#his little wave? how excited he got about that rock? him dancing around? the little 'hi:)'
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Lucas Sinclair Being a Dork (And Doing it Flawlessly)
#stedit#strangerthingsedit#stranger things#dailystrangerthings#strangerthingscentral#tvstrangerthings#stranger things edit#my gifs#mine#g:s4#stranger things 4#st4#lucas sinclair#lucas sinclair edit#caleb mclaughlin#he is such a dork. a total goofball#but don't worry lucas you're also plenty cool#it didn't fit into the set but a special mention goes to him picking up a random pinecone as they walked to skull rock#and then playing around with it while max carried his backpack for him#his little wave? how excited he got about that rock? him dancing around? the little 'hi:)'#he must be protected at all costs
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Kitty, what're your thots on pervy stepbro!skz? Cause just thinking about it has me going woozi (hehe)
AHHHHHHHHH (those are my thots)
cw: stepcest!!!!!!! dni if uncomfortable, i warned you. proceed with caution,
slight voyeurism/exhibitionism (or mentions of it), mentions of drinking, masturbation, dirty fantasies involving the reader, sex and oral sex (or suggestive scenarios involving it), slightttt noncon situations due to pervertedness, mentions of assplay, cum, all characters are adults who's parents got married later on in their lives (thought i'd clarify just in case). i think i hit the major ones, pls lmk if i missed anything super important
okay bye
bangchan: he is soo sweet. he's incredibly helpful around the house, always offering to clean the dishes after dinner. your mom absolutely loves him. he's perfect, minus his one dirty little habit of asking you to help with the chores. it's not like he needs the help, he just gets a little excited when he sees you bend down to pick something up or go through the laundry because he gets a peek of your pretty thong.
'two of us get things done quicker' he usually says, and of course you don't mind helping him, he's fun to talk to and you also have to carry some of your own weight if you're going to keep living with your mom while attending college.
'i'll treat you for helpin' out' but what he really wants to say is he'll fuck you up against the laundry room's door. couldn't you get the hint? his cock was always rock hard around you, it was painfully obvious. couldn't you hear him through the walls fisting himself while you were both home alone? he didn't care to be quiet at all and he knew you were just choosing to be oblivious.
he was so good! why couldn't you just reward him? he mows the lawn, cooks if he has to, throws out the trash. the least you could do was give your sweet stepbrother your mouth to use around his cock after a long day of hardwork around the house!
and he hates the way you're licking the ice cream he got you for helping. hates the way you look at him and giggle because he knows you know what you're doing to him.
minho: he was bored out of his mind at the wedding reception for your parents. at least his dad was happy for once.
he glanced over and watched you order a drink from the bar, sipping it as you looked towards him. he quickly looked away and chuckled to himself, hoping you didn't notice how his eyes trailed down as he checked you out in your pretty dress. would it be disrespectful to put moves on his new stepsister?
he could ask you to dance, right?
he made his way over to you and leaned against the bar, smiling towards you.
"could i have the pleasure of dancing with you?"
you giggled at him and waved him off, explaining to him that you were to shy to dance.
"well then let's go somewhere private where no one can see us?"
the implications of his words made you flustered. this was your step brother now. did he mean his words in that sense or were you reading into it too much?
(he definitely meant his words suggestively.)
his eyes basically undressing you as you swallowed thickly. he could take you to the family restroom and no one would even know the two of you were missing.
he could easily slip past the huge blend of both families and fuck you outside behind all the cars.
he could make you hold his cum the whole night until your parents went their separate way to their honeymoon together. you could have the whole house to yourselves, fuck on every surface imaginable and no one would ever have a clue.
changbin: he's normally shy, very respectful. very gym oriented - going as far as setting up all his equipment in the garage with your dad's permission. you were interested in his work out routine, asking him if you could join him one day.
he didn't know why that made him so flustered, sputtering while he talked to you and letting you know it was perfectly fine that you used his stuff and joined him. you were surprised how disciplined he was, how heavy he could lift. he was trying hard to keep his composure, trying hard to push down the thoughts he was having of you spotting him.
the idea of you basically straddling his head while he benched was making him see stars. or what if he had you bench press? what if he was the one straddling your head, having you look up at him and see how his cock protruded from his gym shorts, the obvious outline giving away how hard he was.
what if he had you do russian deadlifts, coming up behind you to help with your form, cock brushing up against your ass while he tried explaining how to position yourself properly.
all changbin wanted to do was hold you open over him while he laid on the bench, licking at your cunt eagerly. all he wanted was to take you from behind while you tried to finish doing cable tricep pushdowns.
keyword on tried because he wanted to make sure he'd leave you dumb enough to even forget what number set you were even on.
hyunjin: hyunjin started to catch feelings well after your parents got married, you two just clicked, friendship quickly burning into something so much more.
but he knew you probably wouldn't feel the same, would probably be grossed out by him if he told you he loved you. he didn't want to ruin the family dynamic so he kept his feelings harbored deep within himself.
but his heart absolutely shattered when you brought another boy home, begging him to not tell your mom because you weren't sure if she'd approve of him.
all his hope of maybe one day confessing to you was thrown out the window. did he read you wrong? he could've sworn that maybe there was something there..
and he couldn't sleep that night, tossing and turning as he heard you through the walls, giggling with that other guy and hushing him. warning him that although your parents weren't home - hyunjin was.
but the hushes and scolding did nothing because hyunjin could still hear everything clearly. how you kissed him sloppily, how the bed shifted when he climbed on top of you, how you gasped out when he pressed his cock inside of you.
hyunjin closed his eyes tightly and to save himself from his misery, he pretended it was him between your legs, his hand reaching down to touch himself as he listened in on the both of you. he pretended it was his name that you were chanting. he took note of the pitches of your moans, how they got higher when you were about to cum, how breathy and incoherent you became.
he would do anything to see how your face twisted with pleasure.
at least he could pretend to be the one to bring you to your peak whenever he heard you through the walls.
jisung: living with jisung was definitely something to get used to. unfortunately with the sudden growth of your new family, there was not enough space for both of you to get your own room. you'd be sharing a space until your parents found an adequate place.
jisung didn't mind but you clearly did. having to share the en suite bathroom in the mornings was a challenge.
why did he have to take so long in the damn bathroom?
"jisung! c'mon i'm gonna be late, can't you please hurry up!?"
he always managed to beat you to the bathroon, always waking up early to start his day.
what you didn't know is he was taking care of his aching cock in the shower, fisting himself to the image of you sleeping soundly. he had gotten bold lately, picking the sheets carefully off your body to get a peek at your body, tugging your sleeping shorts to the side to reveal your panties, moving them aside to finally be met with your cunt.
how was it so wet?
could he give it a lick?
he didn't want to be caught.
rubbing himself through his shorts until he couldn't take it anymore, rushing to the bathroom to chase his release.
felix: he knew he shouldn't but he just couldn't help it.
watching you from his bedroom window inconspicuously as you tanned by the pool in your backyard. you looked so pretty, so unaware that he was jerking himself to the sight of you in a skimpy bathing suit. that dumb bikini top leaving little to the imagination, it wasn't your fault you didn't want annoying tan lines. he watched intently as you turned face down in the lounge chair, reaching behind you to untie the straps of your bikini top so they wouldn't leave a pesky mark. you were basically naked, your tits were basically on display for him, couldn't you just sit up and show him? flash him really quickly so he could finish in his hand?
it was torture - having to watch you from afar when he wanted to be down there with you. would you quickly cover up if he were to go join you? or would you barely acknowledge him and continue to enjoy the sun? would you ask him to reapply sunscreen on you? would you let his hands wander, trailing down to your ass to massage them? would you protest if he pulled your thong down or would you let him play with your ass a little?
he wanted you bad.
spurting cum all over himself and making a mess as he let out a loud groan, it must've been loud enough for you to hear and look up from your spot, making eye contact with him through his blinds.
goddammit.
seungmin: your mom wouldn't let you go out to that dumb frat party unless seungmin tagged along and drove you there.
you agreed because you didn't want to lose the opportunity to go talk to that football player you had the hots for.
seungmin thought it was funny, watching you fix your makeup one last time in his car's mirror. there was nothing to fix, you looked perfect in his humble opinion.
he knew you wanted to go to this party because of that guy, he wasn't fond of him at all. you were too good for him and in all honesty, seungmin wanted you for himself.
he wanted you to be his but it was complicated given the fact that your mom was married to his dad.
his advances didn't go unnoticed when he laid his hand on your inner thigh as he drove. impulse thoughts racing through his mind - what if he just turned around right now and took you in his backseat? he wanted to make you forget about that stupid jock.
"minnie?" snapping him out of his thoughts at a red light.
"you're quiet." you choose to say instead of bringing attention to the obvious hand on your thigh
"sorry, just thinking about the one hundred ways i could fuck you and how it would be so much better than that guy you're pining after." he speaks up, driving towards a turn lane to make a u-turn.
jeongin: he always thought you were pretty.
he had seen you around campus but was always too shy to approach you. how would he even start a conversation with you. when his mom told him she had found someone new, he was excited for her but the last thing he ever expected was for the 'someone' to be your father.
you, the girl he so helplessly daydreamed of was soon to be part of his family.
he didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse.
could he push down all the thoughts he's had of you or would he fail miserably. how was he ever supposed to tell you he liked you now?
when your families decided to spend the holidays together, he knew he was going to struggle. cock hard in his slacks as he watched you reapply some lip gloss that had gotten wiped as you drank wine and talked to people.
he felt hopeless.
he decided that socializing would be too much for him in this state of mind so he snuck upstairs, finding his way into your room.
there was a picture of you on your vanity, a pretty bow adorning your hair as you smiled widely. jeongin wanted to make you smile like that, wanted to tell you how gorgeous he thought you were but soon his thoughts became dirty, imagining how he wanted you to smear your lip gloss all over his shaft, peppering his cock with delicate kisses.
he shoved a hand into his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking it gently as he grabbed the photo with his free hand.
fuck, you were perfect to him.. the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
his brain became foggy, only thinking about you and you only as he pumped himself-
"jeongin?" you stood at your door, he nearly jumps out of skin, pathetically cumming all over your photo, face burning hot as he looks over at you.
oh fuck, how was he ever going to live this down? how would he even explain this predicament?
please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito
#binsito#skz smut#stray kids smut#skz hard thoughts#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#stepcest cw#tw stepcest#tw noncon
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Hi Mei!
Let me just say you’ve probably seen me liking literally every piece of fluff you’ve ever posted with this man’s name on it in the last few days and I’m obsessed
I might have already missed mvm but otherwise could I ask to see dbf!hotch showing up for you when the actual family in question doesn’t? Like reader is really really excited for an event/milestone and only hotchy knows how much you care and shows up?
Definitely not filling a sick little void in my own life? no?! I would never…. 🙇🏼
ohhhh to be supported by soft dbf!hotch <3
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The laces of your shoes are twisted, and you're on minute three of trying to straighten them out. They're flat ones, thin, so they flip around and fold themselves this way and that when you loosen them. They look messy when tightened, and you've got nowhere to be anyways, so you sit on the back steps of your dance studio's steps and untwist them.
Your fingernails are already marred from the zipper on the back of your costume dress. Paying hundreds of dollars for an ugly outfit you only wore once on stage for an hour was not worth it, and your nails are starting to break even more against the tightly bound shoes on your feet.
You hear chatter all around, parents congratulating their kids, friends laughing with each other, but your world is silent. It's just the scrape of your fingernails against your laces, and your near-silent breathing.
You hear the scrape of rubber against rock, then a pair of black dress shoes steps into your field of vision.
You look up at whoever's standing by the stairs, ready to dart out of their way, but it's-
"Aaron!" You gush, rocketing to your feet to ram into him in a hug that nearly topples him over, "You're here!"
"I'm here," He laughs, loud and long and deep from his chest, warmth gushing out of the sound and into your chest as he squeezes you tight, "You were amazing!"
"I don't understand," You breathe, pulling back to look at him dazedly, "I didn't invite you. I mean-!" You struggle to right yourself, and his face flushes red as he tries holding in a laugh, eyes scrunched at the edges, "I mean, like, I never gave you a ticket, I- I didn't think you'd want to come. So how did you get in?"
"This is really helpful," He flashes a corner of the black leather case that you know his FBI badge is in, and your heart soars.
"Thank you for coming," You go in for another hug, spotting a group of people behind him, lingering with smiles on their faces and flowers in their hands, "Uh...?"
"My team," He keeps a hand on the small of your back as he leads you to them, where you're bombarded with bouquets, and a hug from a rather bubbly blonde, "I treated everyone to a night off tonight so that we could come and see you perform."
You're hit with a wave of emotion you're not sure you'll ever be able to properly express, probably not without getting a little too in-depth about feelings you'd rather not bring up. You choose instead to revel in the giddiness that comes from Aaron's presence, his team's sweet smiles, and his hand on your back, leading you to a black SUV where you're treated to the passenger's seat.
It means that three grown men have to sit in the middle row, broad shoulders squished against neutral, then skinny ones.
"I used to dance, too," A voice pipes up from the third row, a dark-haired woman in pretty nude lipstick, "But I got in trouble for kicking a kid in the shins, and they threw me out."
You giggle at the image, and the smile she shoots you through the rear-view mirror only makes you more giddy.
"I don't find that too hard to believe," Aaron glances back at her, a similar smile on his face that his team seems just as enamored by as you are, "Why did you kick him?"
"He made fun of my friend," She shrugs, "'Said she looked like a baby deer."
"Because of her legs?" The broad-shouldered man peers back at her, and at her nod of approval, scrunches his face into a grimace, "Man, that's harsh."
"I mean, she did look like a baby deer." The woman confirms, and a slim blonde next to her snorts, "But no one's allowed to say it, you know?"
"Don't kick anyone in the shins," Aaron's hand shoots out to brace on your knee, squeezing softly as he uses a red light to glance over at you warningly, "At your age I think it would be considered assault, and while I would rescue you from prison, I'd prefer not to."
"Don't listen to him, Y/N. Kick mean boys in the shins," The woman pipes up from the back, pretty dark eyes focused on you, "I'll come bail you out, and we can go out for ice cream on the way home from jail."
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sneak peak of my baron/reader meet cute
*takes place post movie, slight spoilers*
“Oh, before I forget!” your mother exclaimed, turning her chair toward you.
“What?” you asked, a little taken aback by the excitement on her face.
“You know the lady from across the hall?”
“Uhm, yeah, Ms. Eda, right? She’s a sweet lady,” you replied, frowning a little in confusion, wondering why she was asking you about that.
“You know she has a son, right? Oh, I can’t remember his name,” she said, snapping her fingers as if that would help her remember.
“Oh no. No, no nonono,” you exclaimed, cutting her off before she could continue her thought.
“What? No, listen! He refilled my bird feeder the other day,” she said, gesturing to the window. “He’s a sweet boy,” she insisted, raising her eyebrows at you.
“Mom!” you exclaimed, huffing a wry laugh, your hand coming up to cover your face in embarrassment. “Stop trying to set me up with your hall mate’s son!” you exclaimed, feeling your face warm.
“Why not? You’re single, as far as I know, he’s single, and you know he cut his hair? He’s actually very handsome–”
“I don’t care how cute he is, I’m not gunna hit on Eda’s son just because I’m single,” you exclaimed, barely registering the sound of a door shutting in the hall.
“That’s a shame.”
The amused voice behind you nearly made you leap out of your skin and you gave a sharp yelp as you spun around, only to find the very man you’d been talking about standing in the doorway, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.
If your face was warm before, it was practically on fire now and you wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out.
However, you couldn’t help but notice that your mother was right—he was rather handsome. His dark chestnut hair was shorter now, though not short by any means, with an artful unruliness to it that looked almost effortless. His dark brown eyes practically danced when the mid-morning light shining through the southern facing window hit them just right, turning them almost golden with the faintest hint of green around the edges.
He looked well groomed, a smart leather jacket hung open over his blue button down tucked into his dark trousers, a far cry from his appearance the last time you’d seen him a couple weeks ago, his hair hanging down to his shoulders and in need of a good brush.
“Didn’t mean to startle ya, sorry ‘bout that,” he chuckled, his grin turning apologetic, while a soft flush crept across his face as his eyes met yours. His voice was warm, like melted butter, with only the barest hint of a drawl to it, but it made your heart skip a beat just the same.
Quickly trying to compose yourself, you cleared your throat, trying to work moisture back into your mouth.
“No, I… I forgot I’d left the door open,” you spluttered.
“Well, hullo there,” your mom greeted, interrupting you and waving him closer. “C’mon in, come closer so I can get a proper look at you,” she said and Eda’s son shared a grin with you before stepping into the room and letting your mom take his hands.
“Now what is your name again, darlin’?” she asked and he shifted his weight from foot to foot, his brows furrowing for a moment, as if thinking.
“You can call me Baron,” he answered with a nod, holding her gaze and she seemed pleased.
“Baron,” she repeated, as if savouring the name before her eyes flicked to you. “This is my daughter—“ she introduced, telling him your name as well.
Baron grinned, his eyes finding yours. “It’s good to finally have a name to put with a face,” he murmured, ducking his head to listen as your mom whispered something in his ear. He huffed a soft laugh, a slightly bewildered smile playing at his lips as he straightened, and you frowned slightly, wondering what exactly she’d said.
“Mama?” you questioned, suspicion leeching in, only growing when she merely smiled at you like the cat that got the cream, and eased herself back into her chair, a mischievous glint to her eye.
“What’d she say to you?” you asked, turning back to Baron who still wore a bemused grin.
“She said, I’d be a fool if I didn’t ask you to get a drink with me.”
Your mouth fell open, embarrassment washing over you and you looked from Baron to your mom and back, horrified. “Oh my God,” you groaned, at a loss for words, hoping she hadn’t made him too uncomfortable, but Baron shrugged, amusement dancing in his brown eyes.
“I’ve been called worse before, but my mama certainly didn’t raise herself a fool,” he chuckled, his gaze lingering on your face. “So, what d’ya say? Wanna grab a coffee?” he asked, nodding toward the door, a hopeful look crossing his face and you blinked, taken aback.
“Uhm, I–”
“Well, go on then,” your mom urged and you gave a small jump, almost having forgotten she was there. “If you don’t go, I will.”
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Can I get some content of 073 being a loving, soft dom? Bonus points if he goes super rough and tries to fuck a baby into them, all while muttering praise <33
Hazy Love
[GN!Reader, AFAB]
[Warnings: Breeding kink, praise, slight degradation, you know the drill. MINORS DNI. GET OUT]
[AN: short little thing for you so sorry it took me months to get this out </3 I uh, this has a direction. Not sure if it's yours.]
Reblogs are appreciated!
His hands are tight, gripping your waist as your pussy eagerly takes his cock. He's moving far too slow for your taste though.
"Take it," Cain hisses. "Take it." His slightly chapped lips press against your bruised ones as he steals the very breath from your lungs. His grip tightens once more when he feels your legs wrap around his waist. His hips rut forwards as his cock hilts inside of you follows by a low groan leaving his lips when you flutter around him.
"C-Cain," you whimper as you lock your ankles around him. Your eyes are full of lust and mostly love as you watch your lover come closer and closer to coming undone above you. Your nails lazily raked his back. "Please," you whispered, unsure of what you were begging for until his beautiful eyes met yours completely.
"Please what, my love?" He asked as he rolled his hips back and then forwards again, rocking into you at a delightful, yet slow pace. He planted a soft kiss to your lips once more to coax a proper answer from you. "Come now, my love, you need to use your words. I am not a mind reader." A dashing, playful grin pulled his copper toned cheeks upwards.
You fought the urge to playfully roll your eyes at him but squeezed his waist tighter with your legs. "I want you to breed me," you mumbled shyly. It wasn't like this was the first time you'd ever asked him to do such a thing, but asking him was so... You couldn't help but feel a little bashful!
He quirked a brow up. "Say it again. I couldn't-," he cut himself off with a small groan at how the tip of his cock pressed heavy against your cervix, "couldn't hear you."
Oh, the cocky bastard.
Your nails dug even harder into his back while you slowly opened up your mouth to speak again. "Please, please breed me, Cain," you said in a much clearer voice, watching as his ego swelled.
He said nothing, but his gaze was dancing in excitement. He unhooked your legs from his waist and folded you up, your ankles now by his ears as he pushed you into a mating press. He grinned at you as he picked up speed. "If that's what you want," he hummed sweetly.
"Cain-" you barely breathed out before he began to pound into you. A loud cry ripped free from your throat as his hips snapped forwards at an ungodly pace. You could feel his balls, swollen with cum, as they slapped against your ass from the sheer force of the swing of his hips. You couldn't even breathe as he rut heavily into you, chest pressed against chest, he was consuming you in full.
His breathing had turned to outright panting. "Going to breed you like that's all you're meant for," he growled in your ear. "Oh fuck, fuck," he rasped in your ear. "You feel so good, so warm and soft and you're squeezing me in just the right way," he moaned loudly. He couldn't focus on anything else but you and the carnal pleasure your body was bringing him.
You let your thoughts tangle into one giant ball before they exploded throughout your head as they translated to white hot pleasure. That all consuming flash of light travelled out to every little inch of your body while the undulating waves of pleasure that followed rocked you to your core. You hadn't planned on cumming so soon but with him bringing you to heights you didn't even know existed, you could excuse yourself this once.
