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stormy427 · 7 months

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Need Someone Older

This is just pure smut. There is no actual sex in this but dear god. Don't look if you are a minor, please save yourself.

WC: ~3k

Nightfall set upon Lycina and her companions quicker than expected, already weary from a long day of travel the group decided to find the nearest tavern and spend the night there rather than spend valuable sleeping time setting up camp. The tavern was nicer than the group expected, with several other patrons sitting at the tables and a soothing rumble of conversation that filled the air. The companions got rooms for the night and headed off for some well needed sleep, all of them except you.

Being surrounded by lively conversation and finally having a nice warm meal helped to dramatically raise your mood from what it had been on the road. You and a certain self absorbed vampire had been bickering constantly lately and honestly you could use a break from him. You haven’t been able to figure out why Astarion has been so cold to you recently, but for tonight you plan on pushing those thoughts out of your mind and what better way to distract yourself than finding a decent looking person and having some fun?

So that’s exactly what you did, you had a few glasses of wine and found your target. He seemed to be around the same age as you, he wasn’t horrible looking or smelling and was able to keep a semi-intelligent conversation. ‘Good enough’ you thought and asked if he wanted to go back to your room and continue ‘talking’ there. He excitedly agreed and you two walked up the wooden steps of the tavern stairs into your room which was unfortunately right across the hall from Astarion. You made a mental note to try and be semi-quiet tonight so as to not alert your companions, but especially Astarion, of your late night adventures.

You and the guy quickly got to work disrobing yourselves and moved to the bed before he leaned in to kiss you. The kiss wasn’t terrible, maybe too much teeth, but nothing that would stop you from wanting to fuck him. It had been several months since you had last been touched by someone other than yourself and you were eager to orgasm from someone else's fingers for a change. You obviously weren’t expecting any mind blowing sex from this random guy you found in a tavern and yet you were somehow still disappointed when it was done. The guy rolled off you and asked if you came to which you replied dryly “Yeah of course, it was great.” the guy didn’t pick up on your tone and replied proudly “I could tell you were enjoying it from how much you were moaning, glad you came so many times.” You were a bit confused if this man thought a moan was equivalent to an orgasm but you decided not to ask. The guy put back on his clothes and quickly exited your room after that little chat, you were grateful that he left quickly and didn’t try to continue talking to you.

You put on your night clothes before laying back down on the bed and spreading your thighs hoping to actually orgasm tonight. Your finger had just made contact with your desperate clit when you heard a loud knock on your door, you audibly sighed before standing up to get the door. When you opened it you didn’t expect to be face to face with an annoyed Astarion who quickly brushed past you into the room. “No please, come on in Astarion.” you mumbled under your breath, obviously irritated at his intrusion.

You weren’t entirely sure why he was in your room and didn’t really want to accidentally initiate a lecture by talking first, so you stood silent for a moment. It took Astarion a second to start speaking to you but when he did he spoke with a dangerous edge to his voice, “So darling, did you and your mystery man have fun tonight? I’m dying to know all the debauchery our little Lycina got into.” You felt the tips of your ears and cheeks flush when you realized that even your fake moans had been heard by Astarion, you began to apologize but Astarion stopped you with a finger across your lips in a shushing action.

The air suddenly felt charged with how close he was standing to you, you could feel his cold finger on your warm lips and for the first time you wondered how his finger might feel elsewhere. “Pray tell my love, how was he? Did he take proper care of you? Hmmm…” he asked, you were shocked by his question but didn’t back down from this conversation. “Actually, he did take very, very good care of me. Thank you for your concern.” You replied indignantly, praying Astarion didn’t somehow know you faked every noise with that guy. Astarions ruby red eyes took on a predatory glint as he locked eyes with you and smirked slightly, effectively staring you down due to his height advantage. The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down your spine that you tried to conceal from Astarion. “Oh really, well it seems that you my love are a liar. It’s a shame really, it would have been entertaining to hear the real thing.”

You weren’t sure if this was Astarion leading you into some sort of a trap so you decided to continue with your confident facade and said “You’d be so lucky to hear how I really sound, it's a shame you probably wouldn’t even compare to that guy.” that sentence was most definitely a mistake, immediately after you said it Astarion’s eyes darkened and he began moving towards you. “You think any of these boys you sleep with would compare to me?” he asked incredulously, all the while continuing to walk towards you, forcing you to step back.

“You may be older but that does not mean you're better, a-after all the skills you- uh don’t use tend to fade away” your voice faltered halfway through the sentence, betraying the anxiety that was building in you. At this point Astarion had effectively bracketed you against the wall with his hands on either side of your head while his body blocked any hope of exiting the situation. He chuckled darkly before leaning down and saying “Darling, I think you will find that every part of me has aged well. You obviously need someone more experienced. Someone who knows how to drive you mad with pleasure until you’re begging for more. You need to be feasted upon until you can’t handle it anymore.” Your breath hitched at his words, the feeling of his breath against your ear only added to your inner turmoil of being extremely horny and extremely confused as to what was happening.

Astarion grazed the shell of your ear with his lips before leaving feather light kisses down your neck and jaw. Your pulse was erratic and you were sure he knew the effect his words were having on your body, his lips made their way to yours leaning in for a surprisingly gentle kiss. He moved back slightly and eyed your blown pupils and flushed face before moving his hands from the wall and cupping your face in both hands before kissing you harder and pulling you flush against him.

One arm dropped down to your waist while his other was holding the back of your head. Once in his arms you leaned up and kissed him again while threading your fingers into his curls and tugged slightly which earned you a soft groan. Astarion’s hands moved under your ass to pick you up, causing you to yelp at the sudden change, he pushed you up against the wall and began leaving wet kisses on your neck, sucking love marks where everyone would see.

You tried to fight the whimper that left you by clapping your hand over your mouth, Astarion moved up to bite your earlobe hard before whispering “My love, I think it would be a bad idea for you to hide those delectable noises from me.” your hand dropped immediately, “Ah, see I knew you were my good girl.”

You responded with a soft moan as you felt yourself getting impossibly wet from his words. Astarion’s assault on your neck stopped and you whined at the loss of his mouth from your skin, “Relax lover, I just want to ravage you properly. I will gladly fuck you against a wall later. Would you like that darling? Hmm?”. You nod desperately, unable to form intelligent thoughts anymore.

He lays you down gently on the bed before standing up to remove his shirt. “Gods, I want you so bad.” you breathe out, sitting up in an attempt to reach him, desperate for more contact. “Tsk, where are your manners pet. What do we say when we want something?” he clicks his tongue at you in mocking disapproval.

You’ve never begged anyone for anything in your entire life but you can’t seem to find the self-control needed to resist his request. “Please touch me, I’ll let you do anything you want to me just touch me please”, you pray that Astarion will take pity on you and your dripping pussy. He is standing at the foot of the bed, eyeing you up and down his eyes almost black with lust. You can’t wait any longer for him to touch you, your fingers find the hem of your night shirt and begin to pull it off before you notice that Astarion has begun crawling up the bed towards you. He catches your stalled wrists and you immediately let go of the fabric, his fingers replace yours as he slowly pulls your shirt off and tosses it on the floor.

With his hands on your bare shoulders he pushes you back onto the bed before kissing you passionately, he hitches his leg under yours to slot himself between your thighs. You groan with relief when you feel him roll your hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger, Astarion grins against your mouth at the sound. He dips his head lower where he leaves open mouth kisses between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach before reaching the waistband of your trousers. “May I?” he asks, his voice deeper and more gravelly than normal. You respond by slowly pushing your trousers down before Astarion helps fully take them off before taking in the sight of your naked body. “Oh my little treat, we are going to have so much fun together.” he cooed while his fingers began tracing up and down your now naked thigh, each movement leaving goosebumps behind them.

You grabbed Astarions hands and placed them on your breasts, “Astarion, I’m going to make myself cum if you don’t touch me. I don’t think either of us want that. Right?” He practically whimpered when you spoke and shook his head before composing himself and saying “That would be an incredible sight to see but I would much rather have a taste instead.” You moaned when his mouth finally surrounded your nipple and his fangs grazed the soft flesh, your fingers laced themselves in his hair and tugged slightly, earning a soft moan.

He moved down your body, leaving feather light kisses everywhere he could, you could have cum at just the sight of him between your thighs. His kisses turned into love bites on your hip bones, making you pant and gasp with desire, “Astarion please touch me-e-ahhh” your whining turning into a strangled moan as his mouth engulfed your aching clit, he swirled his tongue around it for a moment before pulling off to start licking the arousal that had accumulated on your inner thighs. “You taste even more delicious than I could have ever imagined. Gods I can’t wait for you to come all over my face” his voice was thick with desire, he reconnected with your pussy and began to devour you.

His tongue started making slow circles around your clit before speeding up, he switched between circling your clit and licking broad strokes through your folds, every movement bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum if you don’t stop.” you said breathlessly trying to squirm away from his devilish tongue, “Darling, I am going to make you cum until you cry. I’m begging you, give me as many as you can and I will lick up every single one.” his voice muffled against your thighs.

He continued the same relentless pattern of circling your clit and licking, drawing out high pitched whines, gasps, and moans until you feel a familiar heat burning across your skin. Your orgasm hit you harder than you’ve ever felt before, you tried to tell Astarion but all that came out were broken gasps and cries before you hit your peak. True to his word, Astarion licked up every bit of your arousal before pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as you attempted to regain the ability to breathe.

“My love, are you alright?” he asked in a surprisingly caring manner, once he saw you nod he added slyly, “Can my delectable little pet handle more of me?” You were completely wrecked, your eyes were blown wide with lust and your cheeks hot with blush. You wanted more, you wanted so much more of him that it was concerning to you.

You choked out a response after a moment, “Astarion, I will take whatever you give me. Please, I promise I can handle it and be good.” You couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth, but they were more true than anything you’d ever said. Astarion groaned at your response, obviously delighted to continue “Oh thank you darling.” He continued muttering soft ‘thank you’s’ and terms of endearment as he kissed your inner thighs, hips, and lower abdomen.

His words and kisses made you shiver with desire, your body already eager for another mind shattering orgasm. Astarion moved back to your pussy and placed a few feather light kisses on your sensitive clit before teasing your entrance with his finger, you gasped at the feeling and began to beg for him to be inside you. His finger plunged deep inside your tight, warm walls as you moaned at the feeling of finally having, at least part of him, inside of you. He moved out from between your thighs to lay beside you as he lazily fingered you, never looking away from you. Astarion moved his finger in and out of you slowly, teasing you again, wanting to hear you pleading with him to go faster. Of course that didn’t take too long before you started whining with frustration and trying to move your hips to get more friction. He added a second finger and you squealed with joy before realizing that he wasn't going any faster despite your pleas. Nothing was working, he wouldn’t go any faster or deeper no matter what you said or did, you were getting so worked up that tears began to form in your eyes. When he saw this Astarion sped up, just enough to hear you moan in delight and for you to call his name out like a prayer, just enough to bring you right to the edge of bliss. And then he would slow down again, he only needed to do this one more time until you were so frustrated and wrecked that you truly began crying, Astarion smiled darkly at the sight of tears running down your flushed cheeks before leaning closer to your face and licking them away. He left kisses on your cheeks and forehead while muttering words of encouragement for you, ‘you look so beautiful like this’, ‘I got you darling, trust me’, ‘you’re doing very very good for me’, ‘my gorgeous little Lycina’.

He added his thumb into the mix and began rubbing your clit much to your delight, there were still tears slipping out of your eyes but Astarion was there to wipe, or lick, them away. You were brought right to the edge of an incredible orgasm before he removed his fingers completely, you let out a scream of frustration before the tears began again. “I’ll let you come again if you answer a question for me. Can you do that little pet?” he asked teasingly, through your tears you promised to answer anything so long as you could come.

“Good girl, has anyone made you feel this good before?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow, “No!” you cried out in earnest. “Very good, you’re doing so very good for me. One last question…” you interrupted him quickly saying “No, no, no, no, you said one question then I coud come. Please, please, please, ple- ah-” Your word was cut off by a particularly rough thrust of his fingers, “Hmm..yes, well too bad. My last question is- do you agree that having someone older and more experienced is much, much better than having someone your age?”

You look at him through watery eyes, hot tears threatening to fall once again, “Yes! Okay! I’m sorry for saying that you’re old and bad at sex!” you sobbed out. That’s what he wanted to hear, that he was right and you were wrong. You would plan your revenge after he made you come again. His fingers and thumb started moving faster than they had before, curving upwards towards your most sensitive spot. You could feel the knot building more and more with each skilled thrust of his fingers, you were quickly approaching a devastating orgasm, you were a blubbering mess and Astarion couldn’t be more pleased. Your orgasm crashed into you as he leant down to your neck and began to lick and nibble on the sensitive spot below your jaw. You came hard with a high pitched wail and clutched onto Astarions free arm, digging your nails into the skin hard enough to break the surface.

It took a minute to come down from your high, during which Astarion kissed your cheeks, forehead, and lips softly helping to keep you grounded. He moved your hair off your face and began stroking it tenderly while whispering “you did so good darling” “I got you my love, you’re okay”. You looked completely destroyed and yet positively beautiful to Astarion, you finally looked him in his eyes and gave him a breathtaking sleepy smile. You raised your hand to cup Astarion’s cheek which he leaned into lightly, closed his eyes and smiled softly, you two stayed like this for a moment in total silence completely at peace in the moment.

When you finally spoke all you could think was “Wow. Woah.” you might not have been fully there yet but Astarion chuckled deeply and brought you close against his chest as you both laid down. "That was amazing darling, you did very good. Was I too rough with you? Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice, "No, I feel incredible. It was amazing, unexpected but amazing." you assured him. "All I want to know is when can I return the favor?" you asked flirtingly. He looked down at you adoringly and whispered “You may be the next cause of my death my love. You need sleep darling, we have to think of how to explain your appearance when our companions see you in the morning.”

Oh. Fuck.

#astarion #astarion smut #astarion x reader #baulders gate astarion #smut #dacryphilia #bg3 oc #bg 3 astarion

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llamaqueenprompt · 6 days

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chapter eight

word count: 0.8k

Before

Charles couldn’t help but stare at Rory as she laughed at something he said. They were walking through the streets of Andorra, hand in hand, exploring the local shops and cafes that lined the cobblestone streets.

“Hey,” Rory nudged him with her elbow, a mischievous look in her eye, “stop staring, you’re making me blush.”

Charles chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through him at her playful teasing, and pulled her closer to him. “Can’t help it, mon amour, you’re just too beautiful.”

Rory rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at her lips. “Smooth, Leclerc.” Their lips connected in a small kiss.

They continued the stroll through the small town, making the most out of their time together that was quickly coming to an end.

Now

Charles knocked once…twice…and three times and no one answered the door. So he picked up his phone and called the person whose front door he was outside of.

“Hi chérie, I’m outside, if you could come…” the door slammed open.

“I’m so sorry, my alarm didn’t ring and I just fell asleep and now I’m late…” they both walked inside the house, “you can go if you want to and I will just uber there or something.

“Amour,” Charles grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him, “don’t worry, go get ready and I will be here waiting for you. I agreed to take you today, I’m not backing down from that.” Charles kissed her forehead and walked into her kitchen leaving her standing there looking into nothing.

Aurora turned her gaze to Charles and admired as he tried to find what he was looking for in her kitchen. He was making this impossible for her.

Charles stopped cutting the strawberries and admired as Rory went up the stairs still in her cute little pajamas and a smile grew on his face. But he quickly shook it off, he couldn’t be mixing things up, he had agreed to be just her friend and if he wanted to stay in her life just friends would be it.

As Rory rushed to get ready, Charles busied himself in the kitchen, preparing a simple breakfast for them both. The familiar tone of the song that Rory had put on while she was getting ready made the silent space welcoming.

As Rory descended the stairs, “Hey, are you all ready?”, a warm smile lighting up his face. She looked beautiful, despite her rushed morning, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her.

"Breakfast is almost ready," Charles said, gesturing towards the table where he had laid out plates and utensils. "Sit down and relax for a moment."

Rory nodded gratefully, taking a seat at the table as Charles finished up the last few touches on their meal. They fell into an easy conversation as they ate, discussing their plans for the day and sharing lighthearted anecdotes from their past adventures.

After breakfast, Rory hurried to gather her things, while Charles collected the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. “All ready to go.”

Rory stood in front of Charles with a cute smile on her face and seeing that he had put the dishes away she reached up and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek making Charles blush.

When they arrived at the paddock, Charles parked the car and turned to face her, his expression softening with sincerity. "Are you sure about this?" he asked quietly, his gaze searching hers for reassurance.

Rory hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. Getting out of the car at the same time as him would mean that people would see them together and like every time they see a new woman getting out of Charles car dating rumors would arise and their little arrangement would be made public.

"I'm sure," she replied, her voice steady despite the flutter of uncertainty within her. "Thank you for doing this with me, Charles. I appreciate it more than you know." She reached for his hand and gave it a good squeeze.

Charles smiled at her, squeezing her hand back. "I'll be here for you, Rory. No matter what happens."

With a nod of gratitude, Rory waited until he got out of the car and then got out, already feeling the cameras on them and hearing the people calling for him. Charles walked around the car to her side.

“You okay?” He squeezed her arm gently.

She nodded and he reached out gripping her hand through his as they made their way through the people that were there to receive him. Rory hung back a little bit and admired him as he interacted with his fans, signing things and taking pictures with them.

Throughout all the time she had known him and the first week of their deal, she had never seen him in this environment, surrounded by the people that loved him in his home country. It was a beautiful sight.

Charles turned around to see where Rory was and when he saw the smile on his face he couldn’t help but mimic it which led to a couple of photos from the fans.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #formula one #f1 #f1fanfic #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc x oc

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its-a-me-lia · 7 months

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Darling, Why are you crying Darling?

LA!BuggyXfem!OC

I wanted to try my hand at writing again. I know I said in my last short fic that I probably wouldn't write again, but I figured to give it another go.

MDNI

Rated M for Mature.

WARNINGS: Female pronouns, Domestic Violence, Anger.

This will NOT be Y/N or Reader. Its based on a character I have been saving up in my noodle. Criticism is welcomed.

Now without further adieu.... The Fic

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Ever since she was a little girl, Ava loved adventure. She craved adventure. When she was old enough, she thought the world was hers, that she could make it hers. Life had other plans.

On a cold fall night, Ava didn't imagine sitting at the grave of her parents. Taken from her too soon. She was only 16. Left without a family, and a home. She was pushed into living on the streets. She had become a thief just to make ends meet. Trying and failing miserably not to get caught. And get caught is exactly what she did.

She had met him by accident, thought she could pick pocket a rich man. He looked around her age, didn't have a spec of dust on him. He had clean hair and a beautiful smile. The way he talked and the way he moved. She thought twice, and couldn't go with it.

She left him alone.

She had left the building and she though 'Did I really get caught by a beautiful smile and clean hair?' The answer to that was simple. Yes, yes she did.

A day or two go by, Ava was walking on the streets, she had managed to steal nicer looking clothing, and yet her hair stayed a mess. That wasn't the case for Jeremy.

Jeremy was the son of a rich, shipyard owner. He was to be the heir when his father passes. He hoped not too soon. He had recognized the scraggly girl in too posh clothing for her posture. The way she held herself, he could tell she didn't come from money. But he had recognized her from the other night, he saw her sneaking in. He was intrigued.

"Hello." He said as he approached her. "I think we may have met before, do I know you?"

Ava startled in his voice, she turned around and was greeted by his nice hair and beautiful smile. Dammit.

"N-no, we never met." She cleared her throat. "I *ahem* I'm not from here."

He studied her body language. "Clearly, I'm Jeremy Hirsch."

"Hirsch." She knew that name, her father did business with them, they were close to closing a deal, then...well.

"Yeah, of the Hirsch Shipyard. Sure you heard of it." He said in a matter of fact tone. Ava, had a bad feeling of that. "Let me buy you some food. You look like you need it."

If he could smell the way she smelled, he was generous.

Ava had to admit, lunch was amazing. She hadn't had a nice meal in awhile. God knows how long, she actually sat at a restaurant and ate a decent meal.

The two of them got to talking and she really enjoyed his company. He was very, compelling.

"Sorry to cut this chat short, but I got to go. I have to meet with my parents." She had gotten up and his hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. A little too tight. "Jeremy."

"Sorry, I just got a little nervous." He spoke and let go of her wrist. "You should stay, just a little while longer."

Very compelling.

That little while longer turned into a fling, that fling turned into Jeremy sneaking her into his home. The two of them flirting, the kissing, the sex.

That fling turned into dating, then to an engagement, Wedding.

The wedding never happened thought.

Ava hid the bruises very well. She hid the tears too. She pretended to welcome ever blow Jeremy had laid on her. He held her as they slept in the same bed, she was too tired to have sex. But that didn't stop him. She laid there, he did what he wanted to her. How did her life come to this? Where did she go wrong? Some nights, he would go out and get drunk, come home with a woman on his arms.

He was make her watch. Slap her. "Keep your eyes open princess." He said in her ear, as he said drunkenly. Giving her a kiss on the mark he had just made.

The day of the wedding, Ava ran, in her wedding dress. She didn't want this life. She didn't want to be his wife. His bride to do his biding.

She had no idea where she was going but she ran. Let her feet guide her. The further away she got the freer she felt.

Finally, finally she finally felt herself sinking into the sand. She had made it to the shoreline. She took in deep heavy breaths, each one stung as she had been running for awhile.

She sobbed, screamed and ripped the gown that was adorn her small body. She clawed at the skin that was once touched by a man she didn't want to remember.

Ava heard footsteps approaching her. God she hoped it wasn't him, she begged whatever being that was above, that she was spared.

"Darling, why are you crying darling?" The voice was softer, a mans voice. A bit raspy and almost calming. The waves of the ocean. She looked up and her brown eyes met the soft sea foam green eyes. She didn't even notice the red nose at the moment. Then, she realized she was in the presence of the notorious sea Captain.

