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finelinefae · 3 months

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flower [tattooH x Innocenty/n]

synopsis: harry's the boy next door, he's also a tattoo artist aannd y/n's sexual awakening because she's an innocent virgin with a flower shop.

word count: 8.6k

content warnings: smut (fingering, daddy kink, praise kink, virgin Y/N)

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. . .

Y/N had been having a terrible week.

She owned a flower shop called 'Sweet Juniper' which had been hers for almost an entire year. It had been her dream to share her love of flowers with everybody so when she finally saved enough money to set up a shop, she worked tirelessly to make it the best possible floral shop the town had ever seen.

People would put in special requests if they needed flower arrangements for special occasions or others would just come by to just lift their mood a little bit if they were having a tough day. Y/N loved her customers and spent so much time chatting throughout the day all whilst tending to her plants.

But this week was not fun.

The shop next door had been empty for a long time now - ever since Y/N had set up shop. She lived in the flat above the shop so it was ideal not to have to handle any neighbours. But the past few weeks, decorators and construction workers had been making a lot of noise - fixing up the empty shop - which meant someone was moving in.

Y/N hadn't met them yet so she wasn't sure what the shop next door would be. The town was relatively quiet so she expected a bakery or maybe a clothing boutique. Only yesterday, with the shop all set up and ready to go, she found it to be nothing of the sort.

It was dark and music pulsed through the walls of her flower shop. The heavy bass made it sound like someone was trying to fight their way through the floorboards she had painted a very, very light pink.

Her customers had complained especially the older bunch. They had trouble concentrating whenever they tried to talk to her or hear her advice on what the best flowers were during the current autumn season.

So after a not-so-fun week and frequent visits to the corner shop to top up her headache medication, Y/N made the decision to confront her new neighbour and tell them exactly how she felt. She wasn't going to let her flower shop fail because of an inconsiderate, noisy fool.

Y/N flipped the sigh from 'open' to 'closed' and took off her apron which had her name in swirly handwriting embroidered onto the breast pocket. She took three deep breaths and mentally went through her speech. She wouldn't be unkind but she would be fair.

"You can do this Y/N," She said to herself before she exhaled and opened the door to walk five steps over to her next-door neighbour.

She hadn't seen the shop properly since the decorating was completed so was immediately struck by how dark it was in comparison to her own shop. It was painted black with illustrations and pictures of people's tattoos set up in the shop window.

The pavement was lit up in the darkness by the red neon lights coming from inside the shop. Everything about it was so different to her baby pink and white flower shop.

The sudden thought of turning back and going upstairs to her apartment almost tempted her enough to turn away but she knew the problem would not be resolved if she were to sit by and do nothing.

Her Mary Jane heels tapped against the pavement as she came to stand in front of the door. It seemed as though the shop was still open, so she pushed the door and stepped inside.

The smell of tobacco and musk and ink hit her senses as she closed the door behind her. The heavy bass of the music was now pounding through her ears. The nerves were rising within her and turning back seemed much more tempting now.

She spun on her heel and reached for the door handle, only to be stopped by someone clearing their throat.

"Are you here for a tattoo?" His voice was deep, husky and... pretty.

She turned around and was met with a tall figure standing in the doorway to the back of the shop. His arms were by his side and he was wearing a black, fitted shirt with black trousers and low cut doc martens with red laces. His face was illuminated by the red, neon sign on the wall with the words 'Styles INK' written in a grungey font.

"T-tattoo?" She gulped, the script she had rehearsed over and over again was nowhere to be found like the words had silently fallen from her brain, through her nose and slipped from her mouth before she had time to speak them out loud.

He walked to the front desk, footsteps heavy against the wooden floor. "We don't take walk-ins this late at night if that's what you're after."

The tone of his voice made her tremble in her heels. She curled her fingers into a fist and tried to stop her heart from beating so fast. "I-I'm not here for a tattoo. I-I'm actually from next door."

His head lifted up, she could finally see the colour of his eyes were a pale green and his hair was curly and brunette. "Ahhh," He dropped the pen he was fiddling with on the desk, "The flower girl."

She huffed, "Yes, that would be me."

"M allergic to flowers." He said.

"W-what? Why would you set up shop next to a flower shop then?" She asked.

"Only place that offered a space with an apartment." A breath slipped past her lips.

He was not only her shop neighbour but her neighbour neighbour too.

Well, this just made things a bit more awkward.