Cain seemed to take joy in the feeling of your body clamping down around him and then fluttering in response. "Creaming on my cock, huh? Already?" he cooed sweetly as he got closer to his edge. "I'll give you exactly what you want, seeing that's all you can think about." He slowed his thrusts slightly but kept with the heaviness, each weighted thrust bringing you that much closer to another orgasm.
"God, I'm going to breed you until you're round with my child," he muttered as he finally hilted deep inside of you. His thick cock twitched as his tip pressed flush against your cervix. Hot, creamy ropes of cum filled your uterus to the brim as he filled you up. He continued to slowly rut forwards as if he really wanted to fuck his cum inside of you while his lips covered your neck and jaw in kisses.
His lips spread into another smile as his hand moved down your chest to your lower abdomen, right atop where his cock was buried inside of you. "You took me so well, my love," he whispered. "You feel that? That's me, deep inside of you, breeding you just like you wanted," he chuckled as he nuzzled against you. "Mmm, you think you can take another?"
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A Chanced Meeting
"Don't wander off too far!" Morena yelled after Gale as he started darting down the cobblestone road. His mother's words went in one ear and out the other. Freshly fifteen, Gale knew he wasn't a child anymore. The Weave whispered to him louder and louder, with Mystra guiding it. Soon, he would be an adult, ready to grasp everything she was willing to offer.
Baldur's Gate. Quite aways from Waterdeep, and Gale had never been before. It was a trip to appreciate and savour. He planned to see everything, to meet everyone, and to learn everything he could while he was here. He loved Waterdeep, of course, but something was exciting about being in a new city.
As Gale hopped along the sidewalk, his eyes caught the magic shimmer in the air. He looked towards its source and saw three sorcerers standing by a fountain. Their hands danced through the air, weaving spells that sent ripples of coloured light across the water. The crowd around them was a mixture of awe-struck children and curious adults, their faces illuminated by the vibrant display. Gale's eyes sparkled with wonder as he pushed through the crowd, each step bringing him closer to the heart of the magic. It was dazzling, an artful display that captured everyone's attention.
Gale felt a tug in his heart, an echo of the magic that resonated with the Weave inside him. Pride and ego swelled, and he couldn't contain himself. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he rolled his wrists, the movements fluid and practiced. He mumbled under his breath, a whisper lost in the hum of the crowd as he flourished his hands with a dramatic flair; a flock of fey birds emerged, their forms shimmering amid the colours of the sorcerers' spells.
The crowd gasped in delight, and the sorcerer in the middle glanced down at Gale with a broad smile. "Well! It looks like we've got a fellow performer in the crowd! Stop by Sorcerous Sundries, little wizard; it will have all your magical delights!" The man's voice was melodic, and Gale found himself nodding. He would have to tell his mother to come along. If he found something worthwhile, it would be a shame to find it gone if he had to look for her.
His mood lifted about as high as it could go from the display; Gale continued down the path he had been walking, wanting to explore every nook and cranny the Gate had to offer. There were plenty of adventurers wandering around, something Gale was accustomed to; Waterdeep got its fair share, though his mother had banned him from the Yawning Portal until he was older.
From Szarr Palace to the docks, it was a wonder that Gale hadn't worn out his boots with how much he wandered. He looked out to the ocean, the breeze whipping through his hair, the tangy scent of salt and brine filling his nose. He leaned out to watch the waves crash against the rocks, mesmerized by the things he had never witnessed before. Once he was a man, once Mystra took him under her wing entirely, Gale wondered what else he would experience, what else he might see of the world. He couldn't wait.
The sun was setting, the waves shimmering as the light bounced off them. Gale knew he needed to return to the Elfsong Tavern, or else his mother and Tara would worry endlessly about him. Still, he leaned on the railing, crossing his arms and resting his chin on them as he watched the sunset. It wasn't until after the last light was gone and darkness had crept in that Gale finally pulled himself away.
He turned his back on the docks and looked around, trying to remember returning to the Elfsong Tavern. Gale hummed as he picked a direction, confident that it was right, and weaved through the narrow alleys as shortcuts.
"Come on, beautiful. Don't be so shy now." Gale heard a dark, husky voice as he turned the corner into a new alley. The shadows hung heavy, obscuring his vision a little, but he could see a hulking man pressing another to the stone wall. One hand grasped the elf's hip; the other was clasped over his mouth, pressing hard and pinning him.
Gale didn't hesitate and stepped forward. "Hey!" He shouted, and both men looked at him. The elf's eyes were wide and uncertain, whereas the human's were filled with annoyance. Gale flexed his fingers, ready to showcase what he could do if it came to it. He doubted he cut a very intimidating figure, but if this didn't have to come to blows, he would prefer that. He just wasn't going to walk away from someone needing help.
The man upturned his nose at him and scoffed. "Wait your turn, boy. This has nothing to do with you."
Gale could feel his heart hammering in his chest. He shook his head. "No. He's clearly in distress; I'm not about to ignore that. Let him go!" He insisted, not stepping forward anymore; his magic would be better served at a distance.
The man growled. "I said-"
"Ignis!" Gale struck first, his hands conjuring the Weave and forming it into a fire bolt that he flung at the human, hitting him dead in the chest before his words could finish. It was enough to get the man's grip off the elf but not enough to down him. Gale wasn't surprised about that.
The man turned to Gale and pulled the large battleaxe off his back. "You're going to regret that, kid." He snarled, charging at him full force. Gale winced but reacted in time as the man swung at him, putting up a shield spell and deflecting the blow.
Gale reached his hand out, pressing it to the man's chest. "Fulgor!" Sparks tingled through his hand and into the barbarian, shocking him thoroughly. He stepped around the man, placing himself between the human and the elf. Gale turned his head, catching the gaze of the would-be victim. "Run! Now! I'll hold him off." He said before turning back to stand his ground.
The barbarian was already turning to charge at him again; Gale was ready, his spell on the tip of his tongue. The swing of the battle axe cut through the air, and Gale brought forth his shield again, but it wasn't enough this time. The battle axe broke through and clipped him on the shoulder. Gale cried out in pain but didn't falter; he retaliated the second he could, outstretching his hands and calling on the Weave. "Ardere!" Fire sprayed from his hands, the heat licking his skin as it burned the man before him.
Gale's ears were filled with the thudding sound of his heart. The barbarian collapsed to the ground, dead or unconscious. Gale's breath came out in pants, his whole body vibrating from the rush of the fight. His shoulder would ache, but it was nothing but a dull sting for now. He had never been in a real fight before. It had been exhilarating… And terrifying.
He turned his head the second he remembered the elf, and just as he did, soft, gentle fingers grasped his chin, his head being lifted to look into the face of the elf he had been protecting.
"My, my…" The elf purred. "Aren't you a sight?" He moved Gale's head, his eyes roaming over his neck before landing on his shoulder. His gaze lingered on the blood seeping from the wound for a long moment. "Ah- My name's Astarion. Pleasure to meet you." Astarion greeted once he pulled his eyes away from Gale's wound.
Gale was transfixed on the beautiful pale features of the elf he saved. He blinked when the introduction was made, shaking himself out of his thoughts. "Ah, I'm Gale! Gale Dekarios!" He said, his voice cracking slightly at the introduction, causing him to blush. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking Astarion over for any injuries.
Astarion chuckled, and the sound made the hairs on the back of Gale's neck stand up. "My, aren't you just sweet?" He purred, a smile spreading on his lips. "What's a little wizard like yourself doing out so late? The streets can be dangerous at night. You never know what's lurking in the shadows."
Gale puffed his chest just a little. "It's fine. I can handle it; I'm a natural at magic." He smiled at Astarion, his blush not leaving his cheeks. "But, ah, I was trying to return to the Elfsong Tavern." He admitted
"The Elfsong? Dear, you're going in the completely wrong direction for that place." Astarion laughed once more and looked again at Gale's shoulder. "Hmm… Come, I'll take you somewhere…safe. Then we can have a look at that wound."
Gale hesitated. It was getting late, and his mother would be worried, but it would be worse to keep wandering the streets at night while injured, wouldn't it be? He nodded slowly, deciding to accept Astarion's offer of help. Plus, he would feel a little better knowing the elf was okay after being attacked like that.
"So, you're from Baldur's Gate, then?" He asked as he fell into place with Astarion while they weaved through the back alleys. Astarion moved through them as if he prowled them every night like it was second nature.
Astarion chuckled. "That I am. I'm guessing you're not."
"I'm from Waterdeep!" Gale answered. "The City of Splendors. This is my first time in a different city." He skipped along, attempting to keep up with Astarion's graceful pace.
"Ah, well, that explains it then." Astarion teased, glancing back at the young wizard with a smirk.
Gale pouted, his cheeks burning a little. He wasn't sure what it supposedly explained, but he wasn't going to give Astarion the satisfaction of him asking. Instead, he shifted the topic a little. "Have you always lived here? I was born in Waterdeep."
Astarion's expression shifted, and something in his eyes looked almost sad. "Hm. I've been here for as long as I can remember." He said solemnly.
Gale wondered more, he wanted to ask questions, but his mother would always scold him if he asked too many. Not everyone wanted to tell him their life story; that's what she told him. Still, it didn't lessen his curiosity.
As they continued to walk, Gale found it hard to keep up with Astarion's pace. His toe hit a raised stone, and he stumbled into Astarion, who turned around and grabbed him, stabilizing him.
"Ah, how foolish of me. I forgot it would be hard for you to see. You're human, after all." Astarion teased as he let go of him, but once again, there was something hidden in his eyes. Gale couldn't place his finger on it. Still, he blushed once more but thanked Astarion softly. Morena didn't raise an ungrateful brat, after all.
Astarion slowed his pace after that, and Gale was able to keep up beside him well enough through the alleys. Then, before he knew it, they were on the main road again. Gale smiled because a small part of him worried that Astarion would lead him to some den of thieves, but it looked like that sliver of concern was unwarranted.
"…Should we tell a guard about what happened?" Gale asked, thinking back to the man they left in the alley.
Astarion shook his head, brushing off the idea immediately. "There's no point." He said quickly as he scanned the streets. "The guards won't care."
Gale frowned. That didn't seem right. "They should…" He protested, which earned him a loud laugh from the elf.
"Oh, aren't you sweetly naive? Trust me, I was a magister. I know how it all works." Astarion said, his laugh bitter and his face twisting in a sneer. "No one really cares, not if enough gold lines the right pockets. So unless you have something to offer, don't expect them, or anyone, to help you." His gaze seemed distant as he continued. "People are only worth what they can give."
Gale frowned more; he didn't believe that. Not really… But yet, he understood where Astarion was coming from. Without his magic, he… Gale shook his head.
"No. I think you're worth more than that." He said firmly.
Then, Astarion stopped talking, walking in silence as they made their way down the main road in a direction Gale did recognize. They were close to Szarr Palace now.
Gale looked up in awe as they got closer to Szarr Palace. It looked even more foreboding at night. The towers were tall and covered the streets in shadows, and the red-paned windows flickered ominously with light.
He shifted his gaze from the palace to Astarion. Now wasn't the time to be transfixed. "Astarion?" He asked, wondering if maybe Astarion had been hurt and hadn't told him.
"I've changed my mind. I'm not doing this." Astarion said suddenly.
"Huh?" Gale tilted his head, not understanding.
Astarion turned to look at him. "I'm not helping you anymore. Get out of here. Now." He said, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture. "Shoo. Go."
Gale blinked. Had he done something wrong? He bit his lip. "…Why?" He asked softly.
"Ugh, seriously?" Astarion rolled his eyes with disgust. "Because you're an annoying little child, and I'm done with you." He reached out, grabbing Gale's injured shoulder and digging his nails into the gash. "Don't be so naive. No one just helps people for the sake of it." He shoved Gale.
Gale fell to the ground with a soft 'oof,' his hand clutching at his throbbing shoulder, his eyes wide as he stared up at Astarion, a little afraid from the sudden change in demeanour. "But…" He whimpered.
"I'm sure you can find the tavern from here," Astarion said before turning his back on Gale and starting to walk away.
#I don't know if I'll ever finish this#so uh#here#fanfiction#fanfic#wip#???#Maybe#bg3 fanfiction#bg3 gale#bg3 astarion
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Billy Hargrove-I hate you (pt.4)
It was only about 10 or 15 minutes before Billy came back out of the locker room. His hard was damp and his skin was glistening. He looked beautiful. “You ready to go?” He asked. “Yup lets go.” You followed him out to his Camaro. That car was about as beautiful as him. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to ride in it. He opened the passenger door for you like a gentlemen. Kinda shocking, you’ve never seen him do that for any of the girls he took back home with him after school. You expected the inside to be messy but he actually kept it very clean. “I like your car.” You said as he climbed in and started the engine. “Thanks.” Was all he said before loud rock music flooded your ears. Billy drove fast, really fast, but you loved every second of it. He has the windows down and you let your hand dance in the breeze. Billy was struggling to pay attention to the road. How could he. He thought you looked so perfect with your hair flowing behind you. The sun was shining perfectly on your face. He swore you looked like an angel. The two of you only spoke to give him directions. The ride ended too soon for you and nerves set in as you arrived at your house. Don’t be nervous. He’s just here for a project you kept telling yourself. You led him upstairs to your room. You cursed yourself for still sleeping with a stuffed animal and tried to move it before Billy saw but he was too quick. “This is cute.” He said holding up the bunny waving his little arm at you. “Shut up.” You yanked it out of his hands and placed it back on the bed. “Lets get focused Billy this is a huge project.” “You got it Princess.” “So any thoughts on what our topic should be? I know we’re not very far in yet but I’ve already read it to I’ve got a few ideas-“ “I’ve read it too.” He cut you off. “You, Billy Hargrove, read Pride and Prejudice?” “Yeah, I do read ya know. I’m sure it’s a huge shock to you.” “Yeah actually. You enjoyed it?” “Of course I did. Actually I think our topic should be about how Lizzie completely judged Darcy and didn’t even give him a chance to show her who he really was. Kinda like you.” That comment completely threw you off guard. “What? Like me? What the hell is that supposed to mean Billy?” “You, you’ve been judging me since you met me. Before we even spoke a word to me you decided you hated me.” “Judging you? You’ve been nothing but an asshole to everyone since you moved here! You’re mean to people, you’re violent, you’ve got this stupid huge ego, you use girls for sex and lead them on. Why would I ever like you.” Billy was fuming. “You don’t know shit about me (Y/n).” “Oh really? If you’re so different prove it to me. Show me what the real Billy is deep down.” “Fine, I will.” “Fine.” Neither of you broke eye contact. You finally realized just how close the two of you had gotten during the argument. Only a little closer and your noses would touch. Why did he have to be so fucking pretty you thought. You glanced down to his lips and back up to his sparking eyes. It was only a split second but he caught it. “How can I prove it to you?” He asked moving ever so slightly closer. Fuck it. You crashed your lips against his. It caught him off guard but only for a second before he was pulling you onto his lap, deepening the kiss. It felt like fireworks were going odd inside you. His lips were softer than you could ever imagine. You tangled your fingers into his golden hair as you straddled him. His lips were addicting. You never wanted to break away. He pushed you back onto the bed and broke the kiss so you both could catch your breath. “You’re so fucking beautiful ya know that princess.” You tried to turn your head as you felt your cheeks heat up. “Don’t you dare look away from me.” That little demand had your panties soaked. You pulled him into another hot kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him even closer to you. You felt his boner rub against you and you moaned into the kiss. That was he hottest sound Billy had ever heard in his life and he needed to make you do it again. He ground his hips back into you and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You were on cloud 9. You pinched your hand just to make sure it wasn’t another dream. Billys hand crept up your shirt to cup your breast. “Can I take this off?” Before you could answer you heard your front door open. “Fuck my parents.” You pushed him off you and adjusted your hair and shirt before grabbing your backpack and dumping all your schoolwork between the two of you. ‘Knock knock’ “(Y/n) honey, what do you think about pizza for dinner- oh who’s this?” Your mom asked. “Oh mom this is just Billy. We’re partners on this English project for the next few weeks so you’ll probably be seeing him a lot.” “Well it’s very nice to meet you Billy. You’re welcome to stay for dinner if you’d like.” “I’d love that Mrs.(L/n).” He flashed her his signature smile. “Alright well I’ll go ahead and order it and call you down when it gets here. Oh (Y/n) honey try to keep the door at least cracked open or your father will have a fit.” “Got it mom, thank you!” As she walked back down the steps you let out a deep sigh of release. “That was close.” You said. “Your moms really nice.” “Yeah she is.” “Are you guys close?” “Uh yeah we are. Whats with the mom questions?” “Nothing, it just seems nice.” He sort of whispered that last part. You wanted to ask but figured it would be best if you didn’t. At least for now. You cleared your throat, “So lets get back to the project I guess.”
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Confetti
part two
‘Why are you so nervous?’ Trent laughs as he could sense how nervous YN was in the passenger seat. ‘They’ll be so excited to see you’ he says.
As he pulls up infront of the Alexander Arnold’s household, the curtain moves and by the time they climb out and YN has a bouquet of flowers they were all running through the door.
‘Hello beautiful girl!’ Dianne beams, and pulling you into a tight hug. Her hands holding your face as she beams at you. Michael telling his wife to stop hogging you and hugging you.
You fell in love with the whole family, you absolutely adored them. So when you broke up with Trent, you weren’t just missing a boy you adored but also a safety blanket that the family provided.
‘How are you feeling about the tour?’ Michael asks.
‘Nervous’ you giggle. ‘We haven’t toured since 2020’ you explain.
Trent reaches for your hand. ‘It’ll be like riding a bike, you don’t forget how to do it’
‘And if you forget a move, just look to the first row for Marcel, he knows all the dances’ Tyler mocks, pulling a goofy face at the youngest brother.
The table erupt in laughter as Marcel looks down at his plate of food.
‘Does this mean you two have found each other again?’ Dianne asks as she packs you both off with leftovers.
You look over at Trent. You haven’t really spoke about it. You have been living with each other the past month, you have been going to Liverpool matches. Despite trying to keep in low-key you always kept getting spotted. Trent even came to a few Little Mix meetings. He came to the whole Madame Tussaud’s fitting and was so gassed about it all. Neither of you have brought up the topic of ‘what are we’ just enjoying being around each other.
‘Thank you for dinner’ you smile. You wave everyone goodbye as Trent backs out. ‘Told you they’ll be happy to see you, nothing could go as bad as the actual first meeting’ he says sticking his tongue out.
You let out a groan and hide your face in your hands at that awkward situation.
….
‘I’ll stand in for her’ Jordan runs over to the three girls who was just about to go from the top. He holds his water bottle as a microphone, and as soon as the music starts he puts on his best YN.
‘This is a shout out to my ex’ he sings. Heard he in love with some other chick’ he gives off a little scoff, entertaining everyone. ‘Yeah, yeah, that hurt me, I'll admit. Forget that boy, I'm over it’
You walk into the studio and watches as he dances around with Jade.
‘More sass’ Perrie laughs, and shows him how you do the move with him coping.
‘I hate you all’ you mock which makes everyone laugh. ‘Jords you can take my spot if you really wanna, I’ll be in Rizzle Kicks and give the fans what they want with a comeback’ you smile.
Later on you were all in the studio with the band to do the rock version of Women Like Me. You all losing your minds at how good it sounds, you all showing off your vocals and rocking out to the guitar. You all jump around in a huddle with excitement.
‘We good to put that in the set list then?’ Leigh asks with us nodding. The pressure of putting all the bangers into list and also adding fan favourites too. Leigh and Jade have been trying to fight to get Joan Of Arc in there but it hasn’t been successful yet.
‘I can’t have them three songs together because I won’t be able to get through them’ Jade says as we try to find the best arrangement.
After a while, everyone was happy with the set list. YN reached out for the phone, you let out a giggle reading a text from Trent which got the attention from Leigh.
‘What is going on with you and lover boy?’ she asks with a smirk.
They have all been a fan of Trent. They always saying he was your nicest ex.
‘Nothing’
Perrie scoffs. ‘That’s not what Alex has been saying’. Thought Trent would play in coy. ‘Trent has been going into training with loads of hickeys’
Jade and Leigh both squeal. ‘You little minx’ They pounce making them lay over you.
‘I don’t want to be next to your room, I remember how loud the two of you can be’ Perrie mocks with Jade mimicking your moans, with the three of them bursting in tears of laughter.
…..
Last night you and Perrie went to Anfield to support the boys, you being complete hooligans celebrating the goals and shouting at the ref, chanting with the fans, and just going through the rollercoaster with them. After the game you all went to the pitch and was having a little kickabout. The video of you and Perrie rugby tackling each other and scoring and doing different celebrations. You and Trent playing with Axel and just being the maniacs everyone knew you were.
‘I have missed you in my jersey’ Trent smirks as you give him a little spin. He gave it to you after the game after he scored and did a dance which was the last thing you told him to do the next time he scored (before you broke up). You laughing when you saw him and telling him that you couldn’t believe it that he remembered.
…..