Buggy the Clown.

She froze, she knew of his reputation, why was he here. Was he going to the the town? She hoped so, she didn't to be alive anymore.

"I-" She didn't have words to say. Her throat and voice her.

"You know, I could hear you from a mile away. You were like a sirens call. You lured me right to you." He spoke carefully. "Now judging from the state of your clothing, and the sobbing mess you are. I'm guessing your partner is the reason behind this."

"He's the reason for everything." She sounded so broken, Buggy did not like that. A pretty thing like herself didn't deserve to be in this much pain.

"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours." Smooth talker he was.

She eyed him cautiously. "Last time I talked about my scars, I got trapped into what I thought was the greatest time of my life."

"I'm different."

"He said the same thing." She looked at her hands. "Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Why would I do that?" Now she had his attention.

She laughed humorlessly. "You're a pirate. Pirates kill people. Raid towns."

"Let's just say, I had a change of heart." The blue haired man then sat next to her in the sand. "So?"

"What interest does a Sea Captain have in a street rat like me?"

He drew in the sand with his finger. "Why would you say you're a street rat?"

"Because that's what I am, and always will be." She had looked up and watched the Horizon. The way the waves crashed, in time with her heart beat.

"I don't see a street rat. I see a broken soul who was damned at a young age. Is that, what happened to you? Were you damned at a young age?" He spoke from experience, his voice showing sympathy.

She was skeptical, she had right to be. She said nothing and Buggy took that as a yes. They sat in silence for what felt like hours. She saw the sun set and the horizon disappear into darkness.

"I can't go home." Ava finally spoke. "I can never return home."

"it's a good thing I have a big ship." Buggy said. "You don't have to go home. You don't have to say a word to me, but I can take you far away from this place. When the time is right, and only when the time is right. You can tell me about your scars. For now, would you like to go on an adventure?" He stood up and held her hand out to him.

Adventure.

Ava had always dreamed of adventure. Is this where her journey is to begin? Life aboard a pirate ship? Going with him could spell out a lot of dangerous courses. Of course, she lived a life of danger all ready.

"Yes"

Just a simple answer is all she needed to say. Grabbing Buggy's hand. This was the start of something new. Something she had always dreamed about.

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Please let me know what you think. I have been working really hard on this. Thinking to make this multiple parts.

Love yas! ~Lia 🌼

#buggy the clown #one piece #opla buggy #buggy one piece #captain buggy #buggy thoughts #buggy x oc #opla #buggy fic #jeff ward buggy

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angelasscribbles · 2 years

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Bad Parenting Chapter 2: Chaos for Breakfast

Series: Bad Parenting

Fandom: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Pairings for series: (Riley x Liam x Max) + Riley x Drake

Featuring: Leo, Oliva, M!OC Hudson Rys and F!OC Lilith Nevrakis

Rating: PG

Warnings for this chapter: mild language

Word Count: 2,867

A/N: This chapter indulges my HC of Max as the domestic one of the group!

My other stuff: Master List.

Original series this spun off from: Bad Romance. More specifically Bad Romance Disney Adventure.

After the events in Disney Adventure, Leo finds himself in possession of his thirteen-year-old son Hudson for the summer. Unfortunately for him, Hudson isn’t that impressed with Leo’s newfound desire to be a father.

Being back in Cordonia stirs up old feelings for Leo and ignites new ones for Hudson. Leos strives to reignite an old flame, but Olivia is busy with her own parenting struggles as her aunt’s imprisonment made her the legal guardian to Lucretia’s daughter Lilith, who has plenty of Nevrakis attitude of her own.

Lilith Nevrakis is borrowed, and retrofitted as Olivia’s cousin rather than sibling, with loving permission from @harleybeaumont. She is also much younger here.

Leo woke to the smell of coffee and bacon and the sounds of dishes clattering, children laughing and people talking. He climbed out of bed, hurried through teeth brushing and the relieving of his bladder then wandered down the hallway and into the great room where the open floor plan meant that the living room, dining room and kitchen basically faded into each other.

Max was standing in the kitchen, pulling homemade muffins out of the oven. “Good morning, Leo! Want a muffin? I made blueberry, cranberry, chocolate chip and banana nut. You can have one of each if you want!”

The muffin tin in Max’s oven mitted hand clattered to one of the stone countertops as he lowered it onto a cooling rack.

The kitchen had exploded with activity. It was alive with noise and activity.

Liam walked calmly out of the master bedroom and into the chaos completely unphased. He was immaculate, as always, perfectly pressed suit, every hair in place, briefcase firmly in hand.

Max thrust a coffee mug into his hands, “Just the way you like it, babe. Your plate is ready, it’s on the table, next to Ellie.”

Liam gave Max a smile and quick peck on the lips as thanks before setting his briefcase down and taking his seat at the table with a smile. “Good morning, everyone!” He said brightly.

“Good morning, my love.” Riley was seated on the other side of Ellie, between her and Xander. She leaned around their daughter to kiss Liam good morning then gave both Ellie and Xander a flurry of kisses as she got up from the table, scooping the last of her food into her mouth as she walked to the sink to deposit her plate in it. She then hurried to both highchairs to kiss her little one’s goodbye before grabbing her glass off the table and walking back toward the sink.

She nodded at Leo from across the room, “Good morning!”

“Riley, I made you a lunch, don’t forget to take it!” Max thrust a paper bag in front of her face. “You can’t keep skipping meals!”

“I don’t skip meals!” She protested as she tipped her glass of orange juice up and drained it. She took the bag and sat it down on the counter as she rummaged around in her attaché case, “Do you have a copy of my itinerary for the day?”

Max produced a laminated, bullet pointed list with face to face meetings highlighted in blue, zoom meetings in green and time sensitive tasks in yellow.

“Thank you love bug!” Riley rewarded him with a kiss as she pulled the itinerary out of his hands.

“I wanted waffles!” Xander started to wail from his seat at the table.

“Right here!” Max slid a plateful of waffles in front of him, complete with a smattering of blueberries and a dollop of whipped cream on top.

“Waffles are gross! I want-“

A plateful of chocolate chip pancakes cut Ellie off mid-sentence. Her face lit up, “Thank you Poppa!”

“Drink your milk, Ellie!” Max said, then turned back to the adults as Drake stumbled into the room looking rushed because he’d woken up late, “Drake, you want breakfast?”

“No thanks.”

“I have bacon-“

“No time, Max, I have to go!” Drake said as he filled his travel mug with coffee.

Max immediately threw together a bacon, lettuce and cheddar sandwich with mayo as he asked, “Tomorrow’s your mom’s birthday, have you called her lately?”

“Max, stop trying to mother me!” Drake scolded, but he took the proffered sandwich as he kissed Riley goodbye. “Love you, babe.”

“Love you, cuddle bear.” She pulled away to shove papers into her attaché case.

Drake grabbed a muffin and balanced it on top of his sandwich.

“Don’t forget about your mom’s birthday!” Max called as Drake headed out the door.

“I’ll call her!” He promised as he stepped out into the palace hallway.

“Leo, grab a plate, there’s plenty of food!” Max said as he spooned yogurt into Jace’s opened mouth.

“I’m not sure there’s room.” Leo protested.

“Here, take my seat!” Liam said as he rose, “I have to get going.”

Liam made the rounds, kissing children and Max and Riley before retrieving his briefcase.

“Max, can you call down to housekeeping today and tell them to use just a tad less starch in my casual business shirts? I felt like a fucking statue they were so stiff this last time! Oh, and could you order me some more socks? I swear, every pair I pulled out of the drawer today had holes in them!” Liam said as he leaned over to kiss him goodbye.

“Yes, and here, take some coffee with you!” Max shoved a thermos at him.

Riley was right behind Liam as he opened the door when Max caught up with them, “Riley! You forgot your lunch!”

“Sorry, and thank you!” She told him.

“I’m going to call you at one o’clock to make sure you remembered to eat!” Max said.

“Okay, okay! Love you, bye!”

Hudson wandered into the kitchen rubbing his eyes, “What’s for breakfast?”

“What do you like kid?” Max asked as he cut up more French toast for Jax.

Jace was banging his sippy cup on his highchair tray as he babbled loudly. The corgis ran around the bottom of the hair chair, yipping and begging for more sausage to be dropped.

Xander was singing at the top of his lungs about four little speckled frogs, Jax was making car noises as he pushed apple slices around his highchair tray and Ellie was yelling at Xander to shut up.

“Uh…” Hudson’s eyes widened as he took in all the food. There were waffles, pancakes and French toast, bacon, sausage and ham, fried and scrambled eggs, toast and muffins, cereal boxes stood open next to the sink, milk, coffee, and carafes of both apple and orange juice littered the counter.

“If there’s nothing you like, I can make you something.” Max offered as he gave Jace more scrambled eggs, which the toddler immediately tossed to the floor and squealed in delight as the dogs went crazy racing around to get to them.

“No, that’s cool uncle Max, there’s plenty here, I can get it myself.” Hudson replied as he started loading food onto a plate.

Max started clearing away the dishes. He rinsed them in the sink then loaded them into the dishwasher.

“Ellie, if you’re done, wash your hands and put your plate in the sink. Your tutor will be here shortly.” Max said.

Ellie grumbled as she put her plate in the sink. She washed her hands.

“You too, Xan.”

Xander followed Ellie to the sink and placed his plate in it. Max supervised his hand washing and drying then he sat about cleaning up the little boys. He wiped hands and faces, removed highchair trays and placed them on the counter to be cleaned before removing bibs and pulling each boy out his respective highchair. Max then wiped down the highchair seats.

“Max, have you eaten anything?” Leo asked.

“Oh, I eat plenty while I’m cooking and getting it ready.”

“You know the palace has a kitchen, and a dining room, you could all eat in there, or have whatever you want sent up…”

“I know.” Max replied, “But it’s not the same. These muffins are made with love, Leo! Plus, most of that was sent up from the kitchen. I just plate it up and add the finishing touches, like Xander’s whipped cream and Ellie’s chocolate chip smiley face.”

“I just watched you make Drake a fucking breakfast sandwich!”

Max shrugged, “I just assembled it.”

“You had the bacon sent up just for Drake.” Leo sounded vaguely accusatory.

Max’s eyes flicked to him as he responded, “Yeah. So?”

“So what? You….like each other now?”

Max looked up at Leo in surprise, “We’ve always liked each other! He’s my best friend roomie!”

“I….” Leo’s eyes met Hudson’s and they both suppressed a smile. Hudson might be new to everyone, but a day had been long enough for him to recognize just how unlike Drake that statement sounded.

It did sound just like Max though. Leo widened his eyes at Hudson as he hid his smile behind a coffee cup. He was gratified by the conspiratorial grin he got in return. Maybe the kid was warming up to him after all.

Max whipped out his phone and tapped furiously away, “There! Socks are ordered, housekeeping has been advised about the starch issue and Martha has been told to remind Riley to eat lunch!”

“Who’s Martha?”

“Riley’s office manager.”

“Damn, Max! You’re on top of everything!”

“Thanks, Leo! My organizational skills are second to none. Why do you think Riley hired me as her personal assistant and top advisor in the first place?”

“Uh…” Leo’s eyes flitted over to Hudson then back to Max as he tried to water down his response, “To give you a valid reason to always be around without the press having a field day?”

Max gave him a wounded look, “Wow, really? I mean, yes, that was part of it, but I have always had superior organizational skills and Riley needs that, she’s total chaos most days.”

“Yeah, I get that.” Leo chuckled fondly, “But I never pegged you as the organized type.”

“Really?” Max huffed, “Did you think that those epic, days long Beaumont bashes just threw themselves?”

“Uh…”

“DJ’s just knew to show up? Caterers? All that fucking alcohol? People to assemble the champagne towers? Staff to clean up after the horses? The invitations put themselves in the mail? Customized placards on the doors?”

Leo was stunned, “I just assumed Bert did all that!”

“Ha!” Max barked out, “My brother? Mr. Stick in the mud himself? You thought Bertrand made sure the swords were sharpened for the champagne sabering? You thought Bertrand knows where the strobe lights are stored? You thought Bertrand-“

“Ok, ok!” Leo laughed, throwing his hands up in the air, “I get it!

“Personal assistant is still my job. I just work from home now so I can be here for the kids.”

Leo raised an eyebrow, “Don’t you guys have nannies for that?”

Max scoffed, “Nannies can’t replace a loving parent, Leo. We prefer to be hands on.”

“Yeah,” Hudson interrupted with his mouth full of bacon and waffles, “That sounds like something good parents do!”

“I…” Leo’s eyes cut sidewise to Hudson. There went what little progress he’d made. “I’m just saying, Max seems to be doing all the heavy lifting in that department!”

“Nah.” Max replied as he threw a piece of chocolate chip muffin in the air then caught it in his mouth, “Liam and Riley have a whole country to run, and Drake has the queen’s guard. My job provides the most flexibility. I can run Riley’s staff and juggle her schedule in my sleep at this point. Besides, I like being home with the kids!”

“Of course, you do!” Leo chortled, “You’re a big child yourself!”

“Oh, so real men don’t fuck with their kids, is that what you’re saying?” Hudson had dropped his fork onto his plate to glare across the table at Leo.

“What? No! I didn’t mean….I just meant….” Leo’s head swung around to take in Max, the kids running amuck, the food still strewn across the counters, “You know what? I can admit when I’m wrong. Max had to have been up before everyone else to get all this food ready and make sure everyone else’s day got off to a good start. It’s not a frivolous thing. It’s work. I’m sorry, Max.”

“It’s ok, Leo. You haven’t been around in a while. Things change. People change, they grow and mature and move into different stages of life.” Max said as he put the cereal away in the pantry and the milk and juice back into the fridge.

“I see that.” Leo admitted.

“Uncle, Max?”

“Yeah, Hudson?” Max answered.

“Can you show me around the palace today? I want to see everything!”

Max’s eyes went to Leo, “Uh…sure, but your dad would be even better at that. He grew up here, you know.”

Hudson’s shoulders slumped, “Fine. I’ll go get dressed.”

The two men watched him leave. Leo turned to Max and asked, “Maybe you could help me out with this parenting thing? You seem to have it down.”

“We’ll all help you, Leo. We’re family.”

“You really consider me family, Max?”

“Of course, I do! You’re Liam’s brother! Listen, I know you make fun of all of…this.” Max gestured around vaguely at everything. “But Liam is my husband in every way that matters. We’ve been together for over a decade now. We’re not just playing around and even though the official, legal marriage is between Riley and Liam, we all love each other, deeply! I’m not just a plaything to them, Leo. They both love me as much as I love them, and we are a family!”

“How the fuck does she do it?” Leo asked.

“Do what?” He didn’t have to ask who she was; Leo was talking about Riley.

“Bringing everyone together like that. Never in my life have I been able to maintain one real relationship! You and Liam juggle two each and Riley….” He trailed off, unsure exactly how many relationships Riley had in addition to Liam and Max. Drake, of course. But over the years he’d had his suspicions about Rashad.

“Well, she’s just fucking amazing, that’s how!” Max responded. He knew he and Liam would never have become a thing without her intervention. He was as grateful for that as he was for the woman herself. His life was perfect. Close to eleven years in and he was still just as stupidly in love with both of them as he had ever been. Not that it had been smooth sailing in the beginning. Anything but, actually.

“Speaking of relationships that didn’t work out…” Leo said.

Max blinked, “Were we?”

“What’s Liv up to these days?” Leo asked carefully.

Max laughed, “You’re not subtle dude. Liv is fine. You know Lucretia went to prison in Hidar?”

“What?”

“Something about being in a group that tried to overthrow the government. I don’t know. But anyway, turns out Lucretia had a teenage daughter named Lilith. Liv is her guardian now.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Leo exclaimed, “Miss I’m never having children because they’re evil little crotch goblins is raising a child?”

“Yep. For about a year now.” Max confirmed.

“I should call her!”

“Are you telling me you haven’t spoken to her in a year?”

“Well….see…last time I saw her, there was a…ah….disagreement and she…well, things were said, accusations were made, furniture was broken….I thought it was best to let her cool down for a while.”

“A while? It’s been a year! Jesus Leo! No wonder you can’t maintain a relationship!”

“Liv and I….we go all the way back, to like the age of six, ok? And things between us are…complicated.”

Max snorted, “I’ll say! Remember the time you crashed that party on the Prime Minster of Japan’s yacht because you thought Liv was there with his cousin and-“

“I don’t want to talk about that Max! It almost caused an international incident!”

“Yeah, I remember. Constantine was sooooo pissed!” Max chortled.

“It wasn’t funny! She lied to me about where she was that night, she wasn’t even on the damn yacht!”

“Yeah, well, you chose to date a crazy woman.”

Leo lifted a surprised eyebrow at that, “And you didn’t?”

“Ok, fair enough. No wonder those two are BFF’s.”

Xander and Jax ran through the room shrieking with laughter as Hudson chased them. Max laughed out loud, “Look at them bonding!”

Leo sighed heavily, “Now if I could only get him to bond with me.”

“Have you tried apologizing to the kid?”

“What?” Leo blinked at him.

“For not being around? He’s mad, Leo and he has a right to be.”

“I didn’t know how to be a dad, Max. My own dad was a piece of shit. I thought the kid would be better off without me.”

“You should tell him that.”

“Why? It doesn’t excuse a goddamn thing.”

“No. But it helps explain it a little. Hudson’s a good kid. Talk to him.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

There was a knock on the door. “Okay, that’s the tutor for Ellie and Xander. I usually give Jax and Jace a bath while the big kids are occupied. Do you want to have lunch later? I was thinking we could meet in the private family dining room and have lunch with Regina, so she can meet Hudson.”

“Sure, Max. That actually sounds good.”

“Oh, one more thing.” Max told him as he let the tutor in, “We’re having a dinner party tomorrow night and Liv will be there.”

Leo felt both dread and excitement shoot through him. If Leo Rys, the playboy prince, had ever truly loved a woman in his life, there was no doubt that woman had been Oliva Nevrakis. He just seemed incapable of making it stick, no matter how many times he’d tried.

But he was nothing if not persistent.

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BLACK AND BLOOD

Y/N L/N is the daughter of the Great Khal Drogo although she was raised by the king of the unknown lands. After finding out he died she travels and finds the one who caused his death. Along this adventure she meets the mother of dragons. Jon Snow. Night walkers. We will see if she really has the Dothraki blood flowing through her veins.

Chapter 14:

After the eventful morning I spent the rest of the day with Stella. “I'm hungry!” she pouted.

“Seriously?” I questioned her. We were on the way to get dinner served and she was whining. I shake my head at her walking a little faster than her.

“Hey! Until I get food in my system you know i'm cranky” I roll my eyes. We take a seat at one of many tables in the room. The food is beautifully presented but I can’t get myself to touch anything.

“I need to take care of something, I will be right back” I didn’t wait for a response as I got up and started to walk towards Daenerys. “I need to have a word with you” She looks up from her seat as everyone else in the long table with her, including Jon.

“Can it wait? We are celebrating.” She stands up with a smile. “We are on our way at first light to take over the seven kingdoms and put an end to Cersei’s reign” The few Dothraki and Unsullied together with northernmen screamed out in celebration. “Once this war is over there will be peace in the lands once again!” I knew I could wait until the end of dinner but that was when I was departing. The boat was ready and Grisill was already waiting for me. I turn and make my way to Stella.

“Are you going to wait?” I shake my head. I already gave the orders to Greyworm. I got Gemma, Stella and the baby situated. It doesn’t matter at the end of the day what Daenerys says, she can be happy or sad about my departure but it isn’t going to change the fact that I am leaving and not helping her with the war against Cersei.

“Princess?” I look to my left and see Jon sitting next to me. He took hold of my hand underneath the table.

“What do we owe the honor of you at our table, your grace?”

“Well since we are to be we-” I cover up his mouth before removing my hands in seconds. At first we didn’t try to keep us a secret but it was an unspoken rule to lay low. Now we don’t care much about the audience and who knows about us but I can’t let his tongue slip out infront of Stella just yet.

“I apologise, your grace.” I point my eyes towards my sister hoping he gets the hint on what I am thinking.

“Ways. Since we are to be ways aparts,-” His eyes were searching for words and his long pause didn’t help his case.

“I understand” I repond. “I know my family will be safe in Winterfell” I go back to my meal not directing any more attention to Jon or Stella.

“Y/N” oh thank you. I turned around relieved someone was going to get me out of this awkward conversation. I stand up following Grisill out to the hall and find Bran there too. “Father has captured most of the Dothraki in Omnius and is planning to move across the wall once he has captured all '' No thank you. I prefer being stuck in the middle of Jon and Stella than to deal with this.

“It's true. You two need to leave as soon as possible.” I give a nod towards Grisill and he moves to get into the ship. “Y/N '' I look over to Bran who comes closer “Stay safe” I could see his mind circling through his eyes. “Um, just be safe, extra safe” I give him a simple smile before rushing back into the room. I hug Stella from behind and give her a kiss on the cheek.

“I will be back before you know it. Keep Gemma and the baby safe” She wraps her arms around mine.

“Of course, out of us two I was always the better fighter” I roll my eyes moving to sit next to Jon but having my back face the rest.

“My father is causing and planning to do more damage in the next few days, I need to leave now” I look up meeting his eyes. “Just you and I?” I whisper.

“You and I” I smile, grabbing his face and pulling him closer.

“I love you” I pulled him in for our last kiss in a long time. I wasn’t scared to show that I cared for this man, because no amount of affection or words can come close to demonstrating the love I have for him. I get up and take a look around the room. Greyworm, Sansa, Arya and even Missandei gave me a nod knowing where I was off too. Daenerys, Torion, Varys, and the rest have a confused look on their faces but I have no time to explain. I give them all a sincier smile before exiting and rushing out the gates. The land disappeared faster than I would have wanted but it meant that I was miles closer to home.