He came in front of the desk and leaned against it, crossing his arms. Y/N saw every inch of the skin on his arm littered with tattoos and even caught a glimpse of his ring-clad fingers. "Listen, if you're not here for a tattoo then why are you here? I need to close up so I'd appreciate it if you were quick with whatever it is you came here for."

Y/N swallowed her nerves, "Your music is too loud a-and it's driving my customers away."

"What was that?" He wanted her to repeat herself.

"Y-Your music, it's much too loud and my customers are c-complaining." She wished she didn't stutter but at least she got what she needed to say out.

"My music?" His eyebrows scrunch up.

"Yes." She nods.

"What about your music?" He retorts, "s all I can hear when I'm upstairs."

She immediately blushes and wonders how long he has been staying in the apartment upstairs. Y/N was so used to not having neighbours that she hadn't thought to turn her music down or take a break from her lonesome karaoke nights.

"That's different."

"If I have to hear you sing to that broken-hearted, bubble-gum pop princess every night then you can't complain about me playing my music like I have." He argues.

"B-but I don't play it in the day like you do! It's so loud! It is - hey quit laughing!" She huffs when he snickers at her.

"M sorry, you're just so little." He laughs. "Maybe that's why I haven't seen you since I've moved in."

Y/N crossed her arms, "I'd just appreciate it if you turned your music down a little, just so my customers can shop for their flowers in peace."

He says nothing. Instead, his eyes scan her face and then fall on the rest of her. She was wearing light blue jeans and a pink, cosy sweater. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail with a white, silk ribbon and her heels were still on her now aching feet.

He smirks, "Alright, I'll turn my music down but you have to do the same. I don't want to hear you sing about Romeo and Juliet or running out of the woods at 11 o'clock at night when I'm trying to relax."

She turns pink but luckily the red light hides the true colour of her cheeks, "Fine." She huffs and turns on her heel, too embarassed to say anything else.

"It was nice to meet you, flower." He says and she swears she can hear him smiling.

Her entire face heats at the nickname.

***

The next day, Y/N walked downstairs to her flower shop and prepared for a new day. She spent the rest of her night after visiting the stranger next door, quietly listening to music in hopes he would reciprocate today.

She hadn't seen him since last night and part of her was grateful for that. He was tall and intimidating and covered in tattoos but his voice was just so...nice that she couldn't seem to get the thought of him out of her head since she walked out of his tattoo shop. It was embarrassing to admit and Y/N was awfully bad at hiding her emotions so she hoped that would be the last time she'd speak to him face to face.

When she flipped the sign on the door to 'open', she held her breath as she waited for the sound of heavy, rock music coming through the walls only to find complete silence. She smiled and mindfully tapped herself on the back for being brave enough to go over and stand her ground.

Her customers were happy with the change too. They stayed and chatted with Y/N for a while, bringing home their baskets of flowers. The day had been much more successful than the past week had and she was thankful things would finally get back on track.

After cleaning the shop at the end of the day, she walked upstairs to her apartment and immediately decided to get into her new cute pyjamas she had ordered from Hollister - long trouser bottoms and a cute tank top both covered in the same pink, ditsy floral print.

She made herself some dinner and snuggled up on her tiny couch with her pet cat, Marshel, nestling to the side of her. Y/N hummed in delight when she made the decision to re-watch her favourite Harry Potter movie- it was the best film for the autumn weather.

Ten minutes into the movie sounds of people speaking and loud music sounded through the walls of her apartment. "Oh please no," She looked up at the ceiling, praying that someone out there would put her out of her misery.

It could only be her new neighbour, the tattoo artist, the one with the nice voice.

She pressed her ear against the door of her apartment and from the racket of people speaking and how loud the music was, she knew he was having a party.

"It's going to be a long night Marsh." She sighs, picking up her kitty and carrying him to bed.

At 2 am, Y/N was still awake. The party was still going and the music had yet to quieten down.

Y/N had been tossing and turning all night. Tears in her eyes as she tried to sleep but couldn't because of the loud noises coming from next door. At this rate, she'd only get four hours of sleep before she had to be up again for the busiest day of the week at the shop.

She couldn't handle it anymore. She flipped her duvet off and swung her legs over the bed. Her eyes fighting to stay open as she stumbled for the door.

At this rate, she was so tired she didn't care how she looked. She just wanted the quiet.

She flung her front door open and already found herself outside the tattoo artist's door. She knocked but the music was so loud, the only thing she could do was invite herself in.

