of dancing. I didn’t know the song but I think I’ve heard it before, a very long time ago. “I really didn’t think I was gonna die today, like I had plans to keep on living. I don’t know how to do it right, but I had plans. I really thought I was going to live. I’m sorry.”

Mara went incredibly pale. My vision started to get blurry. And then I saw her.

You’d never know she was sick. Her eyes glowed like the sun, her pink dress gleamed and the gold accents pulsed with energy. Without looking at it, a ribbon unpeeled from her dress, smashed a little glass window on a classroom door, and grabbed a glass shard. She never stopped, never even slowed down. She looked like a goddess.

I felt the ants wiggling out of me, but she was here. She grabbed my arm without a thought for her own exposure or preservation, and jabbed me over and over again with the thin glass needle. I could barely track it with my eyes. She wasn’t carving. She was so precise it felt inhuman. It was an X, then two corners connected, then a line with three crossbars, and finally the moon.

The ants receded inside of me, and deep-black ink beaded out of the fresh jab holes on my arm. As she finished the sigil, I felt like I needed to fall on the floor and sleep for a decade, but the whole tattoo lit up with a glow like Cassie’s eyes, and it felt like I was branded. It clapped like thunder. I collapsed to my knees. I looked up at her with bleary eyes and felt clean.

I whispered hoarsely, “is this really you?”

She whispered in my ear: “yes.”

I looked at the symbol on my arm, red hot and rapidly fading to charcoal black. “What does it mean?”

She looked sad. “Nothing to you, which is why it’s not a permanent solution. But a lot to me. Have you really never seen this symbol before?”

I shook my head, struggling to stay awake.

She looked down at it. “Once upon a time I gave you a tattoo, that was meant to symbolize brightness and hope. But I had to do it with black ink. The Darkness made me regret that decision, latching on to the idea of a dark star. But that’s not who you are.”

I laughed weakly. “Nah? Who am I? You would know, wouldn’t you?”

She smiled, gently. “You remind me, usually when I need it most, what actually cuts through Her. It’s mockery. Do you recognize it, Mara?”

Mara stared at my arm in wonder. “It’s… Sirius. The symbol for Sirius.”

I smiled as I drifted off. “Oh. I know that one.” I pressed against Cassie’s warmth, and whatever reserve of adrenaline and caffeine I had in my body drained out. It felt peaceful for the first time in a long time. “Sirius. It’s… it’s the dog star, isn’t it?”

The last thing I remember is her kneeling down and cradling me in her lap. “It sure is, Lisa. It’s the dog star."

#reposado #maddiem4 #writing #novel

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stupidfatpenguin · 2 years

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Good clam chowder on a cold day vibes. In A Bread Bowl

“Ok, so, I appreciate you bringing me here—”

“You’re welcome,” says Koska Reeves around another mouthful of steaming chowder, unfairly endearing in her very Mandalorian approach to a meal. Mara would probably tell her as much if she didn’t also say it just as the cantina groans painfully under the barrage of another gust of storm winds threatening to rip the roof off and chuck it far out into the sea.

“You know what would make this better?” Mara intends, balancing a dancing tentacle clutching around the metal handle of her spoon. She’s read somewhere that the nerves keep repeating the same programming that they last received from the brain before being cut off—this must have been an attack arm. “A bread bowl.”

“A bread bowl?” Koska considers her proposal, slurping down her own offensive octopi leg like a noodle. “Wouldn’t the chowder leak through the bread?”

“Have you never—ack, eventually, yes. If you leave it. But with a thick crust you will have plenty of time to eat it first. And the bread.”

“Mhm… better than dipping ration bars in, I bet.”

“Dipping—excuse me?”

“You’re excused.”

Mara lets the tentacle fall back into the bowl.

(And swears to teach her Mandalorian the joys of bread once they get back to Naboo.)

insp. by @kevystel

#Let Koska have a Bread Bowl for her Clam Chowder 2k22 #what's this ship called again #KoskaMara #Mara Jade #Koska Reeves #star wars wlw #Star Wars #The Mandalorian #And yes this is inspired byTWATS #Salty's Mailbox #it's a dinluke fic but WHOOPS ALL the LESBIANS #Salty Writes

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wonwooridul · 2 years

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lee stop reblogging that set 🔪🔪🔪🔪

NO 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

#i’m gonna rb it everytime i see it on my pinned #mailbox ♡#replied ♡#hi mara 🦥#soonkwans

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arkhamslvts · 5 months

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prnstar!dick with a new and inexperienced prnstar reader? 🤭

YUPPP omg

you were new to it all, the idea of people seeing you so… bare. it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy it, it payed well and the people did love you, it was just new. you really only did solo content, sometimes you would do it with a video on, very rarely, but that’s not to say it didn’t happen. you knew who dick grayson was, everyone did, pornstar or not. maybe that was why it came as such a shock when he was in one of your livestreams, tipping exceptionally well with the comment of “don’t cum angel, work for it” your legs shake and you can’t do much besides nod and moan a little. you don’t know that he’s watching you, hard as a rock and trying to have some restraint. “supporting other creators” was what he called it, but he knew it was more than that.

and then he was in your dms, you were arranging to film together, and then he was in your apartment. the camera angled at the both of you, dicks smirk paired with your shy smile as his hand wrapped around your neck, kissing you as if he had known you much longer than he had. he’s between your legs, lapping up every ounce of you, muttering against your clit “cmon baby.. be a good girl and stop fucking moving.” your head is clouded, everything seemed to blur every time you came. and then he’s actually fucking you “i know baby, ‘s so big isn’t it”. he’s confident, he knows he’s good, and the way he cups your face and mocks your pouts every chance he gets, it shows. “come on angel.. cum for me, can you do that for me… make me proud”

i got carried away i fear.