You were just staring at your phone as you watched the 12 digit number light up the screen. You had deleted the number but you had memorised the number by heart, but you didn’t have the courage to accepting it and listening to what they had to say. You had just come out of a meeting about your future after Little Mix. You were on the way home to start packing for tour life, which was definitely going to be different from the last. You would come off the stage, get on the tour bus back to the hotel and then hit the tour. Dance on the dance floors, your aching feet was no longer achey. We have already decided a movie and desserts was the best way to do it now.
You climb onto the tour bus, hugging all the Since September boys, happy to see them all again. You adored them on Little Mix: The Search and you couldn’t wait for them to support you and the girls. You sat beside Jade who was in a Fifa game with one of the boys. You start jamming out on the guitar as you travel up the Motorway on the way to Belfast.
‘Can you remember your first tour?’ Jacob asks.
The girls look at each other all nodding and giggling.
‘When we wore our names on our shirts’ Leigh laughs.
‘And we had done this campaign with a hair dye company and we all had really bad hair styles’ Perrie laughs with Jade sassing back ‘Talk for yourself’.
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My Stadium Tour Experience
I finally saw the Stadium Tour after so long(I was 14 when I bought the tickets and I’m 17 next week so…). Anyway, here’s the quick summary
So I arrived like right when it started so I didn’t see Classless Act much, only one and half songs :/
Joan Jett
Ageless queen
Seriously she looks amazing for someone with her style and her age
And her voice….memorizing
I want to be Joan Jett when I get older
I sadly can’t recall the first song she played but the second one was Cherry Bomb and the stadium went wild
For an act that was 45 minutes it was so fun and I wish she had longer
Poison
So bands will play songs before they start to get the crowd hyped…they chose Welcome to the Jungle
Bret Michaels came run out onto the stage and went wild
I loved his energy so much
“Pretty Shiny boy Bret Michaels”-The ladies behind us
Y’all he had a harmonica solo and it went harder than it should have
C.C DeVille got his solo and the stadium was chanting his name
Did I know there was chance he would play Eruption and lead into Fallen Angel? Yes. Was I still prepared when it happened? Not at all
Every time you blink Bret Michaels has a different hat on
Something to Believe In *Mwah*
What was really cool was how Bret interacted with the fans. He let them touch his guitar and waved to them, and when he was driving back into the stadium, he stopped the golf cart and went and gave a few fans high fives
Mötley Crüe:
I saw tits
Okay yes I don’t like the Crüe much themselves but they know how to put on a show
That magic was kind of lost once the giant statues of women appeared and the focus was on the dancers….first portion was just pure rock and I loved that
There were two people dressed like 80’s rock stars, like, Party City kind of costumes and I thought it was funny
Nikki Sixx’s daughter was there and they showed him playing while engaging with her and yes, it was cute and every woman over forty went “awwww”
Nikki Sixx:* Talking to the crowd and has a towel* “Want this towel? Here, it’s like the one I gave your mom in 1986…that’s probably true actually*
Back to the tits, yes it was even Tommy was speaking and they were shown on the screen
“Three pairs of titties in Houston of all places…oh there we go.”
That was kind of funny because he looked like he had just been released into society after being locked up
In other news the guy next to us was a little too drunk….his friend were literally dragging him
I know Vince Neil can’t sing but…oh it was bad…The backing vocals and the crowd saved him
MICK MARS MY MAN! He was just rocking in his corner and I love him for that
Def Leppard
There was a timer and that was the longest ten minutes of my life
They started with Take What You Want and I would have sang along if I didn’t become paralyzed in awe and excitement
It never felt real. The whole thing was like the best dream of my life
Sav*does the thing* Me: HE DID THE THING
Joe Elliott I luv u 🥺
Sav wasn’t shown enough on the screens :(
They started playing Armageddon It and I went ballistic
*This Guitar* My mom: this is so good why haven’t you play me this song :(
I will mom I will I promise you
RICK ALLEN THE THUNDER GOD AT THE FRONT OF THE STAGE GOING AT IT AND THEN AGAIN A FEW SONGS LATER IN THE BACK
I did not expect Promises for some reason so I was shocked when they played it but it was BEAUTIFUL
Y’all Hysteria had clips of them ove the years and newspaper headings on how awesome they were and I got teary eye
Two Steps Behind>>> And when it was just Joe at the end oml he’s an Angel the lighting his voice amdbaldnalshwpdbd
They love each other so much it’s adorable I want that kind of bond and I hope I have it with my friends
Rick walking around with his little maraca ❤️❤️
Rick:*epic solo* Me: THATS WHY IVE WRITTEN THREE ESSAYS ABOUT THEM
“From my head to my…” I got that on video fyi
“Rick has something to say” “Gunter Glieben Glauchen Globen” *Chaotic screaming*
There were two drunk girls dancing in front of us and they weee just having the time of our life and it was cool to see
Did not expect them to end with Photograph…but it was an amazing ending
They could have gone on for hours and I would have enjoyed every single moment
They played Kings Of The World on the speakers when it was all over so it was a giant stadium just singing along…beautiful
I could go on and on but I won’t I might upload some photos and videos
In all, the best concert I’ve ever to. The crowd was much fun and you can tell everyone wanted to be there. I didn’t know if I wanted to be a rockstar or a middle age woman reliving her youth with her friends. Seeing Def Leppard was so surreal and unbelievable, and everyone was amazing(Vince…Vince tries. He tries).11/10 experience
#I would have posted this earlier but I took a melatonin in the car then woke up at 7:20 then went to a PSAT class that lasted till noon#then I got stuck in traffic and then I had to do homework and then I was talking to a friend and yea#def leppard#what am i doing with my life#mötley crüe#joan jett and the blackhearts#Joan Jett#poison band#y’all that was amazing#best night of my life
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A Deadbeat's Journal 27
A Jotaro Kujo x Blackfem reader story
Third person Narration
Jotaro after cutting the call is already looking up tickets to Brazil. He genuinely feels the loneliness of the night as even the stars dance alongside one another almost in jest of his bleak solitude. After mulling over Y/n’s words for the billionth time that evening he finally settles into a slumber as the waves of the ocean slowly rock him to his sleep.
Morning comes and he restarts the engine hoping by midday he can be back ashore and seriously making moves back to her and by midday a ½ of his goal is accomplished and he lands. Unlike the vibrant port of Zanzibar , filled to the brim with awe-looking tourists and inviting locals , the shores of Beira are filled with fishermen looking for their daily meals and children playing on the shores during their lunch break. They simply stare slightly at the foreigner who appears seemingly out of nowhere but soon looks away without a care in the world to this foreign specimen. After finding a suitable garage and parking his yacht, he sets off inwards of the town to find a motel.
He records for y/n an overview of the new city he gland at and by the time he gets to a cheap hotel he scoured for online for over an hour , he’s absolutely exhausted already contemplating the next phase of his journey,
Just then a sudden notification goes off his phone and when he checks on the messenger is shocked by the email he sees and decides on calling the number as per requested
“Hello , is this Mhambi?”
“Oh Mr Jotaro, I did not expect you to call me so soon .”Mhambi responds cheerfully with tinges of distress.
“I’m actually quite excited about the idea you have proposed with me and I was too excited to not call as soon as I read your email.”He responds slightly out of breath from moving erratically around the room.
“I’m glad you think so. Though I’m just a small time environmentalist , I appreciate you taking the time off your day to further discuss this.”
“If small time means literally being a Nobel nominee then Albert Einstein made a small theory.”He says in utter shock at her word and Mlamba simply chuckles at his incredulity.
“Well. If you don’t mind, we can meet up this evening. I know a lovely dinner spot that is in a cave and I’m sure a foreigner like you would love to see something of the sort.” She says and after jotting down the place and time they should meet , Jotaro ends the call.
He takes a slight whiff of his shirt and decides a scrub in the shower is a necessity to undertake. As he rubs himself off he contemplates further of the opportunity that has simply fallen into his lap. For some reason the puzzles seem to seamlessly mend together ever since he got that award and minus the depression that comes with being 80% alone, he’s really basking in the light of his achievements despite how backbreaking and prolonging the Mombasa project entailed and by the time he is done with the shower a fantastical daydream of his future career moves hastens his pace to meet Mlambe.
He’s soon done and with time to spare quickly finds a bike to take him to the cave restaurant and just as promised the restaurant is spectacular. Dark aside from the pink and purple LED lamps hidden within the cave rocks has him thinking that he stepped into a world similar to that in Harry potter and when he was advised to remove his shoes as the cave is closer to the shore, his inner white man was already squealing in joy. He is soon directed to their table and Mlamba is decked in a form fitting little black dress with softer pearl jewellery as accessories and eyes so wide you would think you’re staring in a bottomless dark pit. Her dark skin glows in the multitudes of colours the lamps exude and she brings out a small smile in acknowledgement.
“Hi Jotaro, nice to see you “ She says as they engage in a polite hug.
“Nice to see you too, Mlamba. Here are some flowers. And you look beautiful.” He says as he hands over some flowers he had picked up on the way.
“Wow what a gentleman. Where have you been hiding all this time?” She says in a flattered tone as she keenly looks into the composition of the flowers ,
“Oh and locally sourced! You really are keen.” She says as she places them to her side of the table,
“How can I hand an environmentalist flowers that aren’t ethically sourced and produced? You’d judge me to death.” He says with a smile of his own and she laughs in surprise though does not refute his statement.
They take into talking about the plans as the waiter leaves to place their order and she says,
“I’m actually glad you are doing this entire expedition because I’ve been dying to meet you after your second thesis on whale life in Japanese coasts and your work on protecting the endangered species there.” She says while nursing her second cup of wine.
“Oh thank you, that's such an honour. Is this why you considered me looking over the fish?” He questioned as he slowly downs his first whiskey,
“Something like that. I also did not want to deal with old creeps who have misogynistic undertones.” She says with a frown and he nods in agreement.
“Fully understandable.” He responds and the food is brought by. He decided on letting Mlamba choose the food he’d be eating and after a bite is seemingly intrigued and continues wolfing down on the food.
“Damn, you didn’t have lunch?” She questions as she notices him almost halfway done with his food barely five minutes into their dinner.
“Something like that.” He responds bashfully and straightens up to eat at a slower pace.
“So, why are you doing this expedition, especially on your own. You don’t have anyone to go around the world with?” She questions whilst looking at him in an unreadable expression, sipping her wine with ease.
“I did but my girlfriend was interested in pursuing other dreams and so she went to Brazil.”He replies with a fonder tone.
“Oh,girlfriend. I wouldn’t have guessed. Where did you both live before?” She questions once again, tone a tad more alert than usual.
“Kenya. She’s a lawyer.” He responds while spooning the last of his food on his empty plate.
“Oh that’s amazing. Can I see her?” Mlamba says with a smile and excitedly pulls out her phone to show her pics of her with him and some that seem more stalkerish than normal.
“You must be really fond of her.” She muses as she returns the phone.
“Definitely. She made my life there easier.”He responds with a smile while pocketing the phone. Realising all he’s spoken about is himself, he questions,
“And what about you ? Is there anyone special in your life?”
“There was. Now my love life is dryer than the Namibian desert.”She says with a sigh
“Yikes, what happened?”
She proceeds to tell the sob story of how she had travelled all the way to America to meet her long term long distance relationship as she heard rumours circulating that he was getting married to someone and lo and behold she finds him in the middle of a dowry negotiation. By the time her story draws to an end , she is whimpering and some of the tables around them look at Jotaro in disdain as he attempts to slightly pat her shoulder.
“Oh I don’t know what has come over me. I genuinely thought he was the one you know. Come to find out he planned to make me the secret African wife!” She exclaims as she wipes off her tears, makeup smudged from the mascara and eyes stinging with a red hue.
“Oh wow. I’m sorry.” Jotaro says awkwardly as he gestures for her to drink more water.
“I’m sorry , I’m supposed to be more professional than this, however it feels relieving to tell you. I couldn’t tell anyone close to me as they warned me about him so thank you for listening.”She responds, fully composed now though a round of hiccups have replaced her crying.
“You should tell them. They could be judgy but they’ll put the “I told you so” on hold until after you’ve fully healed.” He responds with a smile,
“Oh thank you. You have a sweet smile. Come on, let's pay and I’ll give you my draft for the project.” She calls for the waiter and after he brings the receipt , Jotaro forcefully insists on paying and after a minor back and forth she agrees to let him pay on the condition that she’ll tip the waiter
“Thank you for this and listening to my sob-rant I appreciate it.” She says as he puts her on an uber.
“No problem. I just saw the link you sent me. I’ll be telling you this , "Expect a response during the midday cause I’m just going to bed after this.” And she laughs, simply nods as she walks in and waves bye at him as the car speeds off. As he calls his own car. He notices a call and does not wait for the second ring to answer the question.
* * *
Working with Mlamba gets rid of the slump Jotaro formerly heard. For the first time, it seems that his working skills align very well with her. Though this isn't to say that he’s never worked well with other researchers but rather never been so in tune with ideas on how the research is to phase out and as the days go by, his loneliness is easily curbed.He spends almost every morning with her and by the evening they have dinner at the street vendors outside. Moreover, major progress is being made in their research and to celebrate Mlamba proposes something for the upcoming weekend.
“The club, I don’t know, I don’t think my girlfriend would be comfortable with the idea of me going to such a place when she’s not close by and since our relationship is very young, I don’t feel like raising unnecessary tension.”
“Aren’t you bored of always being at home, besides she sounds understanding based on the conversations you guys have.” She says offhandedly as they close up the lab for the day.
“Are you eavesdropping on my conversations with her?” Jotaro questions with a slight scoff on his tone.
“Not even my fault, I just happened to walk by the one time she called you during work. I didn’t even listen to what you guys were saying, I just remember a soft tone .” She says arms raised in surrender as Jotaro looking down on her with a raised brow.
“She is understanding. It's honestly a surprise how understanding she’s gotten, however I’m not willing to put my relationship on the line for a night out in a club that I’m 90% sure will not enjoy to the fullest.” He says pointedly to cut the conversation short.
“Oh please, all my friends have been asking to go out and I feel pressured to go after a few weeks of ghosting them . Plus aren’t you too trustworthy? Do you really believe she doesn’t have her way all the way in Brazil?” Mlamba responds, her tone getting slightly harsh nearing the end of the sentence.
Jotaro simply shakes his head and after pondering for a few seconds on their walk to the bus stop, takes out his phone and dials her number.
“Hey baby, how has your day been?” Y/n says as he overheads a mocking repetition of her sentence by Patience while Abdul laughs loudly in the background.
“Hi my love I’m perfectly fine.” Jotaro responds with a smile on his face, the tensions on his shoulders immediately relieving themselves.
“What a random time to call me, Is everything okay?”She asks and Mlamba, silently listening to their conversations, jabs slightly at Jotaro’s waist to proceed with the question.
“Well I do have something to ask. I’d like to go to the club with a couple of friends I’ve met over here . Would you be okay with that?” He asks worriedly .
“Of course. I’m so glad you’re making friends out there.You’ve been so lonely over the past few weeks it's been worrying me. And you shouldn’t ask to enjoy yourself. I trust you.” She says with a jovial tone. Jotaro can already imagine the smile on her face and wishes, for the nth time this month, that she was closeby.
“Okay , I just wanted you to be comfortable. I don’t want us crossing any boundaries in the relationship.” He says .
“Don’t worry jojo.”
“I’ll call you later okay? I love you.”
“Love you too” She says with a slight pout and he waits for her to cut the phone before placing it back in his pocket.
“Now that you have permission. Can I confirm with my friends that I will be coming alongside you?” She says as they wait for the bus to arrive. At this time the stop is filled with teenagers recounting the days shenanigans in their variously coloured uniforms, working mothers who are already arguing with the nanny on what should the family should have for dinner, men barely keeping awake after a long work shift in the office and hawkers attempting to sell their roasted beans and cashew nuts to the passengers. The evening air stilling as the sun sets slowly behind their bus stop and some curiously looking at the quiet mammoth that is Jojo next to the short and bubbly Mlamba who is conversing on the phone as she excitedly shares the plans for the next day with her friends. So yeah, just another peaceful evening for him at the bus stop.
He likes the pace of life here. It seems like every second passes by slowly like a rainy cloud gradually covering the blue skies. It makes you want to live and embrace every moment. That’s why he hated the capitals, especially in developing worlds. They seem extremely fast , they remind you that life is a mere mist, here one minute and gone the next.Not even a second to breathe one has already moved on to the next thing.
“Hey Jotaro?” Mlambo questions after noticing he had spaced out .
“Yeah yeah?”
“It's official, we are going clubbing till the morning tomorrow and the best part is all my friends can make it.”
“Yey” Jotaro responds unenthusiastically.
“Show more passion, shout YEY!” She says whilst letting out a hurray that has some people turning heads in slight annoyance.
“No, you should be grateful I haven’t yet backed out of the plan.” He warningly says.
“I know you can’t do that , right?” Mlamba says in a worried tone and he simply smiles and shrugs his shoulders as he watches her face contort into a series of expressions that document her spiralling.
* * *
When they enter, the club is empty almost as though it opened only a few minutes ago. Their group of eight though is able to find ample seating and start already on buying a bottle of whiskey.
“We could have started with cocktails, or even a beer?” Jotaro says whilst simultaneously wondering what state their livers are in.
“Jotaro here, we even believe the best way to get rid of a hangover is by pouring another shot.” David , one of Mlamba’s closest friends says with a smirk.
“That’s insane.” He shudders out loud whilst sipping his long island cocktail.The Dj playing the lamest hits he could find in his folder, the club barely hype , Jotaro begins to think he should have instead read one of the books Y/n recommended or even spent hours on the phone with her rather than this. Well at least the company is tolerable.
“We should get another Jack Daniel's , this one seems on the brink of ending. Waiter!” One of the squealing girls in their entourage shouts, makeup and hair done to the T , she’s a stunning doll
“Nevermind.” Jotaro mutters to himself.
Mlamba , noticing her guest slowly retreating to the confines of his corner in his booth , scooches over to be closer to him. Already a tad tipsy and slightly high over what Jotaro hopes is simply weed she whispers, in the barely loud are,
“Do we seem a bore to you jojo?”
“No” He stiffly replies, slightly ruffled by the use of his nickname.
“Then dance.”
“The music is , for lack of a better word, dogshit.”
“Okay, but you owe me a dance when the place gets hype.” She sweetly says as she goes back to talk to some of the girls alongside the group.
And unlike Jotaro’s lacklustre expectations of what the night will bring , the place does get indeed better, especially since they switched the Djs out and brought in more 2000 classics mixed with 2010s EDM and some Afrobeats, the once boring entertainment centre seems to fill with a group of people around their age group and thus the night truly begins.
After his two cocktails and a few sips of the whiskey , Jotaro feels loose enough to converse with the people around him and them, noting that his guard is completely done, runs him a wave of questions that seem more like a tsunami. And he, though still slightly alert, is even willing to disclose some vulnerable information.
“So can we see the very mysterious girlfriend you keep mentioning.” One of the dolls, Yasmine, asks with a smirk in her face, And despite attempting to move on to other topics everyone in the table, especially Mlamba continuously insists on seeing her and he reluctantly removes his phone and gets out the first picture he can find of her.
The booth stares in silence as they look in awe at the image displayed amid the dim lighting of the club. And after a few seconds of what Jotaro considered to be deafening silence puts his phone back in his pockets.
“You need to tell me what you did to bag a girl like her, that ass is PHAT!” Jonah, one of the more extroverted of Mlamba ’s friend group loudly says and even though Jotaro chastises him for his remark,he can’t help but let out a smile in agreement.
“And while you’re at it direct me to her sister,” David says in awe. Jotaro hates to admit it but nothing boosts his ego more than knowing that everyone knows that she’s taken. By him.
Mlamba stays silent while the others sing choruses for her beauty and after a few more sips of whiskey he is inclined to divulge more general information about her. As the hype around her dies down, people start picking their partners to dance . And as he makes himself more comfortable in his seat, a more intoxicated Mlamba slurred in a whiny voice
“Jojo, you promised me a dance, why are you seated?”
“It's not like we’re waltzing, you can go dance, you don’t really need a partner.” Jotaro says with a shooing motion, already in the midst of simply enjoying the limbness of his tipsiness.
“Pleaseee” She whines even more. Jotaro doesn’t know why the sudden urge to shove her away from his arm almost overtakes him but , as a silent apology for his spur of the moment anger, he decides to appease her
Squealing in joy, she leads him to the dance floor. It starts off tame , even enjoyable as she encourages him to dance some of the more footsie local moves that most people and their friends do. Even her other friends join in and it starts a whole dance circle as the energising Afropop tunes play out . Then it turns to become a bit more sexual and she attempts to whine at him.
“Yeah I think I should get back to my seat.” He says, already uncomfortable with the amount of people grinding at him.
“Just one more song.” She insists.
“No, I don’t feel uncomfortable doing this. Plus I have a girlfriend. What would she think if she saw me in this situation?”
“Good thing she doesn’t have to see since she’s so far away from you.” Mlamba says with a smirk. He , making sure she doesn’t get hurt, shoves her away.
“I can’t believe you. I’m leaving”
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Hello once more! Sorry I lied about the back to regular scheduling. I'm heading to uni and its been a hassle, plus I was on holiday halfway of August. Some sad news coming up but I promise it will not be all dreadful
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jack sikora teaching reader how to shoot a gun. yeah. he would do that right?
jack sikora x reader - pull the trigger
A woman? Shooting guns and blazing arms? No man had ever dreamed of such a thing in this town. But here you stood, defying expectations as you sauntered into the dimly lit saloon, your presence demanding attention even amidst the haze of smoke and chatter. Jack Sikora, the enigmatic Gunslinger, observed you with a mixture of surprise and skepticism, his piercing gaze assessing you as you approached.
