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unoislazy · 6 months

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Your Touch

Mizu x Reader

Summary: Mizu is touchstarved. That’s it, that’s the entire thing.

A/n: Next story will hopefully be “Caged Bird” part 3, then I will finally post one of the asks that I took an interest in.

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You looked at Mizu, her dark hair pulled up into the high bun it was always in. The loose curl that she always kept out no matter what the occasion, lightly bounced as she walked by, focused on whatever task she had to finish.

You watched and looked on with curiosity, you wondered if she had ever done a different hairstyle on her hair before. You thought a braid might compliment her features, or even half up, you had many ideas and suddenly you were determined to try them.

Well that would require Mizu’s permission first.

“Hey Mizu.” You began, drawing out each syllable of her name to quickly pass on the hint that what you were going to say wasn’t serious.

She paused for a moment, putting down a large box and wiping her brow before looking at you. Her eyebrow rose ever so slightly, her curiosity was piqued despite her not saying a word.

“Have you ever worn your hair differently?” You asked. She simply stared at you for a moment before shrugging,

“A few different times. I just can't really afford to when I’m doing ‘samurai’ things.” She said in air quotes. She never enjoyed calling herself a samurai, for one thing most of the time she purely acted out of the name of revenge not honor. Another, she’s a woman.

Personally, you didn’t really care about the rules of a samurai, you respected them and their ambition but the ones you had met in the past were more focused on their honor over anything else. It had only hit you when you had met Taigen, he was so obsessed with reclaiming his honor like a disowned child that he practically abandoned his engagement. You didn’t understand it, what good is honor if it can be taken away so quickly.

You looked up at Mizu who seemed to be deep in thought. You figured she was just thinking of the different styles she had done before, but her face held a certain sadness as she thought. You began to realize that there was a story attached to the topic of hairstyles that you knew better than to bring up.

“Have you ever braided your hair?” You asked, regaining her attention. She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. It wasn’t a common style for the time so you weren’t exactly that surprised.

“Would you like to try one?” You asked. You had definitely piqued her interest, her eyes shifted ever so slightly wider as you patted the spot in front of you.

She obliged, sitting down and facing away from you, her legs in a crossed manner with her hands peacefully resting on her knees.

She almost seemed a bit eager to try the hairstyle which honestly excited you a bit, it’s not often Mizu openly gets excited about something, especially with her very subtle expressions.

She sat before you, her slim figure not too far away from you as you gently reached up and grabbed the hair tie that seemed to hold Mizu’s entire hairstyle together. You’d never understand how she did it with so much hair, it never made sense to you. Her sleek dark hair unfolded, a healthy glow could be seen throughout it, she took care of it despite it being up all the time.

With one hand you ever so gently began to rake through her hair, making sure there were no knots that might get in the way of the process. Because of this, you noticed Mizu stiffen for a moment, a shiver could visibly be seen going throughout her body.

Having seen this your hand jerked back, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Before you could say anything she turned her head just enough to look at you from over her shoulder and said in a low tone,

“Keep going.”

You paused for a moment as her words sunk in. The way she spoke to you was no different than any other time and yet for some reason… it felt different. You decided to pay no mind to it as your hand returned to her head, slowly dragging it through and sending shivers throughout Mizu’s body yet again.

Despite this, she sat calmly making no other movements other than the occasional twitch here and there as your hands glided through her hair. Having her hair done was a pleasure she never thought twice about, but the way you so delicately pulled at her hair, twisting it and shaping it as if she was some piece of art, it made her feel cared for in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

You carefully separated her hair, overlapping the pieces in a rhythmic manner, cautiously pulling the groups of hair but never hard enough to hurt. It didn’t take long before you had finished, you tied it all together with the hair tie that she used before, letting go of your work.

“How does it look?” She asked, now turning to fully face you. There was almost some sort of innocence that shone through Mizu's expression, one that seemed to say she genuinely cared how she looked. It was kind of sweet to see her usually stoic and harsh exterior break for a moment, it showed you who Mizu really was even if it was for only a few seconds.

You had seen Mizu with her hair down before, maybe not often, but you had seen it. Something was missing.

You stared at her for a moment, a confused look riddled your face before it hit you, the curl.

You gently reached your hand up towards Mizu’s face, one finger looping around the curl that had been hidden away underneath all of the other pieces of hair. Not expecting this, Mizu froze, letting you do what you needed to do but also not knowing how to react otherwise.

Once you had fixed the curl, you moved back a bit to reassess your work. You smiled, finally happy with how it looked.

“Perfect.” You said, proud of the work you had accomplished. Mizu was happy enough just taking your word for it but she was still curious to see how she looked. She drew her sword partially, only just enough to be able to see at least a little bit of her reflection on it. From what she could see, she truly didn’t mind the look.

“So, what do you think?” You asked, patiently waiting for her answer. You watched as a very small smile graced her features as she said,

“It looks good.”

She put her blade away, turning to look back at you as she brushed a few loose strands out her face.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so… gentle.” She admitted quite plainly. Her hands rested on her lap as she thought back to a time when someone else had done her hair.

“Anytime my mother did my hair, gentle didn’t seem to be a word in her vocabulary.” She joked, a melancholic yet reminiscent look made its way onto her face as she thought back to the many times her mother had scolded her for looking to feminine.

“Being rough will only get you so far.” You responded, not really realizing how that sounded. It earned a small snicker from Mizu but it still went over your head regardless. It had got you thinking, the blue eyed woman constantly trained, having faced the several hardships in life at such a young age that no one would even dream of facing. She had to be tough in every way possible if she had any hope of surviving.

But you were determined to show her, in your own way, that you can let your guard down every once in a while.

“Let me see your hands.” You ordered pretty out of nowhere.

“What?” Mizu responded, clearly taken by surprise by your sudden demand.

“Let me see your hands.” You repeated, putting one of yours out and gesturing for her to place hers on top.

Her eyebrows wrinkled with uncertainty, having not a singular clue what you were planning to do, but she still did what you told her to anyway. Her confused expression remained as she placed her hand on yours, her palm facing towards the sky. With your free hand you gently traced the lines on Mizushand, slowly going over each callous that you could see. Just as you had expected, her hands were coarse and rough, tense from constant overworking and pressure, or maybe they were tense because she wasn’t used to the feeling of someone else, you couldn’t tell.

At first she didn’t know what to do except watch your hands.

“What are you doing?” She asked, confused what the point of this was.

You continued to trace lines and pointless circles around her hand, occasionally gently massaging different points.

“You’re really tense.” You pointed out, “I figured this might help you relax a bit.”

Mizu sat still for a bit as you continued, still not easing up in the slightest. Having her hair done was one thing, she had it done before so she knew at least somewhat how to react, but this was something different. You looked up at her, noticing her unbroken stare before smiling at her.

“Relax.” You calmly instructed her.

She closed her eyes, eventually relaxing into the feeling of your touch just like she had done before. She had truly forgotten what it felt like to be touched in a way that didn’t result in a bruise or broken rib.

You continued your motions, occasionally putting slight pressure on different areas. However in one area you had put just a bit too much pressure, resulting in a noise that sounded like a moan escape from Mizu. You immediately stopped, taking your hand away as you apologized,

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

You looked up at her, ready to continue apologizing but you were met with a serious yet… almost affectionate gaze as she said,

“Don’t stop,” She began, her voice was quiet and relaxed so at least you knew your work was paying off.

“It feels nice.”

There it was, that feeling again. You averted your gaze, not able to handle making eye contact with her while also processing your very wild feelings at that moment. One thing about Mizu was she never truly realized just how attractive she was, she always deemed herself a demon or a monster because that’s what she was taught to believe.

But you saw past that and because of that, things that Mizu didn’t even think twice about doing, would nearly send you into a coma just because it was her doing it.

She had no idea the power she had over you just from a few simple words, and you had no idea the power you had over her just from a simple gentle touch.

You continued on like she had told you, smoothing out the tension in her hand the best you could without any prior training on the subject. Eventually you had switched over to her other hand which was somehow more coarse than the first. You couldn’t help but admire the amount of time and strength that went into forming such things.

As you continued, you could tell Mizu was refraining from making any noises. In all honesty, it was nothing you hadn’t heard before, she’s been in pain enough times around you for you to get used to her whimpering and groaning.

Except this time was different, usually the noises she made were from a place of pain and discomfort.

However, this time, they seemed to come from a place of pleasure.

Caused by you.

“It’s okay.” You began, refusing to look up at her. “The more you let out the more I know I’m doing the right thing.” You encouraged, and sure one could say it was for a selfish reason but really who could blame you.

You could hear her continue to refrain, but over a small amount of time you could hear her a little bit more. Your heart raced as you continued, the act you were partaking in was nowhere near as sensual as it sounded and yet it still felt so intimate. If anything that’s all you wanted it to be, but that was a line you’d dare not cross, at least not yet.

A little more time had passed, you had eased out all the tension you felt in her hands and let go of her. Almost immediately she began to miss your warm and gentle embrace, having returned to her harsh and cold reality. But really, it wasn’t as cold as she had thought because you were still there, right in front of her, looking at her as if she was the only human to have ever existed.

“There now, do you feel better?” You asked quietly, a bit sheepish considering the amount of thoughts that had crossed your mind that you would never say out loud.

Mizu rubbed her hand absentmindedly, her face seemed a bit glazed over like she had been so lost in her thoughts and she wasn’t ready to be a normal person again. Once she had finally, fully, snapped back to reality she nodded.

“Thanks.” Was all she said before you two sat in silence. The tension was practically thick enough to cut through but neither of you wanted to be the one to take that leap, not without knowing for certain it was one they could even take in the first place. Up until now, sure you two had been close, but you had never gotten so close physically. You wanted to, she wanted to, but neither of you wanted to own up to it. She claimed she didn’t need distractions, and you claimed it was a feeling that would flutter away just as quickly as it came.

Well you were both wrong.

You both sat there, not looking at each other, not saying anything before you decided to gain the courage to say,

“Mizu?” You practically whispered. She looked towards you, finally taking her attention off of her hand which she continued to rub, trying to emulate the feeling of your touch but to no avail.

“Yes?” She responded. You very slowly inched a bit closer to her, not trying to make your idea or intention too obvious but she already had a few possibilities in mind on how this might unfold.

None of which she was complaining about.

“Can I… can I touch you again?”

That was all you asked. Sure you had literally just put down her hand but it was the fact that you had even asked that sent the same shivers down Mizu’s spine. She went quiet for a moment, not knowing what to respond with.

She truly had never been asked for permission to do anything before, not in this regard at least, and it shocked her a bit.

It somehow became the most intimate question you could’ve asked.

She nodded, not saying a word as she continued to look at you. It was as if she was trying to memorize your features, as if she was trying to burn them into her retinas so she'd never forget.

Your hand very carefully went towards her, cupping the side of her face as if it would break with too much pressure. She slowly began to lean into your touch, the warm feeling returning quickly as she let her harsh exterior down yet again, feeling uncommonly safe because of your touch. From this position she looked towards you, her hand making its way up to your face, and brushing a few hairs out of the way before asking,

“Can I kiss you?”

Her voice was raspy and low, just above a whisper. She waited patiently for your answer as you both sat in silence before you nodded in response. With that, her hand that had brushed the hairs from your face, slowly made its way to the back of your neck as you both leaned forward and-

“Hey, I found this place that sells food down the road and I- Oh. You’re here.” Taigen had barged into the room, not a singular care in the world as he looked at Mizu with his usual disdain. By this point you had already jumped back from her, being startled by Taigens sudden presence while in such an intimate moment.

With a cold glare Mizu looked towards Taigen,

“What do you want?” She spat. She could get over him annoyingly asking for a duel every now and then but ruining this one moment for her was too far. She finally felt safe and warm in someone else’s embrace and the same man who ruined everything else for her had to come back and fuck something else up.

Before either of them could say any other ‘kind’ words to each other you very quickly made your way to exit the room, not wanting to think about the awkward moment any more than you’d have to.

“I’m going to go… find some things for Ringo. I’ll see you later Mizu, bye Taigen.” You said, very quickly making your way out of the room, leaving both Mizu and Taigen together. Mizu had watched you leave with a certain sadness that you could only really see in her eyes, the rest of her face remained as stoic as ever as she turned back to Taigen.

“New hair style? You look oddly feminine wi-“ The man began, pointing towards her still braided hair.

“Say another word and you’ll lose an arm.” She threatened.

“Noted.”

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slaymybreathaway · 11 months

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Jersey (Charlie Conway x reader)

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 833

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I woke up to Charlie's arms wrapped around my waist, our legs were entangled and my head resting against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat.

We won last night's game and my legs are aching, Coach Orion kept me on the ice the whole game. We won 6 - 2 and the whole team was going out for Pizza to celebrate. I looked at Charlie's alarm clock and it showed 10:30.

I carefully tried to untangle myself without waking up my sleeping boyfriend. I slid out from under his grip and stood up. He started to stir and I was scared that I woke him up. He turned over and settled down.

I looked through the overnight bag that I had packed to stay In Charlie's.

Denim shorts and a red tank top with a black and white flannel to go over it.

Then I thought of a better idea, I walked over to Charlie's wardobe and opened the door. His green Duck's jersey was hanging up on a hanger. I took it down, grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom to get changed.

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Charlie's P.O.V

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I woke up at 11 and immediately noticed that y/n wasn't there. Instead, there was a note on my bedside table.

My Dearest, Charlie

I'm going to Connie's before we go for food, love you

Y/n

Is it weird that just seeing her handwriting made me blush? Ok it's probably a little weird.

I got up and brushed my teeth. I decided that I would wear my green Duck's jersey because we won.

I ruffled my hair in the mirror and opened my wardrobe. My white jersey was there but not my green one. It can't be in the wash beacause I haven't worn it in like a week. I can't ask my Mom either because she has already left for work.

"Odd, where is it?" I thought but didn't think much about it and put my white jersey on with a pair of jeans.

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Your POV

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I knocked on the door of Connie's house and her Mom answered the door.

"Oh hello y/n. How are you sweetie?" she asked and let me in.

"I'm doing great, my legs are a bit sore after last night's game but that's alright. Where is Connie?" I said.

"Oh she's up in her room dear," She said and went into the kitchen.

I ran up the stairs and could hear 'About a Girl' by Nirvana being blared from Connie's room.

I knocked on the door snd she told me to come in.

When I walked in she looked at me confused and said "Why is your j- WAIT... Turn around."

I turned around and Connie started laughing. "Look at you! Soon to be Mrs. Conway," she joked.

"haha I wish. I just stole his jersey," I giggled and sat down.

"You guys are so cute I cannot deal. So how was your sleepover? Did you..." she raised an eyebrow.

I threw a pillow at her "NO! Connie, god. We just watched a movie,"

Connie laughed "Ok, ok... Sure you did,"

I stayed in Connie's for an hour or two before heading to Tommy's Pizzaria.

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Charlie's POV

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I was walking to Tommy's with Goldberg around 2 and talking about y/n.

"Dude, you never shut up about her. I understand why though, she is hot. Let's say if you... Mysteriously break up for some unknown reason. Can I have her?" Goldberg asked, which made me laugh.

"Haahha I hope you're not planning to kill me now Goldie... And It's bold of you to assume that she would want you," I winked.

"Well yanno I am irresistible," Goldberg flexed his non-existent muscles.

We walked in and the bell rang above us. I looked around for the team and saw them with 2 big tables pulled beside each other. Everyone was there except Goldberg and I.

I saw y/n sitting down, deep in conversation with Fulton. She was wearing her green jersey but It seemed a little big on her. I looked again and realised that she was acctually wearing my jersey.

It looked great on her though. Of course it was a bit big but... right yanno. It might have been that the name Conway was plastered across her back. It showed everyone that she was with me and it made me think about how good Y/n Conway sounded.

I could feel my face getting hot. Goldberg noticed what y/n was wearing beacause he nudged me.

"Nevermind, doesn't look like she'll be leaving you anytime soon," he winked and went to sit beside Julie.

Y/n looked up and her eyes lit up when she saw me,she beckoned me over to sit on the seat next to her.

I sat down and kissed her on the cheek, and whispered in her ear" So that's where my jersey went."

#charlie conway x reader #charlie conway #the mighty ducks #mighty ducks #ice hockey #hockey #joshua jackson #emilio estevez #joshua jackson x reader

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midnightreid · 2 years

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Indiana Jones | Steve Harrington

SUMMARY: When Steve persuades you to dress up as Marion while he dresses up as Indiana Jones for the Family Video stores Halloween shift, you didn’t think things could get much better. Until the two of you are left in the shop alone...

WARNING: SMUT 18+, hand jobs, filthy language, public exposure, exhibitionist kink, cum swallowing, costumes, a gender-neutral reader with fem anatomy, slightly sub! Steve!

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: I wrote this back in Oct of 2020 for a Halloween challenge, and now it's the next fic to be moved over to my proper NSFW account. Hope you enjoy it!

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When your boyfriend, the ever-charming and dorky Steve Harrington decided that he was going to dress up as Indiana Jones for the Family Video store’s annual Halloween night shit, where every staff member was supposed to be in costume, you looked at him, standing in front of you with his hands on his hips and a determined look on his face.

“Steve, I thought you decided that you were going to go as Luke Skywalker, remember?” You closed the book you were reading and watched as he shook his head, crossed his arms over his chest and started to pace around the small living room of the house you shared.

“I know, I know. But then I spoke to Dustin and he said that nearly everyone is going to dress up as a Star Wars character because the costumes are easy to find and it’s so popular that it’s boring now.” The man huffed and collapsed on the sofa next to you, resting his socked feet on the edge of the coffee table and looked at you, pouting slightly as you rolled your eyes at his statement.

“I mean…I guess Dustin’s right, but you already hired the costume, Steve. And you told the manager who you were dressing up as, so it’s a bit late.” He shook his head at you, grinning as he spoke.

“Actually, I have it all worked out, sweetheart. Robin and her girlfriend finally decided on a costume each and she’s now gonna borrow the costume I hired and pay me back of course. And I’ve got heaps of time until we have to tell the manager our final costume, so it’s not really a big deal.” You chuckled at your boyfriend, shaking your head in amusement as he explained to you his plan, but you could also tell there was something else he wanted to say, because you could see how he kept opening his mouth to speak, but then shut it just as the words were about to come out.

“Okay, what else have you planned, Harrington? What’s the other reason you want to go as Indiana Jones?” He pursed his lips together, before turning to face you on the sofa, letting a breath out through his nose and pushing his hair back from his face.

“Well, when I was looking at the costume in the shop, the seller told me I can get half price off the hire price if I hire the costume that pairs it, so I thought…that you could be Marion? From Raiders of the Lost Ark?” He looked at you hopefully, eyes wide and bright as you stared at him confused, waiting for everything to make sense in your brain.