“They are going to be okay” I look over my shoulder and see my brother walking closer. I know they were going to be safe, I just can’t help but worry. “Stella, Gemma and the baby have Winterfell looking out for them.” I look over and he has a smile on his face.

“Aren’t you worried? You just met them a few hours ago” He shurggs turning around to lean against the ships rails.

“Of course I am. But I know you trust them so I know I can trust them too” I nod my head looking over to the direction winterfell is. “I also know he will be okay too” I roll my eyes, turning my head the opposite direction. “I mean come on! Did you hear he survived those things” he paused for a minute. “White walkers? He survived wars with every odd against him, hell he survived death itself” He moves closer to whisper in my ear “He survived you” I push him off and hear his laugh as I walk away to my cabin.

“Get some rest. We have a long way to go!” I close the door, throwing myself on the bed. I close my eyes and let the sleep engulf me. It was the only thing I could do that would allow myself to stop thinking about everything. About Stella, she hates strange places. Gemma and the baby, it must be hard for her to be far away from Gris. I know she has done it before but I'm guessing it's nothing easy to do everytime. I worry about the Starks. Yes Jon has beat every thing coming towards him even death, but that doesn’t mean it will happen again.

“I will go in and I will have someone come find you.” That is a horrible plan but I only gave him a nod. He scurries away in broad daylight passing by the guards walking around the streets of people. There is no way I am standing here and allowing him to go alone. If my gut is right, which it always is, all the people in that castle have bid their loyalty to my father. I follow close behind and try to avoid guards or any other person to see me under my cloak. I got rid of my winter clothes on the ship and switched over to the silk clothes we wear on hot days. Every inch of the castle was surrounded by guards. I watch as Gris gets closer and is captured by two men. They yap a couple minutes before bringing him in. I could use the tunnels that reach the stables but from then you have to pass the armoury. I rush up to the top of a building. You can see the center hall but not the back. I could try to climb the walls but the archers would be able to see me. I catch movement on the outside balcony of the castle, I continue to watch many guards going into a room. I know that room. I rush down the steps and on my way to the tunnels but before I reach the doors I get tackled onto the grounds.

“Shh!” I struggle to be released but I soon stop fighting and allow the person to guide me backwards around the corner. Some guards search around for the noise but after a minute they walk away.

“I saw your brother and I knew you would be close by if he walked through those gates alone” I looked up annoyed. “Oh right” He lets go. “Sorry” I dust myself off and I look around. “Everyone has new orders to go searching for you. The tunnels are guarded” Fuck.

“Do you know another way in?”

“Yes, follow me” The tunnels were hidden on the side of the castle. Many would not stop to look at the tunnels since it seemed like an abandoned building, broken down and dusty, but if you walk far enough and take the right turn you will end up straight in the castle walls. “Not that I have done this before or anything but you can use the servant entrance” I watch him pull out some clothes from his bag. “You are going to have to change. Those clothes will give you straight away.” As we continue to walk I start to change the clothes.

“How do you know my brother?”

“On my rounds I met him. He is the reason I don’t use this entrance anymore” Of course. My brother always wants to help everyone. “I help him escape weeks ago”

“Has it gotten worse since he left?” He stays silent and only nods. We walk up to the woods close enough to see a river flowing straight into the castle. How could I forget this place? I used to spend my time here with my mother, she always said my life couldn’t be surrounded by gold and silver, we needed to get our hands dirty once in a while.

“I will create a distraction and you will join the servants at the river.” I give him a nod. He walks out the woods acting like a drunk. The two guards at the entrance of the river rush to get a hold of him as I rush to stand close to the servants.

“Princess Y/N?” I look to my right and see a familiar maid who was always around me.

“Ida” I smile, grabbing a basket of clothes. “I need to get inside the walls” She nods. She motions for me to follow and I do. We walk directly inside.

“With all the respect, your grace but are you here to free us from your father?” I nod my head finally able to let out the breath I was holding.

“Yes Ida.” I look around and I don’t recongnize the room. It's mostly empty and cold. “I need to get to the cells''

“Oh I can take you!” She said a little to hyped up. I shake my head no. I can’t have her close to me just in case they catch me.

“I can’t put you in harms way”

“Ok well, you can take this hall all the way down until you get to the stairs, then” Then? Then there was darkness. I was so fixed on looking at the door that led to the hall that I didn’t take care of my surroundings. The last thing I could feel was my body hitting the cold floor. The second I open my eyes I could see the ceiling passing by while I started struggling to release my arms and legs.

“Let me go!” The pounding in my head got worse but that didn’t matter, I needed to be set free. I focused on the guard's face but they were none of who I remember in the castle.

“His grace is waiting for you” I crunched up enough to see the guards to the front open a door. “You’re late Princess”

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Howzer + Aurelia Ch. 19

Howzer stole our hearts when he appeared in TBB, and I wanted to write a bit of a backstory for him. It begins with his newbie days during TCW and stretches to where we last see him in TBB. Enjoy his character arc and some heartwarming romance, action, adventure, yearning, angst, and growth.

Master List of Chapters

Content/Trigger Warnings for Entire Work (individual chapters not labeled): wartime peril, injury, and death; pregnancy, birthing trauma, and infant loss; sexual assault up to kissing; relationship passion up to making out and heavy petting; sexual relationship alluded to but not described (no smut, sorry) ;)

Word Count: 2.3k

19. Rescue

"Remember that time you tried to impress me by getting caught in the rafters of a Coruscant opera house?" Howzer said suddenly, as they were walking across the capitol square after a morning visit to the refinery. He had a bit of a twinkle in his eye, though his jab was so understated that it sounded more like a factual question than an attempt at a dig.

"Okay, it seemed like a good idea at the time," Aurelia cajoled, surprised by the sudden memory. "What, just feeling the need to rub my face in it again?"

He smiled, shaking his head, "No, actually. I wondered if you'd be interested in seeing a little place I've found here that I thought you might like."

She couldn't see his expression behind his helmet, but she felt flattered that he was thinking of her at all. Unable to resist a grin, she nodded as they walked toward her office building. "I'd love to. Where and when?" she asked.

"I'll swing by here when you get off work tonight?" Howzer suggested, as they drew to a halt at the double transparisteel doors to the offices.

"Perfect. Nothing like humiliation to finish the day off," she joked, beaming at him. He gave a little bow of the head, and they parted ways.

The afternoon was spent on tedious entries on her datapad. She wanted the time to go as quickly as possible, so naturally, it felt like it crawled at a painstaking pace. In an attempt to pass the time more quickly, she decided to go for a walk, use the refresher, and change into a more comfortable (and slightly more flattering) outfit in preparation for the evening. It was getting close to the end of her work day, and she couldn't deny the rising eagerness within. But upon her return, Aurelia entered her office to find none other than Moss Gowden, reclining in the chair opposite her desk with a small array of local foods spread across it. The smells were delicious, but his presence somewhat negated the delight.

"Excellent timing, my sweet," he said, brandishing an arm across the desk in a proud display. "I hope you're hungry! I know it's getting late, but we need to go over the final inventory numbers and make sure the import schedule is all lined up. So I figured dinner would make it more bearable. I hope you didn't have plans tonight."

"Oh, umm. Thanks," she said with a small, forced smile, taking her seat opposite him. She did still have some time left on the clock, but not enough for all that work, so she needed to figure out how to get out of this as quickly as possible. He took a large bite of something crunchy, a fried little roll stuffed with some meat and herbs, and she dug in, deciding the food was worth the miserable company. They ate with periodic conversation for a while, and she had finished her bowl of noodles when she reached across for the platter of vegetables. The movement made her head spin a little bit, which seemed odd. She furrowed her brow, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her forehead with her hands.

"Everything alright?" Moss asked, pausing with his fork halfway to his mouth.

"Yeah, I just got dizzy for a second," she answered, returning to lean over her desk. But despite her best efforts to ignore it until it passed, it only grew worse as they finished their meal. She blinked a few times, hard, realizing that her eyes were slightly unfocused as well. But for some reason, it didn't seem to bother her so much anymore. In fact, it was kind of funny.

"Shall we get to those reports?" came Gowden's voice, sounding almost as if they were in a tunnel. Aurelia giggled at the funny tone, and he tilted his head in affectionate confusion.

"Ah, forget the reports," she said, waving an arm in the air. "I think it's time for a nap!" she laughed, leaning back in her chair so far that she almost tipped over backward.

"What has gotten into you?" Gowden asked, laughing a little bit himself. He stood and walked over to take a knee next to her chair, placing a hand on her thigh... "You feeling a little silly tonight?"

"I guess so!" She looked down at him, realizing in that moment just how much his face reminded her of a fat little blurrg baby, and she giggled uncontrollably, pushing his shoulder with a hand and leaning forward. He mirrored her laughter, gently moving his hand up and down her thigh, and rose to his feet.

"Well, maybe the reports can wait til tomorrow," Moss said slowly, extending a hand to her. "I guess it's about time for you to be done anyway. Why don't we just have a little fun instead?"

She took his hand, rising to her feet, and the world rolled around her as though she were in the middle of the Akkadese Maelstrom. She stumbled to the side, laughing despite herself, and he caught her with a gropey sort of side-hug.

"Oh goodness, you're a mess," Gowden chuckled with a wide grin on his face. "Bet you're glad we had this couch put in your office now, eh?" He led her over to it, easing her down and sitting next to her. She felt a sense of alarm, but it was buried deep beneath layers of murky thoughts that bubbled effervescently in her brain. The couch was so soft, and she sunk into it gratefully, sprawling out in a most unladylike fashion.

But Gowden seemed to find it endearing, and he leaned in, tracing one hand up the back of her neck and the other on her thigh. She moved her leg away, but he followed. The warning bells were still ringing, but she felt as though her head were made entirely of clouds and she was on a little speeder bike flying through them without a care in the world.

"Can I help you feel better?" Moss asked, bringing his face close to hers.

"I'm just gonna sleep now if that's okay and do the reports in the morning and you can call me when you come in to work and we can work on them together cause it'll be good to do the work during the day cause now it's time to sleep," Aurelia murmured, head rolling from one side to the other. It was an odd feeling to be simultaneously heavy and fluffy.

"Oh, that doesn't sound like any fun. I have a better idea," Moss responded, using his hand on the back of her neck to bring her head to his, reaching his other hand to grab her by the waist. He brought his lips to hers, smushing them together with greedy lust, pushing his hand further behind her back and pulling her toward him. She attempted to protest, but it was no more than a mumble as he firmly pressed her neck, keeping her face close, and began exploring her mouth with his tongue.

Why can panic and elation feel so similar? Racing heart, adrenaline flooding, thoughts spiraling into chaos and silence at once... Aurelia pushed on his chest with her hands, straining against him, but he persisted, releasing her face to bring his mouth to her neck instead. She opened her mouth to yell, but he clapped a hand over it and only a little squeal escaped.

Just then, her office door slid open and the clone captain entered, taking in the scene through his visor. As Gowden leaned back to look at who it was, Howzer was already in action, taking three quick strides to the couch, picking the disgusting little man up by his shirt, and throwing him against the wall next to the door. Finding the sudden weight she was pushing against to no longer be there, Aurelia fell forward onto the couch, faceplanting in relief and giggly deliriousness.

"What the kriff do you think you're doing?!" Gowden yelled, scrambling to get to his feet. But Howzer was upon him, delivering a swift kick between his legs that produced a gratifying grunt of pain. He bent down, grabbing Gowden by the shoulders, and lifted him up, slamming him into the wall with just enough restraint to avoid knocking him out.

"I'll have you executed!" Gowden screamed again, greasy hair a wild mess, and a slightly spice-induced glaze over his eyes.

"You won't speak a word of this," Howzer growled, his helmeted voice impressively commanding, "And you will never touch nor speak to her again, do you understand me?"

"You have no--" Moss began, but was cut off as Howzer rammed him into the wall again to drive home the point.

"Do you understand me?" The voice was chillingly harsh now.

"Yes!" Moss yelped, and Howzer dropped him to the floor with another thud. "Crazy clone..." Gowden muttered. Howzer took a swing with all his force, straight to the side of Gowden's head, and he passed out cold in a crumpled pile.

Aurelia's face was sideways on the couch, having watched the whole ordeal with heavy-lidded eyes that were glassy and unfocused. She felt as though she were watching an old action holo, and she smiled and gave a little cheer as Howzer turned to her from the unresponsive figure against the wall. He pulled his helmet off, kneeling next to her and placing a gentle hand on her back.

"Are you okay? What did he do to you?" Howzer asked insistently. His eyes were large, eyebrows peaked in the center with evident concern.

"I dunno!" Aurelia slurred, bringing one arm up in a little half-shrug. "I'm just a silly little stargazer tonight!" She got suddenly serious, "But that was scary! Thank you! Not fun at all!"

Howzer furrowed his brow, lip curling in indignation. He had seen people on spice before, and this seemed to line up. Medical attention would create more problems than it would solve, and it was most easily dealt with by the simple remedies of rest and time. He rose to his feet, pulling his helmet back on, and dug through her bag until he found her key card.

"Can I pick you up?" he asked, returning to her. "I'm going to take you home so you can sleep it off."

"I don't know, big boy, can you?" she laughed, pushing herself into a messily seated position.

Without any hint of mirth, Howzer scooped her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her head against his chest plate, legs dangling past his elbow. Her sense of gravity seemed to be cutting in and out, and his firm grasp was the only constant in her tumultuous experience of reality.

"Whoo!" she said quietly, as he exited her office and headed for the lift.

The walk to her flat felt like a split second. The next thing she knew, the quick beep of the accepted key card reached her ears and the door to her home slid open. The familiar smell was so potent and welcoming, she took a deep, happy breath, nestling a little further into Howzer's neck and shoulder.

"Well this is just the best," she said blissfully, closing her eyes. "I mean, earlier I felt gross. But this is just what the doctor ordered." She giggled again, kicking her feet a little.

"I think he put spice in your food," Howzer said, heading for her bedroom. "You'll feel better in the morning, although you'll probably need a lot of water and a good breakfast." He gently lowered her onto her bed, pushing the covers back with his first free hand and easing her head toward the pillow. She nestled into it with a smile, eyes still closed, and he pulled the fluffy comforter over her legs.

"Wait!" she said, sitting up suddenly with such urgent clarity that it startled him. He took a step back, pulling his helmet off now that his hands were free, and set it on the dresser. She looked around the room quickly, eyes finding him after a moment. "Wait... Listen, you. I've wanted to ravage you against the wall since you teased me to at the opera house. And the way you threw Gowden up against it got me all hot and bothered cause I want that to be me. Er, I want it to be you. And no armor this time, I mean it," she rambled, pointing a finger at him with theatrical accusation.

Now he couldn't resist a smile, he and felt a little flicker in his chest at her intense yet inebriated stare. "Is that so?" he asked, maintaining a safe distance.

"Yes," she mumbled, flopping back onto her pillow and closing her eyes again. "You're the most beautiful clone there ever was."

Howzer laughed, thoroughly enjoying her spice-induced honesty. "Maybe I used to be," he began.

"No! You are! The haircut issss... sssexy!" she slurred, "And I'm gonna kiss every one of those scars on your face."

He felt a sense of desire rising from a deep place within, a stirring that was new and yet felt familiar at the same time. Running a hand through his hair, he took a step closer to give her a polite pat on the shoulder. "Well, I'll look forward to that, but for now you should get some rest."

"Stay?" Aurelia asked, opening her eyes to look at him earnestly. "I'll make it worth your while."

"I'm sure you would," he answered, "But not like this." He started forward, finding the sudden desire to place a kiss on her forehead, but stopped, considering it too risky to bring himself that close to her in the apparently voracious state she was in.

"Goodnight, Aurelia," he said, grabbing his helmet and heading for the door. "Tomorrow will be fun."

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snuggleupagus · 2 years

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An Account of 5/21/22 - Long Post, don't reblog

I woke up at 7:45am on our 4 year anniversary and my boyfriend was acting kinda weird. He took the dog out for his morning potty break, which I always do, and acted dodgy when I asked what we should eat for breakfast. He told me to go hide in the bathroom for a minute and my morning grouchiness kicked in. Wtf do I have to hide in the bathroom for??

When I came back out, he handed me my first clue on a little piece of paper. Unbeknownst to me, I was going on a scavenger hunt. Until that moment, our plan had just been to go out to eat for dinner somewhere fancy (I made a post about it actually...) and keep it lowkey. So I was like ok...... here goes?

The first several clues (there were 45 in total over the course of the day) were hidden in things in our apartment. One was under our dog's collar, one was in our cat's favorite napping spot, one was on a file on my computer. Several were scattered throughout the pages of The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, Good Omens, and Watership Down. One was in my car, and one was written in sharpie on the wall of a drain ditch we've walked through many times on snowday adventures.

Finally, a clue took us to his car, where a bunch of donuts and kolaches were waiting. We went to a client's house to feed some cats and there was a clue hidden there by their food bowls telling me to check my friend Babs' instagram. Sure enough, a clue was waiting for me there on her story, telling us to come over and bring the donuts!

We got to her house and we sat down w her and her fiancé to play a round of Mario Party. I ended in 3rd place, but I got both the bonus stars at the end which won me the game since I had the most money. So I was feeling pretty damn good, it's the first time I've won Mario Party in literal years.

Babs and her fiancé each had a clue for me, and off we went again to the CVS where Cory and I first met as employees. The manager there gave me my next clue, and we were off to my parent's house. There were a few clues around there, one my brother gave me. After we found the last clue, which was hidden where Cory and I declared our love for each other the first time and got together (May 21 2018), I figured out the clue was taking us to our favorite arcade.

Once we got there, his family all showed up. Each of them had a clue for me. We played games, drank beer, and somehow I hit the jackpot on a game and won us a lot of tickets, which also felt really good. We spent around an hour and a half or so there, and then I was given my next clue.

It took us to the restaurant where we had our first date (it's since changed into a new restaurant w new owners but the new place is equally delicious and fun to go to) and we met our good friends Jamie and Joucken there for a meal and a bottle of wine. They each had a clue for me, too.

The last clue I got took us to the greenbelt. It's a beautiful hiking trail along a river, very popular, we spent a lot of time there the first summer we got together. And as he was leading me to the "present" he'd "hidden" there, our friend Joucken magically appeared with his camera. Cory got down on his knee and proposed to me there. I said yes and we hugged and kissed and went to meet my parents and my uncle for dinner to tell them the news.

It was a whirlwind of a day, I never knew what was coming next and I was just hit with surprise after surprise. It was wonderful. I'm very happy and wanted to share the experience lol

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lawscorazon · 2 years

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💗💕Valentine’s Day Headcanons💕💗

*suggestive content

sanji

♡ has definitely been planning what he’s gonna do since february 15 last year. he’ll be super affectionate today showering you with more compliments and kisses, if that’s even possible. he meal prepped the rest of the crews lunch today so they they could leave him alone while he prepares for your special night.

♡ he will make you a special candle lit dinner in the aquarium bar, consisting of a recipe he’s created just for this day. over the time you’ve been with the Strawhats, he’s analyzed your flavor pallets to give you a meal that’s just the right mix of favorite and new flavors. and for dessert, he’ll serve your favorite making sure to spoon feed you the sweet delicacy and revel in the pleasant hums you make in satisfaction. if you drink, he’s got the perfect wine that will tie the whole meal together.

♡ he will get brook to play a selection while the two of you eat. brook would smile at the request if he had lips. he loves love and loves seeing you two together. and it’s perfect; the cool hue of the aquarium, the candles on the table and the gorgeous violin create a sickening romantic ambiance. sanji’s always so thoughtful and you appreciate his adoration.

♡ sanji won’t plan to have sex after dinner because he feels like that’s too forward, but he really wants to. you looked so good at dinner tonight and seeing you enjoy the food he made making those sounds made him have to adjust himself a few times. if the moment arrives he’ll be sure to feel even more loved and attended to.

♡ if you get him a gift he will cry on the spot. okay maybe not cry cry but his eyes will become glassy and he’ll be super grateful for it because he didn’t expect anything.

zoro

♡ zoro wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it. he loved you every day, so to him it seemed redundant to make a whole day out of it. that was until sanji says something about him being as shitty a boyfriend as he is a swordsman. then he decides to make it the most special day he possibly could.

♡ you were docked, so he ventured to the island to rip some poor woman’s flowers out of her garden to gift them to you.

♡ nami loaned him some money (with a steep interest rate, might i add) to buy you a gift, but he got lost after rummaging through that garden and it started to get late. he finds his way back to the sunny and steals some pens and paper from nami’s desk to make you a card instead.

♡ after dinner he presents you with the now wilted flowers and his card. you love it. his chicken scratch handwriting is so adorable. and the flowers will be lovely once you press them in on if your favorite books. you head up to the watch tower and zoro reveals an additional gift: a stolen bottle of sanji’s top shelf sake.

♡ valentine’s day sex is expected, especially since he worked so hard to put his gift together, but ofc he won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. if you are in the mood, he makes sure to be extra loud so the stupid cook can hear just how good of a boyfriend he is.

ace

♡ ace is the king of adventures and grand gestures. he goes all out for valentine’s day because he enjoys showing you just how much you love him. you start off the day with morning sex. he needs his hands on you as soon as you wake up and he spends the day showering you with hugs and kiss and compliments, and cheesy pet-names.

♡ he waits until sunset to plan something because he thinks it’s more romantic. he takes you on a hiking trail. you’re not one for being outdoors, and you didn’t think exercise is a good gift, but you love spending time with him more than you enjoy being lazy. if you do get tired he’ll carry you on his back the rest of the way.

♡ when you get to the plateau its finally dark and you can’t see much. ace sets you down and walks ahead of you excitedly, beckoning you to follow him. he shoots a few blame bullets out of his finger guns in old cowboy fashion and a hundred candles light up all arranged in a heart. there’s a tent in the middle and a small campfire.

♡ looking out towards the sky you gasp at the amazing view of the island below you and the vast horizon. you can see the stars by the millions from up here. you cry from being so overwhelmed with emotion. you appreciate all the effort it must have took to find this place and set everything. ace is always so thoughtful.