The door opened and suddenly she was in a whole new world. There was cigarette smoke and a strong stench of alcohol. It was dark but red LED lights lit the room. People were laying on the floor or sitting around chairs or dancing in the empty spaces. There must have been about thirty people but with how tiny the apartment was it felt like much more.

Y/N took a deep breath and began her mission to find the source of where the music was coming from. Everyone was much taller than her which made it harder for her to push past people, especially in their drunken state.

"Excuse me please," she mumbled.

"Flower," his voice made her freeze in place.

She stilled and spun round on her sock-covered feet, making a mental note to throw them in the trash when she got home.

The person standing in front of her looked the same, wearing the same all black outfit he wore yesterday. She could see the illustrations of his tattoos a little better this close and she could also see the anger that covered the features of his face.

"Y-you." She said through parted lips, unable to hide her fear or shock.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He grabbed her arm and pulled her to a corner of the room. He placed his hand on the wall behind her and covered her with his body like he wanted to hide her away.

"The m-music it's too loud and I-I can't sleep." She said, nearing on tears.

"You and your loud music." He muttered, "It's Saturday night. Shops aren't open on a Sunday."

"Mine is." She said.

"What?"

"I open my shop on a Sunday. I do work shops for little kids whose parents have to work on weekends and for elderly people who get a little lonely." It was her favourite day of the week but now she was dreading it because of the lack of sleep.

His expression seemed to soften but he rolled his eyes, "Of course you do."

"I just need to sleep for four more hours and then you can carry on doing whatever you're doing." He smirked.

"You've never been to a party before flower girl?" She shook her head and yawned.

Harry's smile fell and he sighed. He looked around at the party and then at the sleepy girl in front of him. "Fucks sake." He muttered and wrapped an arm around her.

Y/N's eyes widened when his hand rested on her shoulder. He tucked her into his side and quickly manoeuvred past everybody.

"Is that your new girl Styles?"

"Nice one, H."

"Have fun Styles."

"Ignore them." Harry told her as he reached their front door.

"Is that your name? Styles?" Y/N realised she had yet to ask what his name actually was.

"S Harry. You call me Harry." He says and she smiles at how normal and soft his name was compared to his dark and grizzly stature.

She hadn't realised what he was doing until he opened the door to her apartment. She gasped, suddenly wide awake and highly alert considering he was now in her very messy, untidy apartment.

"W-what are you doing?" She ran to her sofa and picked her blankets up from the floor before grabbing her bowl of popcorn from the coffee table that was littered with books and magazines she was halfway through reading.

Harry's eyes darted around her small apartment. The corner of his lips flinched into an almost smile when he saw the pastel colours littered around the place. It was so her - cute and cosy.

"You wanted to sleep." He said, "M helping you sleep."

Her mouth opened and closed in shock, "Helping me sleep?"

"Mhm, I've got these," He pulled out some earbuds from his pocket, "They're noise cancelling. Can't hear a sound when you've got them in your ears."

She looked at them in intrigue, "Where's your room?" He wondered, already walking in the direction of her bedroom like he'd been in her apartment many times before.

"My room's a little untidy," She tried to get past him so she could block him from coming into her room but he was much too tall.

"Don't care flower, just helping you out." He walked into the messy bedroom and paid no mind to the state of the floor. She'd never had a man in her room before so wasn't sure exactly what to do. Her apartment seemed so much smaller from his presence alone. "Get into bed, love." He pulled out his phone.

"O-okay," She said and tucked herself under her blanket.

It was strange to let a person she barely knew into the confines of her room but she was too tired to care and something inside of her trusted him.

He crouched beside her, resting an arm on her mattress. "Here put these in," He handed her the headphones, "Can you hear me?" He asked but received no reply, instead, Y/N giggled.

"I can't hear you Harry!" She laughed and something weird happened in his chest.

He smiled, "Tha's good." He murmured and put on a song he knew she would like.

Her heart stopped beating in her chest when the gentle piano music began to play. An instrumental of 'Cardigan' by her favourite singer whispered into her ears as he played it on a low volume.

"Sleep now flower." He encouraged.

"M name's Y/N." She whispered, her eyes fluttering shut, "You can call me Y/N."

"Y/N," He whispered back and the name seemed to unlock something deep inside of him. He said it once more for good measure before leaving her there with the music still playing.

***

Y/N woke up the next morning with a phone that was not hers resting right by her head. She had managed to fall asleep for four hours thanks to the man who she now knew as Harry. She felt as though last night was a fever dream and Harry had been a guardian angel, granting her sleep at last.