And then it struck you…the thought of Steve in that tight leather jacket, brown cargo pants and shirt that was always slightly unbuttoned, the worn hat that was a staple to the outfit, and the brown leather whip. And then you thought back to Marion’s outfit in the movie, a loose white blouse with red detailing, a large brown belt and a pair of astonishingly red pants that billowed around the legs, perfect for the hot weather of Egypt, but perhaps not right for the cold October weather of Hawkins, Indiana. But deep down, even if you were a little cold and a little uncomfortable, you knew it was worth it to see Steve in that jacket, holding that whip and looking so dashing in that hat.

So, you agreed to his proposition, nodded your head, accepted a grateful kiss on the lips, and headed to the costume shop on the edge of town.

On the night of the Halloween shift, Steve was giddy with excitement, hardly able to contain himself as he waited for you to get ready, sitting on the couch and trying to distract himself with whatever was on television. Neither of you had seen each other in the costumes yet, deciding to keep it as a surprise for the night, but already Steve was becoming impatient, calling out your name every few minutes to check if you were ready.

“C’mon sweetheart, our shift starts in twenty minutes and we’ve still gotta drive ten minutes to get there. I don’t want to be late.” He whined through the door, standing on the other side already dressed in his Indiana Jones costume, aside from the hat that he was only going to put on when you came out of your room. He didn’t want to ruin his already perfectly styled hair too early on in the night.

“Give me another couple of minutes, Steve. I’ll be out soon, I promise.” You heard him huff from the other side of the door, but he responded with an okay and stood in front of the television, watching whatever comedy show was playing.

In your bedroom, you were securing the large brown woven belt around your waist, pulling it tight around you and making sure your shirt was increased and sat flat against your chest and didn’t bunch up near the belt. Pairing the outfit with an old pair of black ankle boots you hardly wore and quickly applying a fresh coat of dark red lipstick before running a brush through your hair, you turned to look at your reflection in the mirror, happy with how you looked. You picked up your small black satchel and walked to the bedroom door, turning the door handle and pulling it open, waiting for Steve to notice you.

When he did, it was a sight to see. His mouth hung open, eyes went wide, and his cheeks visibly redden. He froze in front of you, TV forgotten about and all his attention locked on you, in awe as to how insanely good you looked.

“Jesus, baby, and I thought you couldn’t get any hotter.” You laughed at his remark as he walked closer, and then he was taking your hand and spinning you around for him, so he could get every angle of you in that costume. He gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared at you, and all you could do was lean up and press a kiss to his lips.

“You don’t look bad yourself, Stevie. Or should I say, Indiana?” And he did look good, extremely good in fact, because the brown cargo shirt was tight against his chest and arms, unbuttoned enough to see a small expanse of his tanned front, his pants also were tight in all the right places, and with his jacket on and his hands on his hips, he looked like the perfect explorer, searching for that magical piece of treasure, which on this night, was you. “But…I think there’s something missing.” You reached behind him and picked up his hat from the table, and gently placed it on his head, watching his hair fall into place underneath it as he responded with a lopsided grin, until he saw you pick up the long woven leather whip and move it in between your fingers, making him let out a muffled groan. Attaching the whip to the side of his belt and resting your hands against his chest, you kissed him quick before he had the chance to pull you closer, walking towards the door of the house and beckoning him to come.

“C’mon Steve. I thought you didn’t want to be late for work?” You smirked at him as you opened the door and walked outside to his car, knowing that right in this moment, he was running a hand over his face to calm himself and letting out a deep sigh, willing himself to stay in control tonight, even if he did already want to jump your bones.

The shift at the video store was surprisingly slow, with hardly any customers coming in to hire spooky Halloween movies, and the other two workers resorting the shelves, Steve and you were left standing behind the desk, clearing out the returned videos, waiting for customers to come in or just leaning against the counter like you had nothing to do. But you suddenly had other plans, especially when the other pair of workers finished their shift for the night early and left the two of you alone with a simple goodbye and the ring of the bell above the door.

It was dark outside by now, the clock already ticking past eleven at night, and soon every task that needed to be done in the store had been done, and Steve glanced at you with a face of pure boredom.

“You know, Robin really hyped this shift up when she told me I should do it. She told me that they had an endless line of customers and heaps of trick-o-treaters and it was hectic.” He let out a sigh, leaning against the counter near the cash register and looked at you.

“Not every Halloween night is the same, Steve.” He nodded back to you, and as soon as he saw the clock reach eleven thirty, he opened the register to start counting the money, starting the final closing process. You had an idea then, an idea that was sure to rile Steve up and get you fired if anyone found out, but you wanted to act on it nonetheless.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Mhm?” He kept his eyes focused on the money in front of it, counting slowly and writing the totals on a paper pad beside him, brown furrowed in concentration and hair falling just above his eyes.

“How much do you think people can see if they were on the other side of the counter? Like it’s pretty high right, you wouldn’t be able to see anything under someone’s stomach, yeah?” He glanced at you briefly, before turning back to his task at hand, nodding his head slightly.

“I dunno, sweetheart. I’ve never really thought about it to be honest.” He nearly seemed disinterested, but you could hear the hint of curiosity in his voice as he tried to figure out what you were talking about, but soon his breath was taken away, because your lips were ghosting along the exposed skin of his neck, so very close and warm.

“You wanna help me find out, Stevie?” He sucked in a breath at the nickname, and nodded his head at your question, leaning into your touch slightly, feeling your hand run itself along his chest, across his stomach and rest just above the waist band of his cargo pants.

“Sure, baby, why not.” He tried to seem casual, like he was too focused on the money to give you his full attention, but you both knew that he was only pretending, from the way his hand came to grip the edge of the counter and how his muscles flexed under the skin of his stomach as you ran your hand over it, warm and firm to the touch. You went to go lower, but stopped yourself to ask him if he was ready, if he truly wanted to do this, and he just smiled at you softly, eyes glazed over slightly as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Please sweetheart, do whatever you want to do. I want it.” You smirked against his lips as he spoke, and as soon as he was done, you were running your hand over his growing bulge, pressing your fingers lightly against it as he let out a shaky sigh and gripped the edge of the counter with both hands now.

You palmed him through his pants first, littered his neck and jaw with shallow kisses, let your other hand wrap around his waist and slip your fingers underneath his shirt, and he let out noises of pleasure, soft and breathy at first as you started off light, but then louder as your fingers were quickly slipping away to go under the waist band of his pants, coming in contact with his growing erection. Your eyebrows raised in surprised, and you let out a small whisper.

“No underwear, baby boy? Were you expecting something to happen today?” He gulped at your words, and hung his head down slightly, moaning lowly as you wrapped your fingers around him as your other hand moved to unbutton his pants and pull them to his thigh, cock out in the open now and sticking straight out.

“To be honest, I was going to take you to the back room and eat you out on the table, but right now, this is feeling pretty good.” You laughed at that, watching as he smiled a blissed out smile and watched his cheeks go red.

“Just wait, baby, when we get home, you can do all that and more.” You started to jerk him off then, his cock moving quickly in your grasp and the precum that had already dribbled out giving you a small bit of lubrication to work with. “Now, don’t just stand there, I thought you were supposed to be counting the money?” He groaned at your words, and moved a hand to push some of his hair out of his face, before turning to look at you.

“You’re a devil tonight.” Steve kissed you, lips warm and strong against yours, quickly turning the kiss into one of burning passion and greed as he wound his arm around your waist, but toon soon you were pushing his arm away and directing him to the counter.

“Ah ah ah, not so fast. If you don’t start counting, I’m gonna stop touching your cock, and we both know you don’t want that.” Steve shook his head, and after stealing one final kiss, he picked up the money and started counting, sorting the coins first into small piles.

You started to stroke him faster, your palm warm against him and your other hand winding itself into his hair, massaging his scalp the way you knew he liked, running your finger nails against his skin, tugging his hair gently and pulling out loud and deep moans from within him. With only the coins and one-dollar bills sorted, Steve’s legs were already shaking, but you were nowhere near finished with him. You wanted him right on the edge, begging you to let him come, moaning your name feeling like he was going to explode. But right as you started to circle your finger around the tip, the little bell over the store door rang, and Steve looked up with a look of utter panic over his face, trying to stand up straight as you kept a soft hold on his cock.

“You reckon you can be quiet while I pump your cock and you serve these customers, baby boy? If you can, I might just let you cum sooner than I planned.” Steve let out a low whine as you whispered the dirty words in his ear. He was shaking, a flush spreading up his neck and cheeks. But he nodded all the same, told you to keep going and plastered a fake smile on his face; not that the customers entering the store noticed.

An elderly couple walked in, hand in hand came straight up to the counter, placing a hired tape on the surface before they started speaking.

“Oh, I’m glad you were still open! We were driving home from our friends Halloween dinner and I had put the tape in the glove box of the car to remember to bring it back here, and suddenly I remembered I had it after a week as we drove by.” The elderly lady pushed a copy of Gone with the Wind towards Steve and smiled sweetly at him, and all he could do was offer a weak one back, trying to stay silent as you pumped his cock under the counter slowly.

“Well, it’s a good thing that our manager decided to stay open late on Halloween evening, otherwise the two of you love birds might have missed your chance.” You smiled at them, and with the hand that wasn’t stroking your boyfriends dick, you picked up the video tape and deposited it into the returned box. “Did you enjoy the movie?”

“Very much, dear. I’ve always loved that story and the acting is impeccable. Now how much do we owe for the late hire?” The woman pulled out her purse from the handbag hanging from her wrist and looked at Steve expectantly.

“Uh… $2.99 ma’am.” His voice was shaky and as he reached a hand up to take the money she was offering him, you decided right then to turn it up a notch, jacking off his dick so quickly now you were surprised the couple standing just over six feet away didn’t hear the obscene noises of skin on skin, or even lift a surprised eyebrow as Steve let out a long groan, clutching the money in one hand and the counter with the other. Hiding you smirk, you turned back to the couple and rested a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s having a bad case of stomach cramps after having too much Halloween candy. You know how some get, just can’t wait until they get home for a treat. He’s going to the doctor tomorrow to get sorted out.” With a final smile, and a firm tug on Steve’s cock that had him letting out a loud groan that was muffled with his hand, you wished the elderly couple a good night as Steve came in your hand, white hot streaks hitting the skin of your palm. The two of them told him to get better, and then walked out the door, not even raising so much as an eyebrow after an explanation was given.

As soon as they were gone, Steve collapsed against the counter, hair a sweaty mess stuck under his hat and his pants stained with drops of cum. He looked a mess, but a face of pure bliss covered his features as he looked over to you licking some of the cum off your hand before wiping the rest of it off with a tissue. His eyes darkened, and you knew, as soon as the two of you had closed up the shop for the night, drove home and got to your house, that he would make you pay for that, in every way possible.

But first he kissed you, hard and fast with biting teeth and warm lips that seemed to make you wetter than you already were, pressing himself against you so you could feel his cock hardening again already against your waist and his chest against yours.

“Are you happy now, sweetheart? Happy that you got to have your fun and nearly have us fired and embarrassed in front of customers?” He was nipping at your neck, leaving small marks against the skin and running his tongue over them to sooth them, and all you could do was let out a breathy sigh as he tucked his dick back into his trousers and waited for you to speak.

“Very happy, Stevie. And I think I’m going to be even happier when we get home too, because I’m sure you’ve got your own plans for the night.” Steve smirked at you, kissed you quickly before pulling away and moving around the counter, locking the store door and turning the open sign around.

“You better help me close up quick, baby, otherwise I might not be able to wait until we get home.” And with that, the two of you went back to your job, finishing up counting the money, setting the till, righting the displays and shutting off the lights to return home…with much more to come.

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ew-your-little-sister · 4 months

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Hey imagine if you had a sister who had a little sister fetish and she found out you were trans and is super supportive and wants to help you transition and also for some reason she's way more touchy and affectionate than she used to be and she just suggested that you and her should share a room so you can turn the spare into a walk in closet for both you.

Okay!!! I bet it would probably be something like this:

**part 1 of ??? i spent a few days writing this bit but i didn't want to sit on it any longer so here's this chunk lemme know if you want more**

"No listen, I'm telling you, none of those onlyfans girls are ACTUALLY sisters, they're just two girls who already do porn and they kind of look alike so they start making content together. It's really Gross, I promise you'll regret if you end up subbing, it's not worth 29 bucks"

"how do you even know??? Wait Ughhhh no this is so fucking weird I am not having this conversation with my sister PLEASE don't look at my history and stay the fuck off my laptop"

"dude just... trust me, okay? I PROMISE this has nothing to do with some weird puritan shit, i'm just watching out for my little sis... *ahem* s...ibling. y'know? I'm not trying to be gross, just like... save your money okay?"

Did she almost just fucking call me her sister? wtf kind of mind game is this... did she find the... I slammed my bedroom door in her face and clicked the lock. She kept yelling.

"Bro!! you're being ridiculous! i'm soooo sorry for using your laptop but you're being such a fucking bratty little bitch about it, you're not even acting like my brother anymore. Ever since you came back for christmas break, you're so fucking weird around me and i don't fucking deserve that. Just because you went out of state for college doesn't make you better than me, Andr--... nevermind"

She went quiet, like she couldn't quite get through the name. I heard her slam the door across the hall. I exhaled and unclenched my jaw. Something about the way she'd held back made me tense and I couldn't put my finger on it.

I had to know if she'd found it. There was no way she could've, but still -- I had to check. Nope, still there.

I dug out the old xbox 360 box from the corner of my closet and pulled out the layer of old cords and broken controllers. The walmart bag still had that same energy radiating off of it and it set off the geiger counter in my stomach. my cock stiffened and my stomach clenched in hopeful anticipation. It's okay. she doesn't know. I need this so bad, I can't believe I went all semester without these.I looked over my shoulder and made double sure the door was locked, and upended the bag onto the floor of the closet. 3 pairs of panties, pink and green flowers, yellow stripes, and solid navy blue, wrinkled and musty. The tank top that didn't quite fit and the swimsuit top she hadn't worn in 5 summers, all still there. I reached for my favorite, the pink and green ones, the first pair i had found, tucked away into the corner of her otherwise-empty hamper.I undid my belt and pulled down my jeans over the hairy legs I'd have to figure out how to get used to again. At least until I could get back to my dorm where I didn't have to worry about answering questions i didn't even know the answer to. "Did you shave your legs? What the hell, why? Is this some kind of disgusting prank? Are you gay or something? Is this how you think we raised you?"

I closed my eyes and exhaled again. Unclenched my jaw. Again. I pulled my boxers down and my unwieldy, half-hard cock bounced up and down expectantly, getting harder with each beat of my racing heart. By the time I had both legs through the panties it was aching and I knew it wouldn't fit into the panties until it got some attention. I pulled them up anyway and felt the soft cotton cutting into my cheeks and hips. My cock was a hairs breadth away from exploding into them for what had to be the 700th time, and the wet spot of precum was getting bigger and bigger.

I knelt down and unceremoniously stuffed the yellow striped panties into my face. With my eyes clamped shut and the soft panties filling my nostrils, I desperately breathed through them like i was a mountain climber huffing down oxygen. All they smelled like was old cloth, even though i'd never sullied this pair with my disgusting man-stink, her scent had long since disappeared but I could almost just imagine it. Musty and forbidden, and stomach churningly familial, which didn't matter at this particular moment, unlike how I knew it would feel in about twelve seconds.

I collapsed into the corner of the closet, legs splayed up on top of old boxed up toys and luggage and artifacts of a boyhood that I'd somehow been at the center of. I pulled the top of the panties open enough to let my cock spring forward, a thin translucent rope of precum still attached to the inside of the panties. I transferred the yellow panties to my left hand and gently pinched the tip of my penis with two fingers, my favorite way to cum, rubbing just the loose skin under my throbbing head, touching it as little as possible.

It only took two or three light strokes to send thick spurts of cum across my stomach, chest, and even a drop or two into my face. My dick softened and kept pumping out tiny little spurts of cum with every muscle spasm. I closed my eyes and let the ragged breaths calm and return back to normal. I wanted nothing more than to just lay there and fall asleep but the strange position I'd crumpled into in the corner of my closet gave me a wicked leg cramp that got worse by the moment.

Also, the Shame had also set in. I couldn't even look below my waist, so I stood and faced the back of the closet and pulled off my sisters panties. I used them to wipe the tablespoon of cum off of my chest, it had liquified and left a snail trails from my collarbone to my belly button where most of it had settled.

I threw the panties onto the floor and stepped over the mess, stepped over the clothes I'd hastily shed in pursuit of some sick, momentary pleasure back into my room, crawled into bed wearing just a long grey hoodie, totally bottomless and still sticky with cum, and pulled the covers up and fell asleep before i could really start hating myself.

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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So, I don't know if you're taking requests, and if you are, I'm not sure you'll especially want to take this one, because I'm being a little cruel, but don't worry, I'll understand if you decline. I want a smut where austin passionately fucks reader, because he had a deep crush on her for a long time, and she, after cumming (and before he finished) she gets dressed and walks away, saying something like "honey, I belong to no man", cause he whispered it to her during sex

This isn't cruel at all! It's funny. Thanks for the request! ❤️

You and Austin had known each other for some time that Austin had started to develop a crush on you, weren't nearly as interested as he was but you did think he was quite handsome and attractive. So, he you were a bit curious about him. You had begun to notice his advances and how he'd be super flirty and would do everything he could to get you alone, but you constantly avoided that not knowing what would happen once you were alone with him. The more the two of spent time together the more obvious it was that he was not going to stop unless he got what he wanted.. You. When you both were at a mutual friends house somehow he ended up cornering you in the kitchen, a smile on his face as he kept you trapped. "Austin, can I get through, please?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Go on a date with me and I'll move.." he said with a grin. You rolled your eyes playfully at him. "I told you no.. the answer is still no, Austin.." you said softly, staring up at him trying your best to not get lost in his beautiful eyes. He looked a bit sad when you turned him down again and he let out a soft sigh, backing away from you now, but grabbing a hold of your hand before you could get away. "Please? Just one date? If you don't like I'll never bother you again.." he said softly. You stared at him seeing the sad and sincere expression on his face, exhaling softly, admitting to yourself that you were always curious about what dating Austin would be like or just kissing him. "Fine, one date.. But that's it." you said, pulling your hand from his grasp as you walked out the kitchen. He beamed happily, after weeks of practically begging he finally got you to say yes and he couldn't be happier and now he was nervous. Once the night had ended the two of you made your plans for the date before parting ways.