♡ ”do you like it, firefly?” he asks with a big smile on his face, pulling you into a hug. “i love it,” you reply, reaching up to kiss him. you two spend the rest of the night just hanging out and eating the small dinner that he prepared, looking at the stars.

♡ law’s not really the romantic type, and honestly? he probably forgot. “valentine’s day? today is monday” “yeah february 14th” “what about it?” but that’s no problem for you. you know he loves you and you appreciate the little ways he takes care of you everyday so you decide to return the favor.

♡ you make sure to bring him all his meals with a little love note on each one and you feed him while he works to make sure he eats and drinks enough water. for him to be a doctor he doesn’t take care of himself very well. he’s very confused at first but he begrudgingly accepts your kind acts of service.

♡ law pretends to be annoyed but really he’s just uncomfortable due to all the affection. it makes him feel nice to be taken care of. you can tell by the fact he doesn’t remind you of all the duties you should be doing instead of being with him.

♡ you accompany him the whole day just sitting near him, running your fingers through his hair every so often or a light touch on his hand. maybe he or you would say something every now and again, but you mostly enjoy each other’s silent company. you notice he begins to soften throughout the day and even smile just a little.

♡ after making sure he eats dinner you give him a kiss on his temple and tell him goodnight and that you love him. he grabs you by the wrist as you turn to leave. he closes his book and turns to you. “now that kind of man would i be if i didn’t take care of my sweet angel? it is valentine’s day after all.” he stands up to meet you in a passionate kiss and walks you over to the bed and oh, you will surely be taken care of.

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tokrev-roses · 3 years

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Pit-A-Pat

Date Night HC

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Characters: Chifuyu, Baji, Mitsuya

❧ Chifuyu Matsuno

Random dates at the weirdest times, but it’s Chifuyu, so it’s fine

Picks you up early in the morning to have a pre-school breakfast date

Picks you up from school without telling you, you’d only hear your schoolmates whispering about that cute boy and his bike at the gate

You walk over to him, being like “wth Chifuyu??”

And he is just standing there, leaning against his bike and greets you with the warmest eye-smile while handing you a helmet

Wants to spent time with you, but it is kinda problematic with his school-life and nightly gang activities

“Walking in the park and buying ice-cream” dates for him

Wants you to lick his icecream??

Like, he has seen another couple doing this somewhere, and he wants you to do it too

And you wouldn’t get his bragging about how delicious his choice is

At last, he’d ask you

“y/n. you wanna try it?”

“sure. 😊”

He’d be oddly satisfied after, but whatever makes him happy is fine with you

Another kind of date is the “late night playground date”

With him texting you at the most random hour that he is in front of your house

You greet him at the door, about to decline his offer, when he gives you the “Chifuyu-look”

Needless to say, you ended up seesawing on a sway in the middle of the night

But he gave you his jacket if that makes things up

❧ Keisuke Baji

That guy that tries to be coolest boi out there while dying internally

Definitely talked this date over with his mom

Not because he wanted, but he needed her to lift the grounding

She would go and give him tips…you know…mom-tips

How he should dress nicely, behave, give you flowers and everything

And him being the good son he is, he would listen

Now imagine you waiting outside a cinema (totally not Baji-style, I know, you know, he knows) in cute clothes, having typical date thoughts like “what if he forgot”, “what if he is going to dump me” until someone taps you on the shoulder

At first you are surprised by the person in front of you

He feels so uncomfortable, but would not complain

Ironed suit, slicked back hair, flowers in his hand

you have some trouble finding your Keisuke in this person

gritting his teeth while giving you the flowers

In that moment some random dude bumped into him and he kinda fell into your arms while the flowers landed on the ground

You chuckle while holding him up, fully expecting him to go into Berserker-Baji mood

But he just takes a deep breath, trying to calm his temper

“So…you’re really not gonna do anything about that guy? Where is Keisuke and what have you done with him?”

“Y/n.”

You tried your best to hold back, but the whole situation was so hilarious

Things got even worse

The movie you planned to watch had already begun

Baji was about to beat the guy at the entrance, but you intervened, assuring him that its fine and that you could do something else

You bought some snacks at a 7/11, while Baji walked behind you being all pouty

After you left the store you stopped him, ruffling through his hair to make him look more like himself while chuckling

“Keisuke. Anything that involves you is fine with me. Don’t worry.”

Now he is pouty and blushy

Your late-night adventure ended on a bridge, sharing snacks, and looking at the river. Not your worst experience and you made sure he knew that.

❧ Takashi Mitsuya

Home date, home date. HOME DATE.

I imagine your date to go two ways depending whether he needs to babysit his sisters (which is the usual thing) or if he is free (which is rare)

If you have a home date it won’t be less exciting than going somewhere else

Because the Mitsuya household is so cozy and comfortable

Home-cooked meals by Takashi, who asked you about your favourite dish before

Mana and Luna greeting you at the front door while he stands in the kitchen

The two girls being all over you, admiring the “pretty guest”

You try to make your way into the kitchen, where he is stirring something in a pan

He turns around and gives you the warmest smile ever (it feels like you just came home to your husband cooking smth for you)

He tells the girls to get off you and lay the table

Finally greets you with a soft hug

So much fun while eating, the girls babbling all the time and, of course, embarrassing Takashi, saying how he was “excited for his special person to come”

Both of you help them to get ready for bed, but they complained the whole time that Takashi just wants to do “kissy stuff with you” and now you’re both blushing like hell

Once both of them are (finally) asleep, its couple time

I’m talking about laying on the couch, your legs over his, a big bowl of snacks between, watching a cheesy romance or something (The Devil wears Prada? Got a feeling that’s a movie he’d love)

You either end up sleeping in his bed while he takes the couch, or you go home

In that case he’d insist to bring you, but you would stop him with a wave of your hand. He needs to watch his sisters after all

A kiss on the cheek as a goodbye for him to see him turn mushy. He is used to female contact, but with you…it is something else entirely

Those would be weekly dates for you

Now, if he is without siblings, expect some crafty dates, like a pottery workshop, going shopping without actually buying anything (money??), him telling you what would fit you (he would be deadly honest about it. No sugar-coating)

Nice café dates with the whole "ordering one milkshake and drink it together" thing

Cute and wholesome, puts a lot of effort into those dates, cuz he feels like the home-dates don’t do you justice

This is my first time writing for husband material Takashi Mitsuya. I hope I did him justice.

Also, I kinda mixed first date with general dates, so I hope this isn’t a problem? Any opinion and criticism is welcome, and I hope you like it anyways!

Rosalie 🌹

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keanureevesisbae · 3 years

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August Walker x fem!reader

Summary: Never in a million years did August expect to have this type of life, however, years after meeting you, he finds himself as a doting father.

Wordcount: 995

Warnings: Mentions of sex

August never expected something like this to happen. For years he could’ve sworn that he’d stay alone and grow old by himself and he was cool with it.

However, he never expected you to barge into his life. You were the complete opposite of him. Happy, cheery and always ready for a new lovely adventure. He hated himself for falling in love with you, because you made him vulnerable and besides: you were out of his league anyways.

But living without you, that was out of the question, because he simply couldn’t. You were like oxygen to him, the main reason he got out of bed and forgot about the things he did in his past.

It almost scared him how domestic he got with you. Asking you to move in with him since you lived in a tiny studio, letting you completely redecorate his house, which meant all sorts of cute accessories and your clothes scattered all over the place.

He made hot water bottles for you when you were on your period, massaged you when you wanted and kissed you on your forehead when you were grumpy or an emotional mess. When you dragged him out to go shopping with you, he’d watch you try on piece after piece after piece, holding the bags and insisted on paying for everything.

After two years of dating, he proposed to you, because the sheer idea of never being around you anymore, was simply too much for him. You two had a small and intimate wedding and a honeymoon that lasted around three months.

And then it happened: you got pregnant. He knew you wanted kids and in his mind, he saw a few kids running around, but when it happened, everything caught up with him and he started to panic.

With everything he had done in his past—pre-you—and with the childhood he had, how was he able to raise a child?

In his mind, he wasn’t.

You were right there, to calm him down and ease his mind. You were his rock and he knew that. You were in it for the long run, you promised that to each other in your vows and you were the one to keep those promises.

But when his first child was born, a little boy, he had even more difficulties accepting fatherhood. To not wanting to hold his child for the first three days, to having sleepless nights. Not because his boy was keeping him up with endless crying, but because his mind was racing with words of worry and fear.

Those doubts, fears and thoughts? It’s all history now, because twelve years later, he is a doting father of three: two boys aged twelve and ten and a little girl who just turned five.

‘What did I say to you about your coats?’ August asks when he walks into the living room, holding up not one, not two, but three sets of coats?

Liam, your oldest, clears his throat. ‘That we can leave them on the floor?’

‘Very funny,’ August deadpans, folding Liam’s coat into a ball, throwing it at him. ‘We have a coat rack for a reason, son.’ He ushers his other son Mason as well, handing him two coats.

‘But dad, that’s not fair,’ Mason exclaims, ‘this is Jazzy’s coat.’

‘Yeah, but my little princess is too small to hang up her coat, since she can’t reach and you can.’

Mason mumbles something, but one stern look from his dad is enough to shut him up. ‘Hi princess,’ he says to his daughter, as he sits down on the couch next to her. ‘How are you?’

‘Good,’ she says, still too mesmerized with whatever is on the television.

As the four of them watch tv, he hears the front door open. You walk inside, dropping your coat in the doorway with a bright smile on your face.

The kids clearly take after you.

‘So,’ you say, ‘guess who brought home pizza?’

While the kids all start to cheer ‘Yes!’, August asks: ‘Again?’

‘Well, if you don’t want it, you don’t have to eat it. I think there is some salad left over in the fridge.’ With a mischievous spark in your eyes, you wiggle your eyebrows. ‘That means more for us.’

Liam runs up to you, giving you a hug. ‘Yeah, dad, you clearly don’t want it.’

Mason grabs the pizza boxes from your hand and the three of you walk to the kitchen. Jazzy looks up to August and says: ‘Dad, you can have some of my pizza.’

He smiles. ‘That’s my girl. I love you, princess.’

♡ ♡ ♡

Later that night, when the three kids are all in bed, it’s finally just the two of you. He wraps his arms around your waist, as you stand near the kitchen counter, prepping some meals for the kids as they all go to school tomorrow. ‘What are your plans tomorrow, darling?’ he asks, pressing a kiss on your temple.

‘I have a few errands to run, but other than that, I’m all free.’ You look to the side. ‘Why?’

It’s that damn smile of yours, that causes him to growl. ‘I was thinking about how the two of us could engage in some adult activities. The entire fucking day.’

‘Hmm,’ you say and you have the audacity to pretend to think about it. ‘What kind of activities?’

‘You’re naked,’ he whispers, ‘I’m naked and we manage to put ourselves in some compromising positions.’ He turns you around and gives you a peck on your lips. ‘It’s been awhile.’

‘That is correct.’

‘What do you say?’ he asks. ‘Because I need you, darling.’

You snake your arms around his neck. ‘Good thing I need you too. Can’t wait until tomorrow, honey. Just promise me one thing.’

‘What?’

‘You cook and pick up the kids from school,’ you say, ‘because I already know I probably have some walking issues after you are done with me.’

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potter-imagines · 4 years

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Off Limits (Draco Malfoy)

Summary: Y/n and Draco Malfoy have been secretly crushing on one another for quite some time. Draco and his friends notoriously taunt students, especially Gryffindors. So why is Y/n, a Gryffindor, off limits? What happens when a friend attempts to harass Y/n?

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Disclaimer: Anyone else on DracoTok ??? Set in fourth year (no mentions of tri-wizard tournament, sorry saving it for later) xx

Warnings: Little bit of bullying (hp edition bullying)

Word Count: 4.5k

“Y/n… are you alright? That was your third cup of tea- you’re going to be jittering out of your seat in Charms!”

Through the bustle of her thoughts a worrisome voice tore Y/n from her daydream. The Great Hall was bouncing with energy. All houses were scarving up their lunch as the chatter filled the enormous room. Y/n sat quietly with her fellow Gryffindor classmates.

Physically she was sitting with her friends but mentally, she was across the table sitting with the bleached blonde Slytherin Prince himself. It was a recurring game between the two. Stolen admiration and stares. Words were rarely exchanged, and neither could answer why. Draco had told her once he wished she was in Slytherin, but otherwise they only spoke together when necessary. She made him nervous, and it was a feeling he didn’t like. He found himself worrying over the unfamiliar emotions he felt towards her. Both being too scared to act on their feelings, it all went unspoken.

Her attention has been drawn on him for the last 20 minutes. She casually sipped on her tea, filling her cup back up each time it grew bare. The warm of the lavender brew kissed her taste buds and slithered down her throat, emanating her body in a hug.

It wasn’t until her curly haired friend placed a hand on her shoulder that she was forced to look away.

Hermione was in the middle of an argument with Ron over who was to blame for Gryffindor losing ten points during Potions. Snape loathed the house so it was no surprise to anyone when he eagerly took points away when Ron’s cauldron exploded and split in two. Hermione paused when she noticed her best friend staring intently behind her.

Y/n sent her a quick reassuring smile and said,

“I’m fine, Hermione. Just thinking.”

Harry was busy rushing to finish his Charms paper before next period. He would add a comment every few minutes but was removed from the conversation for the most part. Ron interjected himself into the conversation as he shoveled a load of mashed potatoes into his mouth,

“More like worrying. What’s got your knickers in a twist, Y/n?”

Y/n winced as she got a full view of his meal in his open mouth. Y/n could hear Hermione gasp as she reached forward to smack Ron on the arm. He gave her a look of bewilderment, clearly not expecting her reaction.

“Ron! Dear Merlin, have some manners.” Hermione’s eyes were wide as she glared at the red head. Ron just shrugged and resumed with his meal. Steam rose from his plate and if she wasn’t so mentally withdrawn, Y/n would’ve been happily digging into the feast. There was not a day that goes by where Hogwarts meals fail to impress.

Although the uneasy feeling building in her stomach did not allow this. It was almost nauseating to be surrounded by the delicious foods. Y/n leaned forward towards the table and pursed her lips. Her e/c eyes looked past Hermione, as if she was invisible, and landed on the rambunctious table behind her. A small wisp of white flashed behind Hermione and Y/n felt her heart leap in her chest.

Her maroon sweater clung loosely to her body. It was Friday so there was no hassle over her neglecting her robes. Rubbing her thumb against the sleeve Y/n allowed herself a moment to wander. She thought of Draco. How it would feel to hold his hand. To lay in his arms and run her hands through his snow white locks. To take late night adventures with him around the castle after hours. To be his rock and hear all the little thoughts running rampant in his head. To be his.

A far off thought, yes but a girl’s allowed to imagine right?

Cautionless the young witch sitting before Y/n whipped her head around to see what was captivating her friend so much. Expecting to see a dinosaur with a shark’s head, as she had never seen her friend so mesmerized, Hermione furrowed her dark brows in confusion as she scanned the scene. All she saw was the annoying table of Slytherin’s and a gloomy, cloudy sky outside the windows. Draco and his friends were loudly talking, Hermione rolled her eyes at his. They never failed to annoy her. Most of the students sitting in the group infuriated her. Pansy was constantly harassing Hermione with her cruel words and bothersome antics. Crabbe and Goyle took more interest in pestering Ron and Harry but they still found a way to get to her as well. Draco was the worst of all cause he seemed to be in charge of all the taunting and hell. Sure, since the start of the group's fourth year in the fall he had laid off, but not completely. Snarde comments were thrown here and there but the intensity had decreased.

The oddest part of it was none of Draco’s wrath was ever placed on Y/n. Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy got their insults in on her daily but never Draco. There were times Hermione caught him scolding his friends in the courtyard for a comment they made towards Y/n and it baffled her.

She hadn’t noticed she was staring- or rather searching- for very long until Pansy’s sharp, hateful eyes caught hers.

“What’d you think you’re staring at, mudblood?” The sneering Slytherin glared dangerously at Hermione. Pansy sat between Draco and Blaise, the corner of her lip lifted as if she was growling at Hermione. Her hands were clutching the wood of the table ready to pounce. The loud conversation died down as the surrounding Slytherin’s and Gryffindor’s listened in, half out of amusement and the other out of fear.

“Are you gonna answer me or just sit there looking dumb with your iditot friends? Huh?” Her thin brows lifted towards the ceiling, intimidation emanating off her skin. Y/n winced in guilt. Hermione was only curious as to what caught her attention and now she was caught in Pansy’s.

“If anything dumb is the most lazy insult you could use against Hermione. If I remember correctly she’s the top of our class and if I can remember correctly, you’re number 36 out of 40. Did I get that right?”

“You filthy little blood traitor, you’re gonna regret-” Pansy had shot up like a predator ready to kill their prey. Y/n was almost certain she saw flames burning in Pansy’s dark orbs. Gasps emerged as students readied themselves for a fight. Ron was frozen in shock, no help at all, only stunned. Harry had only rejoined the conversation when Pansy’s wrath began, making him just as taken back as Ron. Y/n knew this wouldn’t end well but she couldn’t handle Pansy berating her friends for game. Just as the devilish Slytherin threw her leg over the bench, Draco snatched her arm stopping her actions all in one move. A noticeably screech came from her lips from the pain of his grip. Her fists were clenched by her side and her plans were obvious to the whole crowd. By this point, everyone in the Great Hall was watching the mess unfold.

The brunette girl snapped her head to the leader of their group. Her gaze screamed ‘let me go’ but Draco was not about to let that happen.

“Pansy, shut up and sit. You’re not gonna do anything.”

“Draco she just-” Suddenly Pansy was forced back into her seat causing a loud thump. Draco practically shoved her into compliance snarling in the process. If the scenario had been different, Y/n might’ve giggled at Pansy’s befuddlement. Even Blaise was astonished! The tension was too thick for a laugh to lighten any moods.

“I said, shut up and sit down.” His words were final. The girl now coward under his icy stare. If looks could kill, Pansy would be 6 feet under by the hands of Draco Malfoy. The silence was uncomfortable and no one wanted to be the first to make the next move. Shakily, Pansy grabbed her fork and resumed eating, pretending she didn’t just get humiliated in front of the entire school.

Y/n remained focused on Draco, studying his expression. His eye remained glued to Pansy but not in a loving way. The rage in his eyes could be seen from the moon. He was testing her, installing fear in her. When he decided his message stuck, he turned away and looked forward at the h/c witch sitting across from him. Y/n’s body shuttered at his movement and quickly looked to Hermione. A wave of electricity ran down her spine. He felt it too. Draco’s gaze stayed fixed on Y/n unable to tear away. He spent a lot of time staring at her, examining her features, although he took these stolen glances when she wasn’t looking. This time he knew she saw him, the only difference is he didn’t care. A part of him hoped her doe eyes would move back to his somber ones.

“What just happened?” Ron was the first to speak up among the table. Y/n could feel the endless pairs of eyes on her. It seemed everyone was seeking answers.

“I have no bloody clue.” She mumbled. Hermione reached out and tugged on Y/n’s hand, a silent thank you. A small gleam tugged on Y/n’s lips as she squeezed her hand back. Lifting her head she found the familiar pair of stormy eyes. This time, she didn’t look away.

Rain drops kissed the stone of the castle as a storm brewed outside. A continuous thump played on repeat. It was a soothing lull to Y/n as she walked back to her dorm from the library. The last few hours she was cozied into an armchair staring out the window. Her initial intentions were to study but after an hour of skimming through her Potions textbook and feeling more lost than ever, she gave up and lost herself in the weather.

Most students were busy socializing, it was a Saturday night after all. Harry, Ron and Hermione begged Y/n to join them at the Gryffindor party for 4th years and ups but she politely declined. Typically she’d tag along and set aside some time to enjoy herself but for the night, she preferred to be alone. Ever since her odd encounter with Draco and him defending her, she had a difficult time controlling her thoughts. He seemed to be the only thing occupying her thoughts.

The corridors were empty for the most part. A few giddy students tipsy off firewhisky rushed by her. She was approaching the staircase towards the common room when the calling of her name stopped her in her tracks.

Y/n clutched her books to her chest and she turned around. The hallway appeared empty, though the crashing rain made it hard to hear. Y/n wrote it off as her imagination and resumed her walk. Her cheeks were rosy from the harsh breeze sweeping the grounds. She decided on a detour wanting to delay her arrival in the common room. Fred and George would surely convince her to join in the partying and she wasn’t in the mood for that at the moment.

Y/n’s steps clicked against the ground filling the empty void. Bright flames created lighting in the halls guiding Y/n on her journey. Her feet carried her around effortlessly, the destination still undecided.

If it were a weekday, she wouldn’t be able to make it a few feet wandering around this late without a perfect stopping her. She was scolded a handful of times but never written up. Maybe that was because it was typically a Gryffinor or Huffelpuff who caught her. Undoubtedly a Slytherin perfect would waste no time turning her in.

Suddenly a noise caught Y/n’s attention. It wasn’t loud, almost nonexistent but Y/n knew her ears had not tricked her. It sounded like a clank, similar to when she would drop her wand on the stone floor. Y/n peeked over her shoulder but once again, it was empty. Nearly. If he hadn’t stumbled Y/n would have missed him but she didn’t.

The black cloak left the trail. His fast movements to hide caused it to wave back ever so slightly. A tiny look of his bright locks poked out from the stone corner. Y/n smiled to herself as she thought, was he following me?

The happy witch swiveled back around and gracefully continued down the corridor. She pretended to not notice the presence behind her as she led him to a spot, unbeknownst to him. Draco had no inkling that Y/n was on to him. He was sure his hiding skills were immaculate. He had been playing hide-n-go-seek with the house elves since he was a child. His only mistake was calling out to her earlier. He was desperate for a conversation, but his nerves got the best of him. Draco tiptoed a safe distance behind Y/n as she skipped down the wavy path.