You could feel the weight of his scrutiny, but you held your ground, undeterred by the doubt in his eyes. With a confidence born of years spent navigating the rough and tumble world of the Wild West, you locked eyes with Jack and tossed a dagger at the dart board, the blade sinking deep into the center with a satisfying thud.
A flicker of astonishment crossed Jack's features before he schooled his expression into one of guarded composure. "Well, I'll be damned," he muttered, his voice low and gravelly, thick with a Southern drawl that sent shivers down your spine. "A lady with a steady hand and a sharp aim."
You grinned, a playful glint in your eye. "Don't let the skirts fool you, darlin'. I'm more than just a pretty face."
Jack's lips quirked into a half-smile, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards in a way that made your heart race. "I reckon you are," he replied, his tone laced with a hint of admiration. "But what's a gal like you doing in a place like this? Ain't you got better things to do than play with knives and guns?"
You shrugged, feigning nonchalance even as your pulse quickened beneath your skin. "Maybe I just like a little excitement now and then. Keeps life interesting, don't it?"
Jack regarded you for a moment, his gaze thoughtful as he weighed your words. Then, with a decisive nod, he gestured towards the empty table in the corner of the saloon. "Well, if excitement's what you're after, darlin', you've come to the right place. Pull up a chair, and let's see what you're made of."
And so began your unlikely partnership with the Gunslinger, as Jack took you under his wing and taught you the art of shooting. From pistols to rifles, from close-quarters combat to long-range precision, he showed you the ropes with a patience and skill that belied his gruff exterior.
The days turned into weeks, and with each passing hour spent in Jack's company, you found yourself drawn to him in ways you couldn't explain. There was something about the way he moved, the way he spoke, that set your heart racing and left you breathless with anticipation.
But you focused; didn’t want to get too comfortable too soon.
———
The sun beat down mercilessly as you stood in the midst of the dry desert, the air shimmering with heat waves that danced like mirages on the horizon. Jack Sikora, ever the watchful mentor, stood beside you with his arms crossed, his keen eyes fixed on the six targets that lay hidden behind rocks scattered across the landscape.
"All right, darlin'," Jack drawled, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Let's see what you're made of. Six targets, six shots. You reckon you can handle it?"
You squared your shoulders, the weight of the revolver in your hand a familiar comfort. "Only one way to find out," you replied, your voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
With a nod from Jack, the targets sprang to life, each one popping up from its hiding place with a metallic clang. Without hesitation, you took aim, the world around you fading into nothingness as you focused all your attention on the task at hand.
One shot, and the first target fell, the bullet finding its mark with deadly accuracy. Two, three, four—the gunfire echoed across the desert as you moved from target to target, each one dropping like a stone as your bullets found their mark.
By the time the last target had fallen, a stunned silence had descended upon the desert, broken only by the sound of your pounding heart and the soft click of the revolver as you lowered it to your side. Six shots, six hits—all clustered tightly in the heart area, as if guided by some unseen hand.
Jack's expression was a mixture of astonishment and pride as he regarded you, his usual stoicism melting away to reveal a rare glimpse of admiration. "Well, I'll be damned," he breathed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "I reckon I ain't never seen shootin' like that before."
You couldn't help but grin at the praise, a surge of triumph coursing through your veins. "Guess I got lucky," you quipped, though deep down you knew it was more than just luck that had guided your hand.
Jack chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "Luck ain't got nothin' to do with it, darlin'. That was pure skill, plain and simple."
With the targets dispatched and your victory secured, Jack slung an arm around your shoulders, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Come on," he said, his voice warm with approval. "I reckon it's time we celebrated your newfound talent."
And so, with the taste of victory still fresh on your lips, you followed Jack back to town, the promise of a celebratory drink at his pal's place spurring you onwards. As you walked, the desert sun beat down on your back, casting long shadows across the arid landscape—a reminder that even in the harsh wilderness of the Wild West, there was always room for triumph and camaraderie.
———
The saloon doors swung open with a creak as you and Jack stepped inside, the cool darkness of the interior a welcome respite from the blazing heat outside. The air was thick with the scent of whiskey and tobacco, and the sound of raucous laughter filled the room as patrons mingled and drank, seeking refuge from the harsh realities of life in the Wild West.
You made your way to the bar, the eyes of the other patrons following you as you moved with a confidence that bordered on audacity. Jack followed close behind, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces.
"Two whiskeys, please," you called to the bartender, flashing him a coy smile that promised trouble. As he poured the drinks, you turned to Jack, a mischievous glint in your eye. "So, Mr. Sikora, what's the occasion? Celebrating my newfound talent, or just looking for an excuse to buy a lady a drink?"
Jack chuckled, his lips quirking into a half-smile that made your heart skip a beat. "Maybe a bit of both, darlin'," he replied, his voice low and husky. "But mostly, I reckon I just wanted an excuse to spend some time with the most intriguing woman I've ever met."
You felt a blush creep across your cheeks at the compliment, but you refused to let it show as you lifted your glass in a silent toast. "Well, aren't you the smooth talker," you teased, taking a sip of whiskey that burned pleasantly on your tongue. "But be careful, Mr. Sikora. Flattery will get you everywhere, but it might also get you into trouble."
Jack raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering down to where your skirt had hiked up slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin. "Trouble, huh?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Now that sounds like my kind of party."
You laughed, the sound ringing out like music in the dimly lit saloon. "Careful what you wish for, cowboy," you warned, your tone playful but tinged with a hint of danger. "You might just get more than you bargained for."
As the evening wore on, the whiskey flowed freely, and the conversation between you and Jack grew increasingly flirtatious. With each passing moment, the tension between you crackled like electricity in the air, the heat of desire simmering just beneath the surface.
And then, with a daring glint in your eye, you reached beneath the table and hiked up your skirt, revealing a glimpse of shapely leg that left Jack momentarily speechless. His eyes widened in surprise, his breath catching in his throat as he struggled to regain his composure.
"The most dangerous part about a woman," you murmured, your voice a low purr that sent shivers down Jack's spine, "is that she can shoot wearing a skirt."
Jack swallowed hard, his gaze locked on yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. "Well, darlin'," he replied, his voice thick with desire,
"I reckon that's a risk I'm willing to take."
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November - Chapter 10
*Warning Adult Content*
- Oliver -
As lonely as it was, Oliver knew he needed one more night to mourn the end of his relationship with Brad.
He tried to get all the tears out of his system so he could focus on being happy and making the most of the rest of his trip.
Cooper was a great guy and he didn't deserve to have Oliver moping around while he was spending time with me.
Once he finished packing up all his stuff, Oliver took one last look at the hotel room and then turned and put it all behind him.
He checked out of the hotel and went outside to sit on the curb and wait for Cooper.
He hated that the first week of his trip had ended in heartbreak but he was excited to spend the second week with Cooper.
He liked being around him and he was sure he'd be feeling better after just a few minutes in his presence.
It was starting to rain when Cooper pulled into the parking lot but he waved and smiled when he saw Oliver.
Before he could pick up both of his bags, Cooper was out of the pick-up truck and grabbing Oliver’s other bag to put in the backseat.
"How are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm okay," Oliver says, putting the bag he was holding in the backseat as well.
"I just have to move on and hanging out with you and seeing more of Washington will definitely keep my mind off everything else. What's the plan for today?"
"We're going to stop by my house first to drop off your stuff and then we can head over to Rialto Beach. It's not far from my house and I love going there on blustery days like today."
"Sounds great to me," Oliver smiles, thinking about how Cooper could enjoy anything, even the beach on a rainy day.
"I hope you'll like it. Pacific Northwest beaches are different from what you've got in southern California. More rugged. It's amazing to see how angry the ocean is on days like this. I can spend hours watching the waves crash against the sea stacks and roar up onto the sand."
"That sounds awesome. And it's so beautiful out here that the rain doesn't even diminish the scenery."
Cooper grins at Oliver as they got in the truck.
"I'm glad you feel that way."
Once they are out of town, the young man stared out the window at the trees and the lake.
He would have been fine riding along quietly and just taking in the scenery but he hears the faint sound of music.
"Do you get any radio stations out here?"
"Not many. I keep some CDs in my truck instead."
"What do you have?"
"No one specific. I just put a bunch of songs I like on a CD so I have variety."
Oliver laughs.
"Old school, like making a mix tape. I like it."
Cooper turns up the volume and Oliver vaguely recognized the cheerful song.
It was Amy Grant's ‘Baby, Baby’ which was one of the last things he expected to hear.
He grins, looking over at Cooper.
"Wow, I haven't heard this song in years."
"I love this song," Cooper replied, a big smile lighting up his face.
He began to sing the lyrics, dancing in his seat and gesturing with one hand while keeping the other on the wheel.
Oliver didn't remember all the words but he moved back and forth to the music and kept his eyes on Cooper.
It was hilarious seeing this huge, bearded man singing along to this song and making up his own dance moves.
Cooper was a terrible singer but he was having so much fun with it.
Oliver had no doubt that he'd made the right decision to stay in Washington with Cooper.
His upbeat, playful attitude and kind, caring personality were exactly what he needed right now.
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Cooper's house was just outside of town, down a gravel drive and surrounded by trees. It was a small house that resembled a log cabin, with rich brown wood and a green tin roof. There was a covered porch on the front with a couple rocking chairs.
"This is great," Oliver said, looking around at the trees.
"It's like you're in your own little forest."
"That's what I was aiming for. I love sitting on the porch without having to see cars and people go by. It's peaceful, just me and the elk."
"Really? I've never seen an elk in person. Do you think I'll see one while I'm here?"
"I'm sure you will. Sometimes they're out in the yard in the morning. We'll keep an eye out for them."
He follows Cooper into the house.
It was modestly decorated with lots of outdoorsy elements.
Fortunately, there weren't any animal heads on the wall.
That kind of thing always creeps Oliver out.
There were two small bedrooms, each with its own bathroom and Cooper led his guest to one of them and set Oliver’s bags inside.
The whole house felt like a home, comfortably lived in and well cared for.
The young man knew housing prices were probably a lot cheaper here than in southern California but even so, he really admired how Cooper had his life together.
When Oliver went back out to the living room, Cooper looked him up and down.
"Is that your only jacket?"
"Yeah. Is it okay?"
"For California, it's fine but you'll need something warmer and waterproof for the beach. I've got one you can borrow."
The navy blue rain jacket Cooper gave Oliver was huge on him and made him feel like a kid but it smelled like Cooper and if he closed his eyes, it was almost like Cooper was giving him a warm hug.
******
At the parking area for the beach, Oliver could smell the salty ocean air as soon as he stepped out of the truck.
There were a few trees in front of them and a stretch of driftwood just beyond the trees.
It was still raining a little and the wind was cold but Oliver hardly felt it with Cooper's jacket on.
"We have to walk through the logs," Cooper says.
"Might have to climb over a few. Be careful, because the wood can get slippery when it's wet."
The logs were huge and all bleached by the sun.
It was as though the shore was littered with giant bones and it gave the beach an eerie feel.
But it was a beautiful eerie, not creepy eerie.
Cooper waited as Oliver climbed over some of the logs, standing close in case he needed something to hold onto.
On the other side of the logs, Oliver stops and takes in the sight before him.
The sand was a dark grey and much of the shore was covered in smooth, oval rocks.
The grey-green water was capped with white as waves crested and broke, starting with a dull roar in the distance and then getting louder and louder until they crashed onto the shore.
In the distance, there was a big, rocky island topped with dark evergreen trees on the left and to the right several massive rock formations rose from the ocean.
"Wow. This is incredible," Oliver says to Cooper.
"Definitely not like the beaches I'm used to. What are those?" he asked, pointing at the rock formations.
"Sea stacks. They were formed by the wind and water eroding away cliffs until all that's left are those rocky columns."
"Rugged is the perfect word to describe this. And I see exactly what you mean when you say the ocean is angry. Is it like this when you're out fishing?"
"It can be," Cooper replied.
"I learned pretty quickly to respect the ocean. It's beautiful, but it can be absolutely deadly."
Oliver was struck with the sudden thought of Cooper out on one of the fishing boats, getting tossed about by the waves.
He hadn't thought about how dangerous his job could be but seeing the ocean on a day like this put it into perspective.
‘If Cooper was my boyfriend, I'd be a nervous wreck the entire time he was out on a fishing job.’
Maybe it wasn't just the distance that had bothered his ex-boyfriends.
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FaceTime
Summary: You get to talk to Steve while he’s on a mission
Word count: 1.5k
Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!Reader (fem language used)
A/N: My longest fic ever so far! I’ve had this idea bouncing around my brain since I first started this blog and I finally got it down into words. I already kind of want to write a part 2 😳 Unrelated to the fic but I’m really close to 100 followers 😵😵 and I’m so excited! I’ve been having a lot of doubts about my place here but you guys’s kindness makes it all worth it 💕🥰💕
You couldn’t help it, you missed your Steve so bad it hurt. The stress of him being off on a mission formed a rock in your stomach that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you cried. You were only supposed to be separated from him for 3 days, always sad to say goodbye for any amount of time, but you still had Bucky to keep you warm and cozy while Steve was gone. But 3 days turned to nearly a week, and now Sunday was here, your family movie day, and Steve was still gone. He texted you (or rather Bucky, who relayed the texts to you) as often as he could, but the mission was consuming most of his time.
You clung to Bucky’s bicep on the couch as Rapunzel danced around the square with all the townsfolk, a scene that usually had you dancing all around the living room just like the princess, but your energy was too low today. Movie day just wasn’t the same without both of your daddies by your side. You felt bad, not wanting to seem ungrateful or cause Bucky to think you didn’t love him as much, so you made sure to nuzzle into him as closely as possible, for the sake of his comfort as well as his. You didn’t need to say anything. Bucky knew how badly you missed Steve, because he missed him too. He glanced back down at his phone as it vibrated, an incoming text from Steve.
“Finally got him. Just need to get everything squared away and we’re done. Call you from the hotel soon Xx”
Bucky felt his heart warm and a smile come to his face. You looked up at him questioningly.
“Babydoll, I have an idea. Why don’t you get out your art supplies and make a welcome sign for when papa gets home?”
You nodded eagerly, excited to have an activity to distract you from the swirl of sadness in your tummy. You hopped up from the couch, running to your art drawer and dragging it all to the dining table.
“You help?” You asked.
“Not right now, baby, I gotta do some chores, since papa isn’t around to help me.” Bucky joked, ruffling your hair as he walked into the kitchen and began taking the cleaning supplies out from under the sink. He didn’t tell you, but he was excited for a distraction too, something to keep him from looking at his phone every second until Steve called.
Over at your table, you set out a large sheet of paper and got to work. You used all the colors of glitter glue you had to spell out ‘WELCOME HOME PAPA!!!’ and were now surrounding the words with little drawings of butterflies and bunnies, hearts and stars. You were deeply invested in your work, Bucky pausing his work on the dishes to watch you with eyes full of love. He felt a buzz in his pocket and his heart skipped.
“I miss you two. Ready to call?”
“Hey pumpkin, I just got a text from papa! He’s at the hotel and he misses you so bad, he wants to video chat with you.” He called out, waving you over to the couch where he took a seat.
Your head shot up and you dropped your crayons, abandoning your crafts as you ran to Bucky and his phone. You watched as your daddy selected Steve's name from his favorites list and his contact picture filled the screen, a picture of you on his back from a day at the park, both of your faces twisted with laughter at a joke you couldn’t even remember. You climbed eagerly into Bucky’s lap, trying to get as close to the phone as possible. You’d crawl through the screen and right into Steve’s arms if you could. The seconds between rings felt like eternity until suddenly the picture faded and your papa’s face came into full view, slightly disheveled from the mission but clean and cozy in his pajamas. His eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face as his two favorite people filled his phone screen.
“PAPA!!!” You shouted into the speaker.
“Woah babydoll!” Steve laughed, raising his eyebrows. “You miss me?”
“Um… YES!”
“Well guess what, baby.”
“What?”
“I miss you too!”
You blushed, burying your head back into Bucky’s shoulder to hide it.
“Aww, babydoll, let me see that face again.”
Hearing his voice suddenly reminded you that you couldn’t be with him right now, not really, and how badly you wished you could be engulfed in Steve’s arms as well. You just wanted sprawl on his wide chest and feel his strong arms hold you in place, safe and warm. Your heart ached, wanting to climb out of your chest and run to him. Thinking about it started to make your face heat up, your eyes pricking with tears and your lower lip beginning to quiver. Bucky felt two little teary spots appear on his shirt.
“Doll, you alright?” He whispered down into your ear.
You sniffed and nodded, raising your head back up and turning back towards the camera. The sight of your teary face made Steve’s heart shatter.
“Honeypie…” Steve sighed.
“I just want you back papa.” You whined, the tears spilling down your hot cheeks against your will.
“I know, baby. Believe me, there’s nothing I want more right now than to be on that couch with you and daddy.”
“Me too, Stevie.” Bucky chimed in.
Steve reached down and held up his necklace to the camera. Two dog tags on a chain, one with your information and the other with Bucky’s. All three of you had a matching set with the other’s tags that you kept on at all times.
“You got your tags baby?” He asked.
You reached into the neck of your shirt, pulling out the steel necklace.
“Of course!” You said, proudly.
“Good girl. Just remember, as long as you have those, I’m there with you keeping you safe, okay baby?”
“Okay daddy.” You kissed the dog tags before putting them back in your shirt. This made Steve grin.
“Now, I have a surprise for you baby. You too, Buck.”
“You do?!” You asked, Bucky raising his eyebrows behind you, excited to hear what Steve had to say but not wanting to take away from your moment.
“We’re shipping out of here in a few hours. If everything goes smoothly, I’ll be back home by the time you wake up.”
Your jaw dropped, and you glanced back and forth, turning your head from Bucky to Steve and back in absolute delight.
“So you be a good little girl for your daddy and get to sleep nice and early tonight. I’ll be home before you know it.”
“How are we supposed to fall asleep with the excitement of seeing you?” Bucky laughed, and you nodded eagerly, sensing an opportunity.
“Yeah! Stay up all night for papa!” you cheered.
“Don’t encourage her, Buck” Steve tried to roll his eyes but couldn’t help but smile. How did he get so lucky to have not one but TWO people who loved him this much?
“Oh, but just think, if she stays up all night tonight, all she’ll wanna do tomorrow is cuddle.” Your daddy pointed out.
Steve took into account his aching muscles, the pounding in his head, and the burning behind his eyes from nearly a week of hardcore superhero duties. A day of naps with his two loves seemed like heaven.
“Alright, I see your point. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when she’s full of energy tomorrow night.” He smiled. “Well, I don’t want to say it, but I’ve gotta get going if I want to keep everything on track to get back as soon as I can, okay my sweethearts?”
“Noo papa! Stay on the phone all night!” You begged.
“I wish I could, babydoll, I really do. Be a good girl for daddy, okay?”
“Okay…” You groaned, leaning your head back on Bucky’s chest where he bent down to kiss the top of your head.
“I can’t wait to see you again, honey.” Bucky said.
“Me too sweetie. See you two in the morning!”
“Bye Stevie!”
“BYE PAPA!!!!” You frantically blew as many kisses as you could at the screen before it turned black. You turned back around to face bucky, your eyelashes still stuck together from your earlier tears.
“What do you think, sweetie, you wanna stay up tonight and help me get the house ready for papa?”
You nodded and jumped up, running back to your crafting supplies.
“I’ll make the decorations! You make the snacks!” You excitedly ordered him.
“Okay, boss!” Bucky said, saluting you as he walked into the kitchen to start getting out the supplies for Steve’s favorite cupcakes. It would still be hours before you could hug your papa again, but you were motivated with a new fire to make this the best homecoming ever.
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“it’s not that important”
Summary: Y/N is in Harry’s band and one night they have a drunken hook up. One thing leads to another and they find themselves engaging in a friend’s with benefits type of situation. spoiler: it is important
AKA: A friends with benefits to lovers story :) with some angst in there
This is for @stylesharrys fallinharry10k celebration so my trope is friends with benefits! prompt is “you have no goddamn idea what you do to me. when i’m around you, i have no control of my emotions or my thoughts” and the tenth picture ^ i kinda just used it in the beginning to descripe what he was wearing - i got really carried away with this story but the prompt is in there !! lol, not proofread tho but would love your feedback !!!! :) love y’all very much
oh boy i’ve had this done for agesss but i hadn’t written the smut until today so now we’re here i dont even remember what happens - i vaguely remember not loving the end but I hope yall enjoy
Word Count: 15.4k (longest fic to date) | Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, alcohol consumption? i dont remember but i dont think theres anything too heavy in here.
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“Hey Harold!” You smile as you easily hop over the side of the couch and settle beside your bandmate.
Harry groans, yet can’t keep the small smile off of his face when he sees it’s you. “How many times have I told you to never call me that?”
Your eyes narrow at his faux glare. “And how many times have I told you, I simply do not care?”