Two nights later you had went on your date with Austin and he was completely blown away by what you had worn that night, a tight mini black dress that hugged your curves perfectly, he couldn't keep his eyes off you the entire night. He looked quite handsome himself in his suit. As the night went on and you had begun to get know each other, you had loosen up a bit and was actually enjoying being around him, he was funny and cute. The two of you had a lot in common, but the time you guys had reach the end of the night he somehow talked you into coming back to his place for a quick nightcap, but you knew that it was going to turn out to be more than that which you didn't mind. The way you both had been eyeing each other all night, you were ready to jump his bones. The moment you stepped into his place and he had shut the door, you both stood there staring at one another for a moment before he stepped toward you, pulling you into his embrace and crashed his lips against yours deeply.

You let out a soft whine against his lips, kissing him back just as passionately, dropping your purse to the floor as you threw your arms around him, pressing your body against his and he grabbed a hold of your waist, squeezing it firmly in his big hands as his lifted you up in his arms, which caused you to squeal softly and wrapped your legs around his waist as the two of you continued to passionately kiss, he walked slowly to his bedroom, your arms cupping his face as your tongue dragged along his bottom lip, nipping playfully at it. Once he approached the bed, he dropped you down onto it. You kicked off your heels, watching him stand above you, biting down your bottom lip as you hiked your dress up your thighs, spreading your legs open to reveal that you had no panties on, he raised an eyebrow with a smirk, his eyes staring at your exposed pussy. "I see you came prepared, hm?" he chuckled. "I'd figured this is where we'd end up..." you giggled softly.

You took two of your fingers into your mouth getting them nice and wet before bringing them down between your legs and pressing your fingers between your folds and rubbing your clit slowly, his jaw nearly on the floor as he watched in awe, growing hard at the very sight of you. "Fuck.." he mumbled, unbuckling his pants swiftly and tugging them down with his underwear, stepping out of them. He climbed on top of you, roughing pushing your dress up above your waist and grabbing your hand and taking those two fingers into his mouth to taste you, which caused you to giggle. "You taste so fucking good" he mumbled. You pulled your hand away with a smirk and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, feeling his cock slap against your thigh, letting out a soft whimper when you felt how big he was, his lips pressing against your neck and leaving a trail of soft kisses, as his hands squeezed your breasts through the fabric of your dress and then he grabbed onto the straps of the dress, tugging them down and wrestling your breasts out of your tight little dress, licking his lips at the sight of your perky breasts, kissing over them slowly as he reached down to wrap his hand around his cock and he ran his sensitive tip against your wet pussy.

He let out a soft groan as he felt just how soaked you were for him already and he slapped the tip of his cock against your sensitive swollen clit, you let out a soft moan, moving your hips against him slowly as your hands slide down to unbutton his shirt, things were moving so fast that neither of you had time to think, you just so badly wanted each other, you grasped his shirt and pulled him roughly against you, your lips lingering over his. "Fuck me.." you whispered against them. He didn't need to hear anything else as he lined his cock up with your entrance and then shoved his cock deep inside of you, causing your back to arch against the bed and a loud moan escape you, your body trembling beneath him, as a small gasp left your lips as he thrusted himself inside of you, forcing you to take every inch of him so roughly, he started to pump his cock inside of you, his thrust swift, hard and passionate, your body moving against the bed and your head tilting back against the pillows as your eyes rolled back and your hands gripped tighter at his shirt.

He grabbed a hold of one of your hands intertwining his fingers with yours, as he pressed your hand against the bed the quicker his movements became, the two of you squeezing each other hand, moaning softly together, he buried his face against your neck, his breath hot and heavy against you as he placed sloppy kisses against your soft skin. "I-I'm gonna make you mine.... All mine, baby..." he mewled against your ear. "Hush... J-Just fuck me..." you moaned softly against his ear, wrapping your legs around his waist and tightening them around him as he plunged himself further into you, his cock slamming against your walls, feeling like his cock was made for you. You whimpered out his name softly. He grabbed a hold of your thighs, squeezing them tight and lifting them a bit high above his waist as his hips slammed against your own, the sounds of your bodies slapping against one another filling the room along with your moans. You were panting heavily, your moans almost inaudible by the way he was fucking you, his kisses wet and sloppy against you as he kissed, sucked and nibbled at your neck.

The further he pushed you closer into your orgasm, the more it began to build in the pit of your stomach, your toes curling against him, your body tensing, your pussy clenching around his cock, your chest heaving as you moaned out his name repeatedly, when he slammed into you once more, hitting just the right spot that's when you lost control and your orgasm hit in droves, your body shaking beneath him as you came on his cock, making such a mess on him, whimpering softly as you tried to compose yourself, he was still pumping himself inside of you, so close to his sweet relief, but you had just about enough and once you had finished cumming you pushed him off of you with such force that a soft whine escaped your lips when you felt his cock leave you and he nearly fell off the bed, in complete shock and with a look of confusion on his face. "What the hell are you doing?!" he said shakily, in desperate need to cum, his body trembling.

You glanced over at him as you climbed out of his bed, fixing your dress and smirking at him with a shrug and then you went over to the mirror to fix your hair, staring at him from the mirror and seeing the puzzled look on his face and his cock throbbing in his hand and his balls so engorged because he didn't get to cum. "You can't be serious... Please.. I-I need to cum.." he begged. You smirked as you nonchalantly walked toward his bedroom door, opening it and then turning to him. "Well, you better handle that then..." you mumbled. "But baby, I-I need you.." he whined. "Honey, I belong to no man." you said with a grin as you walked right out without a care in the world, giggling to yourself. Leaving him to jerk off just get the relief that he needed. He was confused as ever and didn't know if this was a game you like to play or if you were serious, but either way it didn't stop him from calling you the next the day asking for another date. He wanted you and if that meant he had to endure you being a tease and giving him blue balls... Then so be it. He was hooked.

LMAOOO, this was fun to write. Poor Austin, but he seemed to like it?? 🤭 Anyway, ENJOY.

#austin butler #austin butler x y/n #Austin Butler smut #Austin Butler imagine #requested

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empresskadia · 3 months

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Part I (Probably OOC, probably crap):

There was something about the stars that had always brought Naomi-010 peace.

She couldn't explain it, not verbally, not to anyone. Something about being able to look up and gaze into that endless sea had calmed her even during the worst of the war. Despite the war, and the mud and the blood and the dead and the dying, despite it all, the stars were peaceful. She could look up from any planet she was on, and they'd be there as always: silent, enduring specks of light in a limitless, shapeless void of possibility.

"Ah, there you are, Naomi."

She was pulled away from her reverie by a voice, her lips ever so slightly curling into a small smirk as she turned to you. Even in the dark, your eyes had that same twinkle she had seen when she first met you. She couldn't place what it was but it had drawn her to you like a moth to light.

"May I join you?" You had asked, and she feigned like she had to think about it before she nodded. You checked over your shoulder for any other members of your squad before crouching down next to her, crossing your legs as you sat down. "I was wondering where you'd gotten off to."

She shrugged. "A bit too crowded for my liking."

You nodded. "Yeah, I don't blame you. Had I known before becoming a Helljumper how often you'd be making a hammock sandwich with your squad mates, I would've been a pilot."

Naomi snorted a little when she laughed. Only you could get her to do that. "No offense, but I've seen you fly. You would've crashed and burned before you even got your wings."

"Psssh, I'd be fine." You pointed to the Ace of Spades on your pauldron, the playing card so worn that you put it in a card protector so it didn't away completely. "I'm lucky, aren't I? As long as I got this with me, I'll make it."

In all the years the Spartan had known you, that card had never failed to be on your person. She had always wondered what it was for, or what it meant, but there was never a right time. No time like the present, right?

"May I ask you something?" She had asked, and it was so quiet she wasn't even sure you had even heard it.

"Of course." You replied instantly, raising a brow. "What's on your mind?"

You had responded so quickly that she realized she didn't quite know how to ask you. The two of you had had your shares of personal talks before, but you had always been the one to initiate. And maybe, with the way you had quickly switched from joking with her to paying utmost attention to her had flustered Naomi enough that she didn't know how to initiate.

Fortunately, you threw her a lifeline as you noticed her eyes switching between yours and the card on your shoulder. "Oh, this?"

The spartan nodded quickly as you pulled it from the little clasp you had it on and handed it to her. "This little ticket is my lucky charm."

"A playing card?" She held it gently in her hand as if it were the most valuable thing she had ever held. The white of the card had been stained and yellowed from light. The black spade in the center had begun to fade, and she could just barely make out the letters UNSC SoF at the bottom.

"Yeah. You remember when I told you about my uncle, the one whose ship went missing with all hands early in the war?"

"I do."

"Well, I can't remember him as much as I like to. But I remember he carried a card like this on him everywhere he went - said it was his ticket to get Lady Luck on his side. Well, he gave me this card. And I carry it just like he did."

"Do you think it works?" She asked.

"Of course it does!" You replied confidently., beaming. "I got lucky enough to meet you, didn't I?"

She didn't know what to say to that. Any joke or playful tease she had ready was forgotten and the crisp mountain air was suddenly warm. Looking at you didn't help either because you kept that luminescent smile on your face. It was hard not to feel something when you looked at her as gently as you did now.

She gently returned the card to its spot on your armor and then turned to you. The care in your eyes was so visible that it was hard not to return it.

"You'd still make a terrible pilot."

You laughed, melodious and wonderful. "Yeah, you're probably right. But the view here is worth every second." She hummed her agreement before she leaned her head against your shoulder as you both watched the night sky in silence together. A moment of peace and quiet in a loud galaxy.

First of all, I'm annotating this while reading, so this is my genuine reaction, I waited to get home from work to read it. Second, I squealed when I saw this in my inbox earlier, my co-worker thinks I'm insane and doesn't understand why I'm giddy about this.

To start us off-

"There was something about the stars that had always brought Naomi-010 peace."

So glad you included her love of stars, I love her thoughts about them <3

"Even in the dark, your eyes had that same twinkle she had seen when she first met you. She couldn't place what it was but it had drawn her to you like a moth to light."

They're soulmates, your honor, I'm already kicking my feet. Like the 'being drawn to someone' troupe is my favorite thing. Especially for a Spartan, I'm having a brain riot moment.

"and she feigned like she had to think about it before she nodded"

Love that she's comfortable doing this with her partner, she's so cute.

"The two of you had had your shares of personal talks before, but you had always been the one to initiate. And maybe, with the way you had quickly switched from joking with her to paying utmost attention to her had flustered Naomi enough that she didn't know how to initiate."

Naomi, who gets flustered when having her partner's full attention!! Yes, please. Just imagine how seen she feels, like she isn't just a soldier in her armor but you make her feel like a person, dare I say, human. Personal talks with Spartans are important in my mind.

""A playing card?" She held it gently in her hand as if it were the most valuable thing she had ever held.""

Sweet baby angel.

and she could just barely make out the letters UNSC SoF at the bottom.

"Yeah. You remember when I told you about my uncle, the one whose ship went missing with all hands early in the war?"

DUDE I FUCKING SCREAMED, IS IT CAPTAIN JAMES CUTTER?? WAIT TILL WE FIND OUT OUR UNCLE IS ALIVE.

""I got lucky enough to meet you, didn't I?""

"It was hard not to feel something when you looked at her as gently as you did now."

I'm kicking my feet, looking at the Spartans as if they are the most precious people ever BECAUSE THEY ARE.

"She gently returned the card to its spot on your armor"

She put it back herself, your honor, she loves us T-T

""You'd still make a terrible pilot.""

Naomi, I just want to kiss you, thank you. She would be so sassy with her partner.

This was 10/10, I need more, I want to give Naomi all the forehead kisses until she's annoyed with me. Don't you say this is crap because this is gold and it made my night, I will be coming back to read this over and over again.

#halo #halo series #fanfiction #naomi 010 #naomi 010 x reader #naomi 010 x you #halo x reader #not my writing #submission #yay!#I adored this #and can't wait for part 2 #this is gold #and i ate well tonight #i started crying just abit #halo fanfic #the simping is real #glad we're doing this together

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daryldixonfanfiction · 9 months

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a (Daryl Dixon) short story - pt.1

Masterlist

paring: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

summary: Close to death on a stormy night un unknown archer saves her life.

*rewrritten

WC: 1.8k

Sume called it, ‘The end of the world - others, God's wrath if you still believed in that. Whatever it was It had taken everything and more…She knew her life would never be the same - that she would never see her family or the ones she loved.

It's been hours of this now, running and running even though the dead chasing her had been long since gone. She must be miles away by now. Away from the little house where they had been ambushed by a swarm of the dead, breaking in, tearing her family and friends apart one after one in their sleep. Only she made it out alive because her door was locked, giving her enough time to flee through her bedroom window. And sins then she had been on her own.

Sunset kissies its light upon the overgrown field. With every stride true the tall grass her beating heart drums in her ears - reminding her she was still alive. Everything hurt, her stomach aches with hunger, her legs burned and her lungs felt as if they had been set on fire. So many times she had thought of giving in, but then her voice within kept telling her, ‘it was just a bit further, prolonging the inevitable all would face in the end.

Fatigued, she heads into the forest. Night is coming in fast but she’s terrified of the dark. She missed the city lights, the sound of cars driving in the distance.

Maybe missing the small things, the things to be taken for granted was a sign of loneliness? After all she had knowone but herself.

As night grew darker, temperature grew colder. Lev's crunched underneath her feet, distracting her as she tried to breathe more calmly, but every breath was left awkward and shaky.

She followed the moonlight, glowing down from above. A dirt road leads her to an abandoned cabin. It looked worn and old as if it had been forgotten, left to endure the seasons to slowly be swallowed by nature. Somehow she had found a safe haven in the middle of nowhere and truly she was grateful to have stumbled upon this little place. She would not survive the night in the forest, not with the dead rominge in the shadows.

Sleep beckoned her inside.

Eyes grew heavy as she laid to rest in the little closet between the living room and the kitchen. With a blanket wrapped around her like a protective cocoon, it didn't take long before she drifted into a deep sleep and the solace of dreams.

Rays of light slipped beneath the closet door. Her eyes burned as they fluttered open, adjusting to the morning light. The ache in her stomach had grown into an empty hole demanding to be filled, and after turning the place upside down a can of baked beans were found.

Sitting crossed legged on the floor, content digging into her breakfast she leaned against the wall gazing up at the dusted window - and she knew she couldn't stay. Knowing if she had found this place - so could others and that meant trouble. And she was not looking for trouble - especially so being on her own. There was no telling how long it had been since she had seen another soul; the only ones were dead ones. After a while days began to bleed into one another and she had made no effort in keeping tracke.

Placing the empty can of beans on the wooden floor she began to collect supplies for the continued journey. It wasn't much but she would survive, she had to. Sumer was turning to fall and she could tell by the leaves beginning to turn yellow and orange. But the colder nights were the biggest tell sign.

Removing the big furniture barricading the entrance she gives the place one last look before stepping into the forest once more, leaving her one night of safety behind.

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Angry flashes of light glowed through the forest.

Luck was no longer on her side, no cabin nor the moon's soft light guiding her to safety - away from the incoming storm and the horde chasing her down. Panice rose, followed by tears - because she knows - knows her legs will give up at any given moment. After all, she could not run forever. At one point she will have to stop for a breath and that would be the end of it.

Fleeing deeper into the forest. Terror aches bone deep as snarling sounds of the dead grew louder, hungrier. The decaying odor made her pail of the mear thought meeting her end. This was just like the night she lost everything, terrified beyond belief and there was nothing she could do but to run for her life. That is if she could keep it.

Darkness engulfed the night sky as the unforgiving clouds of thunder and lightning glowed angry flashes of wight. The groan of the undead grew louder, the sound of them dragging their decaying limbs down the ground, chasing her endlessly with their rotten teeth snapping in attempts to sink their yellowed teeth into her body of flesh.

Just for a second she looked back to see a dark silhouette of a monster right behind her, inches away. Then suddenly the monster took hold of her and everything stopped. She fell with a heavy thud getting the air knocked out of her colliding into the cold forest floor. The flashlight slipped from her fingers in the tumult. With palms flat against the dirt and leaves, grounding herself from the hard impact the monster beckoned her to give in, in its iron grip. It crawled on top of her, she closed her eyes and held her breath waiting for it to sink its teeth into her delicate flesh, to rip her apart until she would be unrecognizable.

The moment never came.

Suddenly, it fell limp to the ground beside here with a bolt embedded in its skull. And for a moment she wondered if she had hit her head when she fell?

The flashlight flickers before it dies out completely and she realized there was a tall, broad silhouette standing there.

Lightning lights up the night sky, revealing a man a few feet away. It was hard to make out what he looked like in the dark, but she could feel how intimidating he was. The man's face was hard and unreadable, hair dark and uncut falling into his dark hooded eyes staring her down. She didn't dare to move nor make a sound. She could feel his hard gaze boring into her skin and she waited for him to say something, anything but he seemed to make out the situation. The man's bild was strong and lean; she could tell by the sleeveless arms glistening with sweat when the lightning would strike occasionally in the background . If he wanted to harm her she would be defenseless.

Seeing the crossbow in his grip she knew it was his doing, it was his bolt that pierced its head. And she wanted to know why. Why did he save her and why is he out here? His chest breathed heavily against the fabrike of his button down shirt, out of breath as he had been sprinting.

Still on the ground she kept her eyes locked on the stranger and it feels odd to see another living being. Her heart pounds hard in her chest, anxious of what would follow this moment. His eyes scanned the tree line behind her, they lingered somewhere in the darkness of the forest, closing in on them with every second passing by.

There was this air about him, his presence of something she couldn't find the right words to describe. Who is he? She wanted to know what his name was, if it was as imposing as he looked. But then she thought of what his intentions were by saving her, if he expected something in return, if he was alone or if he belonged to a group, and if so if they were trouble or not? Her eyebrows came together as she stared and stared in an attempt to somehow read him but his face was hard as stone, giving nothing away.

In the moment of hope the girl Daryl had saved would be someone else…..Beath. In the dark their bodies looked similar but as he looked at her now, he knew Beth was no longer amongst the living. Not after the prison fell and what went down.

The rest of them he didn't really know, but he believed they didn’t make it. He felt like the last man standing. His deepest fear had come true. He had lost everything that had ever meant something. And the question, what was he now without them, haunted him.

It was on him - all of it. Everyone that had died that day felt like his fault, his responsibility, he was supposed to keep them safe, protecting them. He had failed them all and It was tearing him apart, weighing him down like weights in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't supposed to be alive. He didn't believe he deserved such luxury, thay were the ones who made him a better man, they were supposed to be here alive, breathing the same air he felt was suffocating him. But now he stood here with his lungs burning for oxygen and his body pumped with adrenaline to the tips of his fingers not knowing what the right thing to do or say was to the girl he had saved.

she could see the shift in his eyes.