She quickly rounded a corner causing Draco to pick up his pace. It wasn’t until he turned the corner that confusion graced his face.

“What?”

Without warning a hand clamped around his wrist and yanked him backwards. A door slammed loudly making Draco whip around to face his attacker. Much to his surprise the beautiful Gryffindor he had grown so infatuated with stood before him. Her h/c hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail but she still looked gorgeous. This was the first time the pair has been so close to one another. She could smell the hint of peppermint wafting off his breath. It reminded her of a potion she had smelled months ago.

Both speechless, the pair stood inches away from each other. Draco’s eyes flickered from her plump peach lips to her eyes, then back to her lips. He was hoping she’d speak first and luckily, that was exactly what she did,

“Why are you following me?”

Draco griminced growing bashful. His head fell down to his chest as he stared at the ground trying to come up with an answer. This was not an emotion he was accustomed with. Never in his life has a blush of red painted his cheeks from the actions of a girl. Especially a Gryffindor girl. He wondered how his father would react then pushed away the thought. Y/n leaned her head down forcing Draco to meet her gaze.

“What makes you think I was following you?”

She gave him a knowing look. He was caught and there was no denying that. Draco took a moment to take in the closet she had shoved them both into. It was a supply closet by the looks of it. There was one window with a small nook overlooking the vast forest extending beyond the castle grounds. A few dusty textbooks, some beakers, empty test tubes, and four old broomsticks. He hadn’t spent much time on this half of the castle. He found himself exploring a lot of new areas of the castle while following Y/n around. It started last year, the beginning of their third year. It was far easier for him to admire her from afar then risk rejection.

“Fine, I’ve been following you. I just wanted to know what you’re up to. There’s about seven parties going on tonight so you can’t tell me you weren’t invited to one.” “I was, but I didn’t feel like socializing tonight. I could ask you the exact same thing.” Draco smirked. He might not be the biggest fan of Gryffindor’s, but her playfulness and ease to serve it right back enticed him.

“Maybe I didn’t feel like socializing either.” Y/n shot him a look of skepticism. He wasn’t fooling you but you decided to play his game.

“But you want to spy on me?”

“I wouldn’t say spy-” This earned a scoff from the Gryffindor. Draco rolled his blue eyes and sighed, “Okay I just enjoy ‘spying’ on you at times. Don’t make me explain it please. You’re amusing. Quite odd too, but amusing nonetheless. I don’t know.”

Y/n could feel the heat kissing her cheeks at his words. If it was any other boy, she would tell them off or find it a bit creepy but she had been crushing on Draco now for years so she couldn’t help the rapid beating in her chest. Draco searched Y/n’s face for disapproval, he thought he had scared her off at this point. Instead, she looked up at him and gave him a teasing smirk,

“How many other girls do you spy on, Malfoy?”

The usual cocky boy was taken aback by her question. The last thing he needed was for Y/n to think of him as some sleaze. In all honesty, he had never taken genuine interest in a girl until he met you.

“Only you, I swear. No other girl in this school has held my interest as long as you.”

“Why did you stick up for me yesterday at lunch? With Pansy… I thought you two were y’know… and you made her stop. Why?”

It was hard to ignore her sadden expression. A pang struck his heart at her brokenness. He wanted to hug her but he hardly even knew her personally. It was funny in a way. He had spent almost two years observing her and taking notes over her actions but had never made a move. Quickly he shook his head,

“I’m not with Pansy, if that’s what you think. She’s quite annoying, can’t spend more than an hour around her without a bloody headache. Not exactly my type.” Y/n giggled causing Draco to smile. It was the first genuine smile he had in awhile. “But I’m not sure. I just didn’t like the way she was speaking to you. She was wrong anyways so why let her get away with it? Not that you needed my help, anyhow. You can hold your ground pretty well, love.”

Y/n’s breath caught in the back of her throat at the phrase. She heard it from her friends but never from Draco. It had a larger effect on her. A small precipitation built in her palms. The closet was becoming crammed with the growing tension between them. For the first time tonight Draco held the confidence and he took full advantage of it. Seeing her frail and shy made his heart melt and long to protect you. It was a feeling that scared him but he was willing to invite it.

“Cat’s got your tongue?” Draco teased the girl like a game of cat and mouse. It was new to him, seeing her wiggle uncomfortably. Lately she has been on the upper hand. Now it was his turn. Her flustered state caused his stomach to do flip flops. She was the most adorable girl he had ever laid eyes on.

Y/n placed her hand on his stern chest keeping a small space of distance between the pair. Draco tried to deny the sensation that rushed through his bones under her touch.

“Shove off, Draco. I don’t like the way your friends treat mine.” She rolled her eyes carelessly. This was an issue she wanted to end. It hurt Y/n to see the way Draco’s friends treated hers. She didn’t like seeing Hermione upset and ashamed over her blood status, which holds no importance in her mind.

“I’m sorry, darling. It’s hard to explain but I can tell them to lay off a bit. They haven’t done anything to you have they?” His hand now rests over her own, still placed on his chest. This was the first time she had felt the warmth of his hand on hers. The butterflies in her stomach were screaming but she resisted their cries. “No, actually that’s the weird thing. I think today was the first time I’ve actually had a conflict with one of your friends. Why is that?” Draco grinned at her confused expression. All this time he spent admiring her from a distance, he never realized how breathtaking she really was up close.

“They know better, I wouldn’t allow that.”

He hadn’t fully processed his words before they slipped. Y/n’s head tilted to the side watching his profile. She waited for a chuckle, for him to admit it was a ploy. Draco’s posture stayed fixed and tense. His words held more weight than one might think. It led onto more and Y/n wanted to hear him say it. Vulnerability was an uncomfortable emotion for Draco and for the first time in a long time, he was scared.

“Why do you treat me differently, Draco? I’ve never heard you say one bad thing about me. You stood up for me yesterday. You’ve been spying on me. You look out for me… why?”

Y/n’s hand slipped away from his and folded near her lap. The tension was as thick as honey. All Draco could think about was the hint of cherry in Y/n’s perfume that was tattooed in his memory. He thought about her all summer long, never able to get the sound of her childish laughter out of his head. Spent hours in his mother’s garden sitting underneath a large cherry tree thinking about her. The only thing he wanted to change about Y/n was to make her his.

Maybe it was the cunningness of the Slytherin in him, he just couldn’t resist the opportunity. Rejection was the last thing on his mind, it was worth the risk.

In a light manner Draco pushed Y/n back a step until her back was pressed into the stone wall and the back of her head against the glass of the window. A small yelp came as Y/n was caught off guard by his sudden movements. Even through the darkness Y/n could make out Draco’s features. He looked assured- not his usual arrogant, high and mighty demeanor. Draco’s hand snaked up above Y/n’s head, giving himself stability as his face neared hers.

His free hand slowly curled around Y/n’s chin, taking his time. Y/n was positive he could hear the pounding of her heart. She reached up and pinched the skin of her arm between her finger tips. Draco stroked her cheek, brushing his thumb to her chin every few swipes. Nope, not dreaming, Y/n thought to herself.

Their eyes locked and Draco sent her a look of approval, not wanting to cross a boundary. She answered his question by closing the gap between them, leaning up on her tippy toes to meet his lips. Her hands slipped around his neck pulling him in closer. She savoured the taste of peppermint and apple on his lips. His kiss was soft, but overflowing with passion. It wasn’t sloppy but smooth, like two puzzle pieces matching up. Y/n’s lips moved with his happily. Her hands found their way to his platinum blonde hair, grazing at his soft locks earning a groan of pleasure from Draco. They continued on for another minute or so until Y/n’s need for oxygen got the better of her.

Pulling away softly Y/n rested her forehead against Draco’s. The only sound filling their air was the two of them trying to catch their breath. Drunk off adrenaline Draco’s eyes lit with glee. The happiness rising in his chest was addicting. Placing his gaze on Y/n Draco felt warmth,

“I really, really like you, Y/n. Even if you are a Gryffindor.”

Little chuckles came from both as they basked in the moment. Y/n was excited to run back to her dorm and share her night with Hermione. Hermione- what would she say?

A pit of worry settled in Y/n as she started to process what was happening. Draco noticed her shift in moods and moved his hold to her shoulders pulling her back a step. Y/n shifted her attention to the window and furrowed her eyebrows,

“What will your friends say? Your parents-” Before she could finish Draco beat her to it. He gently moved her chin to focus herself back on him. She drew her bottom lip into her mouth, biting on it nervously. Draco smirked at this, her little action driving him mad. Reassuringly, Draco bent at the knees a bit and placed a tender kiss to Y/n’s lips, then her cheek, holding her face in his hands. She was beyond flustered, her cheeks had yet to stop burning since she pulled him in the room. His hair swept against her forehead as he shook his head, “I don’t give a shit about any of them right now. Just you. Please be mine, Y/n.”

Her breath caught in the back of her throat. Draco scanned her face looking for any signs of an answer. He had never officially asked a girl out before so this was all new. She could easily say no and tell all her friends about it and torture him for years. Instead, Y/n nodded ‘yes’ then reconnected her lips once again with Draco’s. He moved to get a better position but just as he did, the closet door swung open causing a ray of light to burst in.

The two separated in an instant, scared shitless over the intruder.

“Well look here Georgie! We were right about all that lip smacking! It’s Y/n and Malfoy!”

“No way!” Soon rough George Weasley popped his head into the closet with a mischievous grin. Fred folded his arms over his chest smirking at the two of you. He was already planning out who George and him should spill the news to first. The endless chuckles began to emanate when he took in the sight.

Annoyed at their presence Draco shot dagger worthy glares at the twins. She shoved his shoulder trying to diffuse his frustration. The twins were her friends after all. Draco shot one last look at the twins before sneering,

“Get lost, Weasels!”

This only escalated the giggles between the twins as they rushed out singing loudly,

“Y/n and Malfoy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G-, first comes love, then comes marriage-”

When they got far enough down the hall, Y/n sent a look to Draco. He was annoyed, not mad. Y/n moved towards him, leaning against his chest. The Slytherin Prince gripped her waist embracing her.

“If you don’t want to go back to your dorm yet, I know a spot. We’ll have to take a lot of stairs-” Y/n groaned in response earning a small laugh from Draco. “I know but I think you’ll like it. We can see the stars from up there.” Draco had only ventured up to the Astronomy Tower a handful of times though taking her there seemed to be a perfect idea. She’d love the stars, and it would give him more time to spend with her.

Y/n laced their fingers squeezing his hand. Draco pulled her hand to his lips pressing a chaste kiss to the skin.

“Okay, lead the way Draco.”

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I gave you my heart (h.s)

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader

Requested: Yes!

Summary: Harry is trying to propose to you, but his family is getting in the way.

Warnings: Fluff. Angst if you really pay attention. Language. Mentions of alcohol (barely) Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, sorry!)

Word count: 4.1 K

Author’s Note: Oh how I missed writing for Harry! And a fluffy piece nonetheless! Who am I? Well, this is a Holiday fic (non specific) and I’m also planning to do a 5SOS holiday fic by the end of the year, so stay tuned! 🌻 Reblogs, comments, feedbacks and likes are welcomed and encouraged! Please, I love to hear from you guys 💕 Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋✨

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Picture form Pinterest. Title from the song “last Christmas”

Ok i know this is cheesy but hear me out, Harry proposing on Christmas with his family around.

Harry kneeled in front of you. His hands were intertwined with yours as he spoke of all the grand adventures you had and how much he adores you while your eyes filled with glossy cold tears. He couldn’t see his mum from where he was, but he could already tell she started crying as well while Gemma held her in a side hug, watching the scene they never thought would happen being displayed in front of them.

Words of praise left his mouth like a symphony, knowing that he will never get tired of praising you as the angel you were. Tears started forming in his eyes as he promised you a lifetime of love and adventure, hoping with all his heart you would say yes.

They all knew the question that was going to pop out of his lips any time now.

“So, Y/N L/N” He said, as the fireworks started to go off behind them “Will you marry me?”

You wiped your tears with the back of your hand and with a smile you answered:

“You better wake up before I leave you in the car”

Harry opened his eyes in shock, cursing under his breath as he realized he had fallen asleep without realizing.

You were on your way to Anne’s house for the Holidays, just like you promised a few months ago when Harry finalized all his tour arrangements. You were very excited to see Harry’s family again, it has been a while since you got to spend any time with them as you accompanied Harry across the world for the most part of the past year. You love them with all your heart and it comforts you to know that the feeling is completely mutual - Anne practically adopting you the minute you came through the door as Harry’s partner a few years ago and Gemma quickly becoming your best friend over the span of a few minutes, bonding over clothes, movies and embarassing Harry stories.

Harry loved how much you and his family love each other, for that is all he asked. For him there are only three things that matter most: His music and his fans; His family and, of course, you. He felt really blessed to have you in his life during all these years, knowing that you love him just as much as he loves you (although he would always fight that he loves you more) You were his rock, his best friend, his world… and he cannot wait to put a rock on that hand to prove that to you.

He got the ring a few months prior, but he knew he wanted to marry you from the first moment he saw you interact with his family. He still remembers that cold December night when he came downstairs looking for you and you were sleeping on the couch next to Gemma. You have been talking all night and were exhausted by the time you both finished that bottle of wine. He stood on the entrance of the living room watching the cozy scene with a smile plastered across his face. He knew he loved you back then, but his happiness at that moment was unmatched.

He was so entranced by the picture that he didn’t notice Anne standing beside him.

“This one’s a keeper” She said in a low voice as she watched you both with tenderness in her eyes. But Harry already knew that.

And now, as you were driving the cold snowy roads of Cheshire, Harry drifted back from his fantasy waiting to come true. Thinking back and forward of the little velvet box that is hidden in his suitcase.

“Sorry,” He said with a yawn “Didn’t notice I fell asleep”

You smiled at him but kept your eyes on the road “It’s okay, love. I know you must be tired of the trip. That is why I asked you to switch seats and let me drive in the first place”

Harry stared at you for a moment, completely enamored by your thoughtfulness. He really was lucky to have you.

“Besides,” You joke “With your driving skills, we might get to Homes Chapel the day after the Holidays if we are lucky”

Harry rolled his eyes “Oh, bug off!” He said as he mocked annoyance, but his laugher soon joined yours as you continued your way towards his childhood home.

You let out a happy squeal once you noticed Anne standing in front of her house from a distance, wasting no time on parking the car so you could run up to her and hug her.

“Aww I’m so glad you’re finally here!” Said the matriarch of the Styles’ family as she crushed your body in a tight hug “I’m never letting you go a year without visiting us again!”

“It will not happen again! I promise” You answered with a laugh.

She let you go just enough so she could place her palm on your cheek, caressing it in a motherly way “You better! And in any case you could always run away from my son and come stay here for as long as you want!”

This is when Harry decided to interject. He was standing behind you, smiling at the exchange that was happening in front of him.

“Oi! No need for that now, mum”

Anne laughed as she went to hug her son, murmuring about how if he doesn’t keep an eye on you she would steal you from him without a second thought.

After a few more greetings, Anne ushered you into the house. The warm environment and the smell of a homemade meal made you feel at home.

You always loved to come and visit Harry’s childhood home. It reminded you of him, the real Harry you got to know on a more personal and deep level. The Harry that let all his walls down and let you in, welcoming you to his house, his family and friends and into his heart. The Harry you love with all your being.

“‘m gonna head and help mum with dinner” Your boyfriend said as he hung his coat by the door “You’ve been driving all day, love. You should rest”

He pressed his chest to your back and rounded his arms around your waist to hold you closer before placing a kiss to the shell of your ear. You hummed “‘m not tired. I don’t think I could rest till much later.”

“Still,” Harry said “At least try to rest? Don’t want you to feel sick and I know you’ll hate to miss all the traditions”

You sighed “At least that way I’ll get you to take care of me, right?” You smiled at him and he smiled back.

“Always, darling”

You placed a couple little chaste kisses to his lips, pulling away from his grasp before he started to try and deepend them as he always does “‘m gonna go unpack my suitcase then. Want me to unpack yours?”

Harry was about to answer when the alarms in his head went off, reminding him of the little box you should definitely not find “Uh, n-no. I have to show something to my mum” He lied “I’ll unpack my stuff later. Thank you, though”

His response got you a little confused, but you just shrug your shoulders and turned around towards the guest room, aka: Harry’s old room. Letting Harry let out a relief breath once you went out of sight. This was going to be a long holiday.

Gemma arrived later that night. She didn’t even put her luggage on the ground before she caught your eye and ran to hug you.

“Oh my god” She said, hugging you tighter “I have so much to tell you!”

“Oh sure,” Harry said, walking towards her as she almost left you out of breath “I’m just your brother who you haven’t seen in a long time… Why should I get a hug?”

The older Styles rolled her eyes “Because I see you in every social media post there is you dork! Besides, I have had Y/N in my life rather recently compared to living with you under the same roof for almost seventeen years”

Harry placed his hand over his heart and mocked a hurt expression, making his sister laugh before she moved on to wrap him into a hug.

“I missed you, you wanker” She said, hiding some love in the insult.

“Me too, jerk”

“But I missed Y/N more” She said with a grin, pulling away from Harry and turning back to you. Intertwining your arms so you’d walk together into the living room “So, I was telling you…”

Hours flew by and before you’d realized it was almost 2 am when you and Gemma made your ways to your respected rooms. You noticed that Harry went to bed a little earlier and you guessed he would be asleep by now.

You found your boyfriend safe and tucked away in dreams once you opened the door. You smiled to yourself as you admired his sleeping figure sprawled all over the bed with one arm spread over your side, waiting for you to cuddle up against it.

A yawn flew through you as the exhaustion of the day settled in. You quickly changed into your cozy pajamas, did your nighttime routine and layed in bed next to Harry, who, as soon as he felt you by his side, pulled your body closer to him.

“Hi” He said in a whisper, kissing the shell of your ear.

“I thought you were sleeping, H” You giggled as you felt his hand caress your side.

“Couldn’t sleep well without you, you know that”

And indeed you did. Harry always complained whenever he was on tour that he missed you too much and that he needed you even more “I just feel better when I’m with you, love. I do better. It’s like you are my lucky charm or something” He’d always said before he convinced you to travel the world with him. And, to be honest, you did not need that much convincing. If you could spend all your living days with Harry, you would.

“Wha’ time is it anyways?” He asked.

“Late” You shrugged, turning your body so you were facing him “I’m sorry. We didn’t realize we spent all night talking”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows “Why are you apologizing for? I love when you spend time with my family”

“But I almost didn’t spend time with you!”

Harry chuckled “It’s okay, love. I know how my mum and sister can get whenever you are around. They love you almost as much as I do”

“Well, Gemma did say she loved me more....” You teased, making Harry scoff.

“Not possible” He pressed his lips to yours, trying to make your worry disappear “‘m serious, though. Don’t be sorry for spending too much time with them. I swear it 's fine. We could have time for ourselves at any point of the Holiday”

You murmured a soft ‘okay’ before drifting into a peaceful sleep. Harry watched you sleep for a few minutes, taking in the joyful peace that your presence gifted to him whenever you were around. Thinking about how he cannot wait to make you an official Styles.

However, that was not going to be an easy job.

As the day passed, you and Harry had less and less time for yourselves as Anne and Gemma got you two completely busy with different activities. From getting the groceries, to help one of them decorate the house or even to just take a walk. You were never not doing something.

And it wasn’t like a bad thing either. On the contrary, you were having the time of your life sharing all of these amazing traditions with Harry’s family. They made you feel welcome and cared for, something that was fairly new to you since you met Harry.

You loved decorating the House and baking cookies with Anne, and it felt so great to have a friend like Gemma around to take the seriousness out of a serious situation and just let you have your fun. But you would be lying if you’d say that you don’t miss your boyfriend.

Even though Harry was always just mere feet from you, he was also caught up in various activities and could barely spend any time with you and that was making him frustrated.

The Holidays were stressful enough, but for Harry this took a whole other level when he thought about the proposal and how many times he failed at getting you two alone so he could do it.

The first miss opportunity came when it started snowing the day after your arrival. He knew how much you loved snow because, in your own words, it made it all seem magical. So when he woke up early that day, he decided that now was the time and that he was ready to pop up the big question. He was going to ask you to play in the snow - just like you usually do - and make a snowman. But the surprise would come with the ring that would be on the snowman’s finger, ready to be placed on your hand if you said yes. Sadly, when you two got ready to go and play, Anne solicited yours and Harry’s help to go and take some food to the shelter that was not so far away from here, a tradition the Styles’ family have been doing since Harry was a baby. When you came back, most of the snow had melted and you were too tired to even think of going outside again.

The second time Harry’s plan got held up was on a frosty night. He had prepared a cozy inside picnic in front of the fireplace for only you and him. He knew that Anne would be out with some of her friends and that Gemma had plans to meet up with someone on a date, so they wouldn’t be able to interrupt in any way. He got a bottle of wine, a charcuterie board, some chocolate covered strawberries, a fluffy blanket and some candles to light up the dark room. He also made you change in your pajamas so you’ll be even more comfortable during the date. Everything went according to plan, his hand almost reaching for the velvet box he hid under one of the couch’s cushions when Gemma came early from her date, completely ruining the moment as she came into the room fuming because she got stood up. Needless to say he did not propose that night.

Harry was convinced that the third time was the charm. Since it was obvious he couldn’t propose in the house without being rudely interrupted every time, he was going to take you out for lunch and then go ice skating, one of your favorite winter activities. Yes, he was aware that it wasn’t his most elaborated plans, but he didn’t know what to do. Plus, he had talked to the owner of the ice skating pit beforehand, asking him to please let them have at least one hour of privacy so he could propose in peace. The owner even promised him to play the playlist Harry made for you and to add some special lightning to make the moment more romantic.

Feeling excited, Harry ran down the stairs to give you the news of your date. But his face fell when he saw you getting ready to go out with Gemma and his mum.