#. . . maras mailbox #. . . curated by mara #. . . marawrld #. . . pstar! dick #dick grayson x black! reader #dick grayson x reader smut #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson smut #. . . prnverse

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mymarifae · 11 months

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like a tattoo by sade ……..pelase

#hi mara :)#mailbox

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paintpostcardposse · 5 years

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YOU HAVE 24 HOURS, MISS TRUNCHBULL 🤠💻🎨📬

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viewfromthevault · 2 years

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I like Rhea's face and your Hawke (sry I don't know their first name) hair!

Thank ya! It’s kinda humbling how folks seem to like Rhea’s looks. And I’m glad you like Mara’s hair as it’s my fave thing of hers to draw. Sometimes Mara feels like the only consistently good thing in her life is her hair 🤣🤣

Anonymously tell me something you like about my ocs

#rhea shepard #mara hawke #the mailbox #anonymous

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liza011 · 3 years

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The Parcel

The parcel arrived exactly at one o’clock during the day.

Sender unknown, no return address.

It had baffled Mara quite a bit, since she wasn’t expecting anything. She hadn’t ordered online, and family and friends wouldn’t just send things on a whim, without announcing it first.

She had taken it inside and opened it, or at least she had attempted to open it, when a loud screech came from inside the box. There was something alive in it! She couldn’t identify the animal by the noise it had made.

For a split second she hesitated, before continuing to cut. She prayed that whatever was in it, wouldn’t immediately attack her.

She was relieved when she found that it was just a lizard in a tank. This was most likely sent to her by mistake. Maybe it had been meant for a neighbor, and the sender had gotten the apartment number wrong?

She placed the fully equipped tank onto her dining table and plugged in the heat lamp that was attached to it. She took another closer look at the lizard. It looked like a bearded dragon, but as far as she knew, they didn’t make noise. Reptiles in general rarely did, and that screech she’d heard was not something it should have been capable of doing.

With a sigh she grabbed her keys and made her rounds, asking her neighbors if they had been expecting to get a pet lizard, but none of them were.

Back inside her apartment, she contemplated what to do. She wasn’t someone who wanted to take care of a pet, she could barely take care of herself. Just one look at the dirty dishes in the sink told her that. She would probably have to put out a notice and give the lizard to someone who really wanted one. For now however she was stuck with it, and decided to go to the nearest pet store to at least buy some food for it.

On her way out, she took a picture of the lizard and it let out another screech, almost as if to say, “Don’t leave me here alone.” The fact that she had somehow felt the sadness in the sound, made her feel strange.

The guy at the pet store told her that whatever kind of reptile had been sent to her, it wasn’t a bearded dragon. In fact, it wasn’t any kind of lizard he’d ever seen before. It confused her, and made her wary. What if it was venomous?

She took the dried insects home, and fed them to the lizard, wearing protective gloves usually used when working in the garden. To her surprise, the lizard was surprisingly docile, just gently taking the insects from her and swallowing them whole. It kept nudging her hand for more, and when it had enough, it curled up on a stone under the heat lamp.

In the moment she decided to try to take care of it. At least for a while, just to see if she could. If she deemed it too much work after all, she could still give it away to someone who was better suited for the job.

And so, she went about her usual business as days and then a week passed.

Halfway into week two however, things had begun to change. She felt like the lizard had begun to speak to her. The sounds she was hearing were like whispers, but she couldn’t make out any words. She was also sure that she was the only one who could hear them.

One evening, she had caught herself asking it, “What are you telling me? I can hear, but I can’t make out words.”

By the end of the second week, she thought, maybe, just maybe, she was going crazy. She had just come back from work and was inspecting the blank envelope that had been left in her mailbox, as she sat down on the sofa, opening it.

There was a single piece of paper inside. One sentence, and a strange symbol drawn on it.

Show this to the lizard, it read.

This was probably a prank. She wasn’t quite sure why she didn’t ignore the message though.

Shaking her head in disbelief at what she was about to do, she pressed the paper against the glass and said, “Look what I got here. Somebody is trying to prank me, I think.”

The lizard opened one eye taking a lazy look at the symbol.

The paper caught flame, and she shouted in surprise. “What the hell?” The glass was quite warm, but it shouldn’t make paper ignite.

Before she could form another thought, the tank suddenly burst, spraying shards of glass everywhere. She reflexively covered her eyes and scrambled back. “Fuck!”

“About time.” A woman had replaced the lizard and was sitting on her dining table, right where the tank had been just seconds ago. She was dressed in black, skin tight, jeans and a tank top. She seemed about her age. “Sorry about the mess.” The woman pulled a few of the shards that had embedded themselves in her skin and her wounds immediately healed.

Mara stared at her. She’d been lucky to avoid the shrapnel. “That’s it, I’m nuts.” The adrenaline in her blood made her want to run, but she stayed where she was.