The herd had caught up to them, revealing themselves from the shadows.

Then before she could blick he took hold of her wrist without a word, taking her along with him and with no energy left she couldn't do anything then get dragged along. But escaping from the dead didn't seem too bad at the moment.

Walkers emerge from the shadows. The reason the girl had been running and he could tell she had been doing that for a while. His heart beats harder, thumping in his ears and for just a split of a second he thought of leaving her. Saving her from being eaten alive, it didn't feel like his responsibility to save her, she was a stranger after all. But he knew he couldn't leave her. The choice was made that same moment his bolt went true its skull… saving her.

By instinct he did it without really thinking of the repocations, but it did feel right at that moment with the hope of it being her. But as the walkers came closing in, he could see her eyes widened with fear, her frame shaking on the ground, her lower lip began to tremble and her cheeks had a hint of pink, raw with tear stains. He couldn't find it within himself to leave her behind and he was sure if he did he would never forgive himself.

Grabbing her by the wrist, thay ran as fast as their legs would let them with his crossbow slung over his shoulder and his knife in hand ready to take down any walker who dared to cross their path.

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Shoot your Shot

Sebastian Stan x Curvy Actress Reader

A/N: My own mood board and watching the Emmys a few weeks ago gave me the inspiration to write this. Also, you're not a dramatic actress like Sebastian you are funny as hell but lack the confidence when it comes to your love life. Another inspiration for this is lizzos absolute bad assness and confidence. Its a tad rushed but I just had to get this out there before my brain malfunctions. After this one is posted I'm working on a Day of the Dead with Bucky.

Y/N POV

“I just want to thank everyone for this wonderful award. The fans of the show, the cast and crew. Oh my gosh this is crazy! And now I'm about to do something so out of my element. Sebastian Stan, you beautiful specimen of a man, oh my god……….”

You're probably wondering how I got here? Well let's see where I should start. How about 12 years ago. I was an up and coming actress and a huge marvel comics fan since childhood. When they released Capitan America: The First Avenger I fell completely in love with Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes. From then on I kept following his career before and after the first avenger. After struggling getting acting jobs I finally got a role in Ted Lasso. I proved myself as a comedic actress and here I am at the Emmy Awards with a nomination for best supporting actress in a comedy show.

The day of the show I'm a bit of a nervous wreck, not because I'm nominated but because of who I know will be there, Sebastian Stan. Man did he have one of the best years of his career. The 355, Fresh which was just a masterpiece for modern horror and Pam & Tommy. He immersed himself into Tommy and he got a well deserved nomination. The whole time I'm getting ready I'm trying to psych myself up for what I will do if I do get the award. My team is looking at me like I'm crazy but they don't have to know why I'm constantly talking to myself.

Once hair and makeup are out of my hotel room I take a look at myself in the full length mirror. Being a curvy girl there aren't many dresses that make me feel good about myself, but this dress i found really has set the bar. A beautiful deep blue dress with a see thru lace top and satin from the waist down with a high slit on my right leg. It was the most beautiful dress I have ever worn.

When I get the red carpet it is just a madhouse. Cameras everywhere, fans in the distance it's almost overwhelming. But I push my nerves to the back of my head and wait for my turn to head down the carpet…..Ok Y/N you can do this girl.

Sebastian’s POV

I have no idea what is going on, but the one woman I have had my eye on for the past year is getting her well deserved award and she just called me out. What is happening?????

When I got nominated for Pam & Tommy I was very humbled about it. Then I saw the other actors that were nominated for various other shows and that's when I saw it. Y/N- Y/L/N. I thought to myself, I hope I get to meet her and tell how wonderful she is. But I was too shy to really tell her how I really felt about her. How beautiful she was and how I wanted to ask her out. He loved everything about her, especially her curves.

The day of the awards show came and I was really excited, deciding to take my manager of almost 20 years as my date. They were on their way. When I got to the red carpet I could feel the energy around me, and immediately was looking for Y/N. I was hoping she was already there but no such luck yet. While I was walking down the line getting my picture taken I heard the cheering of the crowd and looked to my left and there she was.

“Oh my god. She looks absolutely gorgeous” he said under his breath. I was practically speechless, I couldn't hear the photographers shouting for me to take a picture. Finally my manager nudged me to start moving down the line. We got inside and were surprised to see tables like at the golden globes, with champagne and little appetizers. I sat with Lilly, and Seth from Pam & Tommy and as soon as I sat I decided to shoot down a glass of champagne to calm my nerves. My category was up first. I was a little disappointed I didn't get it but I was happy for michael keaton. During the show I kept looking around for Y/N and I finally spotted her just before her category was announced. I watched her the entire time, then they were announcing her award. “Holy shit she won” I stood up and clapped and cheered for her.

I was listening to her speech thanking the show and the fans then all of a sudden I heard my name. I have no idea what is happening but I'm looking right at her………….

Double POV

The crowd is going absolutely nuts, I mean Lizzo is giving the double thumbs up. That's all the courage I needed.

“Sebastian, will you go on a date with me?!”

I was almost in shock, I got a pat on the back from Oscar and then I got up from my chair and jumped on stage to get to her. I couldn't believe it, she was asking me out on national television. I had to make a bold statement as soon as I got to her. I walked up to her and she had the biggest smile on her face, just breathtaking. I got up to the microphone and just kept my eyes on her.

“YES! I will go on a date with you!”

The audience went berserk cheering and clapping. I tuned all of them out when I looked into her eyes, then down to her lips, and almost like she could read my mind she gave a little nod yes and I kissed her. It wasn't rushed, just soft and sweet. I didn't want to give her tongue on live tv. We parted and we just looked at each other, finally we were asked to exit the stage and I followed her backstage. Once we found a quiet area we just started laughing.

“What do we do now?” Sebastian had asked her. As if on cue both of your managers came around the corner, both of them handing you your phones with big smiles on their faces. You both gave each other your phones and put your numbers in them. Just as you were about to be taken away to do a small press conference Sebastian spoke up again. “I don't know which after party you're going to but would you like to join me at the one I'm invited to?” “I would love to, if it's ok with your manager, I know she came as your plus one?” I turn to her and she gives me a reassuring smile and nods her head yes.

“Ok then, would you like to share my car and driver to get to the party?” she adds. “You can meet me at the back right after the show ends.” Sebastian nods a yes and all of a sudden a PA comes over and whisks you away to speak to the press.

You and Sebastian head to the Disney after party and the press is having a field day when you show up hand in hand, It's almost blinding. You both head in and just dance the night away, and a few drinks as well. You end up being introduced to lilly james and seth rogen, Sebastians co stars on Pam & Tommy. Lilly is absolutely beautiful in person and very sweet. Seth is a riot to talk to.

During a slow song, Sebastian is holding you tight and swaying back and forth looking each other in the eyes. You two are like magnets that can't be torn apart. He leans in and meet him halfway, this time the kiss is more passionate like you’re committing this to memory. He kisses you like he wanted to the first time, you grant his tongue entrance and it’s all over for you. He squeezes your waist and you let out a tiny moan. Your arms snake up his shoulders to hold on to his hair and tug just a little bit. He gives a growl that could rival a lion. You finally part when your brain registers the need to breathe. You both lean on each other's foreheads with huge smiles on your faces.

“I still can't believe you asked me out on national television.”

“ I know, I told myself when I got nominated that if I win, this would be my only chance to get your attention.”

“Well you definitely got my attention. Can I tell you something? I've kind of had a little crush on you and was trying to figure out how to talk to you and ask you out.”

You giggle and hug him tighter. “ I guess we had the same idea tonight.”

You and Sebastian end up staying another hour at the party, but don't want to part. “Do you maybe want to come up to my hotel room? I don't want the night to end. We don't have to do anything, I just want to spend the rest of the night with you and talk and get to know each other.”

“ I would really like that. Would it be ok if we swing by my room so I can change into something more comfortable? As much as I love this dress, but it's not for staying in all night.”

“Yeah that would be ok.”

Sebastian leads you out of the party and to your car. You tell the driver to take you to your hotel first. “The Chateau Marmont please.”

“Hold on, that's where I'm staying as well.”

Smiling at each other, the driver takes off and heads to your hotel.

You both get back to his room after changing and just spend the rest of the night talking, ordering room service and just getting to know each other on a deeper level. Of course every once in a while you have a few heavy makeout sessions. Around 5:30am the night starts to turn to dawn and you are both lying on his bed just staring at each other, Sebastian wraps his arm over you to bring you closer to him and you nuzzle your face in his neck. It doesn't take long for both of you to fall asleep in each other's arms.

“This was probably one of the best nights of my life y/n, and it's all because of you.”

“I’ll have to agree with you on that seb.” After a chaste kiss on the lips you fall to sleep.

Remember, no matter how nervous you get, sometimes shooting your shot works out for both people. Even when you don't even know it.

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Young American - Part 5

FRIENDS, THIS IS A GOOD AND LONG ONE 😮‍💨😏 A little earlier than usual because I will be very busy this weekend, but I hope you like it! Thank you to all of you who read and interact, it means the world to me!

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Also on an unrelated note, I'm going to 2 more LOT show and was thinking of maybe doing a little merch giveaway? Perhaps a LOT soup tote? LMK if that would be something you're interested in if you were unable to attend any shows! ☺️

Warnings: Talks about Alzheimers, death, depression, cancer, blood, pain, tattooing

Y/N wasn’t really sure what to expect on Monday when she got to the shop in terms of her official friendship with Harry. Since Sunday was her “day off” she didn’t see Harry or even hear from him, but she still felt giddy and nervous as she got through her tasks quickly and eventually got to the drawing table. She had done herself up just a bit more in the makeup department, she always got a little more of a confidence boost when she did her make up. It wasn’t anything crazy, she just added a thin winged liner and a red lip tint with some gloss over it. It stood out a bit since she was just wearing a white tee tucked into her black, high-waisted jeans and her go-to checkered vans adorned her feet. Y/N kept telling herself that it was because she just felt good, she had a little bit of a pep in her step today, but all that flew out the window when she heard the back door of the shop open and she perked up, preparing to see Harry, he was always the first to arrive as she turned back when she heard the steps lead into the studio she was met with G.

“Oh, hey! You’re early!” She said with a smile as she stood and he scoffed.

“Early? It’s 9:30.” He said and she frowned.

“Is it?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled, “Got lost in the drawing, did you?” He asked and she smiled and nodded. She felt a little worried, Harry was never late, “Show me what you’re working on?” He asked and she guided him over. As she showed him the new designs they made some small talk about his grandparents anniversary party and he shared that he had also been out yesterday and was curious about the Halloween party she bit her lip for a second before speaking.

“Ummm, maybe we should go for a drink after work.” She said and he looked at her with some confusion.

“Well I can’t tonight. The boo-thing and I wanted to go see a movie, sorry.” He said.

“It’s cool, we can do tomorrow.” She assured and then the door opened again and in came Rosa, “She lives!” Y/N laughed and Rosa sighed.

“I’m so sorry! I got hella cross faded and it hit right before we were leaving to the party and I was vegged out and eventually just passed out. I texted Harry!”

“You did not!” She laughed and then pulled out her phone to show proof and as she searched through her messages she frowned and her and G just giggled.

“OK, I thought about texting Harry.” She laughed in slight embarrassment with Y/N and G. They chatted a bit longer and then Vy came in and cheerfully greeted everyone as she rushed to set up for her appointment and shortly after Rosa headed off to open up the shop and Harry still wasn’t in. It was a slow morning for G so he gave her some pointers on some of the new designs she had made so that they could be more tattoo friendly and she took note and as they wrapped up that conversation he let out a big yawn.

“Well, I’m gonna make some coffee, want some?”

“Yeah, I’ll come with you.” Y/N smiled and they walked into the lounge and she started getting out the grounds and their mugs. Suddenly they heard the door open and in came Harry, sunglasses still on his face, his motorcycle helmet nestled in one arm as he ran his free hand through his thick, brown curls. He was wearing some distressed denim, the fit was loose on his legs and his broad shoulders were draped in a worn leather jacket. He was wearing one of his usual t-shirts underneath, but god did he look astounding.

“Hey G!” He greeted happily as he passed by and when he reached Y/N he gave her a little side hug, “Hey you.” He hummed lowly as he pressed his cheek into the top of her head.

“Hey.” She responded with a bashful smile, trying her best to will away the rosy color of the blood rushing up to her face. After a few short seconds of being in his embrace Harry pulled away and headed to the storage lockers to set his things down. When she looked over at G he was smirking at her and she rolled her eyes and continued with adding the coffee grounds to the filter.

“Can you add a little for me?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, of course.” She smiled up at him, “Long morning?” She asked and he sighed as he shrugged off his jacket.

“Yeah, on my way here I got a flat on the highway. I had to get towed to a gas station to fill up and well, you know how tow trucks take forever and charge like hell.” He explained and both she and G hummed in understanding, “But it’s all taken care of now, thankfully.” He said with a smile as he came up beside Y/N to grab his mug out of the cabinet.

“That’s good. Glad to hear you’re alright and everything worked out.” G said and Y/N nodded along in agreement.

“Thanks.” He responded and then he turned to Y/N, “You look extra dolled up today.” He acknowledged her extra effort.

“Oh yeah? Just… felt like switching it up a little.” She shrugged nonchalantly, but internally she was happy that he had noticed.

“Well, you look good.” He said more quietly, probably feeling a little bit timid since G was in there with them, but it surprised her that his presence didn’t deter him from complimenting her at all.

“Oh! Ummm, thanks.” She smiled at him again and Harry smiled timidly at her and she could see G grinning from her peripherals.

“Did you already talk to Rosa?” He asked with a grin as he leaned against the counter as she started up the coffeemaker.

“Oh my god, yes!” Y/N giggled and Harry shook his head from side to side.

“At least we know she’s alive. She was in a proper state yesterday.” Harry disclosed and she giggled.

“I can only imagine.” Y/N hummed and she looked to G who was texting fiercely on his phone. She was just waiting for her phone to ding with a longwinded message.

“Speaking of the devil.” Harry grinned as Rosa walked in and she rolled her eyes with a grin on her face, “Morning.”

“Good morning, Harry. Ummm, do you have a minute? Someone is asking for you up front.” She said and he nodded and left with Rosa.

“OK, I cancelled the movie we’re going for drinks tonight.” He said and and she laughed softly and shook her head.

“It’s cool, it can wait.”

“Maybe it can, but I can’t. I need to know what is going on there.” He said quietly.

“Nothing. We’re friends now.” She shrugged.

“Bull! You hooked up.” He said more quietly and she shook her head.

“Really we didn’t!” He studied her face with squinted eyes, “Ughhh, we’re going to lunch then. I literally cannot wait to hear it all.” He said to her and she giggled.

“OK, lunch.” She agreed.

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G could not stop smiling as Y/N told him about her time spent at the Halloween party with Harry. It was good that she and Harry were able to put their differences aside and have fun together. He was starting to grow a soft spot for him as she talked about how funny and sweet he was.

“-and then Vy took us up to the guest room so that I could go to the bathroom without waiting in the long ass line and we just stayed up there talking.”

“Talking you say?”

“Yeah, just talking, and drinking of course, but ummm… he was just really bummed about how we had gotten off on the wrong foot-”

“Still?”

“Yeah, he was so apologetic! And you know, I was letting him know that it was OK and we watched a rom-com turned drinking game…Well, I let him think I was drinking too but I just hate taking Ubers alone if I’m drunk and well he asked if we were friends and I told him that I think we are and he got really happy about that. You should’ve seen how pretty his smile was, I swear my heart grew five sizes just seeing him beaming like that.” She pouted with affection and G cooed, “Then it was just time to go and well, he had driven himself and didn’t want to leave his car so he let me drive his car-”

“The Ferrari?” He asked with shock and Y/N nodded.

“He was so drunk, I thought he was joking! But then he was like I swear I trust you and he wanted to go home so I agreed to drive him. Then he like passed out and I have no idea where he lives, so I had to take him to mine and he stayed the night.” She shrugged, leaving out the part where they shared the bed, “He stayed for breakfast and then left for the shop and that was it.” She said.

“And he remembers all of this?” G asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, he ummm, he checked in the next morning and apologized if he was a handful or whatever, which I assured him he wasn’t and yeah.”

“How do you feel about all of this?” He asked and she shrugged and smiled.

“Good? I mean, he’s literally the sweetest person ever and he’s really proven himself to like, makeup for the beginning.”

“Well, I’m glad you guys are good now because now I can say how fucking good he looked when he came in today. Not really the type I go for but damn.” G said with arched eyebrows and Y/N giggled with warmth in her cheeks.

“Yeah, he did. Didn’t he?” She said giddily before taking her lip between her teeth.

“He was totally flirting with you, by the way. This morning.” G pointed out and her cheeks felt warm all over again as he recalled this detail and recounted it to her.

“Oh my god…he was just being nice.” She waved it off.

“Sure, sure… I might be into guys but I’m not blind. Flirting is flirting in any sexual orientation.” He said pointedly and she rolled her eyes.

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The rest of the afternoon was pretty quiet. Y/N was just doing some inventory in the supply closet while everyone else wither worked on their clients or on new designs. She was in the middle of counting the boxes of gloves when suddenly Harry came looking extremely irritated and she jumped a bit at his surprise intrusion.

“Sorry, I just need a moment.” He huffed.

“Alright. Do you want me to go?” She asked him as she set her clipboard down on the nearest surface.

“No. Stay.” He insisted, searching her eyes and she nodded as he looked down to the ground and took slow, calming breaths, but his hands were balled up in fists at his sides. She tentatively reached for one of his hands and he unclenched it, allowing her to take it and she just squeezed gently. He looked back into her eyes and she could see that he was so upset that it looked like he was going to cry.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked gently and he exhaled through his nose.

“Well, first the whole thing with the tow truck. I mean, it was an expense I wasn’t expecting to make and rent is due on Friday.” He explained, he was clearly stressed out about it, “And now, I got a call from the company that’s shipping over my things and they lost some really priceless art that I had. Stuff my grandfather had painted. They’ve been searching but still haven’t been able to track where it went.” He said and paused, that seemed to be what really was upsetting him, he exhaled shakily and she squeezed his hand again, “That’s all I had left of his.” He explained with tearful eyes.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Harry.” She said compassionately, her hand trailed up his arm from his hand and she smoothed over his bicep gently, “That’s super shitty.”

“Yeah. Fuck…I’m so angry I can’t even see straight…ughhh!” He groaned and she frowned and just hugged him. He stayed frozen for a second before he hugged her back. They were quiet for a few moments.