She could have slept in for another four hours but the shop would not run itself and she had many workshops on today that a lot of people had signed up for. She grabbed Harry's phone and made a mental note to give it back to him before she went to open the shop.

She made herself a good breakfast and fed Marshel as well, before getting dressed into a grey mini dress with a cute white collar and an encrusted black bow. She tied her hair back into a half up, half down and fastened it with a black bow to match her dress. She wore the same black Mary Jane heels and a bag with her packed lunch inside.

When she left her apartment, she listened out for any loud music coming from Harry's apartment only to be met with silence. She knocked three times- his phone in her hands- but no one answered.

She'd come back later, she thought. Maybe he was also catching up on some much-needed sleep.

Her first workshop of the day was with a group of children.

Their parents worked weekends and some of them were from the orphanage that they had signed up to help them develop new hobbies. Y/N knew them all by name and loved teaching them how to grow their own tomato plants and arrange flowers with cute bows.

An hour before lunch, she had a class with a group of mothers whose children had just left home. Most of them came because they needed a little company on the weekends when not a lot was going on at home or they wanted to pick up a new hobby.

In the midst of her basket weaving session, Y/N heard a phone ring. She glanced at the phone still on the front desk and saw the screen lighting up. "Excuse me ladies," she slid off the chair and walked over to Harry's phone.

Mike Supplier was the name on the screen. She wondered whether or not it was important and if she should answer it just in case. The phone stopped ringing for a brief moment until the name lit up the screen again.

"Seems important, Y/N." One of the ladies said.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and walked to the back room, pressing the green button to accept the call. "Fucking finally!" A gruff voice speaks on the other end, "I've got your stash when do you want it?"

"Excuse me?" Y/N blushed, not use to such aggressive language.

The person paused, "Are you Styles' new lady? Listen can you put him on the phone? I need to speak to him urgently."

Y/N was in shock, "I'm not his lady! I'm his neighbour."

"Well, whatever you are could you just pass the phone to him?"

"Give me a second," She huffed, entering the shop again and turning towards the ladies who were in deep conversation, "Ladies, I just need a moment to go next door." They nodded.

Y/N could hear Mike Supplier cursing over the phone even as she had it by her side. She noticed Harry's shop was still unopened so went upstairs instead.

She knocked on the door of his apartment repeatedly until she finally heard footsteps coming towards the door. His door swung open, "Can I help you flower?" Her eyes widened.

He stood in the doorway with nothing but grey sweatpants and socks. His bare torso was littered with tattoos and his brunette hair was clipped with a tiny claw clip.

"Your p-phone," She held it out to him. His eyebrows furrowed like he had a lot of questions as to why she had his phone but he took it from her anyway and held it to his ear.

"Yeah, yeah shut up." He spoke. Y/N could still hear Mike Supplier talking on the other end. "Come by this afternoon. I'll wait outside the shop and don't wear that dodgy fucking hat this time."

The conversation ended and Y/N stood awkwardly in front of him. "Well I should go,"

"Wait," Harry stopped her "Did you steal my phone from me flower girl?"

"N-no! You left it in my apartment." She argued.

"Oh yeah," he grins like he was thinking back to being in her room last night, "Your lips go all pouty and you snore when you sleep you know that? 'S cute."

"Hey," she huffed, "I do not snore!"

"Whatever you say baby." Her cheeks warmed at the new nickname he had accidentally added to the seemingly growing collection.

"W-well who was that anyway. He was a little rude." She mumbled.

"You spoke to him?" He arched a brow, "was he rude to you?"

"He swore at me,"

"Dick." Harry muttered, "He's my supplier."

"Oh like for the shop?" She asked. Harry could have sworn he was having palpitations from how innocent she looked.

"No baby," he smirked, "a different kind of supplier."

"Oh," she said, still not fully understanding what he was getting at, "Well I better get down to the shop. My class is waiting for me."

"Sure I'll come with you." He grabbed a sweater and his jacket from the coat hanger.

"Wait, what? No."

"I'm bored and I want to hang out with you." He shrugs, "I don't see how that's a problem."

"You want to hang out with me?" She couldn't make sense of it.

"Mhm," He shut the door of his apartment behind him, "Lead the way, flower girl."

Y/N argued with him as they walked back downstairs. She tried to push him out of the shop before he could even step foot inside but she was too small for his 6ft frame and he gently grabbed her waist and picked her up as if she weighed nothing, stepping into the shop.

All eyes turned in their direction. Y/N blushed and stuttered as she said, "L-ladies, this is my neighbour."

"Hi, I'm Harry." He said from behind.