The stranger held her hand out to her, with a smile. “Hi, I’m Roslyn. How do you do?”

She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. Roslyn was still there. She had lowered her hand again however. “I’m Mara. I’m not doing well. I think I’m hallucinating. I’m gonna go for a walk.”

“Don’t you want to clean this up first?” Roslyn gestured at the mess around her. “I’ll help.”

She was already grabbing her keys. “No. You’re coming with me.”

“Excuse me?”

“I need to make sure my neighbor can see you!”

Roslyn shrugged. “Fine, if it makes you feel better.”

Mara’s neighbor opened. He was an older man. “Hello,” he said. “Can I help you?”

“Yes,” she said. “I was wondering if we could borrow a broom. We made a bit of a mess in my apartment.”

“Of course. Please bring it back when you’re done though.”

He came back with one and she stepped aside to let Roslyn take it. He handed it over to her without any problems.

They returned and Mara slumped down on the sofa. “Holy shit! Would you like to explain how the hell this is even possible?”

Roslyn busied herself with sweeping the glass on the floor into a pile. “I could try, but I doubt you’d understand. It involves a lot of particle physics and quantum mechanics.”

“Yeah, no thank you. I’ll just sit here for a bit longer and work through the shock of this being real.”

Roslyn laughed. “Just wait until you hear about how many times I’ve changed owners before that letter arrived.”

“How long were you stuck like this?”

“I wasn’t exactly stuck. I could have changed whenever I wanted, the letter was just the notice from my boss that I should. And on that note,” she walked over to Mara, broom in hand, “I’m done here. I have to report this at the office. You’ll receive a payment for the pet food you bought over the two weeks and for any damages the exploded tank might have caused.”

She didn’t want to admit, even though she was shocked, she wanted to see Roslyn again. “How about you visit me again next week?”

She seemed surprised at the request, but then nodded. “Most people want me back out of their lives as quickly as possible and just forget about the whole thing. But fine, I’ll be there next Sunday, eight in the evening. Does that work for you?”

“It does.” She got up and took the broom from her. “See you around.”

“See ya!” Roslyn headed for the door, but stopped short of pushing the handle down to open it. “I’ve got to ask, are you going to tell anyone about this?”

“Probably, but I’ll leave out the part where my lizard turned into a woman,” she laughed.

“Good, good!” She opened the door, and right before it fell shut behind her, she added, “If anyone asks what happened to the lizard, tell them it’s alright and found a new home.”

And with that, she left Mara standing there, feeling more weird than usual.

#shortstory #short story #short #original

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frostahesmegabite · 3 years

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This message is different. It doesn't belong to Sarkyst or Corvid, but it's from Mara!

She sends in a package and a pre-payment, a letter attatched to it.

In the box is a very advanced mechanical arm, busted up from what seemed a fight. The measurements could be taken from it, but it definetly wasn't salvageable save for a few parts.

The note attached is written neatly in the begining, and turns a little sloppy at the end.

"Sarkyst recommended me to you, and my old mechanic don't deal with me anymore. I'm willing to pay you however much it costs to rebuild an arm like this. I need a retractable knife at the wrist and a blaster in the palm that can be powered by magic in emergency situations. Just send me back the price and when you're done, I'll personally come to pick it up.

Thanks a bunch- MARA."

The bottom of the paper has a crude little drawing of Mega with a big grin from Mara and another drawing that was most definetly from Sarkyst of a middle finger.

Megahes takes the box and places an ear next to the top of it, listening for any telltale signs of ticking in case it was a bomb of some sort. It wouldn't be his first Mailbox Bomb after all! Content that this wasn't an obvious explosive, he takes to reading the letter and hums, nodding before he opens it all up and grimaces. Yep, that was definitely a fucked up mechanical arm and he proceeds to look it over, taking out whatever pieces fell away during delivery and to check the arm as a whole to see how intense it was. Provided this was simple mechanical work, he'd be able to make this work with no issue, but if it required advanced biotech to connect to nerves, that'd be a job he'd need to send to Naturasu. He takes up the box and finds a return address and begins to fashion up a letter. 'Mara, I've received the package with a mechanical arm and I'll begin forging the pieces that I can and start assembly. This will take some time since I need to mold and forge each individual piece to make for the measurements required. Once that stage is completed, due to it being the longest stage, I'll send you an update timeframe wise on when assembly itself will be completed so you can stop by the shop and try it on and out.' He'd sign the letter with the standard; 'Megahes Frostbite; Leader of the Frostbite Contingent' Also, another letter is attached with this, but its envelope has the name of Sarkyst on it. Inside is a single piece of paper but there appears to be a rather intricate and complex maze waiting to be completed with a small note attached. 'Thought you might appreciate this due to the drawing you included with the mechanical arm repair. Hope you like it. :)' If Sarkyst bothers to do this maze, he'll soon realize that Mega basically had him draw an enormous dick. [ Thanks for the RP Prompt @misterroseogsblog! xD ]

#RP Prompt #IC Reponse #Gob Stuff

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Forty

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: TW - Mentions of past abuse! Angst. Fluff. Smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

“It’s good to see you, Y/N. How was your trip to England?”

“It was incredible! Would you like to see some pictures?” You say to Dr. Mara

“Sure.” You show her a few. “That is incredible.” She squints at you. “You look a little tired.”