“Want to take a little walk? Get some fresh air?” She asked and he nodded against her, “OK, C’mon.” She said softly as she rubbed at his back before letting go. They headed out through the back entrance and he groaned again when he saw that his bike had a flat again.

“For fuck’s sake!” He exclaimed and sighed as he bent down to inspect the damage.

“Gosh, today is just not your day…” She said and he shook his head.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” He mumbled.

“Well look, one of my aunt’s friends is a mechanic, has his own shop and all. He does his own towing and I think he does tires too. I can call her and see if they can get this sorted out for you?” She offered and he turned to her.

“Do you know how much that might be?”

“Not sure, but cheaper. He never charges us if we need towing, being family friends and all. Or if he can’t work on what you need he can at least refer you to someone who will give you a good deal?” She said and he sighed. Harry hated feeling helpless and limited in what he could do. Things had been better, but he hadn’t replenished his savings enough to be able to deal with an unforeseen circumstance like this twice in one day.

“Yeah, please. Anything would help at this point.” He said and she nodded.

“I’ll call her now. Maybe if they come soon you’ll have it before the end of the day?” She said and he nodded, “OK, let me go get my phone.” She said and rushed back inside. She came back out and they started walking out of the lot with him at her side as she called her aunt and explained the situation. She was more than willing to give their friend, Andrew, a call and soon she hung up as they reached the corner of the street and they lingered there for a moment.

“Thank you.” He said and she smiled.

“I’m glad I could help with at least one thing.” She responded, “You wanna talk about the paintings?” She asked and he nodded.

“My grandfather and I were close. He was into art and that’s how I started to draw and paint.” He explained, “It was something we did together when I was growing up and when I told my mum that I was not going to continue in college to pursue tattooing he was… surprisingly supportive.” He smiled as he looked to her and she smiled.

“That’s sweet!” She hummed and he nodded, his dimple carved into his cheek and it made her swoon with endearment.

“Yeah, I was surprised but he believed in me, you know? Shortly before I started my apprenticeship with Eddie he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.” He explained and she frowned, “It was hard for my nan to look after him on her own and my mum could only help so much with work and all. Like we helped how we could but it was really hard when he’d have bad days, so eventually she got him into an assisted living home but that just really accelerated his deterioration. I would visit every week and we would paint together. He didn’t remember me as his grandson, just as the kid who would come paint with him. Those were the paintings they lost.” He said and Y/N frowned.

“I’m so sorry, Harry. I’m sure they’ll turn up.” She said hopefully and he sighed.

“I hope they do. They mean a lot to me.”

“Yeah, I can see why. Did he ever get to see you tattoo?” She asked and he smiled and nodded.

“Yeah. He had these few weeks where he was just super lucid, like right before the final crash,” he explained and she nodded for him to go on, “and he wanted a tattoo from me. That was the first official tattoo I gave. He paid me and everything.” He chuckled and looked at the ground as he shared the story with her. It brought tears to her eyes because this one hit close to home because the reason she wanted to tattoo was her aunt, Julie, a cancer survivor and so close to being in remission right now. There was a point in time where they weren’t sure if she would make it, but she had always said that she wanted Y/N to tattoo her before she died and Y/N intended on making good on her promise.

“Awww, Harry, that’s so cute.” She sniffled and he looked over at her when he heard her sniffle.

“Oh, don’t cry!” He pouted and she giggled and swiped at her eye to wipe her tears, “You’ve ruined your eyeliner.” He tutted, looking between her eyes with a small smile and she huffed, “Here, I got it, love.” He said softly as he leaned closer to her face and just swiped the wings away with a little rubbing of his thumbs. She felt her heart pounding hard in her chest as his eyes focused intently on her face to ensure that nothing else was out of place. She did everything to withstand the temptation of looking at his lips, “There. Sorry for making you cry and ruin your pretty makeup.” He hummed before pulling his hands away.

“It’s fine.” She giggled with a shake of her head and he smiled, “What did you tattoo on your grandpa?” She asked.

“A portrait of my grandmother from their wedding day.” He said and Y/N smiled.

“That’s so sweet.”

“Yeah, he was a romantic. He was so in love with her and always went above and beyond for her.” He recalled, “I don’t know, I just really looked up to him and he meant a lot to me, you know?” He asked and she nodded.

“You’ll see, they’ll turn up, Harry.” She spoke with certainty and he chuckled as he looked to the ground as he shook his head, “What?” She giggled.

“You always speak in absolutes. Like you’re just so sure of everything.” He pointed out.

“It’s manifestation 101!” She grinned and he chuckled.

“Hmmm, do you find that things usually go your way?” He asked and she shrugged.

“I’d say so? At least most of the time I feel like I get my way.” She pondered on it for another moment, “I’ll continue manifesting that they find your paintings.”

“Please and thank you.” He said lowly and a moment of silence passed between them, “And thank you for listening to me. I know that none of this stuff really concerns you but I feel better when I talk to you. So thanks for just being here, I guess.”

“Anytime, Harry. What else are friends for?” She asked with a smile and he smiled back. Just then her phone rang and she saw it was her aunt, “It’s my aunt!” She said and answered right away. She informed Y/N that Andrew was on his way to the shop to get Harry’s motorcycle and to just keep an eye on her phone because he’d call her when he arrived. She agreed and with that they made the short walk back to the shop. It was only 30 minutes later that Y/N was rushing over to Harry that Andrew was out back and they went over to meet him.

Harry handed over the the motorcycle keys and Andrew mounted it not he tow truck and got Harry’s number and let him know that he wasn’t too sure if they had the exact tires for his bike, but he would check and let him know. He said he’d also ask any neighboring shops if they had any in their inventory if he didn’t have it, if not he’d have to order one. Harry nodded and in a moment that Y/N went off to grab Andrew a water from inside he nervously brought up to him his concern about the cost.

“So ummm, do you know about how much this’ll be? Things have been a bit slow for me as I’m new in town and I’m just a little strapped for cash.” He confessed in slight embarrassment, “Or we could do like a payment plan if you’re open to that, or-”

“Don’t worry about it, kid. It’s just a freaking tire.” Andrew said with a steadfast smile.

“A-are you sure?” Harry asked Andrew nodded.

“Yeah, man. We’re good.” Andrew confirmed with a nod and Harry thanked him profusely until he took off.

He and Y/N did a few tattoos after that and it was around 6:30pm when Andrew called Harry and let him know that he didn’t have any tires that fit his bike in his shop, but that a buddy of his could get his delivery guy to send one over the next day and that he could have the bike ready for pickup by closing time the following day and Harry assured him that was fine and that if he ever wanted to get tattooed he was more than welcome to ask for him, that was the only thing he could really offer him and Andrew said very happily that he might actually take him up on that offer at some point and with that they were squared away. It was closing time and they were all tearing down for the day and before she got to cleaning Y/N came up to Harry.

“Hey, what did Andrew tell you?”

“It’ll be ready tomorrow by closing, he couldn’t get a tire today.” He explained.

“Oh OK, that’s good. Do you need a ride home? Save you a couple bucks on an uber or something.” She offered.

“Ummm, if it’s not a bother that’d be great.” He said and she nodded.

“You got it. Let me just finish cleaning up real quick.” She said and he started helping her sweep as she disinfected the chairs and stations.

Slowly everyone else started filtering out, calling out their goodbyes. She and Harry only stayed over about 15 minutes after everyone else and they soon were heading out to her car. He settled in and once again, that scent of hers just overwhelmed him completely, it took him over in the best way. It was sweet and fruity and completely intoxicating. As soon as the car switched on her radio started blasting Bon Iver and she rushed to turn it down and he chuckled.

“Jeez, sorry.” She giggled, “I have car concerts so that I don’t get road rage.” She explained.

“It’s cool.” He assured, “That’s me, too.” He chuckled, “I like Bon Iver too, they’re good.” He smiled.

“Sick.” She responded as she waited for her engine to warm up a bit. He was subtly looking around the space and then spoke up.

“You know, this is the cleanest girl’s car I have ever been in.” He pointed out as he looked around.

“Oh really?” She smiled with pride.

“Yeah. Usually they’ve got a mess in the boot and like a whole wardrobe in the back seat and like there’s always like fifty half drunken water bottles for some reason but you can hear a giant Hydroflask clanking around somewhere, though?” He questioned and she laughed loudly, her eyes watering with happy tears. She definitely had friends with that issue, he laughed along with her, he loved her laugh, it was probably one of his favorite sounds. “I mean that can’t be good for the environment, can it?” He posed the question through a giggle and she nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, I don’t know the logic behind that but I do know some people with that issue.” She disclosed as her laughter dwindled into a breathy chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s my sister Or at least it was before she had kids.” He said and she grinned before she bit down her lip and looked over to him.

“Are you guys close?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, pretty close.” He confirmed and then sighed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you or-”

“Oh no, it’s OK. I just forget that I’m so far away from them sometimes.” He explained and then smiled up at her, “W-would you like to stay over for dinner? I can order something in? Obviously on me, as like a thank you for all your help today.” He offered and she smiled at him.

“Ummm, yeah. That’d be nice. I’d really like that.” She accepted and he looked out the window and exhaled, as if he had been nervous to ask her, and it made her smile, “Let me just text my aunt real quick and then you can tell me where to go.” She said and he nodded.

After a few moments they were taking off and he was directing her towards his apartment. It was about a twenty minute drive to his place and about ten minutes of driving around the block and joking that the food would arrive before she found a parking spot on his street. Finally, someone left and she quickly fit her car into the spot and cheered excitedly at finally finding somewhere to park. It was around the corner to his building so he took advantage of the walk to call and order their dinner and soon they were going up to his floor in the elevator.

His building wasn’t all that new looking, but it was still nice and it looked like it had been remodeled inside. Harry also explained that his apartment had been upgraded, so he had some of the newer features and an in-unit washer and dryer which he was extremely grateful for. He pulled out his keys and let them inside before he flicked on the lights at the entrance. She immediately looked around and saw that he still had some boxes up against a wall and packages. He had been here for months already and the place still didn’t really look lived in, it looked like he had arrived a week before and it made her a bit sad for him. It did smell really good and relaxing though and it was very clean, which she was not shocked at, but it was still nice to see that since most guys living on their own tended to be a little messy and gross in her experience. He slipped out of his shoes so she did the same and followed him further in.

“Do you want water or wine?” He asked as he switched on the kitchen lights.

“What are you having?”

“Just water for now.”

“OK, same.” She agreed and he went ahead and served her a glass. She saw that he had no dining table in the spot that was presumably the “dining area". He had a couch though, it was big and velvety, so it looked comfortable. He also had a TV and coffee table before the couch and a rug underneath the coffee table and bordering the couch legs.

“I know this place is a state.” He said lowly as he came up beside her and she smiled up at him.

“I mean, you’ve only been here like four months.” She teased and he grinned and shook his head.

“Hey, in all fairness I do own more furniture, just building it is a bitch.” He excused, “Like my dining table is in there.” He said pointing to one of the larger boxes against the wall. “I built two chairs and just gave up on the other two.” He explained, “It’s hard doing it alone.” He explained and she bit her lip and looked up at him.

“I can help you if you want?” She offered, “I’m quite good with the Ikea furniture.” She smiled.

“Nah, I can figure it out. You’re my guest tonight, not my builder.” He said.

“You sure? I’m certain we can have it done by the time the food comes.” She said and he looked at her skeptically.

“I don’t know, but lets try.” He said and she smiled and he soon brought over a blade to open the boxes and his tool box. She didn’t know she needed to see him carrying a toolbox until he was coming over with it from down the hall that presumably led to his bedroom. They opened up the box and she glanced at the instructions as he set out the parts in the right places.

“Cool! Now that we’re organized, the rest is common sense.” She assured and he chuckled as they started working. There were definitely mistakes and plenty of laughter as they figured this out, but when his intercom buzzed indicating that the food had arrived they were just about to screw in the last leg of the table, “See!” She exclaimed with an uppish grin and he chuckled, “Just hold it for a second so I can screw it in while you grab the food.” He nodded and after a few moments he was dashing out of his apartment to find the delivery person and she was fastening in the final screws for the table.

When Harry came back the table was right side up and she was smiling to herself as she wiped it down with a rag she had found in the kitchen. It made his heart flutter in his chest and he just wanted to set the food down, go up to her and take her pretty face in his hands and give her a big smooch on the lips, but he refrained from it and just set the food down on the kitchen counter before heading into the cabinet.

“Now I have an excuse to use my plates and cutlery.” He said and she looked to him in some astonishment.

“Ummm, what’ve you been eating out of?” She asked in bewilderment.

“Just disposable plates or like the takeout containers if I’ve order in.” He responded nonchalantly, as if it were the most obvious thing.

Y/N wasn’t sure what about this made her heart hurt a bit more, but she felt so sad for him. She was a firm believer in the need to do nice things for yourself, especially when you’re feeling down. Break out of the routine and not opt for convenience every time, show yourself you’re worth the effort through the little things. And in his case, well she wasn’t an expert but she could see that Harry was a bit depressed. The evidence was all around her. He hadn’t bothered to make this place feel like home yet and it really showed in the way he was living. He was surely having a hard time adjusting to the move, he hadn’t settled in and it was super obvious to her that it wasn’t just because he “didn’t have help” as he’d said before. It was apparent to her that he actually wasn’t bothered to get help with any of this.

“Harry, can I ask you something?” She said as she came over to the kitchen where he was quite literally opening up the brand new box his dinnerware was packaged in.

“Ummm, sure.” He said looking at her with a quizzical smile.

“You can tell me to go fuck myself if I’m overstepping, but ummm, are you…regretful of moving out here?” She asked and he frowned a little at her question, “Like it’s just that you’ve been here for four months and it looks like you’ve just arrived a week ago…” she explained and he did feel a bit offended and was about to tell her to just leave it but then she continued, “and it just… makes me sad that maybe you feel like you can’t make this place your home. Like, I don’t know, like I’ve seen who you are as a person and then I see your space and it doesn’t align.” She said with a confused pout, “It’s like…void of all of the warmth and loveliness that you exude as a person. It’s like there’s no joy here, I guess, and it looks like you just haven’t adjusted well is what I’m trying to say.” She finished as she twisted her fingers nervously together and he sighed, “Sorry, if I umm-”

“No, you’re completely right.” He interrupted her with a frown etching into his expression, “I haven’t adjusted well. And I just don’t have the motivation to just…do it. Do all this. It feel overwhelming.” He shared and she nodded as she listened, “I’m not going to lie to you, it’s been…” he sighed, “It’s been really hard to make this feel like home and I don’t know if it will ever really feel like it.” He said morosely and she pouted. In all reality that’s why he liked being out of his apartment as much as possible; he went to pilates at 6:30 almost every morning and didn’t come back until after the shop closed, he didn’t like being here. It didn’t feel like a home, not in the slightest. There was no warmth, no comfort, no safety.

“Harry, I don’t like that.” Y/N said worriedly, “Is there something that would help? I mean, I just don’t like the idea of you feeling like you don’t have a place to call home. Where you can feel comfortable and safe and relaxed.” She said, “Happy even.” She added, her voice soft and sincere. He would eat her up with kisses if he could, she was too sweet.

“I don’t know, I just think I need to like set everything up, start making it my space, you know? Make memories here and all that. Like actually live here, not just come sleep here.” He said and she nodded.

“Yeah, that’s a great start. How about this? I help you out with setting everything else up and you can do a little housewarming dinner for your friends. Well those of us from the shop and maybe any neighbors or people you know out here?” She suggested.

“Yeah, s’just you guys…” he said with a timid smile.

“Well we’re excellent company. Think about it, you can use your dinnerware-” he laughed at that, “and you can get little gifts or gift cards from everyone so that you can buy more stuff to make this place more homey and we can play games!” She said with a smile and he bit his lip and nodded.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.” He said softly and she smiled.

“Yeah?” She asked again and he just looked into her eyes.

“Yeah.” He confirmed, and I really, really like you too, is what he wanted to tag in at the end.

“OK! Again, I can help you with getting everything finished up and even organize it if you want!” She said with a big smile and God was she making it so hard for him not to kiss her.

“Yeah, you’re the pro here.” He chuckled.

“OK. I’m gonna shut up now and we can eat.” She said.

Harry smiled and continued opening the box of plates as she opened up the take out containers their Italian food had come in. Everything smelled delicious and he was quick to rinse and dry the plates before handing them over to her to serve the food on them. He opened up the cutlery and rinsed those as well before handing her forks for them to use.They went over to the table to have dinner and used some of the complex’s newsletters as placemats to not stain the table. He brought out the wine and they ate and talked comfortably. He was really glad he had asked her over, it already felt a little more like his home. He washed the plates as she dried them off after they ate and they finished building the last two chairs of his dining table set as a TV show played in the background. It was near midnight when they finished doing that and they had consumed half the bottle of wine too. She was slumped against the wall and let out a big yawn, which he imitated.

“Can I use your bathroom?” She asked and he nodded.

“It’s in the bedroom, which is straight down the hall.” He said pointing to it and she nodded and stood with a groan and she stretched really quick before she started padding over, “And don’t psychoanalyze my bedroom, I’m well aware that it’s really depressing!” He called out after her and she laughed loudly as she headed into the dark room.

“Where’s the light?” She called out and he chuckled as he stood up and went down the hall and into his bedroom, “Behind you.” He said as he came into the dark space, but he was familiar enough with it that he went over to the bedside and switched on the lamp he had up there.

“Thank you.” She said and he nodded.

“And the light in the ceiling lamp just went out yesterday, I have to go buy a new one. I promise I’m not wallowing in darkness.” He said and she grinned.

“Oh shut up…” she mumbled and he sniggered as he let her head into the bathroom as he walked out of the bedroom and started stacking up the boxes that they had opened up. She came back out a few moments later, “Want me to help you take these to the dumpster?” She asked.

“Nah, I got it. There’s a chute down the hall.” He assured and she nodded.

“Harry, I’m sorry if I made you feel bad with anything that I said before. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, I just…well, I…care about you and want you to feel good about your decision to come all this way and t-” she froze as he grabbed her face in his hands, they were just centimeters apart. Y/N felt her heart pounding in her chest, making breathing oxygen a chore and for her stomach to flip with a whirlwind of butterflies. She looked up into his eyes, glancing between them quietly.

“I know, love. Thank you for caring about me.” He spoke so quietly, as if there were others listening in but message was exclusively for her, “Especially after everything I’ve put you through-”

“Harry-”

“I know. I know that you’re over it. I just can’t get over how you do that.”

“Do what?”