“Are you going out?” He asked as he saw you put on your coat.

“Yes,” You answered with a smile, but that smile soon felt when you saw the disappointment in Harry’s eyes “Your mum asked me and Gemma to go for a last minute shopping run… Harry are you okay, love?”

Your boyfriend closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he acquired whenever he was frustrated “‘m perfect” He mumbled, turning around to go back to your shared room.

But you were quicker as you grabbed him softly by the arm to make him stop in his tracks. Slowly making him turn around so he was face to face with you “Don’t lie, H. What is going on?”

“‘m just,” He started, but he couldn’t even look you in the eyes as he tried to find the right words to say to you, almost feeling like he is failing you somehow “We never got the chance to spend some time together, Y/N. You are always busy or I am always busy with my mum or with Gemma that I almost didn’t see you this whole trip and I-I just miss you”

Your eyes softened and your heart fluttered with his words. You missed him too, much more than you could say. Everytime you find some time for yourselves you get interrupted and by the end of the day you are both too tired to do anything else besides sleeping. You could tell Harry was frustrated by this whole ordeal, you just didn’t imagine it would affect him this much.

You cupped his cheek and brought him into a sweet kiss “I miss you too, love. Very much” You watched how Harry’s green eyes softened, but they still held an unspoken sadness “If you want me to stay with you, then I’ll stay with you. I don’t need to go with them, you know?”

Harry sighed, placing his hand over yours and caressing it with his thumb “I know” He said as he gave a kiss to your palm “You know how much I love seeing you hanging out with them and I know how much you enjoy it. You should go”

“But Harry-”

“Go, have fun!” He said in a cheerful tone as he brought you closer to give you a hug “I’ll be fine, love. I just want you to remember this Holiday and to enjoy it as much as you can”

“Are you sure? Because I can stay if you-”

“‘m sure,” He smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Go, darling. They must be waitin’”

You smiled back at him and pecked his lips before turning around and closing the front door. Missing for just a second the way Harry’s smile dropped as he saw his plan being shut down once again.

He wasn’t proud of his last resort. He knew you deserved an epic proposal, something that could come out from an Oscar winning movie. Something that was as special as you are. And he was beating himself for ruining every chance he’s got to do this properly, but he promised himself that he would not let you - nor him - return home without a shiny rock on your hand. And a Styles never backs down from a promise.

So, with his heart almost beating out of his chest, he placed the gift bag with the other gifts that adorned the living room. Everything will be done tomorrow and there is no turning back now. It was now or never.

The next morning, you found yourself caught up in another Styles’ tradition. You were all sitting in the living room wearing your coziest pajamas as you drank hot cocoa and ate some gingerbread cookies with a pinch of peppermint. It was almost time to open the presents and you could tell Harry was feeling rather anxious.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked as you curreled up to him on the couch that was facing Anne and Gemma, who were already starting to distribute the presents among you.

Harry hummed as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, turning his face so he was looking at you. He could swear in that moment that he has never seen someone as beautiful as you right now as you watched him with doe eyes, your hair a little bit messy and a thin layer of chocolate decorating your upper lip. He was completely and utterly in love with you.

“Yeah, why’d you ask?”

You shrugged “You were tossing and turning a lot last night, almost like you were nervous or something. Are you sure everything’s alright?”

Harry smiled “I got you, don’t I? How could anything not be alright?”

You rolled your eyes at his cheesy remark, but quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek. Harry didn’t miss the way your cheeks blushed.

“I asked Anne and Gemma to give us a day for ourselves” You said after a moment. Harry looked at you surprised. You couldn't know..? “I told them I felt guilty that I haven’t spent any time with you since we arrived and they understood” You smiled at him “I got you all for myself today, mr. Styles”

Harry’s eyes filled with glee as he brought your lips to him, kissing you with all the love he could pour at the moment.

“Uh, mum?” Gemma’s voice interrupted the scene “I don’t think this is mine” She said as she opened a gift bag.

“No? It’s a jewelry bag so I thought-”

Gemma shook her head “No! This is definitely not for me” She said as she took the little velvet box from inside, making the room go completely quiet. In that moment, all eyes went to Harry as he watched the scene with horror.

“Oh shit” He said, untangling himself form you so he could grab the box from his sister’s hand “Actually, this is mine”

All three of you stayed quiet as he grabbed your hand and kneeled in front of your sitting figure on the sofa.

“Oh my god” You said, covering your mouth that almost fell to the ground because of the shock.

“Oh my god” Gemma and Anne said in unison as they realized what was happening in front of them.

“Y/N,” Harry said looking into your eyes “Let me start by saying that this is not how things were supposed to go. And I’m not just talking about my sister opening your gift. I’ve been trying to propose for as long as this Holiday lasted. Waiting for the perfect moment because you are my perfect half, my soulmate and you deserve nothing less than pure and utter perfection, my love. And I’m sorry I can’t give that to you now”

You could feel the tears pouring down your face since the moment he kneeled in front of you, but hearing Harry say that he wanted to propose all along made you cry harder, how did you get so lucky?

“I knew I had to do this here, for this is the place where I knew I wanted to marry you the first time we came to visit. I have loved you from the very first moment you said hello, and I knew from that instant that you were going to become my favorite hello and my most painful goodbye. Y/N you are magic, my love. My lucky charm. Everything I do, everything I say or think or sing is for and because of you. You are my muse and my best friend. My anchor and my wings. I cannot live without you nor do I ever want to. You have bewitched me body and soul and I love you. I love you. I love you”

You could hear the distant sobs of Anne in the background, but all you could see was Harry. Harry, your best friend and lover. Harry, the person who filled your life with love and light. Harry, who was now on one knee, with tears in his eyes and a ring on his hand. Harry. Harry. Harry.

“You don’t have to say yes, but I really hope that you do. Y/N, my love. I love you more than life itself, you have made me a better man by loving me the way that you do. Let me love you the same now and forever. Will you marry me?”

You nodded through the tears “Yes, Harry. A million times yes!”

You swore Harry’s smile could light up the world in that moment as he slid the ring down your finger. But you didn’t even look as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him like his mum and sister weren’t watching, throwing the both of you to the floor.

Anne and Gemma started clapping, celebrating the new beginning of the young couple. Because these holidays had a new meaning now, since now and forever they will be remembered as the day you said “yes” to the love of your life.

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sunnyville36 · 3 years

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First star I see tonight

Requested from anon

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Themes/warnings: **allusions to trouble sleeping, insomnia**, late night/early morning dates, Chan being a soft and tender boy™️, so much fluff like a LOT of fluffiness

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: This is not meant to be used as a model of behavior to support all those who have trouble sleeping or sleep disorders. Reader in this scenario knows what Chan's character deals with, knows he has treatment and support systems available if/when he needs or wants them, and behaves the way they do at the request of his character

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There’s something special about that time of night, where one day turns into another. You read somewhere once that people like you found comfort in it because it was the one time where everyone else was asleep, where you were free from the demands of others. The part of the day you had control over. And you suppose that theory was right in your case.

So you never have a problem waiting up for Chan. You know he loses himself in his work; comes home sometimes too restless to fall asleep right away. While you care deeply about him getting the proper rest, you never want to make him feel pressured by you. So the two of you venture out, him in his hoodie and you in your woolen cardigan, usually to walk the paths along the Han river.

That’s exactly where you are tonight, following the path lit up by the light of the lamp posts. When it’s this late (or should you say early) you never feel rushed, meandering arm in arm slowly down the sidewalk, taking in the city and each other’s presence. His busy schedule means you don’t get a ton of time together, so you appreciate every moment you do, whether it’s listening to him gush about his latest project or simply holding hands in peaceful silence.

You come upon a fork in the path, and the grassy spot between the two diverging trails is covered in tiny bunches of white and yellow flowers. Some might call them weeds, but you’ve always thought they were a sign of nature’s beauty, especially now, when the light from the lamp post is giving them a delicate glow. Your companion follows your gaze, catching sight of the little buds, and plucks a couple from the ground, holding them out to you. “Just like you,” he says, dramatically bringing the other hand to his heart, eyes glinting with mirth, “the light in my darkest of nights.”

“Channn,” you fake whine, blushing at his cheesiness and hiding your head in his shoulder. He takes the opportunity to put the little flowers behind your ear, placing a kiss on your temple and whispering a simple “Thank you for being with me.”

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It’s 1 AM and you’re heading over to Chan, planning to surprise him with some homemade food at the JYP building where he’s been holed up all day. Making your way past the front desk and up to his studio, you knock lightly on the door, his head turning to see you raise your loosely packed bag of food.

“Up for a late-night snack?”

Down in the courtyard, you set out what you brought on one of the round patio tables, Chan sliding into the chair next to you with a blanket draped around him.

“Jjapaguri?!” he exclaims, eyes lighting up at the sight of your huge container of noodles.

“And mochi for dessert,” you answer, incapable of stopping the smile that takes over your face from his little fist shakes of excitement.

He scarfs up the noodles like you knew he would, raving about how good you’ve gotten at making them. You tell him about the class you’ve been working on all day, about how you’re excited for the date the two of you have been planning for the weekend. When it’s time for dessert, you each take your little mochi and hold them up, bringing them together to “toast” like you would champagne glasses. In his other hand, Chan records your tradition on his phone like he always does, saving the short looping video before taking a huge bite into his ice cream.

His mouth is still full when you whisper, “You know what Bin would say about this?” And after a moment of silence for him to swallow…

“You’ll get a stomach ulcer!” you declare in unison, both cackling at your rather poor impressions of Stray Kids’ resident wisdom-giver.

“I’d say these are worth it,” he says, extending the blanket to wrap around you as well.

You smile back, scooching closer to rest your head on his shoulder. “I would too.”

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It’s especially late for Chan to be out, but the boys have the next few days off, so you’re not too worried. A few minutes later, you hear the sound of the door opening and his voice calling your name.

“In here!” you reply, and wait for your boyfriend to find you in the living room.

He comes around the corner of the hallway, and you’re immediately struck by how nice he looks, his loose white button up giving his skin a pretty glow.

“What’s the special occasion?” you ask.

“Oh nothing,” he replies nonchalantly. “Come on, I want to show you something.”

He leads you out into the hallway and to the elevator, punching in the button for the top floor of the dorm. You keep quiet, not wanting to ruin whatever surprise it is he has in store for you. At the top level, he takes you to another tiny staircase that you assume leads to the roof, his hands coming up behind you to cover your eyes as you reach the door at the top.

“Okay, no peeking!”

He guides you out the door into the warm night air and across the roof a little before removing his hands with a “Surprise!”

You open your eyes to see a tiny two-person table adorned with candles and a thin-stemmed vase with flowers. Two plates of food and a bottle of wine are set out, and soft music is playing from somewhere in the background.

“Chris…” you breathe out, almost lost for words.

“I got special permission to bring you up here,” he says, arms snaking around your waist. “So we could have a real late-night date.”

This is the most extravagant, thoughtful, and romantic gesture anyone has ever done for you. “It’s beautiful,” you manage to whisper as he walks you to the table, pulling your chair out for you.

“After you, my love.”

The two of you spend the next few hours on your special date, catching up on everything you’ve been doing and enjoying the serene quiet of the city at this hour. The food is delicious, and you can’t bring yourself to take your eyes off your boyfriend for any longer than a few seconds, absolutely wonderstruck by how lucky you are to be with him.

You’re preparing to head back downstairs when Chan moves his chair closer to you, holding out his phone. “I have a little something for you, Y/n.” He places the phone in your hands and taps the screen, your heart beating in anticipation.

What appears is a video, a montage of photos and videos of the two of you from all of your early morning adventures over the last year. The images are set to a soft instrumental, one that sounds very similar to one he played for you the other night that you mentioned was one of your favorites. And overlaid with the music is Chan’s melodic voice, quietly reciting...

Star light, star bright

First star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might

Have this wish I wish tonight

Some of the pictures you recognize; the obligatory thumbs up selfie you’d taken with the similarly-formed sculpture in Olympic Park just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, the mochi “toast” from your impromptu meal a few weeks ago. But many are ones you’ve never seen before; ones of you. One of you looking out at the sunrise from a grassy spot you stargazed in one night; one of you walking along the river, your form framed against the backdrop of the city lights. You never noticed him taking these photos of you, and there’s something so intimate about having your partner catch glimpses of you no one else has seen, capturing you as a living memory.

As the video comes to a close, you hear Chan’s voice whisper one last line.

You are my wish forever Y/n

Near tears, you wrap him in the tightest embrace you possibly can, his arms circling around you to reciprocate. You’re overwhelmed by the emotion of what it feels like to love a man like him and be loved in return, so you let him hold you for a long while, cherishing every second. When you finally pull back, you take his face in your hands, wanting to make sure he hears what you’re about to say.

“Thank you, Chris. You are my forever wish.”

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Is there really a thumb sculpture in Seoul's Olympic Park? Yes!

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atlafan · 4 years

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And They Were Roommates - Part Two

a/n: I wasn’t quite done with these two, but now I am. I hope you like the second part just as much as the first! Feedback and reblogs are always helpful. (not proofread) part one

Warnings: fluff, smut, a little angst

Words: 8.9K

Harry was a great friend, but he was an even better boyfriend, which, you’re sad to admit, you were a bit surprised about. You wouldn’t classify him as a player when you were in school, but he certainly have a certain amount of girls on rotation. Maybe he had just grown up a bit since then. He was always a gentleman with you anyways, but he had gone into overdrive with it. Doors were being opened for you, he started cooking more, cleaning more, and he’d even started to offer to help with the laundry. He was doing everything and anything just to see you smile. It didn’t take much for him to make you smile before, but still. It was nice to see him putting in some effort.

You were putting in some effort too. It’s not that either of you needed things to feel different, in fact, a lot of things felt the same, but you wanted him to feel the way he was making you feel. So, you offered up more neck rubs, more cuddles on the couch, and you started going to the coffee shop more since he asked you to.

After a date, his favorite joke to make was, “Mine or yours”, since you were going back to the same place. You’d always giggle because it genuinely was funny to you. You’d roll your eyes at him, decide on his bedroom or yours to get cozy in. Usually if you had sex in one bed, you slept in the other. You and Harry weren’t exactly having vanilla sex, so the sheets would get hot from your sweat. It was kind of nice to be able to shuffle across the hall to sleep in a cool bed.

He had no idea sex with another person could feel so good. Having sex with someone he truly cared about, well, the thought alone was enough to make him hard. Harry liked being the one to decide on the positions, but god did he love it when you’d ride him. He loved watching your face as you’d move up and down his cock. He loved looking down between the two of you and seeing the muscles in your stomach clench, or how your thighs would shake around him. You worked so hard for him, not letting him thrust up into you sometimes, sweat dripping down your spine until you both would come. You wanted to be good for him, and he’d tell you that you didn’t need to work so hard because you’d be exhausted after, but in the back of your head there was this fear that he would get bored with you. Harry got bored with people easily, there were only a few friends in his life that he kept around, you being one of them. You were never worried about it before, but now that he knew you in this way you were a little scared.

Sometimes those fears were put to rest when he’d come through the door from work and get his lips on yours immediately. You knew Harry to be a clingy person with the people he liked. In every class you had together in undergrad he had to sit next to you, it was the same now in your graduate courses, of course. If you could have a meal at the dining hall at the same time, he was right next to you, and when you used to come over for a movie he had you sit on the end of the couch so only he could sit next to you. You supposed when you sat back and thought about some of these things he easily could have had feelings for you then. It made you think if you did. Maybe you did, but maybe you didn’t. It didn’t really matter now, though.

You were roughly two weeks into a relationship with someone you had known almost five years, and was your best friend in the world. Other than school, work, and dates, you hadn’t really left your flat. Harry was much more interested in getting to know the parts of you he hadn’t been privy to before. You had yet to tell your friends what was going on, and they were starting to wonder why the two of you were blowing off plans. You told them it was because of school, but you weren’t sure they believed you. Harry said he was picking up a lot of extra shifts at work and that he was too tired to go out. You both knew you’d have to come clean to all of them soon, but you were having too much fun.

“Are you sure we should just be rolling up on him like this?” Niall asks Louis as they make their way into yours and Harry’s complex.

“He’s been working himself to the bone, the lad needs some fun. What are you, nervous to see Y/N?” Louis smirks at him.

“Course not.” Niall shrugs. “That was just a one-time thing between friends.”

“So, if she offered to do it again, you wouldn’t?”

“Well, I-“

They both stop short at the door because they could have sworn they heard moaning. They did. What started out as a simple cuddle on the couch while you and Harry watched a little TV turned into having his head between your legs with his tongue fucking in and out of you.

“Fucking, Christ, Harry.” You groan, and it makes him moan into you. You tug on his hair as your back arches.

“Must be watching a movie.” Louis shrugs and knocks on the door. “Oi, oi! It’s us, mate!”

“Harry!” You gasp and yank his head up. “What are they doing here?!”

“I have no idea!” He licks his lips and wipes the rest off with the back of his hand. “Shit, and you were just about to come too.” He pouts.

“It’s fine…just…” You get up and pull your sweatpants up. “Figure out what they want.”

“Where are you going?”

“I have to pee, is that alright?”

“All my hard work, down the toilet, literally.”

“You’re…such an idiot.” You roll your eyes and walk down the hall to the bathroom.

He groans and tucks himself as to not expose the raging hard on that he was just rutting against the couch. The guys knock again, and he sucks his teeth.

“I’m coming, chill out!” Harry opens the door in a huff. “I’ve neighbors, you know?”

“He lives!” Niall says with a chuckle as he and Louis enter the flat.

“I don’t believe I invited either of you in.” Harry says, crossing his arms.

“What are we, vampires?” Louis scoffs. “Where you been, mate? You need to have some fun, so we thought we’d bring it to you.”

“I’ve been…working a lot.” Harry rubs the back of his neck and looks in the direction of the bathroom, then back to the guys.

“We totally get that.” Niall says in defense. “But you have to make time for other things. Gotta have a balance.”

“Hi, guys.” You say shyly as you come back into the living room.

“Y/N! Hey, how are you?” Louis says.

“I’m good. Um, did you all have plans tonight?”

“No, I would have told you.” Harry says to you. He clears his throat and looks back at the guys. “Look, uh, we’re staying in tonight to work on this research paper. We were just taking a break.” He points with his thumb to the TV. “M’sorry you came all the way over here…I did say I was busy tonight, though.”

“What kind of research paper?” Niall asks.

“It’s for our social behavior class.” You say. “Lot of psychology involved, which neither of us really shine in, so we’re working on it together.”

“Y/N, are you feeling alright?” Louis asks and steps closer to you. “Your face is all flushed, love.” He says softly.

“I’m fine, thank you. Um, I’m gonna go back to my room. It was nice seeing you both, I’m sure we’ll be able to get together soon.” You smile and turn back down the hall to your room.

“You don’t think she feels awkward because of me, do you?” Niall whispers.

“I can assure you, mate, she’s not thought twice about your little bathroom adventure.” Harry says, rolling his eyes. “We really are busy, so, uh…if you wouldn’t mind?”

“Alright.” Louis sighs. “Well, make time for us soon, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Harry nods and watches them both leave. He lets out a puff of air, and then races down to your room. “Okay, where…what are you doing?”

You were sitting at your desk with some papers and highlighters out, along with your laptop.

“Um, we actually do have a research paper for social behavior so…”

“Come on, Y/N, you were so close and-“

“The moment has passed, I’m afraid.” You chuckle. “You can work with me in here if you like.”

“You…you seriously don’t wanna get back to it?”

“Maybe in a little bit. I’ve switched gears, Har.”

“I’ll go get my laptop.” He sighs, clearly annoyed. He returns shortly and plops down on your bed. “Gotta say, this isn’t great for my ego.” He grumbles.

“When have I ever given a fuck about your ego?” You smirk at him. “Think I’m the only girl in your life to not drop to the ground and kiss your feet.”

“You know, you don’t have a problem praising me when I’m deep inside your little cunt.”

“I could easily lay there and not make any noise, would you like that?”

“Are you saying it’s all an act?”

“No.” You shrug. “I’m just saying, I can easily look at you and not make noise if I really wanted to, so, shut up, and do some homework.”

“You’re mean.” He mutters.

“Shouldn’t be news to you, baby.” You say as you turn back to your notes. You didn’t see it, but Harry was smiling at you fondly.

He was the one to use more of the terms of endearment. They just rolled off his tongue better. He was still getting used to you using them, and he loved it.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“These last couple of weeks have been really great, right?”

“Yes, Harry.” Your attention wasn’t fully on him.

“When…uh…when do you think we should tell our friends?” This catches your attention, so you turn to face him again. “I feel weird lying.”

“So do I.” You sigh. “I guess soon. I mean, what are we telling them exactly, that we’re fucking?”

“I hope not because it’s more than that, I mean you’re my girlfriend, aren’t you?”

Your eyebrows raise at that.

“I don’t know, am I?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Is this your way of asking?”

“I just figured it was a given.”

“Why would you figure that? A lot of people wait before putting a label on it.”

“Do you think we’re just fucking?”

“No, I’d say we’re dating.”

“But you don’t think you’re my girlfriend?”

“I never said that.” Your lips curve up in a smile. “Being in a relationship implies that both parties wouldn’t be seeing anyone else. Is that what you want?”

“Obviously.” He mumbles.

“So ask me, then.” You get up from your desk and move to straddle him.

“You’re really gonna make me?”

“Mhm.” You wrap your arms around his neck and grin.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

You giggle and nod as you kiss him. He kisses you back, smiling into it at first. His hands drift to your ass and he gives you a squeeze.

“Wow, Harry Styles with a girlfriend, angels must be crying.” You joke and swats at your bum.

“Be nicer to me.” He whines.

“I’m sitting on you, aren’t I?” You peck his lips again.

“It’s not where I’d like you to be sitting.” He mutters.

“And where would you like me to…no, Harry, I really wanna get some homework done.”