“Long couple of days. Went out drinking a few times. Harry and I, uh, had sex when we were in London.”

“Wow, how do you feel?”

“Great! I’m really happy we waited as long as we did, but I’m also really happy to be so close with him now.”

“Any flashes?”

“Yeah, during the first time. But it didn’t happen until the end…it was scary in the moment, but I was fine after.”

“How often have you been active since then?”

“Just about every day, sometimes it’s multiple times a day. It’s been fun.” You smile. “We’re really exploring each other. I’ve been feeling like my old self lately.”

“So…what’s getting at you today? Is it him living with you?”

“No, I love that we’re living together. That transition has been relatively smooth.” You look away then back to her. “He keeps bringing up doing me from behind.”

“Oh.” Her face falls.

“Yeah.”

“He doesn’t know that’s how…”

“No. And I can’t bring myself to explain it. He just wanted to have a conversation yesterday and I blew up at him. The day just got worse and I had a panic attack.”

“I’m so sorry dear.”

“I felt better this morning, but I know I hurt him last night too. I didn’t let him hold me while we slept.”

“You two usually hold each other?”

“We usually fall asleep cuddling in some fashion, yeah. We usually wake up that way too. I just didn’t want to be touched last night though, everything was running through my head.”

“That’s understandable.”

“I just can’t bring myself to do that yet, it seems stupid because we’re having sex now.”

“I don’t think it’s stupid. That’s a very vulnerable position to be in, regardless of what happened to you.”

“I know he’d be careful with me.” You look down at your hands. “I can tell he tries his hardest to hold back. I can tell he just wants to pound into me…I feel like when we’re doing it we’re not fully able to let go and be ourselves because we’re both afraid of something bad happening.”

“Would you prefer to have aggressive sex?”

“It’s not that I want it to be aggressive, but I would like to get to a point where I can tell him to fuck me, and he just fucks me! It doesn’t always need to be sweet, does it? I just want to be a normal fucking person!” Tears start to well up. You grab a tissue not wanting to mess your makeup up. You still had to go back to work after this.

“Y/N, no need to get worked up, alright? There is nothing wrong with you.” She smiles warmly at you. You take a deep breath.

“I feel like every step forward I take, it’s two steps back.” You look at her. “I’m gonna have to tell him, aren’t I?”

“You should only do what feels comfortable, but good communication can go a long way. I hope you know you have made a tremendous amount of progress, and you should be proud of yourself.” She looks down then back at you. “I’m going to propose something, but it’s entirely up to you.

“Alright.”

“If you get to a point where you want to tell him, but you’d like some extra support, I want you to know you can bring him here with you. But only if you feel comfortable with that.”

“Okay, I’ll, um, think about it.”

You think over everything on your way back to work. You scarf down your lunch quick at your desk. You see a note, it was from Harry. Came to surprise you, but you were out. Hope you have a good day. I love you. You sigh and smile. You tuck the note inside your desk. You decide to print the photo of him kissing you on your cheek. You dig out another frame you had and put it in. You stick the photo next to the other one you had of him.

Niall knocks on your door. There was a project he needed to go over with you.

“Got it, I’ll get right on it.”

“Thanks.”

“Listen, I’m sorry I snapped earlier.”

“I shouldn’t have pried.”

“Harry stopped by.”

“Yeah, I saw him.” He makes a strange face. “I made him tell me what happened.”

“Niall! Jesus fucking Christ!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

“And let me guess, you told him?” He blinks at you. “That wasn’t your information to give him!”

“I’m so sorry, I was upset with him for what he did, and-“

“You don’t need to be upset with him! You’re not the one fucking him, I am, okay? This doesn’t concern you!”

“Everything okay in here?” One of the older women pops her head in.

“Everything’s fine. Niall are we done here?”

“Yeah.” He gets ups and leaves. You wanted to slam your door shut, but you knew that would be unprofessional.

You didn’t say goodbye to him before you left for the day. You had never been so annoyed with Niall. He tried to catch you before you left, but he just missed you. You drove to the apartment fuming, but trying to calm yourself. Excited to see what the place actually looked like.

“M’girlfriend should be here any minute. She’s usually the early one.” Harry says to the realtor outside the apartment. “I know it’s cold, sorry.”

“Not a problem, sure there’s traffic.” Harry sees your car pull up, you find a parking spot, and get out.

“Hi, sorry.” You kiss Harry on the cheek. You look unpleasant. “I’m Y/N.” You shake the realtor’s hand.

“Shall we?”

You and Harry follow the man inside. It’s a really nice lobby. You can see all of the mailboxes on the wall.

“Wow, there’s a lobby attendant here?” You say.

“Yes. There are a lot of elderly folks here, it’s a peace of mind thing. There’s often a doorman as well. In fact there was an elderly couple in this place before, but they recently moved to Florida.”

You follow him into the elevator. The apartment is on the fifth floor. The realtor unlocks the door and guides you in. There’s a hallway, similar to the one you have now, only there was a beautiful hardwood floor, looked newly refinished. There was a coat closet. You both step further in and see a large living room.

“Harry look!” You point to a gas fireplace. “We could put the TV above the fireplace, and the sofa could go here.” You gesture. He smiles and nods.

“The kitchen is closed off, but over here would be a formal dining area.”