“Just…” he sighed, “Make everything better.” He said softly and she bit her lip and he mirrored her actions. He wanted to kiss her and bite on her lip and just make her feel good, as good as she made him feel, but in the best ways he knew how. She watched his eyes trail down to her lips and she decided to let her hands hug around his waist, making sure that she didn’t push him closer in case she was reading this tension all wrong, but she also wanted him to know that she was OK with this. He pressed his forehead against hers. He was mentally counting down from 5 before he just did it and kissed her, but suddenly her phone started blaring loudly and they both jumped slightly in response to the loud sound and he let her go so that she could grab it from the floor, the screen said Aunt Julie, so it was important that she answer it.

“Hello?” She answered, “Yeah, still here. Oh OK, I’ll head over right away.” She said softly, “Love you, bye.” She said before hanging up.

“Is everything OK?” He asked her in concern.

“Yeah, she just got really sick to her stomach and it really takes it out of her after all her chemo.” She explained and he frowned, “We can talk about it another time.” She sighed and he nodded.

“OK. Well, let me know if you need anything?” She nodded in acceptance.

“You too. Ummm, do you want me to pick you up tomorrow? So that you can just take your bike home after?”

“If it’s not too much of a hassle.” He said and she smiled.

“It’s not, don’t worry. I’ll text you, OK?”

“Yeah and ummm, thank you for helping me with all of this.” He said a little bashfully and she smiled a bit wider now.

“Anytime, Harry.”

“OK.” He chuckled and with that he let her out and she assured him that she could get down to her car just fine but he insisted on walking her all the way there. He could tell that she felt a little bit worried, but he didn’t press her for details as she agreed they could talk about this another time and so he just hugged her goodbye and waited until she was down the street before he headed back to his building.

***********

Y/N had a long night, but thankfully her aunt was feeling better in the morning and she was able to pick Harry up as planned. He didn’t press her to talk about what happened after she left his place, which she was grateful for. He did talk about the proposed housewarming dinner though, which was a good distraction, he wondered if maybe doing it as a “friends-giving” type of thing would be convenient and she was really excited over the prospect of that.

Y/N had a busy day ahead of her, she would be tattooing two people in the morning and then another in the afternoon from her new designs. Harry had Ria and their sister coming back at around 11:30, so he wouldn’t be able to sit through her tattoos, but Auree was more than willing to make herself available to pop in and see how Y/N was trucking along. Everyone was really excited for her and kept giving her a dew encouragements as the time for her first client approached.

“Which ones are you gonna do today?” Harry asked as he came over to where she was creating the stencil for her first design of the day.

“Gonna do these poppies as a filler on some guy’s sleeve.” She said and he hummed, “Then the second is the leopard with the heart spots.”

“OK nice.”

“And the final one is the little finger gun one with the heart-shaped smoke at the end.” She said with a smile.

“That one’s cool.” He smiled and she grinned as she continued working.

“Yeah, really liked that one too.” She said.

“I like that tiger you did too.”

“Same! But no one has inquired about it.” She said looking to him almost in disbelief, “I thought that it would appeal more to the men, but maybe I was wrong.” She shrugged.

“They don’t know what’s good for them.” He said and she smiled. Harry really liked her design and he decided that he would claim it for himself. He moseyed his way to the front office where Rosa was checking the rest of the bookings for the day.

“Hey Harry, what’s up?” She asked without looking away from the screen.

“I wanted to get an appointment for a tattoo.” He said and she glanced up at him with a playful smile.

“Well sir, we are pretty booked up until the late afternoon.” She said jokingly with raised eyebrows and he chuckled.

“I’m serious.” He said and her amused smile dropped, “That tiger Y/N did is fucking sick and no one has claimed it so I’ll claim it before someone else does.” He said and she smiled again.

“Awww, supporting your mentee.” She cooed and he chuckled and nodded.

“Exactly.” He confirmed, “So what slots are available?”

“Well sir,” she said playing along again, “we have 5pm or 7pm available for Y/N. Tomorrow we have 11am, 2pm, or 5pm.” She said and he hummed pensively.

“Hmmm, I think I’ll take the 7pm today.” He said and she grinned and nodded.

“Perfect, I’ll put you on the schedule.” She giggled and he grinned.

“Great. Thanks, Rosa.” He thanked her and walked back to the studio. He finished setting up for his appointment with Ria and then got to working on the stencil.

Harry was excited for his appointment with Y/N though. All day, he thought about the placement he wanted for this tattoo, he roughly knew the size of it, but the more he thought about it the more he decided that he wanted to speak to her about it first and see what she had envisioned for it when she drew it. Around 2:30 in the afternoon Andrew called him that his motorcycle was ready and Y/N drove him over, it wasn’t too far from the shop and after he came back from that, the day escaped him. Now he was cleaning up his station after a walk-in, it was about his tattoo time. Rosa came to the back and smirked at Harry before she went up to Y/N to inform her she had one last tattoo for the day.

“Oh cool, is it a walk-in?” She asked.

“No, it’s an appointment for one of the new designs.” Rosa informed.

“Sick, which one?”

“The tiger.” She smiled.

“Oh my god, no way! I was so excited for that one!” She said to Rosa .

“Yeah, the client too.” She grinned.

“Oh OK, are they here already?” She asked with an eager smile and Harry smiled to himself as he disposed of the paper towels he had been using to clean his needles with in the garbage can.

“Yeah, he’s here.” Rosa said again with a grin as she saw Harry coming over quietly.

“What is this little grin about?” Y/N asked with a nervous giggle and just then Harry came up and rested his arm on her shoulder, “Harry, someone made an appointment for the tiger!” She said glancing up at him excitedly.

“Oh yeah?” He asked with a smirk and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Why are you both acting weird?” She asked them.

“Y/N, meet your client, Harry.” Rosa giggled and Y/N’s jaw dropped open.

“Stop playing.” She scoffed as she shoved him away playfully.

“I’m not!” He insisted with a chuckle.

“Harry. Stop.”

“I told you I really liked the design.” He said sincerely.

“What’s going on here?” Vy asked as she came up.

“Harry wants Y/N to tattoo him.” Rosa grinned and Vy smirked at Harry.

“Oh really?” Vy said and Harry rolled his lips together for a moment and Vy raised her eyebrows at him.

“Harry, no way! What if I fuck it up?” She sighed and he shook his head.

“You won’t.” He assured, “I mean, I’ve trained you, haven’t I?” He asked with a mildly cocky grin and she giggled, “And if you do happen to mess up, any one of us can figure something out.” He said and she sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Can we have a moment?” Y/N asked Rosa and Vy.

“G needs to hear about this.” Rosa said walking off and Vy giggled as she trailed after Rosa and Y/N looked up at Harry’s eyes.

“Harry, seriously?” She asked with a small and disbelieving frown and he nodded, “God, now I’m nervous.” She huffed with anxiety and he chuckled lowly.

“Why though? It’s just me.” He said simply. He wanted to reach out and caress her cheek with his thumb, it was tempting.

“Exactly! You’re you!” She giggled.

“And you’re you. And you’re fucking good and I want your art on my body.” He said pointedly and she felt her heart pounding erratically in her chest. Just the way he said it made butterflies swarm through her stomach and it made her want to just kiss his pretty pink lips. Suddenly Auree and G were returning with Vy and Rosa to catch up on this little spark of excitement to the day.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

“Of course!” He smiled confidently.

“Jesus, OK.” She exhaled with a timid smile and everyone cheered as she agreed to tattoo Harry, “Let me just go to the bathroom real quick and we can get started.” He nodded and she rushed off. She was nervous out of her mind and as soon as she exited the bathroom G was waiting for her with a grin.

“He so likes you!” He smirked and she rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god, no.”

“He does. And well, if you think of it, this is a little cathartic after everything he put you through you can give him a little pain as payback. It’s cute, really.” He said and she shoved him off playfully.

“You’re so annoying.” She mumbled under her breath as she came back to her station where everyone was standing around chatting with Harry, “Now, I don’t want anyone hovering because I’m nervous enough as it is!” She announced with a nervous laugh and they all grumbled against it, “Please, guys! It’s too much pressure.” She whined in an exaggerated manner and they chuckled, but agreed to just give her space to do her thing. Harry was happy about that though because he just wanted it to be them. If his apartment was properly set up he would have asked her to do it at his place, but alas it wasn’t ready yet so this would have to do for now. Everyone went about their business, stealing glances of them, but not intruding as she had requested. “Do you know where you want it?” She asked him quietly as she spared him a glance.

“Where did you intend for it to go when you designed it?” He asked and she sighed.

“Harry…” she whined and he chuckled.

“What? I want to consider your artistic vision for it. If I hate that I’ll tell you where I was thinking of putting it.” He bargained.

“Fine.” She said, “Come see the size again.” She said and he followed her to the drawing tables and she showed him the tracing she had done of it. It was the biggest one she had done for her new designs. It went a little over a medium size but Auree was cool with it when she had reviewed them, “Is that size good?”

“Yeah. Now where did you envision it when you designed it?” He asked.

“I was really thinking that it would look really cute on an ass cheek.” She said in the most serious tone she could and they both looked at each other before they burst out laughing and he shook his head as she knocked her head back like she usually did when she laughed and clutched at her stomach as she caught her breath, “Ah, I’m funny.” She exhaled and he giggled.

“Yeah, fucking comical. Now seriously tell me.”

“I was thinking upper thigh.” She said and glanced up at him, “What do you think about that?” She asked him.

“Ummm, I was thinking upper thigh too actually.” He said more quietly.

“Sick, we’re in cahoots.” She smiled, “OK, so let me make the stencil, did you want me to shave your thigh for you - like full client experience? Or can you do it yourself?” She asked and he chuckled.

“I can do it. You just finish that up.” He said and she nodded. It took her about 20 minutes to get the stencil ready and she let him look it over once more before got his pants down and got comfy on the chair, she glanced up at him and he gave her a reassuring nod before she laid the stencil down and pressed it against his thigh. It was thick and muscular and she had a primal urge to just get down there and sink her teeth into it and leave a hickey on it; mark it as hers. In a way, she kind of was marking it at hers. Her art was gonna live on it for the rest of his life. She glanced up at him once again and swallowed thickly.

“Are you sure about this? It’s pretty permanent.” She said lowly.

“I’m absolutely sure.” He smiled with certainty and she smiled at him again before getting the machine and getting comfortable on the stool.

His pants were rolled down to his ankles and he felt a tiny bit exposed but he didn’t care, the prettiest girl in the world was about to ink her mark into his skin and he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world right now. His spine tingled in excitement as she switched on the machine, he loved getting tattooed and he couldn’t wait for it to be her doing it to him. He watched her for just a moment and then she bit her lip nervously before glancing up into his eyes, his tummy fluttered in excitement and a heat started building inside of him at that innocent little gleam in her eyes.

“Ready?” She asked softly and he nodded almost robotically, “OK.” She whispered before licking over her lips and then focusing on the tiger stenciled into his skin and then she got to work.

She was quiet the first few minutes, really concentrating on getting the outline of it done and then she got to talking with him about his favorite tattoos and they had been at it for about half an hour before she finally asked him why he wanted the tattoo and he was honest, he just really liked it and she smiled at that.

“But I want you to promise me something.” He said and she hummed, urging him to go on, “You’re gonna shelf this design. I want it to be a one of a kind.” He said and she smiled as she continued working.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Come on, years down the line when you’re a seasoned artist and they feature you on some TV show or Inked magazine this’ll be like a seminal piece that you did and you just never replicated it again because it was a special piece.” He said and she hummed.

“And what makes it so special?” She asked with a grin and he smiled.

“You’re doing it on me.” He offered an explanation and she grinned wider, “Not because I’m all that special,” he added in, “but because you’re so special that I wanted one of your first tattoos.” He explained and she smiled more tenderly at that, “But also because I don’t want people to copy it, I want something that’s uniquely yours, you know?” He asked and she fought her smile of giddiness as best as she could, but he noticed it and he was happy that he had made her feel giddy over that.

They took a little break around the hour mark because her hand was getting a little sore, after all it was her first bigger piece and she worked more slowly than the rest of them. During that time everyone else came to check out the progress and with great reason praised her about it. The shop was dead, no one had come in during the time she started and now, so Auree just said they could close up early, there had been plenty of appointments and a good number of walk-ins to make up for an early closure. This made Harry even more excited because it really would just be them. G and Rosa lingered a little bit after they started up again and then left after about half an hour of chatting and looking on from afar.

“So what got you into tattooing?” Harry asked and she smiled.

“My aunt Julie, she’s got like full sleeves.” She explained, “As a kid I just found it so cool.” Y/N explained, “I got into drawing and painting and she told me that she would want to get one of my drawings or paintings tattooed on her. She was always kind of the black sheep of the family, but we were always close.” She said and he hummed, “Wait. You’re not in pain?” She asked out of nowhere since she had started on the final finer details.

“I mean yeah, but I don’t mind it. I enjoy getting tattooed.” He said and she smiled and continued.

“OK, well we were always close and I was around 16 when she got diagnosed with breast cancer. It wasn’t good and she’s been fighting for a while. There was a point where we were prepared to say goodbye, I was 18 then. And her final wish was to have me design a final tattoo for her and I worked on it and ummm, out of nowhere her treatments started working and she got better and ummm I moved in with her for college and took care of her until she was all good to go, or at least as good as it gets. And maybe it was silly, but I made a promise to her that I would tattoo the piece I designed for her on her myself. That’s why when you told me about your grandpa I got a little emotional. She’s kind of been that supporter for me on this journey. Obviously, I finished college, but I was growing my portfolio that whole time and started my Etsy shop. And after graduation I started to search for the apprenticeship and ummm, two years later here I am and she’s been in remissions for almost a year now.” She said with a smile.

“That’s really fucking cool, Y/N. I think she should be your first official tattoo, fuck Ian.” He said and she pulled away to laugh and he chuckled as well.

“Yeah, I want her to be.” She said and he smiled.

She kept working and it was nearing 9pm when he suggested ordering some food and taking another break to eat. She agreed and took advantage to notify Julie that she’d be late again before she was able to finish up. She maybe had about another half hour of work to finish. She was trying to work faster but Harry didn’t seem to mind, he encouraged her to go at a pace that made her feel comfortable. She ate quickly before resuming and Harry assured her she could pick it up as he finished up his own food. He was taking it like a champ, she could see how irritated and swollen the skin was where she was working, but he was doing well. Well, considering the amount of tattoos he had, she expected him to have some endurance.

“What was your most painful tattoo?” She asked.

“I think the laurels on my lower stomach.The butterfly on my stomach is a very close second. That one hurt just a wee bit less.” He said and she chanced a glance up at him. “What?!” She gasped in shock and he grinned and lifted his t-shirt and she saw half of the laurels sticking out from under his underwear and well, apart from his extremely toned abdomen, she saw the large butterfly inked into them. “Jesus, Harry.” She giggled breathily and he grinned, “Did you cry?” She asked.

“A little bit yeah.” He confessed and she smiled, “Why are you smiling?” He asked and she pulled away again to laugh.

“I’m not laughing because you cried during your tattoos, I’m just laughing because you’re bonkers, my guy!” She exclaimed through a laugh and he chuckled, “How do your parents feel about your tattoos?”

“They don’t really care anymore. Like when I got my third one in the span of a month and then the butterfly shortly after they just checked if I was alright. Like psychologically because well, I was moving quite fast.” He chuckled and she smiled, “Obviously to them some of them are a bit questionable, but as long as I’m not fucking up my life they’re fine with my choices. How do your parents feel about yours?” He asked and looked down at the tattoo to see it basically complete and then he closed his eyes and winced.

“Starting to feel it, are you?” She asked and he nodded and grimaced and let out a low groan through a pained laugh.

“Yes!” He chuckled and she smiled, “I shouldn’t have looked!” He said and she giggled.

“We’re almost done. I swear.” She assured and he nodded, “But ummm, to answer your question, my parents are not too happy that I have a tattoo, specially with the size of it. I’ll show you sometime. But ummm…we can talk about it another time. Don’t want to dampen the good vibes.” She said and he nodded in understanding and it fell quiet for a few moments. Only the deep buzz of the tattoo gun and the soft music playing from her phone filled the space.

“God, it always hurts when you know it’s almost done.” He said through gritted his teeth and she giggled.

“That’s a fact. I’m just doing the whiskers, OK?”

“Yeah, OK.” He squeezed his eyes shut and after a few moments she was pulling away.

“All done.” She said and he peeked his eyes open to look down at it and immediately flashed his biggest and prettiest smile.

“Fuck, that’s really good.” He exhaled happily.

“Yeah?” She asked with a bashful smile and he nodded.

“Yeah.” He hummed. A bit of blood was dotting to the surface so she grabbed the little water and antibacterial soap mix and spurted it on his thigh and glanced up at him before wiping over it with the paper towel.

“Ready for it?” She asked and he scrunched up his face and nodded.

“Just do it.” He said and held his breath as she gently wiped at the fresh tattoo, but the texture of the paper towel was rough and still made him tense up, but he didn’t let out a peep.

“Wanna take a look in the big mirror?” She asked and he nodded.

“Can’t waddle over with my jeans like that.” He chuckled and she giggled and grabbed one of his legs to untie his shoe and then the next one. Once they were out of the way she pulled his jeans off the rest of the way and draped them over the seat as he hopped down and headed over to the big mirror to inspect the work. He looked really happy with it and was getting all up in there as she took apart the machine and removed the plastic and continued with wiping down each part.

“Are you happy with it?” She asked him as she continued wiping down the machine parts.

“Fuck yeah! Yes, I fucking love it!” He called back enthusiastically and she spared a glance back at him in just his t-shirt and undies. She tried to not linger too long on the strong structure of the backs of his thighs or his adorable and perky butt, but it was sure tempting to stop and stare. She continued wiping down and disinfecting the machine as he snapped a few pictures of his brand new tattoo and kept admiring it, calling back compliments to her on her work. She felt proud of what she had done, also this was the longest tattoo she had ever done and she was pleased that she had made it through it with minimal breaks. She heard Harry coming back over as she removed her gloves and tossed the paper towels she had used.

“You really like it?” She asked as she turned around, leaning on the edge of the counter of the station, he was just a few feet before her.

“I love it. I really do!” He insisted, “Thank you.” He smiled at her and she smiled again.

“I’m just happy that you’re happy with it.” She said and he came closer to her.

“I really am, I promise you.” He assured as he put his hands on her shoulders and she bit her lip to suppress the gigantic smile threatening to split across her lips. And he smiled and brought his thumb up against her bottom lip, “Don’t hide that pretty smile from me.” He said softly, a small smile of his own played on his lips, “Should be really proud of yourself.” He reassured her and she glanced down out of nervousness and bashfulness.