You reach a hand out and tousle his already disheveled, unstyled brown hair. Despite his lack of styling, his hair still looked perfect. His chestnut hair fell into a middle part when he did nothing to it and you found it endearing. It made him look far younger than he truly was, like a boy you might have pursued when you were in your early days at college. The waves slightly framed his prominent cheekbones and chiseled jaw that was sporting a tiny amount of stubble.
He moves his arm from around the back of the couch to pat at his hair, trying to put it back in its nondescript position you had just messed with. After he’s satisfied, he uses the same hand to push up his glasses on the bridge of his nose. They’re chestnut brown Gucci frames that match the natural highlights in his hair. You can safely assume that’s why he bought them. The lenses are clear, but you know they don’t hold any prescription. He looks incredulously at you from behind them still.
“Nice glasses,” you mention offhandedly as you reach out to the coffee table to grab the drink you had left there earlier.
Before Harry had arrived, you had been taking up residence on the couch, in the spot he had actually taken up. You had ventured to the restroom for a moment and gotten held up in a conversation when asked your preference for the Beatles. Having to defend your staunch stance for the Beatles and against the Rolling Stones, you had gotten swept up into an argument with Adam. He believed that because the Rolling Stones toured for longer warranted them the title of best rock band. While you countered that despite their long touring and production of music, the Stones had a rotation of members. The Beatles maintained the four of them and held such a large impact even though they were barely together for a decade. They were one of a kind, or at least the first of their kind, you’d allow. You weren’t really in the mood for intellectual conversation tonight, so upon seeing Harry taking up your seat, you had told Adam you’d continue the discussion at a later date and returned to your spot.
“Thanks,” Harry mumbles as his gaze flits around the room. He wasn’t sure if you were actually complimenting him, but he would take it as one either way.
The rest of your friends are all up and about, drinking, talking, dancing. It was the usual house party scene: a relatively intimate gathering, music you all actually liked, some friends of friends feeling slightly out of place. There was no pressure in this type of gathering but still Harry wasn’t necessarily in the party mood tonight. Usually, Harry was the one instigating these types of get-togethers with his friends and bandmates. He liked to be the life of the party, but as the tour loomed closer and closer, he felt some tinge of longing for quiet and solitude. He knew he wouldn’t have much quiet while on the road, which mostly didn’t scare him. He loved the stage and the high he received from performing and the gratification he felt from all the people in the room being there to see him. But there was also that other part of him that liked the quiet, the privacy. As the lack of alone time nudged itself around the corner, he had been hoping to enjoy solitude, or at the very least peace before he was on the road. Some sort of blissful state before technical chaos ensued. When Charlotte, the host of tonight’s soiree, had texted their group chat about tonight, Harry had politely declined. Then came the slew of private texts from Charlotte giving him all the reasons he should come tonight. He tried to say no again, but had shown up after the continued begging from her.
His appearance mirrored his expression, choosing a not perfectly fitted white t-shirt and random trousers rather than picking something he really loved, like usual. You could tell something was up and as his friend you were wondering what was wrong with him.
“Don’t sound so excited, Harry, someone might mistake you for somebody who’s happy to be here.” You stick your tongue into the side of your cheek, gauging his reaction.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re not very funny?” He quips, green eyes flashing to meet yours.
Your banter is probably how the pair of you communicated the best, never really falling into the whole serious side of friendship. You never shared those late night talks about the future or your fears. It was a fun friendship, so you didn’t fancy yourself one of his closest confidants. When it came to music, you and Harry were a bit more serious which formed a sort of paradox because the music you would share with each other gave a far greater insight into your souls than you probably realized. As a member of his band, you would discuss his music and what was going on with that sort of business part. But the sharing and discussion of other music that you did was part of your friendship, even if you didn’t see it like that. Because of the countless albums you had recommended to each other and the specific songs you had made note of, Harry and you knew each other much better than you thought you did. Music connects to something deep inside yourself and you have to like it enough and know the other person well enough to believe that they will also enjoy it to recommend it. As much tongue and cheek that you partook in with Harry, deep down, unbeknownst to either of you, you were that friend he shared his hopes and fears with, through the way he knew best, music.
“No, most people find me hilarious...”
You take a sip of your drink, trying to cover up the sting that his remark actually left. Most of the time you were great at keeping up with anyone’s banter, especially Harry’s, but tonight you weren’t feeling it. His tone had sounded so harsh it almost sounded like he meant it. His features soften when he sees the way your face falls, despite your sarcastic tone.
“‘M sorry. I’m just not in the best mood tonight. Didn’t want to come, but Charlotte…” He shifts to face you, arm retracting slightly around the couch, landing his hand at the edge of your shoulder. His fingers fiddle with themselves absentmindedly, he turns his rings around his fingers and they ever so slightly brush against your shoulder. You don’t mind, you know its his nervous tick that he did whenever he didn’t have something to clink them against.
“Yeah, same here, actually.” Your tuck an out of place hair behind your ear, returning your gaze to Harry, who’s tilting his head at you curiously. “But might as well make the most of it, though. After all, this is our last week before tour starts.” You raise your glass and tilt it towards him before taking a sip.
You really didn’t have a plan, you were just trying to make him feel a little better. It was seldom you saw him so solemn at this type of gathering. He usually was the one bouncing from group to group, entertaining everyone with his dazzling charm and quick wit. Sometimes he would bring a date and spend the night with them in the corner, but that was usually at bigger parties than this. At these types of gatherings you often found yourself talking with Charlotte for most of the night. You were both new additions in the band and you had clicked immediately. You would travel in a pair between different groups and talk with everyone. Sometimes you would tell a humorous anecdote about your life and everyone would laugh wholeheartedly. Your ability to retell a story and make it hilarious every time seemed to be your secret talent. You could make any experience into a ten-minute retelling and it always sounds like the funniest moment of your life. It ranged from your embarrassing audition for Grease as a tween to your supermarket run in with an old acquaintance or B-list celebrity the day before. It didn’t matter what it was, it just always had the entire circle of people laughing and wiping their eyes with joy. You’d laugh a little with themselves, but usually you just had a triumphant smile on your lips for the rest of the night.
He nods, sipping his own drink for the first time since you had settled down beside him. “Well, I’m all ears.”
“What?”
“Give me your suggestions on how to make the most of tonight.”
“Drinking, mostly, was my plan,” you laugh nervously as Harry continues to stare at you intently.
“Mostly?”
“I mean, what do you want me to say? I didn’t think to pack my bouncy castle, my bad.”
He bites back a laugh but lets some air escape his defined nose, before staring with a deadpan face at you.
You like to tease him. You simply liked him. Harry was different from other men you knew. You were pretty sure most people could say that though. Harry was just different. It seemed like no one could not have some sort of affection for him. With the playful friendship the pair of you had, you always skirted the edge of flirtation. But you also didn’t particularly ever want to cross any lines with him. He was the employer of you, technically. He had brought you into his backing band and you wouldn’t do anything to harm that position. As well, at the end of the day you knew Harry. His tendencies and the choices he made.
When you were around him at parties like this, you had to try really hard to keep him at an arm’s length. Because on one hand, you would drink and suddenly the boundaries you put up didn’t seem that important, instead his lips started to look rather inviting, but on the other, you knew that he was extremely emotionally closed off to any relationship that was more than either friendship or a one night stand.
Harry doesn’t give you a response, just swings back his drink. The pair of you sit and drink in silence. Before you know it, Harry and you are five drinks in, finally talking after the second. The pair of you decide to move to the balcony outside and continue your conversation there after the third. After the fourth, you're getting really handsy and by the end of the fifth, Harry’s arm is wrapped tightly around your waist and you're laughing breathlessly into his neck. It looks like he’s just shielding you from the cold night air, but both of you seemed to be enjoying each other’s embrace for other reasons.
Finally catching your breath, you lean back and pant softly as you meet eyes with Harry. His pupils have blown out from the alcohol and dark light. The emerald green barely surrounds the black and you swear there’s flecks of gold or maybe brown in them. Your brows scrunch at the revelation and Harry asks what you’re thinking. You don’t respond, too entranced and drunk to even hear him.
“Oi,” he bops your nose, “What is goin’ on in there, little lady?”
Your hand reaches up and widens Harry’s eye manually. His inebriated state has no qualms about you doing such an odd thing. “Why’s your green not actually green?”
“What?” He asks before moving your hand away from his face, it instead falls to his chest. The pair of you shift until your caged between his body and the balcony’s ledge. You pout as you stare up at him. His skin looks soft and taught over every inch of his face and neck. The urge to kiss him keeps nagging at the back of your mind. The idea keeps creeping up closer and closer and the drunker you are the less likely you are to suppress it.
“Do you want to fuck me?” You blurt out.
“Sure.” Harry isn’t taken aback. He had been thinking about asking for a while, so he was glad you had asked first, made it easier for him.
“Okay, let’s go.”
He takes you back to your place, the pair of you catching a cab the short distance between yours and Charlotte’s flats. No one blinks an eye at the pair of you leaving together. Everyone watched the pair of you sulk all night about being there and only enjoying the other’s company, so they weren’t keen on either of you staying. Charlotte was simply glad the pair of you had stayed for as long as you did.
The two of you walk casually until you’re inside your bedroom. Once inside, Harry throws you on the bed and fucks you. Hard. He’s got you spread out in more ways than you had ever thought possible. He’s got you saying things you had never even dreamed of saying. And he’s got you cumming and screaming more than you could have ever wanted. He enjoys himself as well. He loves the way you feel around him and the way your eyes look up at him while he fucks you straight into the bed. He loves the way you sound whispering dirty things and screaming his name. He loves the feel of your soft skin all over your body as he pushes deep inside you. He loves the way you’re able to rip a guttural moan from him every time he cums. And he cums three times that night. While it wasn’t quiet, he did find that blissful state he had been in desperate need of.
After the third round, Harry feels spent. He brings himself into a sitting position, legs hanging off the edge of your bed. You’re lying in your bed, completely overstimulated, cumming at least twice as many times as Harry. He scratches at the top of his head, his bicep bulging as he folds his arms around himself.
“That was fucking good, Y/N. Just what I needed.”
You can only hum in response.
Then he takes your blanket and lays it over you. After that he begins to stand up, getting ready to grab his things and go.
“You don’t have to go…” your voice raises when you realize what he’s doing.
“Yeah, I do. This was just a one time thing, yeah? I enjoyed it, but you know...”
“Erm, I guess?” You rolled to fully look at him, he was pulling his t-shirt back on now, his marked chest disappearing beneath the white fabric. “Do you really not stay over at your one night stands?”
He thinks about it as he begins with his shoes and his glasses at the same time. “Yes? Usually I don’t know the person and I don’t particularly want to sign an autograph when I leave in the morning. Best to leave immediately afterwards.”
“That was exactly why I wanted you to stay...Shit! No chance you’ll give me an autograph now? Could sign my tit, right next to your hickies.”
He laughs, automatically in a better mood after the catharsis of having sex. It was also a relief for him that you didn’t seem to be weird about the hook up. “Shut up!”
“You’re a twat, Harold.” He groans instinctively at the annoying nickname, not caring about the ‘twat’ part. “But be my guest, you can freeze your arse off while waiting for your cab outside at this hour.”
“Rude..” He mutters, standing in your doorway now. “You wouldn’t actually make your employer stand out in the cold at this time of night. I haven’t even got a jumper. Could get a cold and ruin my voice. ”
“You’re the one who says it’s best to leave immediately. Get on it, mister.”
Your hand makes a shooing movement, but he doesn’t budge. You sigh as he makes a puppy dog face - eyes wide and a puckered pout with his flushed cheeks and lips - playing into your actual kindness, that he knows is somewhere. Your sweetness that you were keeping hidden from Harry right now. Nothing was serious between you so it made sense that you were trying not to let your innate ability to care show as he’s about to walk out on you.
“Ugh, fine. Stop looking at me like that. Just grab one of my coats from the bottom right, they’re all oversized so one should fit.” He doesn’t relent on the face. “And you can stay inside until your cab comes.” You sigh and throw one of your pillows at him. He catches it easily and throws it back, much softer than your throw. “Also never pull the employer card on me again when I’m naked in the bed you just fucked me in,” you call as he looks through your closet.
Returning with a patchwork coat you had thrifted tight over his shoulders, he looks at you seriously, “Yeah sorry about that part. Definitely wasn’t trying to exert my power over you, it sounded better in my head. Meant more like you could ruin my voice and both of our jobs.”
You nod and chuckle slightly, finding how inarticulate Harry could be as an endearing trait. His explanation didn’t actually make it sound better. “The jacket fits.” You say, choosing to move forward from Harry’s weirdness, knowing he didn’t mean any harm from his initial statement.
“Yeah, thanks. I think my cab is here,” He glances at his phone, “So I’ll go...See you?”
“I’m sure.” You smile, “We do in fact work together and will soon be touring the world. Would be a bit weird if I didn’t see you.”
“Right.” He nods and adds a peace sign before he walks out of your sight. You know he’s gone when you hear the door click shut. What an interesting night.
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Love on Tour had just started and Harry couldn’t lie. He couldn’t keep his mind off of you. You were both his most recent partner and the best he had had in a while. He found himself rubbing over the spots on his neck and clavicle that you had given particular attention to during the night you had shared together. When he went to bed it was your body he pictured to get himself off. So, after the first show he’s beelining to you at the beginning of the after party. He’s got an adrenaline high and he needs a release. You’re the solution. He’s whispering in your ear, asking if you’d like to meet him in his dressing room. Your eyes study his face when he pulls back and they widen slightly when the realization of what he’s implying dawns on you. Then you’re nodding and excusing yourself from a random conversation five minutes later.
Inside Harry’s dressing room, you find Harry already unbuttoning his shirt. He grabs your face and shoves his lips onto yours once you lock the door. As he kisses you he tries to make one thing very clear, “This doesn’t mean anything.”
“Got it.” You begin to finish Harry’s job of taking off his shirt.
He pulls back to look you in the eye, “Are you okay with that?”
“Jesus fuck, yes, Harry, just shut up and fuck me senseless again!”
He listens to you and begins to kiss down your jaw and neck. His open-mouth kisses leave a searing trail across your skin. He settles on a spot at the base of your neck and begins to suck and nip at it with vigor. You set to work on finishing his job of unbuttoning his shirt. Then you pull off your own shirt, reaching behind you to untie the bows at the back. The new skin exposed grabs Harry’s attention and he moves down to suck over the cleavage of your tits. He’s happy to be back with his ‘bosom friends’. You smack his head when he says it and he chuckles darkly, only sucking harder on them causing you to moan louder than you would like.
Once you’re both in only your underwear, you find your back pressed up against the mirror behind the dressing room counter. Harry’s body is nestled between your spread legs as he kisses down your skin. His fingers dance along the line of your thong as he looks up from beneath his lashes for position, you only push his head closer to your heat in response. He laughs mischievously before tugging them down off your hips.
“Missed this pretty little cunt...All I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout,” He mutters as he begins to latch onto your dripping core.
Your brows shoot up at the thought that Harry’s mind has been stuck on you for the past week. You definitely had thought about your drunken hook up a bit, but hadn’t thought it had left a lasting impression on Harry, you assumed he had that lovely of a night with every person he chose to spend intimate time with. These thoughts are forgotten when Harry’s warm tongue is lapping at your swollen bud. You’re already panting for Harry and now you’re heaving with moans and whimpers leaving your mouth with every lick and nip of his expert mouth.
“Fuck Harry, feels so good,” you whine as his tongue travels down your folds and swirls and dips into your hole.
He moans at your words and the way your legs squeeze at his head. His hands move to spread you open wide to maintain his control and he smirks at the way your body rolls due to the friction of his voice against your pussy.
“Be a good girl f’me,” he growls still pressed against your wet heat.
Your body rolls again as you get closer and closer to your first release. Your bite your lip trying to contain all of the sounds that are trying to escape your mouth. Harry notices the new silence and glances up seeing how you’re trying to behave. As much as he likes you obeying his words, he also wanted to hear how he was pleasuring you.
“Tell me how you feel, princess,” he demands.
“So-so good,” you hiccup as his fingers caress over your folds now as he looks you in the eyes, his lips wet with your slick. He kisses you hard, his tongue diving into your mouth and you kiss back passionately, loving your taste on his tongue.
He pulls back and your hands trail down his chest, swirling around his familiar tattoos and hair that grace his lower torso as you move. He grins, enjoying the feeling of you on him and how he was affecting you.
Soon enough, his cock is finding its way back to your glistening folds, wet with your own liquids as well as his saliva. His mouth waters at the sight. He only pushes into you a few times like this. Then he catches sight of himself in the mirror in front of him and can’t resist. He pulls out and flips you over, your squeal leaving your mouth before you can stop yourself. His dick finds your entrance once again, not wanting to be without the wonderful warmth for any longer than he must.
“Ahhh,” Harry groans when he slips back inside.
Your head throws back on your neck, the feeling of him as well as the sight of him gripping your hair in one hand and your fleshy hip in the other. His rings dig into the skin as he’s able to slam more forcefully in this position. You gasp and whine at his motions. The sounds coming from between your legs are turning you on even more and they seem to make Harry happy too. He picks up the pace and drops the grasp of your hair for a second. Your head falls down as you try to keep yourself up on your elbows.
Gripping both of your hips, Harry growls, “Look at me while I fuck you. C’mon now.”
You moan in response and tear your eyes open to see your reflections in the mirror. One hand goes up to hold onto the mirror to give yourself more traction, causing your back to arch even more. The new position has Harry’s cock slamming into you deeper.
“Fuck!” Harry practically yells and can’t keep himself from landing a harsh slap on your ass. You jump forward at the sting but his other hand keeps the pace steady. He keeps burying himself into you all the way to his base, his balls slapping at your now slick spread thighs. He rubs over the red handprint he had just left on your ass. You whimper and bite your lip, truly enjoying the sensation.
Still staring into the mirror as Harry commanded, your eyes water slightly and Harry makes eye contact with you through the mirror. You smile widely and he grins back. “This feels so fucking good. Your pussy takes me so well. Fuck…” Harry babbles, still pistoning into you. You had noticed how vocal he was the first time you had fucked, but thought it had just been the alcohol. Apparently not. But you didn’t mind, you much preferred it to partners who barely spoke or didn’t even moan. Like how were you supposed to know what was going on in their minds? With Harry, you knew he was having a good time.
A few more heavy thrusts and you felt yourself nearing the edge. Your panting was getting faster, exceeding the speed of Harry’s thrusts and he could also feel you were close. Your cunt began squeezing him tighter so he hooked a hand under your knee and brought it onto the table. He hunched over you slightly and snaked his hand to your clit. “C’mon darling, I know you're close. Can feel that little cunt putting a choke hold on my cock.” He rubs at your clit with the vigor of strumming a quick paced song on the guitar. It’s enough to overtake your senses and the laugh that had bubbled from his words turns into your orgasm moan. You try to muffle it into the arm that is holding you against the mirror to avoid a full on scream because it feels that good. You felt like you were having your first ever orgasm, it felt that new to you.
A few more thrusts and you’ve come down from it, but Harry still hasn’t finished. It’s your turn to be the partner coaxing the other to get off. “Faster, Har. Want you to cum too.” He grunts, picking back up the pace. He had slowed to let you ride out your stay. “That’s it...want you to cum in me. Your cock feels so fucking good.” You whine, meaning every word. He smiles again at you and closes his eyes, focusing on chasing his high. You watch as his smile widens to that open mouth grin, “Fuck,” he almost whispers. And there it is. There’s a twitch in his hips that mirrors his expression and then he’s pulling out and cumming on your back. His voice is now even lower and raspier than before as he babbles how good that was and how tight your pussy was. It was sweet nothings, but extremely explicit and you sighed heavily, feeling a small orgasm wash over you again. His final thrusts and voice pushing you off the cliff again easily.
The two of you take a minute to bring your breathing back to normal and Harry goes to clean your back off.
“So..how do you feel about maybe doing this regularly?” Harry asks sheepishly as he begins to pull his pants back on.
“Like a friends with benefits kind of thing? Or bandmates with benefits, rather.” You laugh breathlessly at your not really funny joke, but you’re now truly exhausted. From the show and the fuck, you felt thouroughly worked out.
“I guess that’s what it is, yeah.”
“Yeah, sure. Sounds good.”
“You’re honestly so chill, Y/N. It’s fuckin’ hot.”
You laugh and flip your hair dramatically. You’re only in your bra and panties right now and Harry licks his lips, finding your playfulness to be a turn on. “What can I say?” You laugh.
“But like I said before...it’s just sex.” He’s buttoning up his shirt and looking at your reflection through the mirror now. He watches you slip the pants you had been wearing back on.
“Oh, Harold, I know.” On cue, he groans and turns around to face you after fixing his mused hair in the mirror. Interrupting yourself, you turn your back to Harry, “Can you tie this, sorry it’s hard for me to get the -” Harry walks to you without any hesitation and begins tying the silk ribbons on the back of your shirt. “Thanks. Anyway,” you turn to face him when he’s finished and you place both of your palms on his chest. “Trust me, I know you’ve got your issues and I’m not looking to be the girl that tries to change you. I know what this is. I only ask that you let me know when you sleep with other people, because once you do, you won’t need me.” Harry nods and you pat your hands against him. You both smile and go your separate ways when you leave the dressing room.