“Oh! I like the idea of that. Much easier for dinner parties.” You push through a door and go into the kitchen. Yours and Harry’s jaws drop.

There were granite countertops, new cabinets, and stainless steel appliances. There was a small island similar to yours.

“Plenty of room for both of us in here.” You look around a little. “Everything is so new.”

“Place was renovated after they moved out. They were here for over thirty years.”

“Wow!” You take Harry’s hand.

“Ready to see the rest?” You go back out to the living room. “Let’s start with the loft, just up the spiral staircase. This is where the bonus room is.”

The three of you carefully go up the staircase. You and Harry walk around the small area. It could easily fit both of your desks and all of his equipment.

“Harry you could almost make this your studio if you wanted.”

“You’d be okay with having clients come here?”

“Sure, why not?” You shrug.

The three of you go back down the stairs, and go down a hallway.

“So here’s the hall bath, it’s a full bath that has jack and jill doors for the guest room.”

“It’s a great size, glad it’s a tub shower.” You both check out the guest room. It could easily fit Harry’s bed and other bedroom furniture.

“And here’s the master.” The realtor opens the door for you.

“Holy shit!” You exclaim. “Pardon me.” You giggle. Your eyes grow wider with every step you take.

The room was absolutely huge. There were two closets so you and Harry wouldn’t have to share anymore. You could easily fit a king sized bed down the road if you both wanted. The ensuite bathroom had a beautiful tile on the floor.

“Harry look, two sinks!” You say excitedly. Your jaw drops again when you see the shower. “It’s just like the one in London!”

“Yeah, no kidding. And there’s still a tub in here too, that’s good.”

“Oh I love it.”

“Why don’t you take a few minutes to chat in here, I’ll be in the kitchen.” The realtor leaves.

“What do you think? You’ve been quiet.”

“Just takin’ it all in. It’s a great place.”

“It’s incredible! I could really see us living here babe.” You smile at him.

“Me too. Seems like a great fit for us. That loft alone would be a big help.”

“What do you think, should we put an application in?”

“I think we should.” You hug him excitedly.

You meet the realtor in the kitchen, and tell him you’d like to apply. He gives you a form and a pen.

“Has anyone else inquired?” Harry asks as you fill out your portion.

“Not yet. You two found this place at a good time, not many people willing to move in the middle of the winter.”

“Here Harry.” You hand him the paper and pen. “So how long will it be until we know?”

“Well, the landlord will want to do a credit check and all that. In the meantime, make sure you have first, last, and the security deposit ready to go.” You nod along. “Should be able to tell you in a couple of weeks most likely.”

“Here you are.” Harry hands him the finished paperwork.

“Wonderful, thank you both so much.”

“Thank you!” You say.

“I’ll walk you both out.”

The three of reach the street. You both shake his hand again, and go to your separate cars. You can’t wait to get out of your work clothes when you get home.

“Want some of the leftover curry f’dinner? I can heat it up.”

“Sure.” You say walking into the bedroom. You come back out wearing pajama pants and a sweatshirt. Harry hands you a bowl, and you sit down at the island. “Thanks babe.”

He sits down next to you. You both exchange small talk while you eat.

“Did you see I stopped by today?”

“Yeah.” You smile. “That was nice of you.”

“How was Dr. Mara?”

“Good, it was a good session. I really shouldn’t go during my lunch, I was sort of worked up today, but she helped me.” Your phone starts to buzz. It’s Niall calling. You roll your eyes.

“You’re not going to answer?”

“No, I’m mad at him.”

“Why?” You drop your fork and look at him.

“You know why.” Harry bites his bottom lip. “I know he told you, because he told me he told you. It wasn’t his information to give out.” Harry goes to open his mouth. “And I’m not ready to talk about it yet. I know we need to, but I just can’t right now.” There’s a knock at your door. “That son of a bitch. I don’t want to see him right now.”

Harry gets up and opens the door, it was Niall. He blocks him from going further into the front hall.

“Would ya let me in?”

“She said she didn’t want to see you. Surprisingly enough, she doesn’t seem mad at me anymore, so I’d like to not rock the boat.”

“You’re wrong, I am still mad at you, but I’m choosing to let it go because you didn’t understand fully what was happening.” You say with arms crossed leaning against the wall. “Why are you here?” You squint at Niall.

“I tried to talk to you before you left, but I missed you.”

“Had an apartment to look at.”

“How was it?” You scoff. “Y/N, I’m really sorry okay?”

“You do this all the time! You tell other people things about me because you’re trying to protect me or some shit. It’s enough! I get it you two are best friends, but he’s my boyfriend, and I get to choose what information about my life he gets to know.”

“I’m your best friend too.” His eyes start to tear up. So do yours. “I love you Y/N, I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“I love you too Niall, but you two can’t run to each other every time one of us is upset about something. You need to let him and I work through whatever it is. Or if we want to talk to you about it, let us come to you, don’t pry for the gossip.” Harry’s a little taken back at how loosely the two of you just threw around I love yous. He wonders when you two first said that to each other.

“I’m sorry, I just got upset when he told me what he said, and I thought back to that day I came to your place and you…” He was full on crying and so were you. You walk over to him and you throw your arms around each other. Harry stands there awkwardly. “I can’t bare the thought of you bein’ mad at me.” He whispers.