He makes an exasperated noise. He used to do the same thing in undergrad, finding anything to distract the two of you from getting your work done, but usually you could bribe him with coffee or a pastry to get him to focus. You had something much better to bribe him with now, though. You bring your lips to the shell of his ear.

“If you’re good and focus, I’ll ride your face for however long you want me to later.”

“Oh, so you’re done bribing me with cannolis then, I see how it is.” He smirks as you get off of him, and back to your desk chair.

“If that’s what you’d prefer to lick into, I’d be happy to buy one.” You wink and get back to your work.

He laughs, and starts doing his own work. You sit in a comfortable silence, the only sound in the room coming from the buzz of the TV down the hall for whatever show you hadn’t been watching. After an hour or so, you need a break. Your laptop screen was starting to bother your eyes.

“You know…” You say to him and he looks up from his own laptop. “If there’s a night you wanna go hang out with them, it’s perfectly fine. You don’t have to spend all your free time with me, Harry.”

“I know, I just happen to like spending all my free time with you.” He smiles. “I’ve always felt that way.”

You smile and close your laptop. He sets his own down and holds his arms out for you. You crawl on top of him and rest your head on his chest as you nuzzle in. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head.

“I’m really glad we get to do this like this.” He says and you look up at him. “No more having to be overly careful, you know?”

“Yeah.” You smile. “No awkwardness if we accidentally touch something we shouldn’t.”

“Not at all.”

You inch up his body a bit and press your lips to his. And just like that you were off again. He got you naked so fast you barely had time to blink. He had you sitting on his face, riding his tongue for nearly thirty minutes. You came twice, and your chest was heaving. You definitely understood why some of the girls he used to hook up would whine when he wasn’t available. He was really good at this. He’d say things to you while he was down there, but it was muffled. It made you moan still because of the vibrations going right up inside you.

“Jesus, ugh, Harry.” You throw your head back as you feel another orgasm bubbling up inside.

He squeezes your ass and moans into you. You cry out, gripping at your headboard and his hair as he works you through it. You slowly lift yourself off of him with wobbly legs, and lay on your back, out of breath. You look up at him and see he’s licking his lips and smiling.

“I’ve never been with a guy who liked doing that so much.” You say, voice a little hoarse.

“Love it.” He says as he looks at you. “Nothing better than making someone else feel good.”

You hum your response and slide your hand over his apparent bulge. You dip your hand into his sweatpants and palm him over his boxers. His breath hitches when you give him a little squeeze. You shuffle between his legs and pull his clothes off. He opens his legs wider for you, and bring your lips down to his tip. It was like you were suddenly addicted to each other. You weren’t sure if it was unhealthy or if you were just in a honeymoon phase of a new relationship. When you wrap your lips around him and suck you lose all will to care. You look up at him and see his head thrown back, and his hips buck up into your mouth. You choke on him for a moment, and he apologizes in a husky grunt.

“Do it again.” You say to him.

“Excuse me?” He sits up on his elbows.

“You can…like move yourself in and out of my mouth if you want.”

“Go put your hair up.” You nod and grab an elastic from your desk. You put it up in a messy bun, and he grips you by the back of the head. “Just slap my leg if it’s too much, and I’ll stop, okay?”

“Okay.”

Harry was big, but you were getting better at relaxing and letting your throat open up as much as possible for him. You open up wide for him, letting your tongue fall out, and he pushes you down on him. You close your eyes and breathe through your nose as his hips rock against you. He moves your head along with his thrusts. You gag for a moment, but you’re okay. You grip the blankets on either side of his hips, and he takes off. He was moving you fast, and hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. But you were okay. It didn’t hurt, he was still being gentle in a way.

“Christ, I’m gonna fucking come, I wish you could see yourself, Y/N.” He groans. “No one’s ever been as good as you, fuck, oh fuck, babe, I’m-“ He’s cut off by the moan he just couldn’t hold back anymore.

You look up at him, tears rimming your eyes, and slowly slide your mouth up his shift so you don’t make a mess. His mouth hangs open as he watches you swallow his come. You stick your tongue out after to show him it’s all gone, and he yanks you to him to kiss you.

This was how things were for a while. Even with your body so tired from him just using his tongue on you, you wanted more of him. You wanted all of him, and he wanted all of you.

A week or so later, Harry asked Niall and Louis to come to the coffee shop after their work day. Harry tells his supervisor he’s gonna take his fifteen, and sits down with them.

“Hey, thanks for meeting here.” Harry says as he sits down.

“Course.” Louis says. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything fine. Really great, actually. Um, I haven’t been entirely truthful about why I’ve been so busy lately.”

“No shit, let’s hear it.” Niall says.

“I’m…well, I have a girlfriend.” They both widen their eyes at him. “And it’s Y/N.”

“You’re fucking with us.” Louis says.

“No way you pulled the trigger.” Niall says.

“It’s true! Look.” He takes his phone out and shows them a picture of the two of you. You were laughing while he was kissing your cheek.

“Wow, a cheek kiss.” Louis says. “Big fucking deal.”

“You really don’t believe me?” They both shake their heads no. “How can I-“

You walked in right then, and he smiled. He smiled in a way the boys had never really seen before. You sit down with all of them.

“Hey.” You kiss his cheek. “You tell ‘em?”

“Yeah, but they don’t believe me.”

You turn to them and furrow your eyebrows.

“Why don’t you believe him? Does this help?” You were wearing a scarf, so you move it to the side to show the hickey he had left on your neck.

“He said you were his girlfriend, is that true?” Louis asks. “Like, it’s official?”

“Yup.” You say with a smile. “It happened a few weeks ago.” He puts his hand over yours.

“Well, I think it’s great.” Niall says. “I always thought you two would make a good couple.”

“Thanks.” Harry says and raises your hand to his lips. “I gotta get back to work. I’ll get you some decaf, baby.” He gets up and goes back behind the counter.

“Definitely official, called you baby instead of babe.” Louis smirks.

“He’d call me babydoll and stuff.” You shrug.

“How’s it been going so far? Like, how come you both were staying in so much?” Niall asks and you blush.

“Um…well…we were just sort of busy.” You clear your throat. Harry comes back with your coffee and kisses the top of your head.

“Don’t pester her with questions, yeah?”

“Oi, we weren’t.” Louis says. He looks down at the table as you pull your laptop out. “Seems like you have some work to do, and I had a long day myself, so we’ll head out. But we really are happy for you both.” He stands up and so does Niall.

“Yeah, seriously.” Niall smiles. “Have a good night.”

Harry gets back to work, and you set up shop with your books and laptop. It was nice getting work done for school while Harry was behind the counter. Every once in a while you’d glance at each other, or he’d come over to refill your decaf. The walk home later was cold, but you couldn’t find it in you to care since he had his arm around your shoulders.

You told Rachel over lunch one day, and she was absolutely thrilled. She held back from saying it was about time, but you could tell she wanted to say it. Now that all of your immediate friends knew, things wouldn’t be so awkward at Ashley and Kevin’s housewarming party. Okay, it wasn’t a “house” they had gotten a townhome, but still, it was a big step.

“Ugh, m’all bloated.” You groan as you zip up your black jeans.

“Why don’t you wear leggings?” Harry asks from his room as he finishes up getting dressed.

“Because I wanna look adult.” You pout.

“Just because they’re two years older than us doesn’t mean they’re any more mature.” He smirks as he stands in your doorway. “You look cute.”

“Thanks.” You sigh and grab your coat. “Let me just stock my purse up with some extra tampons, you can never be too careful.”

He nods and goes to wait by the front door. Harry was no stranger to your period. He was actually really cool about it from the second you moved in. Your pads and tampons were out on the sink counter in this cute jar he had gotten you because he wanted you to feel comfortable. You did, however, have a conversation with him recently that you didn’t like having sex on your period, and not because it was gross, you didn’t really care about that. The times you had done it you were too worried about making a mess to enjoy it, so you told him the store was closed for the week, and he respected that.

Once you were ready, he takes your hand and your fingers stay intertwined for the entire cab ride to Ashley and Kevin’s. There would be other friends at the party, of course, but the people that knew would be there and it would be fine. Even though Rachel was tickled pink about the two of you, she was sort of shocked to see how affectionate you both were being in front of everyone. Normally at parties you two would stand close to each other, maybe your shoulder would be pressed to his arm, but that was it. This time around his arm was around your shoulders, and he’s lean down to kiss your temple, or his hand would move to rub your back.

Ashley and Kevin were making their way around the room, mingling and saying hello. Ashley’s jaw just about drops when she sees you peck Harry’s lips while refilling your small plates with appetizers.

“Hold up.” She says as she comes over to you both. “What’s going on here?” She was smiling ear to ear. “You weren’t like this at my wedding. Did something that happen that night?!”

“No…but like a week later something happened.” You say, also smiling. “We’re together now.”

“Oh, that’s amazing!” She hugs you both. “I’m so happy for you. I need to hear this story. Kev! Get over here, you’re not gonna believe this. Harry and Y/N are dating!”

“No shit, good for you guys.”

“So, how’d it happen?” She asks again giddily.

“Um, well…” He looks at you. He couldn’t very well say you had taken photos for your Only Fans. “We were just chatting about something, and I sort of blurted out that I wouldn’t mind being more than friends, and um, she felt the same way. Not much more to it than that.” He shrugs.

“Well, did you kiss at least?” Ashley laughs.

“Yes.” You say, giggling. “We kissed, and then some.” You roll your eyes at yourself. “We barely left our flat for three weeks!” You all laugh. Everyone was a tad tipsy from the drinks Ashley and Kevin provided.

You had similar conversations with friends for most of the night. The only time you left Harry’s side was to use the bathroom. When you come back you see him chatting with Nadine, and you frown. They had hooked up back in the day, on several occasions. It didn’t bother you then, but it’s bothering you now. You take a deep breath, and walk confidentially back over to him. You hook your arm right around his waist, and he smiles down at you.

“Hey, Nadine.” You say.

“Hey, Y/N.”

She didn’t like you much either. You were the girl Harry always had to get to or go see. You were the reason he never spent the whole night, and you were the reason she never got to spend the night at his place. You annoyed her to no end.

“Did Harry give you the good news? We’re dating.” You grin.

“I was, um, just getting to that.” He blushes.

“You don’t say?” There was fake delight laced in her words. “Well, good for you two.”

“Yeah, it’s been great, fantastic really.” You take a sip of your drink. “What about you, seeing anyone special?”

“Not at the moment.” The eye contact between you two was intense, and Harry could feel the tension.

“Right, well, it’s getting late, don’t you think?” He says to you. “Might be good to start drinking some water and then head out.”

You nod at him as he slips away to go get some water.

“So, what made you finally decide to hop on his dick, hm? It’s big, isn’t it?” Nadine smirks at you.

“He told me he liked me, wanted to date me, and fuck me. He really made the first move, not me. It was sweet, actually. And yeah, it is big. How nice of you to remember.” You give her a fake smile and she scoffs.

“You think you’re so special, but you’re not. He’ll get bored with you, Y/N. Why do you think he had so many girls on rotation in school? He doesn’t like fucking the same person over and over.”

“Are you sure about that? Because he tells me all the time that he can’t get enough of me. He’s not douchebag anymore, he’s grown up a lot. I don’t need to defend him or myself to you, but just know you’re dead wrong.” She had said your biggest fear to your face, but as she said it you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to laugh. He could never be bored of you.

“Here.” He says, handing you a water bottle. “It was nice seeing you Nadie. Y/N, come on, our cab’ll be here soon.”

“Nadie.” You scoff under your breath as he leads you out to say goodbye to your other friends.

“Are you mad that she and I were catching up?” He says to you in the back of the cab.

“No, why would I be?”

“Because you’re sitting there with your arms crossed. Think there’s actual steam coming out of you.” He places a finger on your shoulder. “Ow! Scalding hot.”

You look at him slowly, and you can’t help the chuckle that escapes you.

“Idiot.”

“Come on, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing! I just…I don’t know I suddenly remembered that I don’t like her very much, and she sure as shit doesn’t like me.”

“She doesn’t like you because she knows all she ever was to me was a quick fuck, and you were my best friend. She wanted more, I didn’t, case closed.”

“Well, she needs to get over it. There’s no need for her to be nasty towards me.”

“To be fair, you did sort of come over to us like you were claiming your territory.”

“I was.”

“Y/N.” Harry sighs.

“You’re the only one allowed to be jealous?”

“No.” He runs a hand through his hair. “You just…you know, you have nothing to worry about.”

You look at him wide eyed like a puppy. You nod and rest your head on his shoulder for the rest of the cab ride. Once you’re inside and changed, you both go to his room to sleep. He cuddled you nice and close all night, squeezing out any worry you may have had.

“It’s shit.” He says to you while working in the library.

“It’s not shit.”

“It is, though. I’m shit at lesson plans, and therefore it’s shit.”

“Harry, I actually really like what you’ve put together. It’s different, and you’re clearly using the multiple intelligences theory here, which is good.” Your eyes scan things over. Harry was hoping to be a year eight English teacher.

“It’s just so hard to keep their attention at that age, so I’m just trying to think of different things, you know?”

“I can see that.” You set the paper down. “This is really good. This is a great UbD.”

“The professor showed us different ways to set the courses up, but I like the UbD the best because I feel like I’m able to flesh out my ideas better.”

“I do the same exact thing, see.” You turn your laptop around to show him. “I’d be lost without it.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“You’re gonna be a great teacher, Harry, give yourself some credit.”

“I wish we could student teach again. I feel like I was getting the hang of it, and now we don’t get to do it again until after we graduate.” He sighs.

“I know, it’s frustrating. We’ll get there, though.” You reach across the table and take his hand in yours. “Maybe we’ll even end up in the same school district.”

“We could end up at the same school if someone didn’t need to teach at the high school level.”

“You’re the one choosing to work with twelve-year-old!” You scoff. “Disgusting. You’re gonna be talking to them more about B.O. than English.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll take that over some sarcastic too cool for school teens any day.” He smirks.

“Let’s just agree that we both have different strengths for dealing with different age groups of students.” You say.

“Deal.” He looks at you as you turn your laptop back to yourself. “Do you feel like going out for dinner tonight? We could get some curry.”

“I’d like that.” You smile. You watch as he scan over his lesson plan again, a smile creeping onto his face. He was gaga over you, and it felt nice.

After two months, you both decided to tell your families you were dating. Your parents thought you had lied about even being friends with Harry just so they’d be cool about you moving in with him, but you assured them that wasn’t case. Once they calmed down, they were actually really happy for you. They never had any issues with Harry. Harry’s family was overjoyed because they always liked you too. Everything was working out well…until Harry got mad at you.

You had fought plenty of times as friends. It happened when you were around the same person so much, but usually you could smooth it over by watching Dirty Dancing and having some drinks. You weren’t sure why that particular movie always cheered you both up and brought you back together, but it did. This time, however, he wasn’t having it. Even when you set up the living room all nice.

“You’re seriously still giving me the silent treatment?” You ask him as he walks right by the living room and into his bedroom. “Harry, I don’t even know what I did!”

“Exactly!” He finally shouts at you. “You can be so self-absorbed sometimes!”

“Me?! I’m self-absorbed?!”

“Yeah, you!” He huffs. “You really don’t know why I’m upset?”

“Obviously not!”

“Christ! Fine, you wanna know? Come with me.” He grabs your wrist and yanks you into the kitchen. “I worked three doubles in a row, barely have been here to use anything in this kitchen, however, the sink is full of dishes, the dishwasher needs to be run, and the trash is about ready to overflow. If you’re not at school, you’re home doing nothing! It pisses me off to walk through the door and see a mess like this! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be so messy in all the time I’ve known you, Y/N! And I shouldn’t have to take care of it, I didn’t make the mess!”

“So you just passive aggressively-“

“Don’t even start, I shouldn’t have to ask you to-“

“Don’t start?! Harry, I’m the one that scrubs down the bathroom, I’m the one that does laundry for the both of us, and-“

“Yeah, because you have the time to do it! You don’t have a real fucking job that leaves you feeling exhausted!” Your jaw drops at that. “Don’t look at me like that. What you do requires no real skill or talent. Anyone can take pictures and sell them on the internet, Y/N. You’re too fucking lazy to do anything else.”

“I…I can’t believe what’s coming out of your mouth right now.” You huff as you start to run the water for the sink.

“Oh, so now you’re cleaning up?!”

“Shut up, Harry!” You seethe as you start scrubbing the dishes. You throw a pod into the dishwasher and let it run. “I knew it bothered you that I had an Only Fans, it was only a matter of time before-“

“It doesn’t bother me that you have one, what bothers me is that you act like it’s back breaking labor when it’s not! You get paid thousands of dollars for what? A picture of you sucking on a lollypop? Big fucking deal!”

“Get away from me.” You say as you continue to wash the dishes and put them in the strainer aggressively.

“You’re gonna break the plates if you do it like that.” He grabs a towel to start drying them.

“Stop! Just stop! Go take a shower or something, I don’t wanna be around you right now. All I did was neglect a few dirty dishes, and you’re acting like it’s the end of the fucking world.” You shake your head. “I’m sorry you don’t think I have a real job. Should I make it real? Should I make it more labor intensive? Maybe I’ll start taking my clothes off and doing lives where I fuck myself, would you prefer that?”

He doesn’t say anything because he knows if he does he’ll be wrong. Maybe he was wrong for blowing up at you, and bringing what you do into this, but he was pissed. He felt disrespected. He busts his ass to live comfortably and to afford school, and there you are a photo here, a video there, and two grand later you’re good to go for a few weeks. Personally, he wouldn’t want you exposing yourself like that on the internet, and he knew you’d never do it, you were way too shy. But if it was something you really wanted to do to make more money, what could he say? He had to support you.

“Do what you want, just pick up after yourself.” He says and walks away.

You sigh heavily and clean up the rest of the kitchen. You did feel bad for neglecting things, you felt awful, actually. You hadn’t even realized how much of a mess you had made. It really wasn’t fair to him. He does a lot of other chores around the flat on top of everything else, you had no excuse. And maybe you didn’t ‘work’ everyday, but you understood his point. He said some things that really weren’t okay, but unfortunately that was Harry when he got to that point of overworked and tired. You just usually weren’t the one to get the brunt of it.

Once the kitchen is spotless, and you’ve taken the trash out, you creep down the hall and stand in front of his open door. He was laying in bed, on top of his covers, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey.” You say softly. “I cleaned everything up. I’ll…I’ll try to be better about not letting things pile up, I’m sorry.” He looks at you now.

“S’okay.”

“That being said…don’t yell at me like that again. You…you said some hurtful things, and I didn’t like it.”

“I did.” He nods. “And I feel terrible, I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“No, I’m sorry.” You shake your head.

“No, I’m sorry.” He sits up. “What you do is a real job, I-“

“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore if that’s alright.” Your bottom lip quivers. “Can I come in?”

“Of course, baby.”

You pad into his room and knee onto his bed. He lays back down so you can lay on top of him. He rubs your back as you nestle into his chest. You give him little kisses and he sighs. You look up at him and pout.

“I don’t like it when you’re upset with me, I never have.”

“That’s because it happens so rarely.” He smooths some hair away from your face. “Usually I’m the one to make you mad.” He smirks.

“Only because you’re such a brat.” You pout again. “But I guess this time around it was me being the brat.”

“I wouldn’t call you a brat, babe. I didn’t even think dirty dishes would bother me that much. I feel like I know how my mum felt coming home from work and getting mad when we didn’t pull the chicken out of the freezer.” He chuckles. “I really am sorry about what I said to you, I won’t talk to you like that again, no matter how angry I am.”

“How about you talk to me before you even reach that level of anger?”

“Deal.” He smiles and you lean in to kiss him. “You set the movie up, let’s go watch.”

“After.” You shake your head and kiss his neck.

He wraps his arms around you tighter as you mouth at his soft skin. He gets goosebumps from your hands running up and down his bare chest. He rolls the both of you over, and presses his lips to yours. His tongue slides along your bottom lip, and you open up for him. His tongue molds to yours, and he moves to bite and suck on your bottom lip. You moan softly as he does so, and he hooks his fingers into your sweatpants. You lift your hips to help him get them off. He brings your underwear with them, and slides his fingers teasingly through your folds. Your hand goes to the back of his neck to keep his lips on yours as he rubs around your slit. One of your hands dips down to slide inside his sweatpants, and you wrap your hand around his length. He grunts, and slips his middle finger inside you. You pump him slowly as he works his finger in and out of you.

“More, Harry.” You grit your teeth, and he does as you say, adding another finger inside you. He curls them up, and pets against your front wall. “Shit.” Your breath hitches, and he moves further down to get his tongue on your clit while he pumps his fingers in and out of you, thus letting go of his hard dick. “I wanna touch you too.” You whine.

His eyes flick up to yours and he smirks. You watch as he kitten licks your clit, not giving a shit about what you just said. He sucks on your clit harshly and you gasp, gripping at his blankets. He goes back to flicking his tongue back and forth on the small bundle while his fingers rub against your g-spot. You start squirming underneath him, but he holds you in place. Your breathing was getting heavier, and you could feel the beginning of your orgasm approaching already.

“H-Harry, oh my god, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, fuck!” All of the air leaves your lungs as you come to your release. He pumps his fingers inside you still, not letting up, prolonging things for you. “Jesus Christ.” You breathe once he pulls away. You watch as he gets his sweatpants off, and sits up against the headboard.

“C’mere.” He says softly.

“Want me on top, baby?”

“Yeah.” He smiles.

You get on top of him, give his cock a few pumps, and then sink down on him. You both sigh with relief, and sit there for a moment. He tugs your shirt off and kisses between your breasts as you move your hips in slow circles on him. His tongue swirls around one of your nipples and then he sucks on it. One of your hands grips his hair, and the other is on his shoulder. His hands move to your hips, and he starts moving you on him. You use your knees to help yourself move up and down as he thrusts up into you.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He moans and you lean down to kiss him. He feels like he could burst now, but he holds back. He expectantly moves you so you’re on your back once again.