-
Harry and you fucked almost every night on tour. Sometimes it was right after, on the counter in his dressing rooms. Sometimes it was later in the evening in his hotel room or yours. He stopped leaving immediately after your hook ups. He never kicked you out of his room so he decided it was fine for him to stay in yours. Especially because you weren’t a stranger who would be weird with him in the morning. He also didn’t like trekking through the hotel halls late at night.
The first few times you stayed in the same bed, the two of you stayed on opposite sides of the bed, not touching after you were finished engaging in your sexual endeavours. Rigid bodies against the edges of the mattress. Then one particularly long night, filled with multiple rounds, Harry was so exhausted from his performance on stage and off that he collapsed on top of you. He fell asleep there and you didn’t particularly mind. It felt nice to be slightly compressed and held. He shifted in his sleep and when he woke up he wasn’t upset to find you nestled into his side with his arms wrapped around you. After that, cuddling sort of became part of the routine. After you were done having sex, Harry or you would get up to clean up and bring back waters. Then you would settle in his arms. Sometimes in a spooning position and sometimes you cradled softly into his chest. You didn’t talk about it, it just happened.
One night it was your head directly on top of his butterfly tattoo, one leg thrown over his lower torso and your arm snuggly wrapped around his middle. He liked to pet your hair when you laid against his chest in that way. His fingers would fiddle with the strands and you liked it because he usually took off his rings before he would do it and his hands felt so soft and delicate against you. Harry liked the way he felt when he would hold you afterwards. It was calming to fall asleep against your soft skin and feel your fingertips trace lyrics to songs he wasn’t sure the name of against his own.
No one knew about how your friendship with Harry worked. To the rest of the world, you seemed to be someone who had become another close friend in the band. You were similar to Mitch in many respects. Except for when Harry winked at you during a show, it wasn’t a friendly wink, it was a ‘this song makes me horny and I can’t wait to relieve the pressure by fucking you later’ kind of wink. You knew this because Harry had gone over and whispered it in your ear during a quick break, when you had only looked at him weirdly after he did it.
Before the show tonight, you pulled Harry aside, “So what are we thinking tonight? I feel like I might want to ride you...Haven’t been on top in a while.” In the darkness of the backstage, you crane your neck to take Harry’s earlobe between your teeth. He groans softly and grips your hips to guide them against his for a second. “Sounds fuckin’ fantastic, love.” You twitch back, releasing him immediately at the word. You always told him not to call you that and he tried to reason with you, that it was just something he called people. But you disliked it a lot, adding it to the growing list of rules the pair of you had for the do’s and don'ts of being friends with benefits with each other.
“Harold,” you groan and he steps back at that pet name. While he hated this, you refused to let him put it on the list because it didn’t cross any lines with your physical arrangement. Not that there was any physical list to put it on, it was more of a theoretical list that the two of you would speak of occasionally.
“Sorry.” He says eventually, “Didn’t mean it.” You both laugh.
You think about how other relationships were sometimes desperate to hear their partner express their love for them and you believe you’re grateful for the simplicity of your arrangement. The term relationship regarding what you and Harry were doing was also in the ‘don’t’ category on the list. If either of you were being honest, there should be no need for a list and you should be questioning yourselves why you felt the need to set boundaries if one part of it was physical and the other part was your friendship and job. If it truly was just physical why were boundaries constantly needing to be set and followed? But right now honesty was not in the cards.
-
After the show Harry gets delayed with press or fans or something that you don’t really care about. You barely read the text that he sends, only caring about the ‘sorry got held up’ and the ‘be there in thirty’.
You let yourself into his room and wait on the bed, flipping through your phone, completely unbothered by the rest of the world. When you hear a knock on the door, you don’t think twice about getting up and opening the door. You only realize your terrible mistake when it’s Mitch and not Harry standing at what you’re also just realizing isn’t your door, but instead Harry’s.
“Shit!” you say under your breath as Mitch looks at you confused.
The room is dark behind you because Harry would have just entered and gotten down to business. He might turn on a side lamp, but you hadn’t felt the need to have light on while you waited. Forgetting all of that, you had just gone to the door and opened it.
Mitch tucks some of his hair behind his ear as he stares at you. “Is Harry here?”
“Er..No?” It comes out as a question. You rub the back of your ankle with your foot, feeling nervous.
“Is he actually not here or?” Mitch trails off, narrowing his eyes at you.
“No, no he’s really not here. I’m waiting for him, too.” You rush your words, but try to remain calm.
“You have a key to his room. And you’re waiting in the dark.” He says. They’re not questions and you’re not sure just how guilty you look.
“Yeah!” You try to come up with a non suspicious response, hoping there’s a way to still salvage your’s and Harry’s secret, “He gave me his key because he wanted to talk about something and I kept it dark because my eyes always hurt after shows. Kind of like a migraine.” You scratch at your head and smile, trying to convince Mitch. He seems to believe you as he nods slowly and opens his eyes more.
There’s a little bit of an awkward silence and Mitch shifts his weight between his feet, looking at you still. Just as you're about to invite Mitch to come wait inside with you, Harry steps out of the elevator and begins to walk down the hall. His key card is already in hand and your eyes widen. Harry’s expression mirrors yours when he realizes Mitch is standing outside of his door and that you are standing with him. “Mitch!” Harry says, placing his hand on Mitch’s shoulder and sliding his key card into his back pocket with the other. Mitch turns to Harry without seeing him put away the other key card and you look at the pair of them.
“I was just telling Mitch how you gave me your key card so we could talk about...that thing.” You interject, flicking the lights on in Harry’s room as casually as possible. Harry shoots you a look about how you couldn’t come up with an actual reason for being there. You shrug your shoulders helplessly.
Mitch looks between the two of you and feels some weird tension and he’s not sure if it's always there and he’s just noticing or if something is going on right now.
“Yeah, well, I came to stop by to talk about the riff in Canyon Moon. Something is wonky with it.”
“Oh! Sure,” Harry nods to Mitch and then glances at you, “Y/N, we can talk about that other thing later. It’s not that important anyway.” His tone is so casual and nonchalant. You stare at him, thinking he can’t be serious. You had been almost sure he would send Mitch away, but instead you were being kicked to the curb. When he doesn’t say sike or anything of the sort, you nod. “Okay,” then you mumble a ‘good luck’ with figuring out the problem with the song. Mitch walks in the door, but Harry’s eyes stay fixed on your figure retreating down the hallway. He watches you disappear and is only pulled from his thoughts when Mitch calls his name from the couch in the room.
After reaching your floor, you key into your room and get ready for bed. Just as you’re about to drift off to sleep, completely alone for once in a long time, there’s another knock. This time you check the peephole, a habit you realized you were going to have to get better at. It’s Harry. You open the door and walk away immediately once he’s entered the room.
“Why are you here?”
“Thought we could still...” He follows you into the room, trying to make out your face in the darkness.
“I’m not in the mood anymore.” Your tone gives away your annoyance. You couldn’t hide that you were mad at Harry for sending you away. It made you feel weird. The way he did it so easily made you feel like you were extremely disposable and unwanted.
“I’m sorry,” he sighs as he lays down beside you. You turn to face him when he places a hand on the small of your back. You’re face to face and your noses are almost brushing. It’s not really possible to see each other’s features, but after months of hooking up you knew each other’s faces pretty well. You could reach out and pinpoint all of Harry’s freckles and moles on his face and neck right now and be correct. He could likely do the same. The theory is proven correct when he reaches out and his hand dances down your cheek. “Just thought it would be less suspicious if I didn’t get rid of him. Couldn’t make him wait either…”
“I know,” your voice is small and soft, just above a whisper, “I forgive you.” You scoot closer to him and Harry instinctively wraps his arm around you, bringing you tightly into him. You sigh into his neck and he shivers at your warm breath on his slightly clammy skin. When you lick your lips, they brush lightly against his skin. He laughs at the feeling, so you decide to press an intentional kiss to the hollow in his neck. In response, he presses a kiss to your hairline, his lips slightly chapped after the concert.
The kisses are tender, filled with that thing neither of you dare attribute to anything the two of you did in the dark. The word you told him time and time again to not call you. So is just about every touch and word that has been exchanged in this room since Harry entered it. You fall asleep wrapped up in his arms, a soft smile resting on both of your faces. Neither of you seem to mind that you didn’t actually have sex tonight or anything even close to it.
-
When you wake up you feel especially well rested. You shift around and realize your bed is empty besides you. It depended on the day, but it was always a toss up between Harry being there when you woke up or not. However, lately, you had found it was usually the former. You would linger longer and so would Harry in each other’s rooms, lounging in each other’s embrace under the soft glow of the morning light peaking through whatever windows the room had. Today you were cold at his absence. Then you look up and realize you aren’t completely alone. Harry is standing at the end of your bed, staring down at his phone, smiling.
“Hey.”
You wait for his reply, but he doesn’t look up from his phone. “Hey, Harold,” you repeat. His head snaps up, a grimace on his face at the name. He slips his phone in his pocket and ruffles his hair. “Hey.” He finally responds. “I’m gonna head out.”
“Okay.”
Neither of you seem to find it necessary to talk about what happened last night. Harry definitely seemed a little off to you this morning, but you try to shake it from your thoughts. There was no reason to be upset with him being quiet. He didn’t owe you anything, you hadn’t even slept together last night, so if anything it was weird he stayed as long as he did.
It was the second night at the Forum in Los Angeles. This means no travelling necessary. No day off either, tomorrow you’d have a day off before the third and final show at the venue though.
Harry and you were talking normally at the venue, mostly about the setlist - him and Mitch had changed something for whatever reason last night, which was fine. Your banter was to a minimum, but you were trying to convince yourself that nothing was off. Even though it felt like something was different, you couldn’t place your finger on what it was, so you thought it was best to ignore it.
When Harry is about to go out on stage, you don’t pull him aside and when he introduces the members of the band to the audience, he doesn’t say anything fun or silly about you. He doesn’t wink or come up to you at any point in the performance. It’s so unusual the rest of your bandmates are giving you funny looks. Charlotte looks at you from across your keyboard in a way that she’s asking if you’re okay. You shake your head at everyone trying to signal that you’re fine.
Mitch goes over to Harry and whispers in his ear to check in with him, Harry looks at him with a bright smile on his face and says “of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Mitch looks between the pair of you, thinking back to last night and how weird the pair of you were being then. Maybe it dawns on him then what might be going on between the two of you, but if he did, he wouldn’t mention it for a long time.
You falter a bit on your back up vocals tonight. You’re trying to give it your all, like always, but for some reason your voice isn’t sounding the way you want it. About halfway through the show, when your voice comes out the exact opposite of how you would like, Harry finally gives you a second glance. His face practically emotionless, save for the single arched brow. He’s concerned, but not concerned enough where he would go over to you. He just doesn’t understand why you keep missing the right note tonight. You make a shake of your hand to say I don’t know either. He just shrugs and turns back around to continue the show, his lively smile returning while he turns his head.
After the show, Charlotte, Sarah, and you are all checking in, going over what had happened during the show in general. They’re both worried about your voice and you’re simply trying to tell them that it was just an off night. Nothing was wrong. As long as you told everyone else that, then it might turn out to be true.
“It’s fine, maybe I didn’t get enough sleep last night,” you fib, having gotten more sleep last night than most other nights on this tour. They both nod, seeming to take that as a reasonable answer.
Then Charlotte gets quieter as she whispers to the three of you, “Did you guys notice anything weird with Harry? He was super lively, but he barely interacted with you, Y/N, which is so unlike him...”
Sarah nods while you look skeptically on. Sarah adds, “He kept looking up to the boxes, too. More than usual at least. I don’t know though…” She trails off and you cross your arms over your chest, not really enjoying the conversation topic. “I mean, what do you think, Y/N?” Sarah adds.
Your eyes dance between the two women, your fellow bandmates, your friends. You sometimes wished you could share with them what you were doing with Harry. The secret was fun, but it’s also nice to be able to share with your girlfriends about the guy you’re seeing, even if it is a casual thing. The friendly gossip of it all is something fun to share, but sadly that was another thing you couldn’t do. You sigh, “You never really know what’s going on in his mind, y’know. He’s just Harry.” Your response is half-assed at best. You figure they’ll both give you shit for the non-answer you just supplied, but instead someone else speaks for them.
“I am in fact, just Harry.” He says and you swivel around to find yourself almost chest to chest with him. Charlotte laughs while Sarah simply smiles. Your eyes are huge as you stare up at him and you hope your blush doesn’t come out too strongly after being caught talking about Harry by himself. “Enlighten me on when I was being ‘just Harry’ though?” You bite your lip and take a step back from him, forming more of a line with the other women. He shrugs when no one offers a response, laughing lightly.
“Oh and Y/N, I can’t talk about that thing again tonight, I’ve got-”
“A date?” Charlotte asks, trying to understand why Harry was acting a little different tonight still. The part that Sarah had mentioned about him looking up into the boxes had given her the idea that he might have plans with someone after the show. Harry scratches his head, his hair slightly wet with sweat right after the show. He’s taken off his coat so he’s just in the almost completely unbuttoned, sweat soaked shirt he had been wearing underneath. It sticks tight to his skin and you can make out all the muscle lines that hide beneath the fabric that you usually get to caress. Your eyes flit from his body back to his face when he speaks again.
“Erm, I wasn’t going to phrase it like that...but yes, I suppose, it’s a date.” He says finally, he avoids your eye contact and you look at him very confused, trying to hide the hurt. He shoves his hands in his pockets trying to look and sound as casual as possible and ignore the strain he sees on your face. Is that what had held him up yesterday? Making plans with someone else? And he hadn’t told you until now? The past twenty four hours stung a little bit more now that you knew why Harry was being so distant. It simply felt icky finding out this way and it didn’t even seem like he was going to tell you it was a date.
“Okay,” you say simply and walk away. You hear Charlotte asking him details about his date, but you try actively not to hear any of it. Sarah watches you walk away and sees the way you wrap your arms around yourself to comfort you. She feels a twinge of sadness as she watches the scene unfold, seeing something she hadn’t realized was there before.
Harry doesn’t text or call you that night. You hang out with everyone else for a little while in Charlotte’s room before heading to bed, saying you think you need an early night tonight. Before you’re able to walk out of the door, Mitch stops you. “I heard Harry blew off whatever conversation the two of you have been trying to have again. Just wanted to tell you I’m sorry.” You try to smile but it comes out as more of a grimace. There is no conversation Harry is blowing off, it’s simply you. “It’s fine. Like he said yesterday, it’s not important.” Mitch nods, but still looks at you with concern. What he had seen last night, then on stage today, and what Sarah had told him about your interaction after the show it all strung together in his mind. It didn’t seem unimportant at all. But he didn’t know how he could tell you that. He felt like he should talk to Harry about the way you looked when you left Charlotte’s room tonight, but he didn’t know how to bring it up to him either.
You don’t realize you’re crying until you're in the elevator, and it’s slowly rising to your floor of the hotel. You’re only one level up, but it feels like an eternity in there. You already weren’t a fan of elevators, but this ride felt impossibly worse. The walls are all made up of mirrors and you see yourself in the reflection, but you don’t exactly recognize the girl in there. Your eyes are tired from the show, dark circles already formed. Your hands are aching, clenching and unclenching on their own accord. Your body is slumped against the back wall, likely leaving a slight imprint from the smoke residue and dust on your clothes. Worst of all are the tears running down your face, smudging at your makeup, the black mascara you had applied dripping down in sinister raindrops against your skin. The sad girl stares back at you as you sniffle slightly, confused at what you’re seeing. “Why are you crying?” you ask yourself, your voice creaking and then breaking at the end as you struggle to get out the word ‘crying’ before a sob wracks through you. You roll your eyes when your reflection offers no explanation for itself. You laugh at your own patheticness and try to shake the feelings you’re experiencing.
Inside your room now, you flop on the bed and stare straight up at the ceiling. Your arms spread to your sides and your legs lay limply below you. You think about every night before last, every night since the tour started. Every night where you weren’t alone, where you were with Harry. Your mind flits to last night, how Harry’s lips had ghosted over your skin after his apology. How you had told him you forgave him and it had felt so peaceful, so simple. It was all so easy. Thinking about him and the things the two of you did together brought a smile to your face, unbeknownst to you. When you realize it’s there, your face drops immediately, deciding not to think about Harry.
But trying to not think about Harry makes you only think about him more and what you think about him now most definitely doesn’t bring a smile to your face. You’re thinking about him out on his date with some person you chose to learn nothing about. Maybe out of fear of what is happening right now. By knowing nothing about the person, you can’t compare yourself to them. Can’t see what’s different about them that would make Harry go out on a date with them. But it doesn’t matter who they are or what they look like because at the end of it all you know one thing for certain. They’re not you. You correct yourself, you know two things actually, because you also know that Harry chose to be with them instead of you tonight.
You fall asleep with tear stained cheeks that night and absolutely nothing positive on your mind. You want to sleep but know it only brings whatever is bound to happen tomorrow, which doesn’t seem very promising.
-
It’s noon when you wake up and you wake to a knocking on your door. You grumble and throw a sweatshirt over your body to hide the underwear you slept in. Not remembering your new habit, you swing the door open without any hesitation to find Harry. He looks wide awake and happy, the way he almost always looks, a fresh beautiful flower of a man. You look at him groggily, “What are you doing here?”
“You weren’t answering your phone.”
“Because I was asleep?” You tilt your head and look at him incredulously. “What about this,” you gesture to your appearance, “looks like I just went for a 3 mile jog for fun and I love the morning?”
“Can I come in?” He ignores everything you just said and enters the room when you leave the door to get back in bed. You often did that with him, you don’t know why, but when he asked to come in the room it was just simpler to let him in then say anything. He knew what you meant.
He sits at the edge of the bed as you reclaim your spot in the middle of it, tucked slightly under the covers, but still sitting up. “How was your date?” You try to sound nonchalant and it seems to work. Harry doesn’t notice your tense figure, but you notice how he tenses up when you ask.
“Good…Her name was-” You don’t let him finish, you already know the answer to this next question and you don’t need her name in order to ask it, “Did you fuck her?”
He’s silent, green eyes staring straight at you. You meet his gaze, your eyes almost burning holes into him. His eyes are begging you to not make him answer the question, he doesn’t want this to end, even if he also didn’t want the commitment he had felt himself exhibiting the other night.
When he had come to your room the other night after Mitch had almost caught you, he knew he shouldn’t have stayed. He didn’t want you to feel bad so he had come to apologize, but when the pair of you didn’t have sex, he should have left. But he didn’t, he stayed and it wasn’t for you, it was for himself. It was for him to hold you in his arms because he liked to. But when he woke up the next morning he knew he needed to leave. Solely cuddling wasn’t part of your arrangement together. It’s probably on the list of don'ts that the pair of you had. So after he realized the line he had willingly crossed with you, he quickly sent a text to Jeff who had tried to set him up with a model they were acquaintances with the night before - the reason he had gotten held up. Harry had initially declined, not very interested in seeing anyone else but you. But looking back on that choice in the light of day seemed to solidify what this relationship was - a relationship - and Harry didn’t like that. The commitment wasn’t part of the plan, so he told Jeff to set that date up for after the second show at the Forum and give the woman a ticket. That’s why he was smiling at his phone the morning after only cuddling with you, that’s why he didn’t joke around with you during the show, and that’s why he wasn’t in your bed last night.
You watch him expectantly, silently waiting for his answer, your veins cold as ice. He finally starts his answer and he wants to make it clear that it wasn’t as good with the other woman, but he’s not sure how to work that part in. He’s not sure how to explain to you it meant nothing if your arrangement also apparently meant nothing. You barely even let him get in a sentence. “Yes, but it was just a one time-”
“Alright.”
“What?” He doesn’t understand what you mean when you nod your head and cut him off.
“I told you at the beginning, Harry. Tell me when you sleep with someone else because when you do this is over. It doesn’t matter if she’s the love of your life or a one night stand. I will not be a backup plan, so if you’re able to find other people to sleep with, you don’t need to be sleeping with me.”
He sits in silence for a moment, his jaw dropped open slightly. He’s unable to keep it shut as his mind races about what to say. “Are you mad with me?”
“No, I’m fine. This was just sex. Charlotte will be happy that I’ll be going out with her more.”
Harry’s brow furrows as you shift away from him on the bed, grabbing your phone and beginning to flick through it. You feel numb and you’d like to not think about why.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks because he does care about you, worry is written all over his face. He just can’t commit, not now.
“What would I be mad about, Harry?” You look up and your eyes widen at him, silently asking him to truthfully say why you should be so upset about this revelation. You always knew it would eventually come to an end, you just hadn’t expected so soon. You hadn’t known the last time would be the last time and it broke your heart even if you knew it shouldn’t.
He shifts to reach his hand out to touch your exposed knee. You move away from him and he sighs, looking exasperated. “I- I don’t know. It just seems like we should talk about this.”
“You didn’t even think it was necessary to tell me you were going on a date last night, so I think it’s best if we just left it at ‘it’s fine, see you around’.”
He spreads his hands out across the sheets, examining his rings and painted nails thoroughly. You’re right, he doesn’t really want to talk about this. Well, more so, he’s conflicted. He would like to talk enough that you want to continue your arrangement but he doesn’t want to talk about feelings or emotions. Even if he has those feelings and emotions, they’re just not part of the things he’d like to talk about. “But-” You set your phone down at his first word, “Were you even going to tell me you fucked someone else today if Charlotte hadn’t asked you if it was a date last night? Would you just have come to my room tonight and acted like nothing had changed?”