The ladies looked confused and then concerned and then suddenly they were grinning ear to ear, slipping out of their seats to welcome their new guest.

"Oh Harry, you look as old as my boy! It's so lovely to meet you." Mildred, one of the elder ladies said.

"Nice to meet you too." He spoke in a warm, almost flirtatious way.

Y/N stood there in shock, her mouth opening and closing like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Kathy and Lucy had already sat him in between them both and got him the things he needed to weave a basket.

"Are you interested in flowers Harry?" Julia asked.

He looked across the table over at Y/N whose cheeks seemed to be a shade of red they'd never even been before. "Only one."

"Oh well Y/N's an excellent teacher. We're making hanging baskets to plant daffodils in them for the spring."

"Hmm I guess I've come to the best place to learn then." His eyes remained fixed on Y/N who defeatedly picked up her basket to show Harry exactly how to make one himself.

"How are you so good at this?" Y/N whispered in awe as Harry finished his basket.

"These hands are good with fiddly things." He says.

"Oh that's wonderful Harry!" Kathy exclaimed, "You could take over Y/N's job. Might help her out and she can finally have a much deserved rest."

"S that right? You tired flower?" Harry murmured when he saw Y/N's eyes opening and closing as she leant against the desk.

"Not tried at all," she lied but Harry seemed to see right through her.

"Hmm," he frowned which immediately had Y/N standing straight and trying to disguise her exhaustion a little better.

"You hungry?" A tall shadow loomed in front of Y/N as she sat at the desk, processing payments for her classes and labelling the baskets for the ladies to take home.

She looked up and saw Harry, his voice now a familiarity after the last almost twenty four hours since she had met him. "A-a little." She decided not to lie this time since apparently, she was much easier to read than she thought.

"I've got food upstairs, wanna come up?" He asks.

"A-Are you sure?"

"C'mon little flower, I wouldn't be asking you if I didn't mean it." With a nod, Y/N locked up the shop for lunch and followed Harry up to his apartment. When she stepped inside, it was completely different to how it had been last night.

It was clean and tidy. A few boxes were lying on the carpeted floor of his open living room here and there, but for the most part, it was pretty neat. Y/N's eyes were immediately taken by the prints hanging up on the wall.

"These are incredible." She gasped, feeling particularly fond of a line drawing of a woman.

"It's my mother," He stood next to her, looking up at the drawing with her.

"You drew it?" She asked, wide-eyed.

"Mhm," He hummed.

"Wow, no wonder you're a tattoo artist," She glanced at the intricate tattoos littered on his arms.

"Ever thought of getting one yourself?" He asked.

"N-Not really, I'm no good with needles." She said, rather sheepishly.

He smirked, "Let's get some food in that tummy."

Twenty minutes later, Y/N and Harry sat on the small two-person couch eating sandwiches and a fruit salad they had prepared together in Harry's even smaller kitchen. Y/N giggled as Harry threw a grape into the air and tried to catch it in his mouth.

"T-tell me about your tattoos," Y/N insisted after taking a bite out of a strawberry. Harry's eyes looked down at her lips and back to her big, doe eyes. "What does this one mean?" She questioned, pointing to the words written in Hebrew.

"M' sisters name," He starts, "And that says 'Can I stay?'"

"Hmm, you have a lot of hearts." She said, fingers lightly touching the human heart on his arm.

"I have a lot of love." He grins, cheekily, like he knew the line was cheesy but wanted to use it anyway. He was glad he did from the smile it had formed on Y/N's face.

Y/N hadn't realised how close they had gotten until she felt his breath on her neck. Her voice wavers slightly as she tries not to think too much about it, "And what about this one," She points to the rose, her fingers tracing the petals.

"I did that one myself," He murmured, lips close to her ear.

"You did?" She said but it came out more as a whisper. She seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, her brain turning to mush and all her thoughts suddenly turning into Harry.

"Mhm," She glanced up and his deep, green eyes were already boring into her. Her eyes darted down to his lips and then back up again. "You're pretty," He mumbled, loud enough so she could hear.

She shook her head, "I-I don't think so," She was suddenly flustered and confused and wondering why her brain was not acting the way it usually did.

"I know so," His hand reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ears, and she shudders when his fingertips brush against her cheek. Slowly his head inches forward and the nearer he gets it feels as though more oxygen leaves the room. "Relax," He whispers, touching her hand, "You're okay flower girl."

"H-Harry, I-I've never kissed anyone before." She admits, embarrassment flooding her.