“When it comes to what happened to me, can you just…not?” You look at him and he nods. “Okay, thank you.” You let go of him.

“Are we okay?”

“Yeah.” You smile and wipe your face.

“Don’t be too hard on the lad, he means well.” You look over at Harry and roll your eyes. You decide you’re going to start doing it even more because you know it annoys him.

“Mhm.”

“Well…I’ll get goin’. I just came by to make things better. I’ll see ya tomorrow.” You hug again. “See ya mate.”

“Bye.” Harry waves him off. You look at your boyfriend and roll your eyes again. He follows you back to the kitchen. You both sit back down to finish eating. “You’ve certainly gotten into a habit of doin’ that.”

“Doing what?”

“Rollin’ your bloody eyes at me.”

“My bloody eyes.” You mimic his accent and laugh. “I really don’t notice when I’m doing it.”

“Highly doubt that, love.” He sighs. “Are ya still mad at me, really? I feel terrible about everything. I really am sorry for upsetting you.”

“I just want you to listen to me when I say I don’t want to talk about something, okay?”

“I will.”

“I don’t want you to be afraid to talk to me about things, but I thought after the first two times I said no you would’ve gotten the hint.”

“I’m sorry, I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not.” You put a hand over his. “I know it’s, um, a really nice way to have sex, I just am not in a place where I feel safe doing it that way. And it’s not that I don’t feel safe with you…I just need to be able to look at you while we’re doing it. I don’t know where my mind will wander if I can’t see you.”

“Alright, makes sense.” He rubs his thumb over the top of your hand.

“What do you say we crack open that oat milk ice cream we got?”

“I hope it tastes good.” He chuckles.

“It’s cookies and cream flavor, bet it’ll be great.” You grab the carton out of the freezer and grab two spoons while Harry cleans up the bowls from dinner. You gesture to have him follow you to the couch.

You grab the remote and turn Chopped on. You loved Tuesdays on the Food Network. You both dig in to the ice cream.

“Mm, this is good.”

“Yeah! I’m surprised, honestly.” Harry says. “You know what’s crazy, we just put an application in for our very own place.”

“I’m so excited, I loved that place so much. There was so much space.”

“Yeah, I like that there’s some room to grow if need be.” He says looking at the TV. You choke on your ice cream. “Jesus, you alright?” He rubs your back as you swallow.

“What do you mean room to grow?” He blinks at you. He realizes he said an inside thought out loud.

“Um…just like if we got a dog down the line.” You squint at him, you knew he wasn’t being entirely truthful. “Plenty of room for a small dog to scamp around.”

It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about having kids some day, but you were only twenty-four. You were in no rush to care for a baby when you could barely take care of yourself. You knew Harry loved babies, but it was way too soon to start talking about any of that. Was it something he was already thinking about?

“Right, that’s what I thought you meant.” You turn your attention back to the TV.

“I love you.” He says.

“I love you too.” You nudge him. He puts an arm around you.

“Fuckin’ Ted.” He points his spoon at the TV. “He’s always gettin’ in the way! They only have twenty minutes mate!” You laugh hysterically. “It’s true!”

“I know! That’s why it’s so funny.” You take another bite of ice cream. “And that idiot over there doesn’t know how to properly grill pork, it’s gonna be dry.”

“Should’ve ground it up and fried it into fritters or something.”

“I agree.” You snuggle into him.

“M’gonna put this away, alright?” You nod. He puts the carton back in the freezer and gets back on the couch. “Would you lay on me?”

“Mhm.” You smile.

He lays on his back, head resting against the arm rest, you lay your head on his stomach, and lay your body between his legs. One hand laces in your hair, and rubs your scalp gently, the other hand rests on your back. He felt so happy to have your weight on him. He missed you so much last night.

“I missed you last night.” He says quietly. You look up at him. “Never gonna make ya that mad at me again, I swear.” You prop yourself up and kiss him.

“Wanna go make up?” You give him your bedroom eyes, and he picks you up immediately.

He turns the TV off, and carries you into the bedroom. You giggle when you sets you down and yanks your sweatshirt up of your head. His head goes right between your breasts, planting kisses where he sees fit. His mouth wraps around one of your nipples and your head rolls back. He twists your piercing with his teeth and you groan. He lifts you slightly and puts you on the bed. He leans up and takes his shirt off. Your hands trace over the butterfly. His skin was hypnotic. He pulls your pants down, and parts your legs. He kisses you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, then lets it go as he kisses down your neck, chest, and stomach. He sinks his teeth into your lower stomach and leaves a pretty decent bruise behind.

His mouth finds your clit next. Your hips buck up at the contact. His tongue flicks it a few times before he nibbles on you. Your hands go for his hair as you get lost in the feeling. His thumb replaces his mouth, and his tongue licks a stripe up your center. He hear him moan while he licks all around you. His tongue goes up inside you and you let out a moan of his name. You tasted amazing. Harry felt like he had been neglecting this side of things since you had started actually having sex. He could kick himself, why on earth would he deprive either of you of this?

“Harry.” You grind against his tongue. “Please fuck me.”

“Not yet.” He says bringing his mouth back to your clit, and inserting his middle finger in you. You pull hard on his hair. You want to clamp your legs together, but he uses his other hand to keep you spread apart.