“I would have told you.”
“Sure.”
“I swear I would’ve. I would never break a promise to you.”
“But you would make a decision that affects the both of us without telling me until afterwards?” Your voice breaks a little and you beg yourself not to cry right now.
“I thought you said this was just sex?”
You laugh humorlessly, in disbelief, “Of course it’s not, Harry! And it hasn’t been for a long time and that’s why you got scared and went and fucked someone else.” He looks at you blankly, unsure what to say, knowing you’re right. You continue, “But I also told you at the beginning of this, that I wasn’t going to try to change you. So this is me not trying to change you.” You sigh when he still says nothing, his expression completely unreadable, even to you. “Why couldn’t you have left it at ‘it’s fine’?” You say finally, barely above a whisper.
He blinks a few times after your final question. He flexes his hand one more time and then stands up from the bed. He adjusts his clothes and stares at you. You feel helpless, but you’re still trying to look pulled together, even after your outburst. You stare back. A thousand words floating through your heads, all the things you want to say and likely never will.
“I know, I’m…” he pauses, trying to get himself to say it, but he can’t. He can’t admit that he’s completely ruined whatever messed up paradise you had created together. “I’ll see you later.”
The apology or lack there of hangs in the air as he walks silently out your door. You don’t move, you barely even blink, still staring at the spot he had just occupied. Your breath finally escapes you, a large sigh. Then some nervous laughter. It was over...just like that. But things like this, left like this are never really over.
-
It’s awkward for a good amount of the rest of the tour. You hang out with your bandmates more and Harry rarely ever comes out with them after the shows. He either hangs out with Mitch on his own or is going out with random people he knows on the road. You and him speak, but it’s never a lot or about anything relatively meaningful. It’s not the fun back and forth of before or the fiery heat of sneaking around. You try to be normal with him, act like his casual friend and bandmate.
He does his best to do the same, but it’s difficult for him. He doesn’t know how to talk to you anymore. He misses being with you, but can’t bring himself to fix it. He doesn’t do much to right his wrongs with you. He also doesn’t even know what he would want if he did apologize. It scared him to think about the step that came after ‘sorry’ so he saved himself the trouble and never did that part either. One night he texts you: “I’m trying, it’s just hard.” and that’s it. You don’t give him a response, he doesn’t need one. You know he’s trying and he knows you know.
Near the end of the tour, he comes out with the rest of you for drinks one night. Only Mitch is between the two of you in the booth, so you feel closer to Harry than you’ve felt in a long time. The group of you are chatting and having a good time. You somehow get onto a story from when you were still in college. You explain how you had narrowly avoided getting Chlamydia right before your Christmas break junior year. You act out the conversations you imagined would have happened at all your Christmas events if you had indeed gotten it. Your impressions of your mother, father, and sister have everyone laughing the most. Harry is shaking with laughter from your story and you smile at him in appreciation when he says, “That is the funniest story I’ve heard in a long fucking time.”
The rest of the night goes really well, for the most part. No one bickers or is short with each other. Everyone is laughing and drinks are flowing. Eventually Mitch gets up to go to the bathroom and you feel Harry slide back into the booth closer to you after letting Mitch out. Your hand had taken up residence next to your thigh, resting on the vinyl of the booth. You sense something next to it now and notice Harry’s hand is resting close beside it. He shifts his hand closer when he sees that you’re looking down at it. He’s almost touching you and you look up to his eyes, wondering if he’ll close the distance. He makes an imperceptible shake of his head, but you know what he means. As you’re about to shift your hand so that your pinky connects with his, Mitch returns and your head shoots up to his figure. You instantly remove your hand from the vinyl and shift closer to Charlotte. Harry gets up, but doesn’t sit back down once Mitch is settled. He instead walks off to get another drink, risking one last look at the table where he makes eye contact with you, but he doesn’t come back. Mitch informs everyone that Harry went back to the hotel because “he was tired” after Harry doesn’t return and Mitch gets a text. You roll your eyes, sure that you saw him slip out of the side door with a woman he found at the bar after he had gotten his drink. If that’s what ‘tired’ looked like on Harry, it was fine.
You start to speak to Harry on a more regular basis after that night out. It’s not funny or lighthearted. It’s just ‘I saw this song the other day, thought you might like to listen’. It went back and forth, it wasn’t everyday but it was something. The last text between the two of you before you began sharing songs again was his ‘I’m trying it’s just hard’ text that he had sent randomly one night. Then after one of you would listen, you would see each other at sound check and mention the song and what you thought about it. It can be noted that it was Harry who sent the first song.
For Harryween, Adam couldn’t be there. He has some family emergency the day of and doesn’t come with the rest of you to Madison Square Garden or the hotel you were staying at. Thankfully, Charlotte also plays keys and you can play bass. The band had to shift around some things on stage and make minimal changes to the setlist since you weren’t rehearsed on the covers Harry was doing. You spent the whole day running through the chords of those songs with Mitch, trying to memorize them so you didn’t mess it up during the show.
It was weird because for Harryween the setlist was switched up a little from the regular set for Love On Tour. Harry was playing the entire new album as well as half of the first album, Medicine, some of his other unreleased stuff, and about six covers, including old One Direction songs. It was going to be a long show and a challenge for you.
Before the show, Harry pulls you aside, to a dark corner backstage, and your mind flits back to the last time you had been in this type of position. The last time he had called you ‘love’, the last time you bit his earlobe - which always drove him crazy, the last time he ground his hips against yours, those and more and you had no idea that it was the last. By then you had already had sex with Harry for the last time, kissed his lips for the last time. It made your heart race to be so close to him and so alone once again. But it’s nowhere near the same as it once was. You shake the memories from your mind and look up expectantly at him.
“Have you got this?” He asks seriously, tone concerned. Of course it’s a music question, nothing more. Like it always was now.
“Yeah, of course.” His stare is unwavering and you try not to falter from it.
“I can get someone else to cover tomorrow, it was just such a short notice today. You know bass really well too, it made sense.”
“I’ve got this. Seriously, don’t worry, Harold.” You pat his chest lightly and for once Harry smiles at the sound of your nickname for him. You had stopped using it after the end of your arrangement. It never felt right to use when you were talking about music, and that was about the only time you had been talking. In this moment though, it felt right. His warm, large hands held your upper arms as you stared up into his big eyes. You missed staring into them, the shimmering emerald of his irises were constantly intriguing. You instinctively reach up to move back a curl that has fallen onto his forehead. He doesn’t shy away from your touch and continues to smile down at you.
“Y’haven’t called me that in forever.” He grins, his lips a shiny pink from the lip balm he had on.
“No, I suppose I haven’t. But where was the groan? The whole point is to annoy you.” You smile coyly. He tips his head back and laughs, releasing your arms from his grasp as he laughs wholeheartedly.
Then he does a soft groan, a playful sound, “How was that?”
“Eh. I’ll give you a four out of ten. Not enough emotion behind it.” You slide from the area the two of you have been occupying and make your way onto the stage to start dealing with the bass you would be playing. You hear Harry call out to you, “I think I deserve at least a five, maybe even a six!” You turn back for a second to look at him with an unimpressed expression and shake your head no. He laughs again and you hear him even when you walk out onto the stage. You smile to yourself as you pick up the bass.
When he introduces the band, he waits to talk about you last. “And sadly this evening Mr. Adam Prentergest, our usual fabulous bassist, was unable to attend our fancy dress party! However! Our lovely Y/N L/N is also a superb bassist and was kind enough to step into his place. - Anything to add?” He saunters across the stage to you and you laugh kindly, feeling at ease in this part of the stage even though you were usually on the opposite side and further back from the crowd. You nod at Harry and he leans his portable mic towards your lips. You wet them quickly and eye Harry before turning out to the crowd. “Just please go easy on me if the bass sounds a bit wonky. It wasn’t on the job description that I’d be playing songs I didn’t know, with a few hours notice, on not my main instrument.” You say this in a kind of list format, holding up your fingers as you tick off all the ways that this was out of your comfort zone. You scratch your head dramatically after you’re finished and the whole crowd laughs and cheers. The rest of your bandmates chuckle along and Harry nods and smiles at you.
“You’ll do great, love.” He leans into your ear and says without the microphone. Then he winks and turns to go back to the center of the stage. You press your lips together to contain your smile, both happy and concerned about the flip your stomach just did.
The show is going great. Harry is killing it with the crowd. Everything is electric. You’re entirely focussed on your bass playing, but Harry has been coming over every so often to do something fun or have you tell a joke.
“She’s truly the funniest person I know! And I know a fair amount of people I think.” Harry says as he walks over to you have you tell another joke. Mitch has been looking at you and Harry interacting all night and he’s sure that it isn’t your different position that has him coming over and talking to you so much tonight. Something has definitely changed once again. First the pair of you were always together and having fun, then it was silence and stolen glances that neither of you realized you were taking, now it was back to the beginning.
“That’s because you think puns are part of the top tier levels of comedy.” You say easily, “Here, I can guarantee Harry will love this and the rest of you will likely groan.” Then you stop and act as if you’re thinking for a little, everyone’s waiting expectantly. “Sorry, thinking...Well, I’ve got some skeleton puns I could do, they’re very humerus or y’know classic vampire ones..eh but those ones kind of suck. What do you think, Harry?” You look out at the crowd, face deadpan, as Harry laughs beside you. You roll your eyes playfully and push him back to the center of the stage. Leaning into your own mic now, you say, “I told you.” That’s when everyone laughs. Harry throws another look at you over his shoulder and laughs a little more, his smile wide and eyes bright.
A little over half way through the night, it’s time for ‘to be so lonely’. You already knew the bass chords for it before today and you were confident in yourself by now. It wasn’t as hard a song so you were happy for the little break. This song allowed you to not be looking down at the notes you had stuck to the floor in front of you. Harry’s voice comes in after Mitch’s intro and you watch the way his lips move against his mic. You laugh a little as you watch the crowd yell the first “arrogant son of a bitch” line. You used to not particularly like when people did that, but after it had ended with Harry you had started to enjoy it a bit more. Having those people yell the words you couldn’t, but truly felt about him sometimes, was cathartic. Tonight you weren’t angry with him, but you enjoyed the energy in the room when everyone said it. We’ve all got our own ‘arrogant son of a bitch’ that we want to scream at sometimes. Tonight yours wasn’t Harry for the first time in a long time. The song moves along and Harry takes the microphone off its stand, he walks towards your side of the stage. When the lyrics get to:
“I miss the shape of your lips, your wit, it’s just a trick, this is it so I’m sorry”
Harry isn’t looking at the crowd, he’s looking straight at you. You don’t understand the way he’s looking at you. Or maybe you don’t want to understand it. This song, its lyrics, explains Harry really well. You saw the relationship you had with him in the words. Maybe not precisely, but a part of it was in it. Harry had unknowingly foretold your lives with his words. You know he has trouble connecting and committing, you know his issues, and you accept them. But you knew what had happened between the two of you was far more serious than meaningless sex and you knew Harry couldn’t bring himself to be that serious. He ran off and that was fine, but the face that he couldn’t even apologize hurt you the most. But the song lays it all out for you, he’s not one to be able to apologize quickly. The fact that he looks at you and means the apology he sings in the song for you, it’s a big step, but it’s not enough. The banter, the technical apology, it was all a good start, but it’s just that - the beginning. If Harry wants to make things better with you, a lot more needs to be discussed. So when you sing backing vocals for the following chorus you mean the words for Harry completely.
“Don’t call me baby again, you got your reasons, I know that you’re trying to be friends. I know you mean it, but don’t call me baby again it’s hard for me to go home and be so lonely”
His eyes flick to you again and see your lips moving around the words as you play the bass. He sees the emotion in your face and understands what you’re saying. It’s hard for you to go to your room at night and be alone while he’s out with someone else. It’s hard for him to act like everything’s all fine and perfect, back to normal, because for you it isn’t really. He can’t call you ‘love’ and tell the world you’re funny and expect it to be enough. He can’t sing his sorry that was initially for someone else to you and expect you to accept it. And he knows it, too.
After the show everyone decides they’re exhausted and need to rest before tomorrow. You all planned to celebrate the whole day and you knew it was going to be a wicked Halloween. Knowing this, you’re surprised with the knock on your door after about an hour of being back at the hotel. You’ve given up the habit you had once hoped to cultivate and swing the door open haplessly. Truly having no idea who to expect, you are still surprised to find the man standing before you.
“Mitch.”
“We need to talk.” He stares down at you, his shoulders slumped from tiredness.
“Come in,” you usher him in when you hear the urgency of his voice. He saunters in before you and you close the door. You move to the small couch in the room and sit down. Your hands gesture for him to sit as well, but he shakes his head. He stays standing and brings a hand up to smooth his hair back on the right side. His eyes staying on the floor and flickering up to you every so often.
“What is going on with you and Harry?”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh come on Y/N. You’re seemingly best friends with him for a good portion of tour, then you’re barely on speaking terms for the second half, now you’re joking around again. What is going on?”
You sit there in a stunned silence, “I don’t know what to say.” Your arms go to hug your body, feeling anxious about being confronted about this topic.
“Were you seeing each other?” His voice is soft, eyes taking in your body language and knowing it’s a difficult topic.
“I wouldn’t put it like that…”
He holds back the ‘I knew it’ statement because of how sullen you look, b..ut in his mind all of the pieces he had watched unfold came to fit in a perfect puzzle. He decides to sit beside you when you don’t say anything else.
“We were having sex,” it felt weird to say it out loud, no one but you and Harry had actually known, “But it ended. I don’t know what today was...but it felt different than how it’s been.”
“Why are you so sad if it was just sex?” He places a hand on your shoulder and your tear-filled eyes meet his. “Oh…” He knows why.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.” You sob at his apology because he’s not the one who should be at your door apologizing. You sniffle and lean your head into his chest. He takes you into his arms and holds you as your cries become muffled sounds in his shirt.
You cry without words for a few minutes, Mitch coos some soothing words, his voice soft and kind. He was always a good shoulder to cry on for all of your bandmates, he was extremely strong and you made a mental note to thank him thoroughly when you actually were capable of forming coherent thoughts. “I’ve never told anyone before. It feels so weird even saying it out loud,” you say as you pull back from Mitch’s embrace. You're thankful his shirt is black, no tear stains can be made out.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks gently, gauging your reaction. You wipe at your eyes and nod.
Taking a deep breath, you decide to start from the beginning. “Do you remember the party Charlotte had a week before we left for tour?”
Mitch nods and his eyes widen at what you’re saying as he remembers the night. “It started back then?” He’s unable to contain his incredulous question. He had suspected something, but hadn’t thought it had been going on for that long. He was truly astounded. You nod, “Well sort of,” then you go on to recount the last couple of months. All the way up until the Forum shows. “That night, when I opened Harry’s door and it was you standing there...Harry and I didn’t have anything to discuss. It was just…” Mitch nods again. He hadn’t spoken much since you had gotten into the story, wanting to let you be in charge of what you were saying and believing he could probably ask questions at the end. “Then the next night he blew me off for his date with that model and I cried in the elevator because I knew what was going to happen next.”
“So that’s when it ended?” Mitch asks when you don’t speak for a rather extended period of time.
“Yeah, the next morning he came over and I asked if they had sex and he said yes so I told him it was over.”
“But I don’t get why he went out with that model. He had told me she wasn’t his type the night before…” Your eyes shot up and looked at Mitch. His eyes widened when he realized what he said.
“What?”
“When we were talking about Canyon Moon, he mentioned that Jeff had tried to set him up with some woman but he had declined. Said he wasn’t interested. I don’t get what changed between then and the next morning.” He figured it was best to put all the cards out on the table right now. You’d be going your separate ways for a while, now that the tour was over and he had seen how unhappy both you and Harry had been over the last part of the tour.
You shift your leg to have it folded beneath you as you continue to stare at Mitch. “He came over after you and him had your meeting,” you say quietly. Mitch hums, waiting for you to continue this time.
“He apologized for choosing you over me to talk to. Then we slept together, but we didn’t have sex...I think that’s what wigged him. It had felt too real, sleeping in the same bed with me without having sex beforehand made it feel like something more than just two people fulfilling needs.” Mitch nods and sighs heavily. He looks around the room and then back to you, taking in your full appearance. Again he feels terrible for you, how he had felt the second night at the Forum even though he hadn’t known the full story yet. “Now we’re here.”
“Tonight, it felt like he was trying,” Mitch finally said and you smiled sweetly, thinking back to Harry’s behavior. No matter how far from him you were, all those good feelings you associated with him never went away.
“Yeah, it’s been getting better. He texted me once saying he was trying. Then he came out with us one night and it almost seemed like that would be the night he’d apologize, but then he didn’t. Then we started sharing music with each other again. Then tonight… was tonight. It’s just confusing. He’s confusing.”
Mitch smiles sadly and brings you in for another hug and you’re actually so thankful he
showed up at your door. It was your first time telling anyone all of this, because Harry didn’t even know how you felt about some of these things. It felt amazing to be heard and to be told it was okay to be feeling like this.
Pulling back, Mitch says, “He’s definitely different. But his differences are what make him special and that’s why I think he clings to them even if they sometimes can hurt other people. The fact that he’s trying is a good sign. I hope he can find it in himself to make it right between you two because I had never seen either of you happier than when you were apparently together. Especially those few weeks leading up to Los Angeles. Sarah had kept asking me why Harry was so smiley back then. When I had asked him, he had just said “have you ever found something and realized you wanted to keep it with you forever?” I had no idea what he had meant, but I feel like he meant you now.”
Your awestruck at what Mitch has just told you. He was right about the first part about Harry trying to change, but the last bit, that’s what had left you speechless. You turn your body to face the rest of the room and put your chin against your hand as you think.
“Mitch...I have to go.”
He understands what you mean and you walk out of the door with him. He walks down the hall to his room and you walk quickly past the elevator and opt for the stairs. Before you know it you’re running up the stairs, taking two at a time even though you’re not the most athletically inclined. You can’t stand to wait for the elevator and your mind is racing.
You knock on the door that is Harry’s after reaching his floor. It swings open and reveals a confused and sleepy Harry. Thankfully he’s still fully dressed because that would have been a whole other problem you would have if he hadn’t been. You push past him and walk straight into his room without any invitation. He follows behind you, still unsure of why you’ve come here.
“Have you ever found something and realized you want to keep it forever?” You ask him, repeating the words Mitch had just told you.
“Pardon?”
“You told Mitch that about me before we ended things. If that’s how you felt, why didn’t you do what you said?”
Harry sighs as the words register in his mind. The memory of when he had smiled at Mitch so giddily and asked the vague question, his thoughts only of you as he asked it. The shit-eating grin he had plastered on his face after Mitch had looked at him confusedly flitted across his mind. As well as the way he had gone to his dressing room and had a quickie with you after that conversation.
“It’s not that simple…”
“It is, Harry! Why can’t you just be honest with me for once?”
“Okay, fine. You want me to be honest?” you nod at his harsh tone. The two of you standing only a few feet apart. “You have no goddamn idea what you do to me, when I’m around you, I have no control of my emotions or of my thoughts. I pushed you away because I didn’t like feeling out of control. I got out because what had started as a fun time had turned into me longing to be with you every waking hour. I found myself not caring what we did as long as I got to hold you and be around you, but that wasn’t part of the plan.”
“Plans can change, Harry.”
You step closer to him and he meets your eyes. He had left his music playing softly on his phone before he had opened the door so now as the two of you stared at each other, he must have been playing his Etta James playlist because her voice faded out of the song “I’d Rather Go Blind” and straight into “A Sunday Kind of Love”. Harry had shared her At Last album with you over the Christmas holiday of last year and you had decided to listen to her entire discography afterwards, so you knew the songs. The transition was a little too on the nose and you wondered if Spotify ever listened to your conversations.
His emerald eyes examine your face and take inventory of your features, measuring whether anything had changed since he had looked at you this close up. Your hand goes up to cup his cheek and he nuzzles into it, dropping his head closer to you ever so slightly and closing his eyes at the feeling of you.
“I am sorry,” he whispers earnestly as he reopens his eyes.
You can’t take your eyes off of him even if you tried. He looks so soft in the moment, so vulnerable in this light as the music swells in the corner of the room. Etta sings about how she needs a love that is going to last as the pair of you inch yourselves closer together.
“I forgive you, Harry,” you whisper back.
He nudges his head further down and your lips finally press together, slotting back together after months apart. Your lips are eager to press back against their favorite companion. You oblige them, but pull back for a second, just far enough to say, “I will always forgive you, so long as you tell me when you’re scared so we can work through it together.”
He nods, “I promise to never let you go again.” Before taking you back against his lips and gathering your body up in his arms. His lips missing yours just as much.
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Thnks Fr Th Mmrs
A Frank Adler One Shot.
Summary: It’s Frank’s wedding night… but you’re not quite ready to let him go just yet.
Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, 18+) allusions to cheating…
Pairings: Frank Adler x Reader
A/N: Just a little smutty one shot featuring everyone’s favourite Dirty Boat Daddy. Written for @onlyjamesbarnes 1.5k Follower Challenge. Prompt in bold. Congrats babe!!