“Thought you want me on top?”

“I did…but I don’t wanna come yet.” He pecks your lips and grabs both of your hands, resting them on the pillow on either side of your head. His fingers intertwining with yours. He pulls out almost all the way, and snaps his hips hard back into you.

“Oof!” You gasp and look at him. “Do that again.”

His lips move to your neck as he pounds into you over and over. It wasn’t difficult for him to make you come again, and with the way you were squeezing his hands, and with how you were clenching around his cock, it was a wonder he hung on for how long he did. He comes inside you, painting your walls and filling you up. He kisses your forehead and gives you three quick kisses to your lips before pulling out. He rests his head on your chest, and you play with his damp curls.

“Could we just watch the movie in your bed?” He breathes. “I think that’ll be cozier.”

“Great idea.” You kiss the top of his head. “So…we’re good?”

“Yeah, babe.” He looks up at you. “We’re good.”

After you’ve both cleaned up, you grab your laptop and get comfy in bed with Harry and Dirty Dancing. Like always, once Hungry Eyes starts playing, you both start singing. You giggle and feel even better once it’s over. You stay cuddled to him and he rubs your back soothingly. He tugs your leg up over waist and he sighs.

“Is this more comfortable?” You giggle.

“Mhm.” He hums as his eyes flutter closed. You lean up to kiss his cheek.

“Goodnight, Harry.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

First year of grad school down, only one more to go. It was finally summer, and you could relax for a little bit. With classes over it also meant you could do the spring cleaning you neglected to do. Usually you’d go through your clothes once a season to make room for new things, and to donate what you didn’t wear anymore.

“Who gave you the right to be so fucking sexy?” You hear Harry say from behind you in your doorway. You turn to look at him. You look down at yourself. You were wearing a pair of mesh shorts, a tee shirt that had grease stains on it, and your hair was up in a greasy bun.

“Um…sure you’re talking to me?” You chuckle.

“Mhm, when did you take this one?” He turns his phone around and you blush.

You had done a photoshoot recently when Harry worked a double shift. You wore a hot pink short-sleeve crop top and a pair of black lace panties. A lot of the shots were from above, licking a lollypop, to mimic you sucking a dick.

“Like…last week, I think.” Your face was beat red. “I posted them yesterday.”

“I can see that.”

“Harry…you paid fifty dollars for a photo I could have just easily shown you?”

“Wouldn’t be very fair, would it?”

“You give me free food and coffee from the coffee shop all the time.”

“True. Just think of it as me supporting a small local business, yeah? You really do look gorgeous in this.” You make a funny face at him. “I was just looking at your comments and I saw you posted new stuff, okay?”

“Do you ever leave comments?”

“No.” He mutters. “It be too obvious.” He comes in and sits on your bed. “What are you doing in here, anyways?”

“Going through my clothes to see what I can donate.” You watch him look around your space. “What?”

“Whose bed is comfier, mine or yours?”

“Mine.”

“Whose room is bigger?”

“Yours.” You furrow your brows. “What are you cooking up there?”

“I…well…we’ve been sleeping together almost every night now, and we’ve been together for, like, five months…do you wanna just consolidate?”

“Harry.” You grin and come over to straddle him. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

“You’re an idiot.” He rolls his eyes and you laugh. “Doesn’t it make sense? We could leave this room as a guest room, or sell my bed and put both of our desks in here as like an office.”

“Could I keep using this closet as my own? We both have so much shit.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay!” You nearly squeal as you hug him. “Let’s do it!”

“Really, you’re into it?”

“We share every other space, why not the bedroom?”

After taking a couple of weeks to rearrange things, Harry’s bedroom soon became your shared bedroom. When you could, you took some long weekends with him to travel and go on small trips. You met up with Louis and Niall at the clubs when you could, and it was always fun. You felt bad sometimes because Harry could over do it with the PDA, especially if he was really sloshed, but the guys didn’t seem to mind. They’d usually get up from the booth to go meet people anyways. Not that Harry noticed because he was too busy keeping his tongue in your mouth. Like tonight.

“Mm, Harry!” You pant and push on his chest. “Let me breathe, yeah?”

“Sorry.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Where’d they go?”

“Probably to go find someone to make out with so they wouldn’t feel so left out.”

“I can’t help it, you’re intoxicating, Y/N.” He noses your cheek and goes to your neck to suck on it. You groan and tug on his hair.

You cling to him as he sucks a fresh mark into your neck. He had one hand on the back of your head, and the other was squeezing your hip. He tugs you onto his lap as discretely as he can, and you roll your hips down onto him. You whimper when you feel his bulge.

“M’not fucking you in the bathroom.” You grunt.

“Wasn’t going to ask you to.” He says into your ear. He shifts you onto one of his thighs. “Don’t really need to go in there to get you off, do I?’ You feel him smirk against you.

“Jesus.” You say and rock back and forth on his thigh. “You better fully take care of me when I get home, this is just going to rile me up.”

“Wouldn’t dream of leaving you hanging, babydoll.”

You groan again at the term of endearment, and kiss him. He moves his leg up so there’s a little more pressure for you. You hide your face in his neck to muffle any noise you make, not that anyone could hear you over the blaring music. Harry looks around briefly to make sure no one was watching, and they weren’t. Everyone was in their own little world, thank god. He loved it when you’d get like this for him. He’d start out as the needy one, and then it would become you who was needy for him.

“Harry.” You gasp when you feel yourself just about there. “Shit.” You cry out into his neck as you come undone. He moves his thigh from side to side to really help you ride it out. You move to look at him and he giggles when he sees your smudged make up.

“Poor thing.” He uses his thumbs to wipe under your eyes.

“Does it look bad?”

“Nah, you’re fine.” He pecks your nose. “Wanna go home?”

“Yeah, I wanna get these jeans off.”

“Mm, me too.”

You suck your teeth and roll your eyes as you climb off of him. You find Niall and Louis to say goodbye, and out the door you go. Your leg was bouncing the entire cab ride back. You were excited to see what Harry had in store for you. Needless to say, he didn’t leave you hanging.

Another year of grad school down. It was a year filled with love, a few fights, and a lot of making up. Living together the way you were was still working out great. Both of your families were extremely proud of you on your commencement day. There was just a tough decision you each had to make. You couldn’t find jobs in the same school district at this time, and neither of you wanted to compromise on the year you were teaching.

You each got a couple of job offers in various places. Some closer to each other than others. You couldn’t stop yourself from daydreaming about working at the same place, though. All of the kids would know you and Harry were together, and it was just be the cutest thing ever.

“Hey, look at this. These two schools are only an hour from each other.” He says as you both look over the paperwork for offers. “We could find a flat at a halfway point to live in. We’d still be relatively close to where we are now, so we’d still see our friends. Probably make some new ones.”

“You hate making new friends.” You smirk and use your laptop to look up flats at a halfway point. “I suppose we could make this work…although, I’m really gonna miss this place. It’s like our little love nest.” You pout at him.

“Any place we live will be our love nest, babe, don’t worry.”

“So, now that you have a graduate degree you’re not gonna drop me for someone else?” You joke and he rolls his eyes.

“I should be worried about you doing that. Bet you’ll meet a nice guy at whatever school you’re working at and he’ll try to sweep you off your feet.”

“I don’t quite think so. I’ll probably end up gushing about my boyfriend too much.”

“Shame, if only there was something you could wear so everyone would automatically know you were taken.” He gets up from his seat as you continue to scroll on your laptop.

“Mhm, yeah, if only.”

“Y/N, turn the fuck around, would you?”

You huff and does he says. Your eyes widen when you see him down on one need with a velvet box in his hand.

“Are you serious?” Your eyes start to water.

“Been together nearly two years, known you for nearly seven. You’re my person, Y/N, I don’t wanna be with anyone else.”

“I…I don’t wanna be with anyone else either, Harry.”

“Alright, so…” He opens up the box and you smile at the cutest little ring.

“Once, uh, once I’ve been working a real job for a few years, and we have a wedding paid for, you know if you say yes, we can go to a jewelry store and gets a large diamond, you know, if you want.”

“Oh, Harry…it’s perfect.” You giggle and stick your left hand out.

“You’re really saying yes?!”

“Yes, you idiot, slide it on!”

He beams at you and slides the ring onto your finger. It’s a perfect fit. He stands up and pulls you into his arms. You kiss him over and over. You couldn’t believe it. You start laughing into his chest hysterically.

“What’s so funny, hm?”

“Nothing, it’s just…after we graduated from undergrad…Jenna had asked me to split a flat with her, and I had been mulling it over until you asked me to live with you, and…and if I had said yes to her and not you, I…well…who knows what we’d be right now.”

“Funny how things just work out the way they’re supposed to, huh?”

“Yeah, hilarious.” You throw your arms around his neck to hug him again. Harry was full of surprises, but this had to be the best one yet.

a/n: if you’re able, please consider buying me a coffee, love you all lots, thank you!!

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Hi!! Can you do another request for Charlie Gillespie? Can it be the 5 times he tries to propose and the one time he actually does? Thank you!!

Fifth Time Works A Charm - Charlie Gillespie

a/n: I loved writing this, especially because I’m procastinating to write the next Chapter for my Luke ff. I hope you like it as much as I do.

Requests are open!

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He knew from the moment he kissed you goodnight on your second date that you were the one he was gonna marry one day. He loved the way you always complained about back pain, yet you never sat normally in any chair and the way you still paid attention to him when he talked about a topic you had no clue on. The spark in your eyes and the curve of your lips when you laughed at one of his awful jokes. Every Morning he woke up next to you was a good one and he loved you more and more everyday. He was totally and completely whipped for you that wasn't the hard part, finding the right moment to propose was.

The two of you were on vacation in Hawaii at the same resort the two of you accidentally met a couple years ago and learned that you actually only lived 30 minutes away from each other. You were laying on the beach, the soft towel brushing your skin slightly, a big sun hat shielding your eyes and face from the hot sun.

Cold drops of water hit your exposed stomach “Baby look, the water is so nice!” more water hit your warm skin. Screeching you sat up and saw your boyfriend standing over you, with a big smile while he wrenched out his hair, letting all the cold water hit you.

“It's cold.” you giggled. “And you're warm!” He dropped on top of you, instantly cooling you down with his cold skin. You tried to protest but he was faster and stronger than you are. Putting his elbows around your face, he lifted some weight off of your chest then he stared at you.

“Hmm? What are you staring at me for?” you asked, amusement evident in your voice. “You just look very beautiful right now. You look relaxed.”

Blushing, you cupped one of his cheeks and responded “Thank you handsome. I am relaxed, really needed this getaway.” He smiled and leaned down a bit to kiss your forehead, your nose and then your lips. You savoured the saltines that lingered on your lips for a second longer before he pulled away. He got off of you and rested on his own towel.

Sitting up a bit more, you pulled out your book and read for a bit, when suddenly something made your toe wiggle. Looking over the border of the book, you noticed that Charlie wanted your attention. You looked at him for a moment, taking in his small smile.

“I have something planned for tonight.” He said and buried your foot in the sand. “Yeah? Care to tell me what it is?”

“Nope that's gonna be a surprise! Let's get back to the room and get ready.”

He told you to get dressed casually yet fancy so you wore your hair up in a bun, light makeup with a bold red lip and a flowy maxi dress. You were sitting on the hotel bed when you heard someone vomiting.

“Babe? You okay?” you questioned and walked to the bathroom door. “Did you eat something weird?” the door opened and you were faced with a pale Charlie. “Oh baby.” a small frown sat on your face when you saw him. “Let's stay in. We can do your surprise tomorrow when you feel better, okay?” Pouting, he shook his head “No. I feel fine, let's go.” he went to grab your hand but you took a small step back.

“Charlie, you're sick. There's no harm in staying in today. Health first, adventures second okay?” His shoulders dropped in defeat, there was no way he could convince you to still go out, so he nodded and followed you back to the bed. But before, in a second that you went to grab a water bottle, he pulled a small black box from his pockets and stuffed it back into his suitcase.

Unfortunately he was sick for the rest of your trip.

You and your boyfriend Charlie were chilling on the couch in the living room. Charlie was responding to some emails while you scrolled through instagram. The radio was on in the background, filling the room with soft music. It was late evening and you put some candles on and turned up your little lights that were scattered all over the place to make it cozy.

Your ears picked up the familiar tune of ‘It's been a long long time by Harry James’ and a big smile spread on your lips. You jumped up, throwing your phone somewhere on the couch and started pulling on Charlie's arm. “Dance with me.”

“Baby I’m working.” he said with a grin, already closing his laptop.

“Please just dance to this song. It's our song babe! Then I won't annoy you the whole day.” you pleaded, jumping from one foot to the other, while still pulling on his arm.

“Okay. Just this song. I know how much you love it.” He stood up, his arms finding your waist as you interlaced your hands behind his back. Your manicured fingers immediately start playing with his longer hair. The two of you swayed to the music, he was humming along to the music, while you closed your eyes. He dipped you, waking you laugh. Then you twirled him around your arm. The song came to your favorite part and you wholeheartedly sang along, beaming up at your boyfriend.

‘Kiss me once’ You gave him a kiss on the shoulder and he kissed the top of your head, pulling you closer into his chest.

‘Then, kiss me twice’ You stood on your tiptoes and kissed his forehead and the tip of his nose.

‘Then, kiss me once again’ finally you kissed his lips. Charlie hummed in approval, tightening his grip on your waist.

Slowly the song came to an end when your phone started to ring. Charlie looked at your expectantly, waiting for you to pick it up.

“If it's important they'll call again.” you muttered with your face pressed against his shoulder. Sadly for you both a second later it began to ring again. Groaning the two of you left your little bubble as you picked up your phone.

“Oh hi grandma. How have you been?” You excused yourself with a swift kiss on his cheek and left the living room, leaving behind a lonely boyfriend.

“We got a special request to play this song today.” The radio host announced “I hope she said yes man!”

You just finished your last exam of the last semester of college. You were done. Finished. Now you only have to wait and see if you're actually gonna graduate or if you have to repeat the semester. Still, you felt like celebrating. Charlie had interview after interview scheduled for today so you didn't tell him right of the bat. You spent the day doing some mundane household tasks and grocery shopping. The moment your boyfriend was finished for the day, he ran out of your office to search for you.

You laid on the couch, watching a new netflix series when you heard footsteps approach. “You’ve done it baby!” he pulled you off the couch and twirled you around. Giggling you answered “I haven't graduated yet.”

“And? You will, I'm sure of it because I have the smartest girlfriend in the world and she just finished her last test. This needs celebration!” he left small kisses all over your face.

Due to the pandemic, you had to stay in the appartement to party. You didn't care though. Charlie ordered something from your favourite italian place and you pulled out the wine from your kitchen cabinet. Somehow the food took ages to arrive and to pass the time you decided to open the bottle.

Wine always had an interesting effect on the two of you, especially on an empty stomach. Charlie got very needy and you always blacked out during the night (He does too but he won't admit it). But the one thing both of you had in common was the touchyness. It wasn't like you two were not always touching when you were sober, it was just that wine drunk Charlie and you took it to a whole other level. By the time you were on your third glass, you wondered if Charlie even ordered the food.

“Could I have this dance with you ma lady?” Charlie held out his hand and bowled a little. You put down your now fifth glass of wine and stood up, taking his hand in yours.

“Oh, yes of course.” This dance was different from the dance you had a couple of nights ago. It was more of a makeout session than a dance. At some point he picked you up, so your legs were wrapped around his torso, yet he still swayed to the non existing music.

“I love you.” You murmured against his lips.

“I love you more.” he said and pulled away slightly.

“No way that's possible.”

“Oh really?” he raised his eyebrow.

“Marry me then.” he whispered looking you in the eyes with a spark in his.

“Yes! I do!” You slurred and kissed him harshly. A smile spreading on both of your lips.

You woke up the next morning with an aching headache and practically no memory of the evening before. You turned over to see Charlie sleeping next to you. You slowly traced the outline of his face. He opened his eyes and smiled at you.

“Hi” he croaked out in his morning voice that still made butterflies rise in your stomach. “Hey. How much do you remember?” You asked him sheepishly. He pulled you in with his arms, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Not much to be honest and i'm guessing you don’t either?” You only shook your head.

“I remember that our food somehow didn't arrive.”

Next time Charlie should really read the text of the restaurant he orders from, because there was a perfectly cooked meal waiting in front of your door.

Charlie missed his best friend and you knew this. So you arranged a little get together with Owen and Jeremy at Owen’s new apartment. Your plan was to drive down from Canada, make a quick weekend stop at Owens and then make your way to your apartment in LA.

Currently it was a monday morning and you were still at Owens. His guest bed was just so comfortable it was harder than normal to get out of bed. On this particular morning, you woke up to an empty side of the bed and some talking from the living room.

Lazily, you put on one of Charlie's hoodies, some cozy socks and a beany. You shuffled to the living room where you assumed the boys would be sitting, not realising that you interrupted a conversation.

“I don't know man. Everytime I have something planned it goes wrong.”

“Look Char, In my experience the chance will… morning y/n.” Jeremy was quick to notice your figure shuffling towards them, your eyes scanning your phone. The boys tensed up and quickly tried to do a normal activity.

“Morning everybody.” You smiled at them. “Am I the last to be up?” you asked and only got noods in return. Still too sleepy to notice the atmosphere, you made your way over to your boyfriend, who was standing at the kitchen aisle, wrapping your arms around him from behind and nuzzling your head into his back. Your hands instantly go under his hoodie and on his bare skin to warm your hands.

“Kofe…” you mumbled into his back, barely audible.

“What?” Owen asked, confused while he sat on the kitchen counter, eating a toast.

“She wants some coffee.” Your boyfriend translated with a smile.

“Oh.. I just used the last capsule... I’m so sorry” Jeremy apologized and offered you the last sip of his cup of coffee.

“I’m fine, I'll survive thank you though Jer.” You yawned, releasing yourself from cuddling Charlie, knowing you're not gonna be fully awake without a cup of coffee. Your boyfriend also knew this and eyed you closely, then he leaned over to whisper in your ear that he's gonna get you a coffee after his workout. He looked at you lovingly and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Jesus Christ man, you're whipped. Just ask her.” Owen said while rolling his eyes. The second the last words left his lips all the boys looked at eachother with wide eyes. Owen went to cover his mouth with his hands.

“Ask me what?” You asked in a soft tone and turned to your boyfriend who had a really panicked look on his face.

“I- I-uhm…” he stuttered, fiddling with his fingers.

“Charlie here wanted to ask you if you would mind staying one more day.” Jeremy came to the rescue and sent Owen a mad look, while he pulled one of his arms over Charlie's shoulder, who gave him a thankful nudge.

Your face softened “Of course bubby! If it's okay with Owen it's okay with me, we have no hurry to head to LA. I love spending time here. Gotta teach Owen a few tips and tricks of living alone.” you sent a wink in the blonde boys direction.

At this point Charlie nearly gave up on asking you to marry him, maybe it was a sign from the universe that the two of you weren’t ready for that commitment yet. You were both still so young and just started with your careers.

He looked over at your mess of curls that spread all over the pillow case. The peaceful up and down from your chest and the small smile on your slightly opened lips as you slept. He had to ask you to marry him, there was no way he wouldn't.

The sunlight peeked through the curtains and illuminated the bedroom on this sunday morning in a pretty yellow. You opened your eyes as you heard something shift beside you.

“Where are you going?” You asked, squinting your eyes that still needed to get used to the light.

“Just for a walk baby. Go back to sleep.” He pushed some hairs back that touched your face. Pouting, you put your much smaller hand on his hand that laid on your face.

“Noo. Don't go. Come back to bed.” you whined, leaving kisses on his hand. He sat there for a while, contemplating if he could say no to your face. In the end he sighed and you felt the mattress next to you go down.

“Thank you for staying.” you whispered and pulled him closer, letting your head rest on his chest. His arms wrapped around you and he shifted in a comfortable position, so that you were basically laying on top of him. With the tip of your fingers you drew little constellations on his chest and he played with the strands of your hair.

“Charlie?” You broke the silence and went to look at his face, propping your chin on your hand.

“What's on your pretty mind?”

“When will you ask me to marry you? Or should I ask you?” You finally asked the questions that have been running through your mind for months now.

He stopped breathing for a second, stunned at your declaration. A wide smile broke out on his lips and he started laughing. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Is that such a funny concept?” You asked, slightly hurt. “I thought you wanted to do it in Hawaii but then you were sick and I also heard you and the boys talking about something. Plus I found the ring.” you admitted.

Charlie shifted again so you were both sitting up and facing each other. “You found the ring?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah I put some of your stuff into the drawer and it fell out. I didn't look at it though! I still wanted that part to be a surprise. But you never asked, so im gonna do it, fuck the gender norms. Charlie Jeffrey Gillespie will you...”

“Oh my god. Baby no.” he chuckled and cupped your face, making you stop in the middle of the sentence. “I had so many different ideas planned but something always came in between me actually asking you. So let me do it right.”

He got up from the bed and pulled out the little black box from one of the drawers in your bedroom.

“Uhm… could you maybe stand up?”

You obliged eagerly, your hands shaking like crazy.

And then it was finally happening. Your boyfriend got down on one knee and looked up at you with tears in his eyes.

“This wasn't at all how I originally wanted to do it but now thinking about it, it's just perfect. I knew pretty early on that you were gonna be the girl I marry one day. I know we’re both still very young but I couldn't imagine myself spending my life with anybody else other than you. You're the person I want to wake up next to every morning and the person I miss the most when I’m away. So would you do me the honours and make me the happiest man alive by marrying me?” he took out the ring with shaking hands, while you tried to stop the sobbing. You got on your knees as well and cupped his face, whipping away some tears.

“Yes! One million times yes!” You kissed him softly, afraid that this was all a dream. Charlie pushed the ring on your finger and lifted you up, kissing you again and again with a tear soaked face and a smile that hurt his cheeks.

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