"What?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"O-oh, it's just that... I've never been k-kissed before."

"By anyone?" She nods. "Impossible." He whispers.

"We can stop if you want to," He says, his voice gentle and comforting.

"No," She wraps her small fingers around his wrist before he pulls away, "I-I want to,"

"Want to what?" He smirks, "You've gotta tell me baby."

"I want to k-kiss you," She blushes, it's all she seems to do around him.

"Cute," He murmurs before his lips press to hers.

Y/N's not sure what to do at first, her eyes are open and shock courses through her, but Harry's lips move against hers and he breathes, "Relax flower," He insists and she does.

Her eyes flutter shut and she mimics his movements. What he gives, she gives right back and a small whimper leaves her when he kisses her even harder. She starts to lose her breath with how long they kiss for but she's far too deep, floating too much, to pull away. She grabs the back of his neck and pulls him in closer, a groan eliciting from somewhere deep inside him. "Baby," The name escapes his lips and a shiver runs through her.

With panting breaths, she pulls away and so does he. Her face is flushed and his lips are pink, "You okay?" Is the first thing he asks, receiving a nod. "I think 'm a little bit obsessed with you." He confesses.

"M-Me?" She couldn't believe what he was saying.

"Don't think I've ever wanted anything more," He looks away like being vulnerable is a foreign thing for him.

"Why?" She can't help but ask.

He shrugs, "Sometimes it just is."

She thinks on his words before replying, "Can we kiss again?"

Harry chuckles, "Kiss me all you want flower."

. . .

Y/N had a permanent smile on her face the next day as she went back to work. People asked her what was making her so happy and she was constantly finding things to lie about instead of speaking the name of the tattooed boy next door.

An hour before lunch, the postman came to deliver her new ribbons for the bouquets and accidentally dropped off a package meant for Harry. Y/N couldn't help but smile at his name written on a brown box.

"Give me a second ladies, I'm just going to pop next door." Y/N grinned, ignoring the knowing looks of the ladies she was teaching.

As Y/N walked next door, her confidence seemed to shrink with every step. She realised she had yet to go to Harry's tattoo shop when he was actually working and she knew she would stick out like a sore thumb once she took a step inside. She was wearing a lilac dress and white heels, of course, she was going to stand out.

The bell rang as she stepped inside and a few customers looked up, some of them doing a double take at the small girl. Music played through the speakers but it was a lot less quiet compared to the first day Harry's shop had opened.

Footsteps walked on the wooden floorboards and Harry walked out from the back room. His eyes caught sight of Y/N and his frown immediately turned into a smile. He held his arms out for her and she quickly walked into his embrace. "Hi flower," He murmured into her hair.

"I came to drop off your package," She held out the box to him when he let her out of his arms.

"Oh," He took the package from her, "That's all?"

She bit back a smile, "Mmm, I may have something very important to tell you," She gave him a not-so-subtle wink.

He grinned, almost wickedly, "Well, do follow me this way to tell me this very important thing," He led her way from the waiting area and somewhere closed off and hidden from everywhere else.

When they were alone, he grabbed her hips and hoisted her up onto a countertop, knocking things over. "Harry," She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Shhh no more talking baby," He said before kissing her lips that he spent all night dreaming about. Their mouths were wet and hot against each other as they made out in a closet hidden away from Harry's customers.

His hands slid down her back and around her waist, pinching her hips, "Did you wear this dress f' me baby?" He murmured, the tone of his voice sending shivers up Y/N's spine.

"Wanted to be pretty for you." She told him. She had spent all morning trying to find a nice outfit to wear, not only for work but for when she saw Harry too.

"Fuck," He groaned against her lips, "Where have you been all my life?"

Y/N felt like a teenage girl getting all flustered and hot over a boy. She'd never experienced being with someone in this way before and now she had a taste for it and couldn't get enough of him. She had left Harry's apartment yesterday in a daze and she felt like she was still floating from the high of her first kiss.

He stood in between her legs and she subconsciously rolled her hips against him. She gasped in both shock and at the feeling of him against her, "You're okay baby," He soothed her, sensing her confusion.

"Feels good huh?" He pulled her hips into him again and she felt a moan bubble in her throat. "Have you ever touched yourself Y/N?" He wondered.

She froze, "N-no," She confessed, embarrassed.

"Nothing to be ashamed of baby," He comforts her, his words soothing the insecure part of her. He kissed her lips softly, "Can I visit you this evening?"

She nods without even thinking about it, "Please,"

He smirks, "Please baby? Please? What are you asking for?"