Lyrics from Fall Out Boy- Thnks Fr Th Mmrs
Frank Adler Master list // Main Masterlist
❤️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔♥️💔
I'm gonna make you bend and break,
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show…
Frank had always been powerless to resist you. He was a moth to your flame, but like always, you play with fire and you get burnt.
But now, you were the one burning, burning hotter than the sun.
With a groan, you ground your hips down as you leaned back, rolling and rocking down onto him. That face, sharp chiselled jawline covered by a slightly nearer than usual scruff looked back at you, his perfect profile silhouetted against the moonlight which drifted through the curtains of the hotel room.
How could something that wrong feel so fucking right?
And I want these words to make things right, But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life.
"Who does he think he is?"
If that's the worst you've got, better put your fingers back to the keys
He shouldn’t have let you in, but you knew he would as soon as he fired you the message with his room number. Your signature knock had sounded across the plush suite he was spending his last night as a ‘single’ man in, and like a sacrificial lamb welcoming its slaughter, he’d opened the door.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“I wanted to see you.” You blinked up at him. He was still in his slacks and dress shirt, from the rehearsal you’d sat through, tie discarded, collar open. He cut a stark contrast to the boat greased and oil stained, salty air cured man you were used to.
He held the door open for you, stepping back and allowing you in. Without a word you walked over to the grand windows the space provided, offering a look at the shoreline outside and below. The view was breathtaking at night, the moonlight shining off the waves as they lapped at the shore, mere metres away from where tomorrow he would take his vows.
Through the reflection of the window behind you, you could see him just as his hands gripped at your waist. You turned on the ball of your foot, manicured fingers running up his chest from his strong pecs to his collarbones and over his shoulders to around his neck, your lips quickly on his. Your tongue slipped inside, tasting a hint of scotch, a half drunk glass of which sat on the small coffee table to the right. Frank moaned against your mouth while your fingers slipped through the neatly trimmed hair of his neck.
You pushed against him slightly with your body, the back of his legs hitting the chair besides the coffee table and he took a seat, breaking your kiss.
“This shouldn’t-“
“Shhh.” You shook your head. “Just give me tonight, please.”
He stared at you with lust blown eyes, different to the playful glint he normally possessed when he used to look at you, as you thought for a second about your next move, bottom lip already swollen from his kiss between your teeth.
You knew he was a goner.
"Y/N," he managed to croak out as you straddled his lap, seating yourself over his now hard cock, the rough fabric of his dark dress pants constraining him, giving you just enough teasing friction agasint your sensitive inner thighs. His large hands slid up your thighs and under your light coloured, flowy dress as you moved your lips over his again, giving him access to your ass, finger tips grazing the barely there material of your panties.
You ground down against him, your hips rolling in a circular motion as he growled into your mouth, squeezing your cheeks with his hands. You kicked off your sandals, making a thud as they hit the plush carpet. A sound that matched that of your heart. A heart that squeezed in your chest, as if someone had wound and elastic band around its middle knowing that tomorrow you’d watch him takes his vows.
And everything would change.
Frank broke away from your lips, to lick and nip at your jaw and down your neck, tongue rolling against your sternum. His face drilled between your breasts, inhaling your scent.
Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt and plucked them open skillfully, French manicured nails raking across his chest, causing him to shudder and groan. You reached for the buckle of his belt, undoing it with little trouble, lifting your hips slightly, showing a strength in your thighs as you lifted away from him, to undo his flies. You adjusted yourself, pushing up on your knees just a little to allow the room you needed to dip your hand just under his boxers waistline, gently gripping at his dick.
“No, not here.” He growled, teeth nipping at the shell of your ear. “I want you in the bed.”
The bed. Where he would spend his first night as a married man.
It was so wrong.
Yet you happily obliged.
It was a well practiced tango the pair of you had danced over the years, and now here you were, him keening underneath you with a desperation you’d come to know well.
You could feel his cock pulsing against your walls and it gave you the chills. You held the power and control as he struggled to keep his.
With a quick movement, Frank sat up, pulling you flush against his chest, the angle hitting you just at that pleasurable spot he always managed to hit within you. His head dropped, lips and teeth gently teasing your nipple, large hands splayed agains your spine as he lavished you with affection.
You started grinding down harder, looking for that clitoral stimulation you wanted and as you found it, he moaned deeply into your ear.
“I’m close, but I don’t wanna… not yet.” His words were a plea, a plea that he wasn’t ready to end, and you knew he didn’t simply mean tonight.
But it had to. There was no way around it.
One night and one more time, thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
"Just...let...go," you purred against him.
"Oh fahk," he ground out as his feet planted firmly into the mattress and his hips thrust upward. It didn't take much, a few strong and hard drives and you were crying out his name, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you came around around him.
"Jesus, fahkk, I'm gonna fahking.... Oh fahk," he swore vehemently, his old Boston drawl thick as he drove hard into you for a final time, exploding his load deep into you, spraying your walls with ribbons of white cream.
The pair of you collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Frank kept you held to his chest as you both drew ragged, heaving breaths. After a moment, Frank pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, no words needed.
And you blinked back a solitary tear.
*****
I'm looking forward to the future, but my eyesight is going bad.
And this crystal ball, it’s always cloudy except for when you look into the past
One night stand
Frank had fallen asleep with you in his arms, not quite ready to let you go. But you were long gone by the time he woke the next morning, the only evidence you’d been in his room was a scribbled note on the pad on the night stand.
“Here’s to the first day of the rest of your life.”
He’d folded the note up and slipped it into his breast pocket, not quite sure why. Maybe it would keep you close to him in those moments he needed to feel you, who knows.
Who knows why any of this had started in the first place.
He watched Mary walk down the aisle first, her bouquet in her hand had been dropped as she had leapt into his arms for a hug, laughing as she told him how excited she was. He’d kissed her cheek and placed her down and she stood by his side, watching as his bride and her father started towards him.
It was then Frank’s eyes had found yours as you watched him, and he swallowed, his chest contracting.
He could still feel your eyes on him and he couldn’t get the image of you bouncing on top of his cock out of his head. He blinked as someone said his name, and he looked at the officiant, clearing his throat.
“Sorry, little nervous.” He apologised, flashing a cheeky grin before he took a deep breath.
A couple of I-Dos later, he was told to kiss his wife. So he did.
And all he could taste was you.
Man and wife walked hand in hand down the aisle to applause, and at the end they stopped and the new Mrs Adler peered up at Frank, a soft smile on her face.
“You happy?”
“Of course.” He smiled back.
“Good, because choosing me to spend your life with, well, I actually think it’s the second best choice you’ve ever made in your life.”
Frank blinked as he heard the click of the photographer's camera. “Oh? The second? What was the first?”
“Letting me into your room last night.” You grinned, your hand sliding up his tux, the diamond studded band catching the sun, glinting in the bright light.
Frank grinned at you, before he arched his eyebrow. “Time will tell if it really was bad luck to see my wife the night before.”
“Didn’t feel like bad luck to me,” you smirked, you hand gently tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as he dropped his head to kiss you, the cheers and applause once more chiming in your ears.
One night and one more time, thanks for the memories
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Hello, i want to req kazuha x f!reader and if you can do nsfw, please 👉🏻👈🏻 since it's kazuha, maybe he's more like soft!dom. Thank you!
IEHFIEH OKAY OKAY I got really excited about writing this so it's a WHOPPING 3K WORDS! So many words
Kazuha's another Xiao situation for me, it seems...not to mention my favorite to write is very painfully obviously soft doms. That being said, I did make him a little more flirty than his voice lines suggest.
The poem that is referenced in the fic is In the Sea of Iwami by Kakinomoto Hitomaro!
Drowning in You
Summary: At first, you know little of the mysterious ronin's past, but little by little, you find your fates entwined.
Contains: ((NSFW 18+)) Kazuha x afab!reader, soft dom!Kazuha, reader is traveler but not Aether or Lumine, small mention of alcohol, hint of overstim, poetic
How vast, the ocean seems to be, even more so in the dark of night. Above, the sky is a spattered array with thousands of glittering stars, the moon but a sliver. The ship gently rocks in the calm waters as a meager dot upon waves. Despite the moon's position already setting back down along the dark curtain of night and the crew's final decision to retire to their quarters, you're awake.
Lost in all the thoughts of how you've just begun to experience all Liyue has only to now be well on your way to Inazuma.
The dangers that others have spoken of, that you know are to come…you’re sure that your resolve will be tested once more in the unfamiliar land.
The silent repose is interrupted by a voice.
"May I join you, traveler?"
Kazuha.
As you've come to find in the few days you've been aboard the Alcor, the red-dressed man often sits and watches the way the waves roll along the surface of the ocean and the birds soar across the sky. Lost in all that the sea has to offer, there's hardly a moment when he's not tuned in to the whispers of nature in quiet appreciation. Though, you notice, never this toward morning.
Shuffling to the side, you pat the solid wooden deck beside you. He takes a seat with legs folded beneath him.
"It's beautiful tonight—the gentle breeze, the sounds of the water hitting the hull...I fully understand the appeal. But why is it you're still awake?"
Before tonight, you've hardly heard the gentle timbre of his voice. The raspiness—whether natural or from his own fatigue, you're not sure, but a feeling of warmth settles. It swirls, tempting. Breaking your thoughts, you politely meet his gaze.
"Thinking, of everything, I guess."
You pull your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them. Though it’s a warm night, the breeze provides a chill from the ocean.
"Of Inazuma, too."
Kazuha hums in understanding.
Once more, the silence of the ship and sea envelop you to drift back to your thoughts, closing your eyes and forgetting what your handsome companion just stirred in you.
But your mind drifts back to him regardless.
Your heart quickens at the thought of him staring out towards the sea, the sun shining down just right and highlighting pale hair and scarlet eyes.
There’s little doubt that he’s caught your eye, handsome, with an aura of unknown strength. A wanted man, from what Beidou has told you. Forever on the run and far from home. She fully believes there’s no need to worry, but you know others might think otherwise.
They whisper how it’s certain with the breathtaking skill he displays in his swordsmanship that his abilities come from a multitude of experience. Speaking of the way he keeps so to himself. A samurai with a lack of a master.
A ronin.
It’s not surprising, the rumors that spread quick.
Though, you find, the speculation of danger quickly dissipates once the realization of his gentle spirit and knack for poetry comes to light. He’s gentle, you realize. Kind.
It’s hard to believe someone as free-spirited as he would be a criminal.
Kazuha is patient, body turned so he’s facing you while you think, examining the look upon your features. The realization that you’ve been lost in your thoughts about the very man warms your cheeks. You finally speak up.
“And you?”
“Most of the same,” He replies. “There’s no need to worry—about Inazuma, I mean. After what I’ve seen, I trust in your abilities.”
His hand settles atop one of yours. Its touch is warm.
“I may not be able to join you, but I’m sure of this.”
You look back out to the deep blue waters. But he doesn’t move, not until you look back into eyes the color of the very maple leaves he dons.
Expression serious, Kazuha leans closer. The skip in your chest worsens the heat that creeps up your neck and cheeks. But as quickly as he does, he pulls away, his hand returning to lay in his lap.
“Away I have come, parting from her / Even as the creeping vines do part. / My heart aches within me…”
Wistful, he recites, and turns his gaze to the moon.
“A poem, from my homeland. Bittersweet in it’s meaning. Whether he sees his lover upon his return—it isn’t known.”
“Do you? Miss someone?”
He chuckles, shaking his head.
“Not quite in the same way. A friend. Though I can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to have someone like that. Someone to hold so dearly within your very being that the thought of being without them brings physical pain…”
A hand lifts, pressing to his chest as if trying to feel for heaviness.
The two of you watch the night for a bit longer in silence.
As your long and arduous journey dwindles, you find yourself seeking Kazuha’s company more and more.
Unbeknownst to you, he does the same.
Most often, it’s between duties on the ship, arms leaning against the wood banister as you both watch the waves and birds as they meet in swoops. They glide with wings tucked, diving into the murky waters, soon to break back through with a prize.
An osprey, he tells you.
The pleasant bird-watching comes quickly to an end before you’re both swept back into work until late afternoon when the crew gathers to drink and celebrate.
After all, there’s only a few days left until you finally dock at your destination and the night is beautiful and clear.
You find Kazuha tucked away towards the quarterdeck.
With everyone else scattered on the main deck, the two of you are left alone with the waves and wind.
“You’re not going to join them?”
He looks up from his drink, setting it down before rising. Despite the way the sun has set, you can clearly see the mirth dancing in his eyes. Kazuha stops a few inches away from your face with his head tilted in question.
“Weeks we have known each other now…should I be offended that you’re still asking that?”
Clearly the unimpressed look on your face is enough to make him chuckle and apologize.
“No, I won’t be joining them. Not when I’d rather stay away and have you to myself instead.”
You flush and give him a little push. Again, he laughs and apologizes but you know that he doesn’t mean it. Regardless, you brush past him to sit where he was before, patting the deck in a way not different from that first night. All the same, your heart skips a beat.
“May I join you, traveler?”
A smile spreads across your lips. “Of course.”
So he sits and the two of you find solace in the little conversations you have.
It’s nice, to have someone to be close to, to share interests despite having backgrounds so distinct. He offers you a bit of his drink and you take a sip, holding it between both your hands. The face you make, he decides, is unforgettable just as it is hilarious. But his innocent enjoyment only lasts so long.
A dribble of the deep liquid beads at the corner of your lip.
You miss the way that his attention flicks to the way your tongue peeks out to catch the glistening drop.
Kazuha shifts, eyes flicking from your lip back down to the cup in your hand.
When his hand touches yours, guiding you to place the cup down, you snort. But he continues so he can interlace your fingers with his, to hear the way your breath shifts and sees how your pupils dilate when you realize the difference in his mood.
Would you mind if he were to…?
When your lips part and your eyes lower to his, he gets his answer.
"I hear the way that your heart beats loudly in your chest, your breath bated...” Really, his own hammers in his chest, louder than the crash of waves against the ship’s hull. He squeezes your hand.
“Just as I can feel your desire."
And truthfully, you know he’s noticed the way your gaze lingers on him. How when you two accidentally brush hands that you don’t immediately pull away. Not anymore.
Small flashes of little interactions with him come to light.
Finally, he leans in, and you find that his lips taste of the lingering bitterness of wine, tongue sweet as it laps at yours. He looses himself in the velvet of your lips and how they seem to meld to his so perfectly, the music of your sighs filling his senses and your heart beats like the rumble of the ocean.
To know what it’s like to hold someone so dear…this must be what that is.
Languid, your lips move against each other’s, reluctant to stop. Under the light of the maroon sky, you’re cloaked in the warmth of his body against yours.
When he finally parts, you’re laying against the deck with him hovering above you.
“I don’t want to regret this—the mere thought of being apart…”
He brushes a stray hair from your face, fingertips tracing over the curve of your cheek.
“Even if it means I will be risking my life, I will follow where you go. Destiny has made its mark, so who am I to break it?”
How can you refuse, seeing the sincerity of his vow, trusting the very man you met and befriended and come to love in a few weeks’ time? To know his gentle nature, the way that he seems always so aware of the world around him, the carefree way he approaches all he does—you’d known, somewhere deep within, that the moment he asks to accompany you, you’d selfishly say yes.
But it’s all too much to express in word, so you pull him down to meet you, desperate and yearning.
It’s easy, natural, the way that you melt into each other, fumbling as he helps you stand up—to make your way to his quarters between kisses.
The others still are above deck celebrating, unaware of the blossoming bloom between you, the private quarters void of anyone else. The door to his room swings open as soon as he turns the knob and you take him by his lapels and pull him inside.
The door closes with a soft click.
Setting you down upon his berth, he meets you for another kiss before beginning the tedious task of undressing. Even in a hurry, he carefully folds each article, ensuring their safety. When he turns, you’re left bare as well, looking at him through halfmoon eyes.
In his lungs, his breath is caught.
You’re beautiful.
So he says it in word and in the way that he guides you to lay with his body between your spread legs.
You utter his name, cupping his cheek. He leans into your touch while you guide him back down to you. It takes little for him to follow your movements, drawn in like the sweet song of a siren.
He claims you in the kisses peppered over your lips and jaw, dragging down to dip in the hollow of your neck. Beneath him, your pulse jumps and your neck flexes. So he continues, reverent. Pledging loyalty with every brush of his lips against your skin.
Yours, all yours.
Busied with the sensation of him, you relax, offering yourself to his touch. His unbandaged hand travels over the soft planes of your body, cupping breasts and hip, careful as it travels to press fingertips into your thigh. It lingers, so close.
The feel of your hand timid on his chest encourages him to explore the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before finally, finally tracing along your wetted cunt.
“Please—”
His fingers tease, sliding up and down along it, making you shiver beneath him. A sight to behold, one that makes his heart sing and stutter at once. And they draw out a shaky moan when they press into you.
He takes his time in the movement of his fingers, coaxing you with a curve and the dulcet tone of his voice in your ear.
Left with his name on your tongue, your arms wrap around his neck, wanting him closer, closer. He obliges. All you want in this moment is him—impatience running quick.
Kazuha is taken by surprise when you take him into your hand, marveling at the way his hips press closer to your touch.
It’s strange to be touched this way, even with his past experiences. How it feels to be caressed by you so intimately, just the idea of it being you beneath him, touching him, him touching you. He wants more of it. And so he bucks into your hand with hot desire coursing through his veins.
For a while, the two of you delight in each other’s bodies.
When he draws his fingers from your core, he doesn’t bother with the way your slick clings to his skin, replacing your hand around his cock with his own and propping himself up with legs kneeled and hips slotted between yours.
With bated breath you observe as he gazes into your eyes.
Even so smoldered with desire, they’re impossibly clear and gentle, reflecting the very swirl of emotions you feel with every thump of your pulse. Leaning closer, Kazuha brushes his lips to yours, slow.
“You’re trembling—are you cold?”
The room feels fine despite your state of undress, though he continues before you can speak.
“Allow me to warm you up...”
When he finally kisses you deep, his hips press into yours and fill you.
The ship sways, each rock back and fourth amplified with how he holds you close to him, how he whispers sweetly in your ear and describes just how good it feels for you to squeeze around him like that. Once more you’re swept into all he gives you.
Kazuha thrusts, every movement deliciously slow. The brush of his cock against your walls makes your eyes flutter and your lips part with every gasp.
Every sigh draws him in deeper. Slow, fluid.
With the ebb and flow of his movements, you find yourself lost. He is the raging tempest dragging you down to the murky depths yet is the same gentle wind that cools you. You’re lost in the way that he moans your name in your ear and hips barely pull away from yours before burying back deep.
You—spread beneath him with your legs bent to his sides—in the dim light drives him. Kazuha finds that no matter where he looks, how close his body is pressed to yours, it’s never quite enough. Every sigh that’s drawn from your lungs is the voice that calls to him to wander.
He’s mesmerized.
Each push stirs that need in you for more, coming to life in the way that your body arches to meet his. Almost…as if feeling him against you is your lifeline—a deep, unyielding need. The same strange feeling that he knows is coming to life within him. And with how you so sweetly grasp at his shoulders in your hands, he’s certain it is.
His arm slides down, hand flat against your lower back to lift your hips. Eager, you comply. A few strokes of his hips with the delicious drag provided by the new angle, and you cry out in whimpers.
“Right there—please, please-“
Murmuring your name, his lips press to your ear and his hips speed up as he searches for that spot once more. He’s good—feels so so good.
A kiss to your temple accompanies the quick build of the knot deep in your abdomen, pulling taut and teasing your release.
“Where should I touch you?” The croon of his voice calls.
You guide his hand between your writhing bodies, a shock of pleasure jolting when the pad of his finger brushes against where you’re most sensitive. Only moments pass before your vision flickers, body tensing and a choked moan escaping past your ruddied lips.
It’s too much—his careful movements to hit the right spot and the way his fingers trace over your skin and he finds himself lost in the feeling as well. The lingering feeling of your high sends shocks with every movement he gives, both of you left trembling. Shaky hands try to grab at his chest and arm, pulling it away.
He stills, just holding you close.
He can feel it again, the flutter of your pulse, when his lips pepper kisses along your jaw and neck to bring you back to him.
Finally back from your high, Kazuha carefully slides from within you in lieu of laying by your side. You’re still breathing hard when careful movements pull the blanket from the foot of the bed over both of your forms. With an arm draped over your now covered hip, he smiles soft.
The wind howls outside.
"Do you really mean it, Kazuha?”
He lifts his arm so you can turn onto your side, looking up at him with your head on the pillow. It’s cute the way the soft material forms around your cheek. But you’re still waiting for his answer.
The ronin simply places a kiss on your forehead, the warm brush of his lips punctuating his words.
“I will follow you til the day the sun ceases to shine—so long as you are by my side, the wind shall blow and the tides ebb. This shall be my vow to you...”
It isn’t until your expression relaxes, lulled to sleep by his warmth and the gentle rock of the ocean, eyes closed and your breathing even that he speaks once more. It’s quiet, save for the creaking of wood and the faraway shouts of the crew above in their revelry. Here, laying besides you, the feeling within his chest carefully tended to, Kazuha finds a new purpose. A newfound desire.
“…whom I love with a love / deep as the miru-growing ocean.”
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