Harry removed the other hand on her shoulder and placed it right under her jaw and angled her up to look at him. The timid smile melted away from her face as their eyes met. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the counter further in anxiety of what his next move might be. She watched his pupils grow larger as he watched her lips while licking over his own. She was struggling to breathe at this point, she felt light headed and tingly and completely out of control as he leaned in closer until the tips of their noses skimmed together and she let out an involuntary whimper which caused him to grin as their breaths intermingled in the minuscule space between them. She wanted to beg but she couldn’t even speak from how on edge she was. His eyes flickered up to her own for a moment before they fluttered shut and she followed suit as they inched closer together and everything felt absolutely right with the world as their lips met in a tentative and hasty kiss. They pulled back and looked at each other before giving in again and joining in a fiery and much- anticipated kiss.

Harry’s hands grabbed her face tenderly and her hands bunched up into his t-shirt as they moved in sync, the only sound between them was that of their ragged breaths, their lips smacking together in wet little sounds, and soft moans of pleasure at finally relieving the tension that had been building between them. His lips were warm and smooth and eager against her own. Y/N felt like she was floating on a cloud of him, him, him at the feeling of his lips and tongue against her own lips and tongue. He smelled so good and he was so warm, it was coming off him in waves. The entire experience was consuming her. He was a good kisser and all she could do was let him keep going for as long as he wanted. She felt like she was no longer grounded to reality.

Eventually, his hands left her face but only to tighten up at her hips and help her onto the counter as she draped her arms around his shoulders and squeezed his narrow hips between her thighs to pull him closer as their kiss grew deeper and more desperate. Both of their bodies were buzzing and their brains were fuzzy with overwhelm as the pleasure of their kisses sent a wave of warmth rolling through their bodies. Harry was quickly growing hard and he had nothing over him to tone down the feeling of his arousal, so before he lost control and went too far he pulled back from her lips with a soft smack and bated breaths and she pecked his lips once more and he smiled against them.

“Got the smoothest and sweetest lips, love.” He whispered and she felt her entire body shudder at his words and at the feeling of his thumb tracing along her swollen, bottom lip. Without any warning she rolled out her tongue and licked along the pad of his thumb and glanced up into his pretty, green eyes and proceeded to suck it between her lips, her eyes fluttered shut at the slightly salty taste of his skin on her tongue and she moaned softly, she wanted more. Harry groaned lowly as he watched this unfold and his jaw tensed a bit at the sensation of the warm, wet texture of her tongue against any part of his body. He wanted more too. So much more. But not here.

“Fuck, baby…please, need you t’stop that.” He swallowed thickly and her eyes blinked open as she gently popped off to see his eyes clouded heavy with lust and his lip bitten beneath his teeth. He wasn’t expecting her to listen right off the bat, it made him smile at her, “Such a good girl.” He whispered and she smiled and hugged around his broad shoulders to pull him closer so that her lips were up against his ear and his arms were still draped around her hips. She leaned a bit closer and her voice was as light as a tickle but it left him burning like a wild fire as her words processed and echoed in his brain.

“I’ll be your good girl.”

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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The Board

Pairing: Rita Calhoun x Reader

Prompt: 6. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to bend you over that table during the meeting."

Warnings: smut, top Rita, bottom reader, vaginal fingering

WC: 1589

The downside to becoming the leading divorce lawyer at your firm was that you had to sit through so every major meeting that one of the partners decided to hold. Rita wasn't too bad about calling meetings, but you had a major bone to pick with the other partner. He was notorious for being a huge asshole and had essentially bought his way into becoming partner with his parents' money. The man was practically incompetent. However, he still had the majority of the control. Most of his meetings, you sat there not paying attention until he called on you for an update on how things were doing on the divorce side of the firm.

You always had positive things to say. You had perfected the way to appeal to your clients, enough so that you personally had a waiting list. Everybody found you by reputation at this point. However, your appearance played a big part in how things went afterwards. A lot of the men, who tended to be kind of sleazy, liked all the short skirts and nearly-sheer blouses. The women required a bit more professionalism. You worked for a very high society group, usually the ones who were too young to fully grasp all of the things that should go into a prenup. Today, you had met with a 24 year old heir to some boat company and dealership out of Saratoga. He was definitely the kind who spent 90% of your meetings together just staring down the front of your shirt and nodding along to whatever you told him.

"Alright, that is enough for today," Rita said, effectively concluding the meeting. You sent her a grateful nod, glad that she put an end to her firm partner's rambling. You were about to get up and leave to go back to your own office, but Rita nodded for you to follow her instead. It wasn't uncommon for the two of you to get lunch together at work. People knew that you were friends from childhood, but there was a lot that they had no idea about. Technically, you weren't married yet, but you might as well have been. Each of you did have something that you wore for the other symbolically like that anyways. Rita had the white gold bracelet you had gotten her from Tiffany's, and you had the pinky ring with Rita's birthstone on it, worn as a promise to always be with her.

"I am free after this to get drinks if you are," you offered. Rita shook her head as she sat down on the edge of her desk in front of you. You frowned, assuming that she had to go to court after this. You hated later court days. It felt like Rita was constantly in court to you, but maybe it was because you rarely ever went to court. You handled divorces, but unless it was a special case, you wouldn't take custody cases. Those were much messier in your opinion. "Court?"

"Carisi wants to talk deals to avoid that, actually. I didn't call you in here to talk about my case, and you know that," Rita said as she pulled your chair a little closer to her. Your breath hitched as Rita leaned forward quickly, her face just a couple inches from yours. Rita studied you for any hesitation and smirked when she saw none. You parted your lips slightly because you could tell from the look in her eyes what kind of kiss this was going to be. Rita had been thinking about this moment and the ones that would follow it. You wondered how long she had been thinking about bringing you back to her office. You hadn't worn this into the office today, but you always kept a couple of outfit changes for throughout the day. Usually, you met with multiple clients and not all of them required the same image.

"I don't think you wanted me in here to talk at all. In fact, I'm a little surprised you didn't just turn the cameras in the meeting room off." You leaned back in your seat as you uncrossed your legs. Rita stepped off of the desk and leaned over your chair to trap you back to it. Even if she wasn't standing in your way, you never would have tried to get up. Rita could keep you here for as long as she wanted to. You had nothing else to do all day except for go home and wait for her. You knew that when you got home, you'd get an extended version of whatever happened in this office, but you were in no rush to get there. You wanted to experience everything you could with Rita.

Rita leaned forward to kiss you once again, just as feverishly as the first one had been. You could feel heat bubbling up in the pit of your stomach as Rita continued to kiss you. You could taste the expensive coffee on the tip of her tongue. Rita's hands fell to your hips, just barely bunching up the bottom of your skirt. Rita did know what was underneath your clothes for the day and had almost been late this morning because of it. Your stomach fluttered as you thought about the way she had tried touching you while you had been getting ready that morning. This time, she was successful in getting you where she wanted you, even if she couldn't properly enjoy it the way she really wanted to.

"You have no idea how badly I wanted to bend you over that table during the meeting. I can't focus on anything when you look this fucking good," Rita mumbled between the kisses she pressed along your neck. You let out a sharp gasp as Rita's teeth scraped against your skin briefly. You could feel the low chuckle coming from her against your skin as she continued to press on. She undid a couple more buttons to fully expose your chest. There was a darkness to the usual softness in her eyes when she looked at you. You swallowed as her fingers brushed against the front of your lace underwear.

You gripped the arm rests of Rita's chair tightly as she pressed a little harder. Rita could definitely feel the heat and wetness through the lace. Your underwear were most likely ruined, but you didn't mind. Rita would buy you countless other pairs because she loved the way you looked in lace. Her fingers pushed the lace over to the side and gently dipped between your folds, as if she needed to test how wet you were. You knew that she was just teasing you, making you wait a little so that you'd get desperate. Rita loved getting you desperate and making you wait for what you wanted. She liked playing games, something that you had gotten used to after nearly a decade of being with her.

"This can't all be from just now. Were you thinking about me when you put that outfit on in your office earlier? Did you think of me calling you in here for parading yourself around like that? What did you think I'd do to you Y/n?" Rita asked. Question after question went in one ear and out the other as she touched you. You began to really lose your focus, unable to mutter any answered beside a simple 'yes' or 'no'. Rita had you right where she wanted you, a bumbling mess with her fingers inside of you. One of her hands came up to cover your mouth, certain by now that the walls in her office were not soundproofed. The meeting rooms were, but the personal offices weren't. Rita knew the kind of clients that occasionally came asking for her help, so you didn't blame her for wanting that extra bit of security, even if it was annoying in the moment.

Rita kept her hand clamped over your mouth as you came, but some of the noise still escaped you. Rita removed the hand from between your legs before the one over your mouth. Your lipstick was beyond repairable, so you spent the next couple of moments making sure that it was completely wiped away. Rita watched you get ready to leave her office, fixing anything on your person that needed to be fixed. You may have been walk of shaming it out of the office, but not everybody needed to know that. Rita was tempted to let you use her executive elevator, but that always seemed to rub others the wrong way. And Rita did not feel like dealing with another series of passive aggressive emails from people who didn't know how to mind their own business.

"Don't stay out too long please. Oh, and give Sonny my love," you told her. Rita rolled her eyes as she nodded. Barba had been her buddy at the DA's office, and Sonny was yours. Rita didn't understand how or when the two of you had gotten so close, even if she was glad that both of you were good friends. Despite how much of a pain in her ass the entirety of SVU could be, she did think that they were good people, especially Sonny.

"I will. Behave yourself until I get home." Rita gave you a quick kiss on the cheek as she led you out of her office. You made a stop by your own office to grab your coat while Rita called cars for the two of you.

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myqueenmarceline · 1 year

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It’s Free Real Estate

Summary: The backstory for how Marceline got ahold of PB's sweater. (Missing scene with slight canon divergence, Marceline and PB are in a relationship.)

Warnings: none, this is just fluff

I wrote this as a gift for my little sister's bday. This is based on the white sweater with red, yellow, and blue stripes that both Marceline and PB wear later on in the series: https://images.app.goo.gl/UFeAAiBYjb3M8FJq7.

Thank you to @nebula-gaster for beta reading, I appreciate it!

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46226977

Or under the cut:

Marceline blinked slowly, the ceiling coming into focus above her. It was higher than her own ceiling, and she recognized the familiar arches right away. That was right, she had stayed over last night.

She and Bonnibel had finally started hanging out again. She still wasn’t sure if they were really dating or not, but they could take things slow. They both had plenty of time, and maybe the reason things hadn’t worked out the first time was because Marceline had rushed things.

Whatever they were, last night Bonnibel had invited her to watch a movie, and she had accepted. Then they had stayed up talking all night and late into the morning—late enough for Marceline to fall asleep, while Bonnibel went off to start her day. She was probably exhausted, but Marceline had seen her stay up for four days in a row before her brain finally crashed. She would be fine.

Marceline stretched, then finally rolled out of bed. Bonnibel’s blanket was soft and fluffy, and she kept one wrapped around her as she looked around. Her jacket was still lying on the chair where she had dropped it last night, but she had a better idea.

Marceline crept over to Bonnibel’s closet and opened it up. She knew that Bonnibel had some nice clothes, and she wouldn’t miss one sweater. Most of Bonnibel’s closet was pink or purple, but Marceline wasn’t after that.

At the bottom of a thick stack of sweaters, she finally found something she liked. A chunky knitted white sweater with thick red and yellow stripes across the chest, and some blue ones on the sleeves. She felt the material, and it was even softer on the inside than it was on the outside.

Marceline tossed the blanket back on the bed and put the sweater on. It was oversized and hung down her legs almost far enough to be a dress. She glanced down, adjusting the neck of the sweater so that it hung off of one shoulder. Even if she couldn’t see herself in the mirror, she could still tell that the sweater looked nice on her.

The door opened. Marceline turned invisible, hoping the sweater had changed with her. When Bonnibel stepped in, she sighed and reappeared again.

“Hey, what’re you doing back?” She asked, floating a bit closer to Bonnibel. “Is the kingdom finally able to run itself?”

Bonnibel didn’t look surprised to see her. “Unfortunately, no. Breakfast Princess and Wildberry Princess are here for afternoon tea. I need to change,” Bonnibel said, gesturing to her open lab coat and worn-out pink flannel. She glanced up at Marceline and squinted. “Is that mine?”

“Yeah. You mind if I borrow it?” Marceline asked, already going back down to the ground in case she needed to take it off. “It’s really soft.”

“Why?” Bonnibel saw that Marceline was confused, so she explained herself a bit more. “I mean, you have your own clothes. Why do you want mine?”

Marceline opened up the hidden drawer inside of Bonnibel’s closet, and pulled out the old band t-shirt she had given Bonnibel back in the day. “You’ve got one of mine.”

Bonnibel blushed, and she grinned. Too easy. She still had the sweetest pink flush Marceline had ever seen. She had just woken up, so she was hungrier than usual. She shook her head a bit, getting those thoughts out of her head. Feeding from Bonnibel was an emergency measure only.

“You can take it.” Bonnibel looked away, rubbing her arm. “And if… you want to trade more clothes, just let me know.”

“Thanks Bonbon,” Marceline said, letting her feet lift off the ground again.

She moved around Bonnibel and grabbed her jacket from the chair, draping it over her shoulders. She hadn’t expected to stay overnight, so she hadn’t brought her umbrella. She would need to turn into a bat and hide to fly back.

“I’ll go through your closet another night. I should probably head home and get some breakfast.”

Bonnibel nodded, glancing between Marceline and her closet but not moving yet. “Yes. I have to go before the others get suspicious.”

“Okay, cool.” Marceline tugged on her jacket, floating a bit closer to Bonnibel. “I’ll see you later then?”

“Goodbye, Marceline.” Bonnibel smiled at her.

“Bye.”

Marceline swooped in and kissed Bonnibel’s cheek, then flew away before Bonnibel could react. She transformed halfway into her bat form, using her wings to make both the curtains and windows in front of her open wide. Marceline curled up underneath the coat, her face burning as she flew away from the castle.

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paralyze-fic · 7 months

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Paralyze.

Chapter 51

Togata senpai, Eri and I were walking away from Chisaki and Izuku, listening to all the loud noises fading the further away we got.

Eri was clinging onto my shirt once more, and I was dragging senpai with me. He was crying heavily and desperately gripping my shirt too. My throat was hurting from that previous attack and because of the urge to cry, making the knot in it extremely painful.

We kept waking slowly for a bit more, until Togata fell on his knees, dragging me with him.

"Senpai!"

I held him up, trying to get him to stand.

"Agh!" He shrieked and I looked over my shoulder.

"Eri, can you help me?" She came up to me, and held senpai, helping me as we tried to make senpai sit up against the wall, but it was useless.

My entire body was worn out, my wounds stinging, my muscles throbbing with overuse and my head pounding, Eri was just a little girl, she couldn't do much to help a boy like five times bigger than her.

"Senpai... please, let me... see your wounds..." I struggled with Eri to move Togata senpai but we couldn't.

"Eri...!" Chisaki's voice echoed in the halls, making the three of us tense. I turned to look at her as she walked away from senpai and me. "Because of you, I had to die again! It's that what you wanted, Eri?!"

Her face darkened and her body was trembling, "Eri...?" She turned away from us and began walking back with Chisaki. "Eri...?!"

I was going to get up to follow her, and senpai tried to get up too, but my legs gave out on me and he couldn't move either.

"Eri!" Our scream echoed in the hall as we saw her turning the corner we just walked out from.

Senpai groaned and I immediately turned back to him, he rested himself against the wall, holding his right side. As fast as I could with only one arm, I ripped part of my shirt and pressed it down on his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Thankfully, the wound on his leg wasn't as deep.

"You're gonna be okay, senpai. I'm here." He looked up at me and showed me a small smile with tear-filled eyes.

"You're... a great hero, (L/n)-kun..." My lips trembled as he said that slowly.

"I'm not..." he chuckled, only to groan again, and pressing his hand on top of mine.

"You are," senpai looked away from me, the tears falling from his face again.

"Nobody will die today!" Izuku's scream echoed, "I'll save you!"

The determination in his voice made a shiver run down my spine.

But after that, a big explosion-like sound was heard. I turned back to senpai and I noticed his eyes were closed.

"Senpai...?" I spoke quietly as I stared at him, he was still breathing, but the blood wasn't stopping yet. Cursing under my breath I just took off my shirt to press it on his open wound again.

Senpai was unconscious and I didn't blame him, I was feeling dizzy and I didn't doubt I would pass out soon too.

But I had to get us out of here. One of Chisaki's lackeys could come and I wasn't in a stable state to fight anymore, so I unbuckled my belt and I wrapped it around Togata senpai's middle, buckling it a bit tighter over his wound so it would help to stop the bleeding. And holding my breath I enhanced both of my arms.

I placed them under senpai's legs and behind his back, standing up as I carried him. My left arm had me almost screaming from the pain I was putting it through, but biting my tongue and filled with determination, I kept walking our way out of this place.

During the second turn I did, I was met with Amajiki senpai and a few police officers, he ran at me and helped me put Togata down.

"You shouldn't be forcing your arm like that, (L/n)-kun," he placed the blonde's right arm over his shoulders as I stood on the left side.

And like that, we walked together.

//////

On our way out, a door was open and I heard a familiar voice.

"It's taking him a while..."

That's Kurono.

"Senpai..." he looked at me, "Eraser had been taken away by Kurono, he might be in there." Amajiki stared at me and then at the open door.

"Let's go," he whispered and made a sign for the officers to be quiet.

When we reached the door Kurono was about to stab Aizawa and I used my quirk, ignoring the throbbing pain I felt.

He gritted his teeth and turned to us, he moved his left arm and grabbed the knife from his right hand, but Amajiki senpai lifted his arm, and morphed it.

That was the swordfish that Fatgum gave to him at the police station...

And like that, Kurono was taken down by the police.

A few moments later, Tsuyu appeared and she helped us get Aizawa out of here.

///////

We got out of that place thanks to Ryukyu, and we watched the fight occur. But when Izuku was down on the ground again as the fight ended, he and Eri were screaming.

A few feet away from us, Tsuyu helped Aizawa sit up and he used his quirk on them. The screaming stopped and they fell to the ground.

I sighed as I saw Eri safe from Chisaki.

"Confirm if there are victims in the surrounding areas! Call as many ambulances as we can!"

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By 9:15 a.m. the ambulances had arrived and I was being taken to the hospital with Amajiki and Togata in the same ambulance.

Togata was being treated for the wound on his right side and left leg, whilst Amajiki had somebody stop the bleeding from his face. When they were done, one of the nurses treated my wounds and, when she finished, she held my left arm, making me groan.

"Multiple fractures..."

"Multiple...?" I asked her and she nodded, looking at various parts of my left arm. Her eyes changed as she blinked.