She didn't know, her mind was foggy and all she could see was him, "Everything."

His eyes darkened but his smirk never left, "'M polite little flower."

"Harry," She whined, burying her face in his neck.

Harry laughed and cupped the back of her with his hand, kissing her forehead, "I'll come visit tonight and you better be wearing those cute pyjamas," He knew she was smiling because he could feel her lips against his neck.

That evening after Y/N had closed the shop, she ran upstairs to her apartment and kicked off her heels. She ran around her living room, hiding things she didn't want Harry to see and flinging dirty laundry into the washing basket.

She walked into her very pink bedroom and pulled out her pyjamas, happy to finally be wearing something comfortable. She spritzed some of her favourite perfume and rubbed vanilla lotion into her skin.

Y/N sat on her sofa with Marshel seated by her feet on the carpeted floor. She switched on the TV and watched a few episodes of friends whilst continuing to finish her knitting project - she was making a blanket since one of the ladies from her group was pregnant and would be giving birth very soon.

She fought to keep her eyes open as she waited for Harry to knock on her door. His shop was meant to have closed twenty minutes ago so she assumed he'd be here by now.

Slowly, an hour had gone by and Y/N was getting worried. Her mind spun with insecurities and a sudden fear that something might have happened to Harry. She placed her knitting project on her coffee table and patted Marshel on the head. She walked to the door and slid her sock covered feet into her brown UGG boots.

The shop was not its usual LED red colour when she came to stand in front of the window, instead it was neon blue. Y/N frowned when she heard music playing from inside and checked to see whether the door was open.

Her hand pushed the door handle, the door swinging open and the muffled music suddenly became coherent. She could hear voices coming from the back room where Harry tattooed his customers.

Walking towards the sound, Y/N eventually caught the sound of Harry's voice amongst the group of people chatting. Her shoulders relaxed at the thought of him being here, at least she knew she'd be okay if he was there with her.

Turning the corner, her eyes landed on Harry with two other tattooed men, smoking something that - in Y/N's opinion - smelt a little strange.

Harry must have sensed her presence as he turned his head and caught sight of her hiding behind the corner wall. He smiled, "Hey flower,"

"Hi," She murmured, feeling embarassed.

"C'mere," He held out his arm for her and she scurried towards him, attaching herself to him by snuggling her body into his side. He put an arm around her, kissing her forehead. "I thought I was meeting you upstairs?"

Y/N frowned, "You took too long,"

He smirked, "M impatient girl," He nodded towards the two men he was talking to, "Y/N, these are 'm friends, Mike and Dan."

"Mike supplier," Y/N whispered, finally putting a face to the name of the man she had spoken to on Harry's phone.

He was tall and bald with a beard and looked to be in his forties. Like Harry, he also had tattoos but not nearly as much. Beside him was Dan who looked closer in age to Harry, maybe a little older. He was blonde but wore a cap on his head and a silver chain around his neck.

After Harry had finished smoking with his friends, he said his goodbyes and led Y/N upstairs back to her apartment. "What were you smoking? It smelt funny," Y/N asked,"

Harry fell back onto the couch and pulled her down with him. She lay on top of him, the smell of the smoke still lingering on his clothes. "'S just a bit of weed." He confessed.

Y/N gasped, "Weed? Is that legal?"

Harry looked at her amused, "Not here but it doesn't do much harm to me, been smoking it for ages." He twirled a piece of hair around his finger, "Does that bother you?"

She thought about it but the idea didn't really seem to phase her. As long as he was being safe and was using it in a healthy sort of way, she didn't mind. "N-no, not at all." Harry's smile widened into a grin. He didn't hesitate to kiss her, feeling her soft lips which had recently become his new obsession. They were so soft and red and kissable and made just for him.

Y/N didn't want him to stop kissing her whenever he did. She loved the feeling of her eyes fluttering shut and all of her senses just filling up with him. Harry pulled away, still cupping her cheek in his hand. Y/N's chest heaved up and down against him as she tried to catch her breath, "Breathe, flower." His heart ached when she looked up at him with swollen red lips, trying to catch her breath. "Lose your breath a little bit huh?"

"A little," She huffed.

"You're too cute."

Y/N kissed him again once she had caught enough air again. Harry sat up, pulling on the roots of her hair as her legs wrapped around him so she was straddling him. She whimpered, tugging on the fabric of his t-shirt.

"What do you want baby?" Harry mumbles against her parted lips.

"Take it off," She whispers, pulling on his shirt.