His fingers curl up, and makes that come here motion deep inside you. Your head falls back into the pillow. You loved the way his tongue worked over your clit as his fingers hit that special spot inside.

“Shit, Harry.” Your back starts arching. “Harry.” You mean. “Harry!” You come all over his fingers, and your back arches completely off the bed. He slowly pumps in and out of you as you grind against him, riding out your high. “Fuck.” You say breathlessly.

He sits up and takes his own pants and boxers off. Dick throbbing and leaking for you. You grab at him, and rub your thumb over his leaking tip. You move him to lay down, and shuffle between his legs. You wrap your lips around his tip. You wanted to return the favor. His hips push up, and you take more of him into your warm mouth. You let go of him with a popping noise.

“Love the way you taste babe.” You say.

He grabs you and puts you back on your back. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist. He kisses you, sticking his tongue in your mouth as he pushes into you. He swallows your gasp.

“So fuckin tight, angel. Feels amazing.” He says into your neck before sucking the skin into his mouth.

“Love the way you fill me up, Harry.” He wasn’t going to last long with the way you were talking. “Don’t you think I should be on top?” You say into his ear. He leans up to look at you. “I mean, I think you should be teased a little for being so bad.”

“That so?” He smirks.

“Mhm.”

He rolls you both over so you’re on top of him.

“Don’t move until I say.” You grip the headboard, and slowly grind up and down on him. His hands slide up and down your thighs as he watches you ride him. His fingers dig into your hips, trying his best not to just thrust up into you. “Feels so good.” You say throwing your head back. You dip your hand down and rub your clit as you continue to grind against him slowly.

“Fuck, Y/N, please let me move.”

“Not yet.” You two had a habit of using your previous words against each other. Your breathing got faster as you could feel yourself getting close. You bite your bottom lip and close your eyes. “Shit.” You moan. You keep grinding against him, and look down with a smirk. “Alright, go ahead.”

Harry grips your ass and thrusts up into you causing you to gasp. You lean down on him and clutch at his shoulders as he fucks you. All of a sudden you’re on your back again, and the sound of skin slapping skin fills the air. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. He grinds into you and you moan loudly.

“You like that?” He smirks.

“Mhm.”

He fucks you like this for a few minutes, then drops your leg and comes down closer to you, crashing his lips to yours. You rake your nails down his stomach. His hands knead your breasts, one sliding up to your throat. Only lightly adding pressure like the other night.

“Just wanna remind ya of somethin’.” He says into your ear, nipping at your lobe. “You can take control whenever ya want.” His other hand reaches down for your clit and pinches it. Your back arches up in response. “But I’m the one in charge.”

He rubs on you quickly as he thrusts so deep tears come to your eyes. Between that and his words in your ear, you knew you’d be close again soon. He feels you tighten around him and your legs shake. You were sensitive now, but he didn’t let up.

“Fuck, Harry!”

“That’s it baby girl, come for me.” Your toes curl and your nails dig into his back, sure to leave marks. He groans into your neck.

“Fuck.” You say as your body goes limp around him.

He keeps going in and out of you, and you fully wrap your legs around him. He’s propped up with one arm, and his other reaches for your hand, you intertwine you’re your fingers. He brings it to the side your head. It was such a small act, but it turned you on so much.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” He says into your ear.

“I love you too. I love the way you make me feel, inside and out.” He nips at your jaw.

His thrusts start to get sloppier and quicker. He’s coming to his own release. You hear him moan your name a few times as he shoots up inside you. He collapses on top of you. You plant kisses to his forehead and run your hands through his sweaty hair.

He pulls out of you slowly and you wince from your sensitivity. You get up slowly and use the bathroom.

“Oh wow.” You say to yourself.

You didn’t realize how hard he had fucked you. You brush your teeth and wash your face. You smile at him as you open the door. He goes in to do his thing. You put on the t-shirt he had been wearing earlier, wanting to be fully encompassed with his scent. You crawl into bed, and scroll on your phone. He comes out a few minutes later.

“Shit, it’s late.” He says looking at the clock.

“S’only 10:30.”

“We’re usually in bed by now.” He chuckles. “When did we get so old?”

“Nothing about what we just did makes me feel old, speak for yourself grandpa.” He pretends to be offended.

“If I’m grandpa what do you think that makes you?”

“The young girlfriend that your kids tell you to dump because I’m only after your money.”

“I knew it!” You both giggle. “C’mere, love.” He opens his arms for you, and you lay on his chest. He sighs happily, playing with your hair.

“Mm, I love when you do that, feels so nice.” You close your eyes and listen to his gentle heartbeat.

You absolutely do not want to get up when you hear your alarm go off. Nor could you because Harry somehow had rolled on top of your body. You were starting to think you needed to set up a camera in the room just to see what he does in his sleep. You were a sweaty mess and you needed to shower. You turn your alarm off, and rub your eyes. You try to move, careful not wake him, but Harry’s hands grip at your sides.

“Five more minutes.” He says into your chest. You giggle.

“I have to shower.”

“But you’re soooo cozy.” He whines. You run your hands through his hair.

“Babe, please let me get up.” You coo.

“Can I shower with you?”

“Yes, but I can’t be in there long.”