"Muscles ripped..." She touched my head and she groaned a bit.

Her quirk...?

"You surely overdid yourself, honey."

She looked at the other nurse, and he observed me up and down, "He should..." he closed his hand for some seconds and it began glowing a light yellow. When he opened his hand a shiny red square was there. "Eat this, boy, it'll make you feel better."

I grabbed it and stared at it. "What is it?"

"Candy." The woman said, "These are our quirks."

I swallowed, feeling my throat burn, but I placed the candy in my mouth.

And immediately the pain was gone, all the bruises and injuries were still there, but the worn out of my muscles and the pain of my left arm were gone in an instant, accompanied by the sweet taste of candy.

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19-"Do you believe that?"

Tears fell down Sophie’s face, sitting in the middle of a field, staring out over a lake, her heart felt like it was broken into a million pieces.

Heartbreak, deception, it had been coming and she’d been foolish enough to think he was different, that he actually loved her.

If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes she would not have believed it. She’d not believed Rosamund when she said she was going to steal him from her, that she was nothing, that she’d come from nothing, her parents weren’t married, she was a bastard. Rosamund spent the last 5 years telling her she was only part of the school because her father felt sorry for her.

First she’d lost her father 6 months ago and now she’d lost her boyfriend. The one person who had shown Sophie what she thought love was. The one person she had been so sure loved her…

But then she’d seen him pressed up against Rosamund’s locker, Rosamund’s lips attached to his…

She’d not even stopped when she heard his cries of her name, she’d ran out, she’d turned on her worn converse and ran as quickly as her little legs would carry her.

She was small, she was quick, she found running easy and so she’d just kept going. Out of the sixth form grounds, tears falling down her face, as her heart shattered, her world falling apart.

Everyone left her in the end. It was what Araminta had always told her and now it was coming true.

Her father had died and they were still trying to locate his Will so until it was found she was stuck with her step-mother.

Eventually her legs started to hurt, her lungs were burning and the need to sob hit her like a truck and she crumbled to the floor.

The soft grass cushioned her fall and she curled into a ball and pressed her head into her knees as she sobbed.

“Sophie…” came an out of breath sigh, about 10 minutes later.

Sophie didn’t even need to look up to know who it was, “go away Ben. I don’t want to talk to you” she replied, each word a heartbroken sob.

“No, you need to listen to me, it’s not what it looked like!” he pleaded, his voice getting closer. He’d placed his hands on his hips as he wheezed.

He was not a runner, he was a rower, he’d lost her for a bit but knowing the direction she was running, he knew where she was going.

This was their spot. He’d seen her crumble, and he felt horrible. He’d not been anticipating Rosamund pouncing on him.

He’d been walking down to meet her, with the news that his Uncle had found her father’s Will, he’d been almost giddy, he had no idea of the contents but the fact it had been found meant she’d be able to find out if she was stuck with Araminta or if she’d be free of her wicked step-mother once and for all.

But as he walked past Rosamund and her friends, she’d grabbed his arm, and before Benedict had a chance to do anything, before he’d even realised that Sophie was there, Rosamund had pulled her into him, he’d lost his balance and his hands fell either side of her locker as she’d wrapped herself so tightly around him he’d not been able to escape until he’d heard the scream, followed by the sob and he knew what was going on.

He’d shoved Rosamund hard, Kate had seen the entire thing happening and promised to take care of the bitch as he ran after his girlfriend.

It’d nearly broken him, he knew how much that would have hurt Sophie seeing that. Knowing her for as long as they had, being best friends before they’d taken the leap and given in to their feelings for one another, knowing her past…

He knew her better than any other soul alive and he knew… he knew how much this would have hurt her and it was why he’d gone running after her. Determined that he’d not let her run away, not let her shut him out. That he would explain.

Once he was there, he panted her name and the way she told him to go away nearly broke him, nearly caused him to break down in tears himself.

“It’s not what it looked like?!” she’d screeched at him, “it looked like you were kissing my step-sister! In front of the entire school, Ben!!!��

“I wasn’t kissing her! She grabbed me! She grabbed me as I was coming to meet you! I’d nipped into Art this morning, Kate and I went to hand in our project as we didn’t want to carry it around the school all morning! Kate will tell you! Rosamund grabbed me, i lost my balance and before I knew what was happening her lips were on mine and she’d wrapped me up so tight I was trying to wriggle free but it wasn’t happening… I didn’t want to kiss her, she’s literally the last person in the entire school I want to kiss” Benedict said passionately

Sophie shook her head “Rosa told me she was going to take you from me… that you’d go… that you were just using me to get to her…”

“Do you believe that?”

“I don’t know what to believe anymore! I never thought you’d cheat on me!” Sophie sobbed

“Sophie… I… I didn’t… she ambushed me. You are the one that I love, you are the one I want to be with, the only one that I want to be with… i’d rather cut my cock off than be with her. She’s jealous of you. She’s always been jealous of you. You’re beautiful, you’re kind and clever and she’s got to sleep with people to get her homework done, she tried to sleep with Professor Livingstone to get her english grades changed…”

“She… she…”

“Henry told me when he’d overheard it all, but Sophie… Please believe me, you are the only girl for me. You are the one who has my heart, you’ve only ever had my heart, from aged 13 you’ve been the one I wanted. You’re the one I want to build a life with. You’re the one I can’t wait to go to Uni with, getting our own place, growing older together, getting married, getting a dog, having babies. I want it all Soph and you’re the only one I want it with… not her.” he said

“But… i saw… she…”

“I know what you saw and I can’t take that away, I wish I could but I did not kiss her, I wedged my lips shut. Kate was going to kick her arse whilst I was coming after you… Rosamund has exploited your weakness, the things that upset you, your worst fears, her and her vile mother have done nothing but tried to make your life miserable and even more so since your father died… but I love you Sophie. They can’t change that. They’re never going to be able to change that. Even if you wish to never see me again, if you want me to go away and leave you alone, it won’t stop me loving you.” he said passionately.

“You… you really didn’t?”

“No. I swear down on my star wars collection that it was unwanted attention, I was coming to meet you, I was coming to see you so we could go to English together, as usual. If I hadn’t gone to Art with Kate none of this would have happened, it was just… bad timing and she’s obviously been waiting for a moment like this… but i promise… it was unwanted attention, the moment she heard you scream she let up and I was off her, and running after you… Kate promised to sort it out, she will back me up. I promise” he explained, begging her to understand and hoping beyond hope that she’d believe him.

Sophie sniffed and lifted her head and looked at him for the first time, her green eyes red and puffy. She looked at him, taking in his face, wanting to see if he was telling the truth, wanting to see the truth in his eyes, she knew his face and knew when he was lying, when he was telling the truth and as she looked into his blue eyes, she saw the truth, the hurt she could see, the pain that he was going through because of the pain she was going through, and she knew he was telling the truth “i… I believe you” she said softly.

Benedict let out a sigh and moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, “thank you. It won’t ever happen again. I promise, i’m going nowhere near that girl, English is the only class we share with her so you will be by my side, she’s a leech, and I promise I'm not going within 100 feet of her.”

Sophie sighed into him “that’s a bit excessive but if Kate’s been left to sort it… i’m sure Rosa won’t go anywhere near her but going home tonight is going to suck…”

“Come to mine, Mum will love to see you as will the girls, and Uncle George rang last night, he’s located your dad’s Will, you can see him tonight about it” Benedict said

“It’s been found?”

“It has, so come back to mine after school, and maybe we can find out that you can be rid of the witch once and for all” Benedict said hopefully.

“That would be nice” she replied as she rested her head on Benedict’s shoulders, letting herself enjoy his warmth and his touch. It had been an emotional morning, it would be an emotional evening but right now, she just wanted to feel safe in the arms of the man she loved.

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Spoilers for Lavender Sand | Chapter 2 | Rated T

As the meetings broke off into groups of topics, people moved to who they needed to speak to, shifting around the room. Hinata stood by her father until he signaled with a subtle flick of his wrist behind his back. She instructed Hanabi to stay while she moved around to play her part as the easy-to-approach Hyuga. People took the bait, dropping hints that showed their true nature when they spoke to her. Eventually, she turned away from a conversation and came face to face with bright purple face paint.

Hinata flinched back to focus her eyes on the Suna male. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hyuga, right?” Oh, she almost ran into him because he was about to get her attention?

Hinata bowed her head respectfully. “Yes, Hinata Hyuga.”

He shifted stiffly. “Your clan is important to the decisions made by the Konoha, right?”

Hinata chose her words carefully, always. “Yes, our clan is a large part of the community. We are considered in most decisions made by the village.”

“I’m Kankuro.” Kankuro pointed to the Kazekage, who sat next to the Hokage, glaring at the table like he was trying to set it on fire. Yet, Naruto was talking at him with the biggest smile. “Adviser to my brother Gaara, the current Kage of Suna.” So they were related. Gaara. She recognized that name. Naruto spoke highly of him, but she couldn’t place any details other than that.

“Pleased to meet you.” Hinata bit down on her tongue before taking a risk. “He doesn’t look very happy today, does he?”

Kankuro’s face twitched, making another uncomfortable face. “No, he never really is.” Red flag. Was his brother scared of him? Had they fought? The Kazakage didn’t seem like someone you would want to have a disagreement with. He looked like a man who would make a strong stance and not care to listen to yours, but you couldn’t guess everything on looks.

“Will you be handling relations with the clan then?” It explained why he approached her so awkwardly.

“That’s the idea, an important year for peace and all.” Kankuro’s moved his wary look from his brother and focused on her. Hinata smiled to ease his worry, offering for them to sit. She sat up straighter. Kankuro was taller by two heads, at least.

“Are Hyuga women all so beautiful?” Kankuro sat beside her, giving her a crooked grin, changing his demeanor with the subject.

Hinata faulted as a blush crept to her face. That was a complete change of mood. “That’s a matter of opinion, Kankuro-san.” Hinata attempted to will away the redness, but the confident grin he gave her didn’t help. Men had made comments all morning. Honestly, this was the first comment to be a little charming. She was sick of hearing men twice or more her age make passing comments on her purity and ‘birthing hips.’

Kankuro was pleasant. They spoke about how the Hyuga influenced the village. How and why their decisions mattered. He kept an upbeat, cheery demeanor but occasionally tossed a wary glance at his brother like he was waiting to be scolded. Hinata took one of those as a chance to ask about him. Kankuro dodged her by giving her another compliment or turning the question around on her.

“Hinata-chan?” Hanabi whispered over her shoulder. “Can I sit with you for a while?”

Hinata motioned to the chair beside her. Hanabi was starting to look worn. These events took a lot out of you, and it only got worse by the day.

“This is Kankuro-san. Kazekage’s advisor and elder brother.” Hinata motioned to him. “Kankuro-san, this is my younger sister, Hanabi-chan.” Hinata introduced them. Hanabi bowed her head like a lady. Good girl.

“See what I said? Hyuga’s are beautiful.” Kankuro commented.

Hanabi didn’t even flinch, merely thanked him with a proud smile. Hinata wished she had her sister’s confidence. She was still trying to flush blood from her cheeks.

“The Kazekage doesn’t look like he wants to be here.” Hanabi got a tap from Hinata’s finger on her leg, telling her no, but it was too late.

“No. Not really, but he always looks like that when he’s working. He probably would have just sent us if it weren’t for his little friend.” Kankuro gave another glance to his brother. Hinata was starting to get the impression he wasn’t worried about getting caught doing something he shouldn’t but rather about what his brother might do if he wasn’t being watched.

“Naruto-kun?” Hinata wondered. Kankuro nodded.

“Why?” Hanabi pressed.

Kankuro’s eyebrows came down in confusion. “You haven’t heard about him?”

The two Hyuga girls shook their heads.

Kankuro sat straighter, shifting his eyes, unsure how to word himself. “My brother is not known for good things. As the vessel to the one tails, he’s been known as the monster of Suna. He’s been a respectable leader, but he has a past of being ruthless and harsh, with no remorse for killing his enemies. All that isn’t easily forgotten. It’s built him a reputation that he lives up to. He’s usually fine when in a calm social setting, but he’s still fierce when working. Unfortunately, he’s a workaholic.”

Hinata’s heart broke for him as she remembered all that Naruto went through growing up a vessel. Naruto grinned like all was good in the world, shouting to the Kazekage, who glared at him with only a distaste for his volume.

“It must be hard on him to be considered that way. It’s cruel. It’s not the child’s fault that the last generation decided they should take on a demon. It can’t be easy growing up, managing a whole other being inside you.” Hinata turned her sad gaze from Gaara to Kankuro, who looked like she slapped him. “I’m sorry?” Has she missed something, lost her thoughts? Did she say something out of line? Hanabi was just as confused as she did.

Kankuro held his hand up, whipping his head around, looking for someone. “Can you excuse me for a moment?” What had she said that caused such a reaction? Kankuro ungracefully weaved through the room to the other Suna-nin, hastily dragging her from her conversation with Shikamaru. When had he come in? Was he a security detail?

The woman became irritated, but with a few whispers, her face slowly twisted into the same thoughtful shock as Kankuro had.

Had Hinata said something insensitive for Suna culture? Hanabi shook her head. She was just as lost.

The Suna set approached, prompting Hanabi to stand up. “I think they will want to talk to you alone,” Hinata felt that too, but she wasn’t sure why. Hanabi squeezed her hand before disappearing to return to her father’s side.

“Temari, this is Hinata Hyuga. Hinata, this is my sister Temari.” Temari was everything Hinata wasn’t, tall, tan, strong, and confident.

Hinata bowed, hiding her confusion. “Pleased to meet you.”

Temari sat, throwing one of her long legs over the other. “Hinata, have you met the Kazekage yet?”

Hinata sat straighter, tucking her crossed ankles under the chair more. “No, but Naruto-kun said good things if memory serves.” Hinata looked over at the tailed-beast holders again. Another pain hit her heart, seeing Gaara’s scowl at the world. Why were they treated like monsters? They both had to work so much harder to become strong leaders of their people.

Turning back to the Kazekage siblings, they both gave her an odd look.

Temari broke the silence between the three. “Do you know the village well, Hinata?”

“Yes,” Hinata answered.

“If you’re not busy after the meeting, could you take my brothers on a tour? Naruto was going to take them, but he will be caught in paperwork for the Hokage.” Temari looked back over to Shikamaru, who might actually be asleep against the wall he was leaning on.

Kankuro leaned forward. “Temari wants to take off with the bum.” He received an elbow in his rib cage for the comment, which he rubbed viciously. “Hey!”

“I’m not sure if I’m the best to do so, but I can do my best.” Hinata agreed.

Temari lit up. “Perfect.”

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Hinata fiddled with her fingers as she waited by the door. She felt much more nervous about this arrangement now that she knew her father had spoken to Kankuro before she had. Of course, he mentioned her eligibility. Hinata hadn’t considered Kankuro, a possible suitor, but his sister’s proposed tour made more sense now. It was a set-up.

Brother to the current Kage of Suna was a high enough status for the Hyuga council.

Hiashi warned her not to offend them. He didn’t need an ‘or else,’ but if she wasn’t self-conscious taking the two most eligible males in Suna on a tour alone before, she was now.

Two sets of footsteps approached, prompting Hinata to straighten her back and force a smile. She deliberately clasped her hands behind her back to stop fidgeting. “Ready to start?”

The Kazekage stared her down as if she should already know the answer. Kankuro nodded, returning her smile. She was very aware of the Kazekage’s distaste. Was it for her or because Naruto wasn’t the one taking them? Hinata led them out the door and down the steps, squeezing her hands behind her to calm her nerves. She kept a speed that would be comfortable for their long legs, sacrificing the usual casual pace, especially in heeled shoes. She kept her shoulders straight and her head tall. She was probably failing. She probably looked like a walking chicken or worse.

Hinata turned her head over her shoulder. “Was there something you wanted to see first?” It felt uncomfortable to be leading. She was always a step behind her father, Neji, and Shino.

“Gaara has been taken to see the Hokage mountainside, but I haven’t,” Kankuro answered. Gaara said nothing, so Kankuro determined where they went. Gaara’s glare became darker when their eyes met. She took the hint and faced forward.

Kankuro took to walking beside her, which she was grateful for. He asked about landmarks on the way, which she answered to the best of her ability. Gaara stayed silent, which prompted her to continuously check if he was still there. They nearly made it to their destination when he finally spoke up. “We’ve gone the wrong way.”

“What do you mean?” Hinata hadn’t made any odd turns and took the shortest way.

“This isn’t where Naruto took me,” Gaara explained as he crossed his arms.

“Oh! Well, that’s because I like the view from up here better. Fewer people come up this way. Naruto likes to stand right in front of it… or on it.” Hinata mumbled the worst attempt at a joke.

Gaara’s crossed arms tighten. Hinata wasn’t sure what to do. Should she show him her spot or do things Naruto’s way from this point on?

“We can always see it from upfront. I want to see what you got.” Kankuro passed her, though his voice didn’t seem sure of himself like he was testing his brother’s limits for the day.

Gaara’s shoulders stiffened more before he gave an audible heavy breath, following his brother up past her. Hinata closed her eyes to collect herself for just a moment. Letting out a silent sigh of relief as she followed them, glad to be in the back of their small group.

Kankuro climbed the hill. “Awesome.” Gaara soon joined his side, gazing out over the village toward the mountainside.

Hinata attempted not to let on that her heels were sinking into the dirt. “It’s not the detail you will see from standing in front of it. But it looks more like spirits are coming from the mountain from here.” Hinata looked out over the mountain with them. As a child, she thought it looked like they were pressing their faces through the mountain. She used to have dreams of a full person coming out and walking over the village. Maybe those were nightmares. “We can still go right up to see it if you like.” She offered, seeing how Gaara’s mood hadn’t improved.

“Maybe later. I like this one.” Kankuro answered, not realizing she wasn’t asking him.

“Kazekage-sama?” Hinata added to be more specific.

Gaara turned only his eyes to the side at her, then returned them to the mountain. “This is adequate.”

Hinata shriveled inside. She hoped he would at least enjoy the new point of view. “Whenever you’re ready, I can take you through the town. I can go the way Naruto-kun likes.” Hinata wasn’t taking any more chances of offending the Kage. He already didn’t like her for merely not being Naruto.

“Sure.” Kankuro turned to go back down the hill. Gaara followed him. Arms still crossed, shoulders still tense. Hinata stepped forward, feeling her heel sink into the ground again. This was going to be a long day.

Lavender Sand

Pairing: Gaara x Hinata Rating: T

Description: Hinata reluctantly agrees to have a political marriage, but will marrying an unlikely friend be all that bad? Gaara isn't even looking to marry, but when presented with the opportunity and with Naruto's approval, maybe it will all work out.

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