He lets you up, and you throw your hair up into a bun on the top of your head. You didn’t have the energy to wash it. It was still pretty fresh from the salon. Harry was a sleepy boy this morning. He mostly just kept his arms around you while you washed yourself. You washed his back and chest for him. He woke up a little while you scrubbed his head for him. He kisses you before you both get out.

You throw a simple dress and boots on. You decide to keep your hair up in a bun, but you adjust it so it looks a little nicer, pulling some pieces out to frame your face. You put on some makeup, and grab a scarf to cover your neck with. You pack your gym bag as well before going out to see Harry in the kitchen making smoothies.

“Thank you sweetie.”

“Sure thing.”

“M’going to the gym after work. I’ll probably be home around six.”

“Okay, I might be home later than that. Gotta lot to do today.”

“Alright, I can make something for dinner then.” You smile and kiss him on the cheek. He grabs your wrist as you turn around. “What?”

“S’all I get for a goodbye kiss?” You giggle and press yourself against him. You give him a good kiss. “Mm, thank you.” He hums. “Can I come see ya at lunch today?”

“Sure! I’d love that.”

“Have a good day, love.”

“You too.” You grab your lunch out of the fridge, throw your coat on, and head out the door.

A coffee is waiting for you on your desk when you get there. You grab it and go down the hall to thank Niall.

“Good morning.” You say to him.

“Hey there.” He smiles at you. “You’ve been wearin’ a lot scarves lately.” He smirks.

“Yeah…it’s the only thing that covers these up.” You move it to the side to show him.

“Jesus. Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Sometimes.” You shrug. “But, not in a bad way.” You blush slightly.

“You two work everythin’ out?”

“Mhm…I still haven’t explained everything, but I told him when I felt ready I’d tell him.”

“Good. Sorry again.”

“Don’t mention it. Let’s move on.” You smile.

“Tell me about the apartment.”

“It’s beautiful! Gigantic too. We put an application in.”

“That’s great!”

“Yup, you know you and I need to plan a night for the two of us to get together. I haven’t even been able to tell you everything about England yet.” He frowns.

“I…don’t know if I can do that.”

“Why not?” You sit down. He sighs and looks at you.

“Well, on top of everything else last night, Sarah got mad at me.”

“About what?”

“I was like thirty minutes late to our plans…which were at my place.”

“Why were you late?”

“Because I wanted to make things right with you. She was pissed because she sat out waiting in her car because I haven’t given her a key or anythin’. She wasn’t thrilled when I told her I was at your place.” You roll your eyes. You knew Sarah had a tendency to get jealous, and make mountains out of mole hills. “She doesn’t really want me hanging out alone anymore. Says we have plenty of alone time at work.”

“What?! That’s ridiculous Niall. This.” You gesture between the two of you. “Is completely different than getting to hang outside of work.” You take a sip of your coffee. “So she’s basically telling you that you can’t be friends with me anymore?”

“I don’t know…but I don’t wanna rock the boat. I really like her, it’s been a while since I felt this way about someone.”

“Do you two love each other?”

“I’ve fallen for her yeah.”

“Do you think she’s the one?”

“Why are you askin’ me somethin’ like that?”

“Because it seems pretty fucking stupid to stop being friends with someone for a person you’re not even in love with.”

“Not everyone moves as fast as you and Harry you know? She could be the one. And I’m not stoppin’ bein’ friends with ya, we just need to lay low for a bit, til she cools off.”

“Fuck that.”

“You can’t say anythin’ t’her or she’ll get mad at me.”

“Niall, I fucking introduced the two of you, she’s not going to get away with this.” You groan. “Why does this always happen to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Anytime I have a guy friend their girlfriends always end up telling them to stop talking to me. It happened to me all the time in high school.”

“She didn’t tell me I couldn’t talk to you, she just doesn’t want me hanging out with you one on one for a while. And I wasn’t really in a position to justify anythin’. I wanna keep seein’ where this goes with her.”

You roll your eyes and sigh.

“I’m going to start the day, thanks for the coffee.”

Harry showed up for lunch just like he said he would. You hear a knock on the outside of your door.

“Hey you!” You say excitedly. “C’mon in, close the door.” You get up and greet him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Need t’heat this up love.”

“Oh! You’re right. I’ll go bring these to the break room for us, hang tight.”

You leave to go to the break room. You see Niall sitting, waiting for you.

“Sorry, I forgot to mention Harry came for lunch. Probably shouldn’t eat together anyways.” You say putting your food in the microwave.

“Jesus, is this how it’s gonna be?”

“Not until you set her straight. If you don’t I will.”

“But what if she-“

“Niall, if this is something you two break up over, then it wasn’t meant to be. Harry doesn’t have a problem with us being friends, why should she?” He sighs. “You know I’m right.”

“Yeah, I know.” You put your hand on his shoulder, then leave with the food.

You go back into your office, and close the door behind you. You sit next to Harry and hand him his food.

“How’s your day so far baby?” You ask him.

“Good, busy already. Happy I could break away to see ya.”

“Me too.”

“This is such a good lunch, thanks again for makin’ it f’me.”

“You’re welcome my love.” His heart flutters.

“Come sit with me.” You giggle and sit on his lap.

“This is all the affection I can show you in here.” You coo.

“I know, just wanna feel ya on me.” He nuzzles into your chest. You stroke your hands through his hair.

You loved when he was like this. Just your cuddly boy.

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