Harry does as he's told, pulling his shirt up over his head and revealing his muscular, tattoed torso. Y/N's eyes widened. She'd never seen something so beautiful, he looked as though he was one of those marble statues in a museum. "Eyes on me baby," Harry smiled, pushing her chin up with his finger so her eyes were looking directly into his. "What now?"

"I-I-I don't know," She blushed, losing her confidence now that they were no longer kissing.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want." He looked at her with a soft gaze.

"I-I don't want to disappoint you." She admits, her insecurities coming to the surface.

"Couldn't disappoint me baby, ever." She smiles, feeling secure in his words and his hold. Y/N leans forward and rubs her cheek against his chest. Harry's hands go beneath the tank top of her pyjamas, brushing her bare back. "If it helps I've never done this before."

She's shocked but she tries to hide it, "W-what do you mean?"

"Been intimate with someone."

She smiled.

She really, really liked him.

. . .

For weeks after, Y/N was obsessed with two things.

Her flower shop and her tattooed boyfriend next door.

When she wasn't working, she was with Harry, either cooking in his apartment or cuddling together on the couch in her living room. Harry had also developed a new taste for basket weaving, joining in on Y/N's Sunday classes with the elderly ladies in the morning.

In the short time they had known each other, Y/N had come to learn that Harry wasn't a morning person but he never missed a Sunday class even when he was exhausted from the busy day before at the tattoo shop. He would stumble downstairs with dishevelled hair and sleepy eyes in sweatpants and a hoodie, sitting in his seat between Mildred and Julia as they fussed over him.

Y/N had also grown a love for kissing Harry at every opportunity. She'd take many five-minute breaks, walking over to the tattoo shop and kissing Harry in the cupboard or visiting him in the alleyway behind the building where they'd make out against the brick wall. Even Harry had an addiction to his girlfriend's very kissable lips, sneaking out of his shop in between appointments to smother her in kisses in the storage cupboard.

"Hey Marshy little fur ball," Y/N bit back a grin when she heard the door of her apartment open and the familiar gruff voice speak to her little cat.

She swung her legs over her bed and paused the movie she was watching, running to the front door and leaping into his arms, "Hi flower," Harry murmured, inhaling the scent of her coconut shampoo.

Y/N nuzzled her face against his jumper and squeezed him tightly, "Hi Harry," She sighed, blissfully.

"Wanted to come see ya, hope tha's okay." He kissed her quickly.

"Course, I was watching a film in my room." She tugged on his hand and lead him to her bedroom.

Harry had spent nights in Y/N's room before. Sometimes he would ask her if it was okay if he took a nap in her bed whenever he finished work early because it was much comfier than his. She'd find him curled up under her blankets, hugging one of her stuffed animals to his chest with the hood of his sweatshirt over his head.

Harry removes his sweatshirt, leaving him in only sweatpants, before he crawls into bed and pats the spot beside him. Y/N turns on the movie but knows that neither of them has any plans of watching it.

With the amount of kissing they had been doing, Y/N hoped she had gotten a lot better. She realised Harry would often make small, quiet noises whenever she did something he liked, like tugging on his hair or sticking her tongue in his mouth.

It wasn't long before they were making out again on her bed. Her leg hooked around his hip and her hands in his hair as he gripped her waist, every now and then he would squeeze her ass remembering the first time he did it and how much she loved it from the soft moans that left her.

Y/N thought that kissing Harry was the best thing in the entire world but what she didn't know was that Harry had plenty more up his sleeve.

His hand slid from her waist and down to her bare thigh - she was only wearing pyjama shorts since her apartment was pretty warm. He squeezed her softly, "Can I feel you baby?" He asked.

Y/N froze, not sure how to react. "I-I-"

Harry cupped her cheek, "I know," He already knew what she was thinking before she even said anything, "We can carry on doing what we're doing if you prefer. It's no rush."

"N-no," She grabbed his wrist in both her hands. Y/N was a virgin but she wasn't afraid... Just inexperienced and that made her a little wary. But with Harry, she knew she wanted to allow that part of herself to him. Maybe not the whole thing but a little something.

"Y-you can feel me... I-if you like." She said, awkwardly.

Harry chuckles, "What about if you like, hmm?" His fingertip traced circles on her thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

"I-I would l-like that p-please." She whispered.

Harry grinned, "Only because you're so polite sweet girl."

Harry's arm slides between her legs and hooks his fingers around her pyjamas bottoms to pull them down her legs. Y/N inwardly praised herself for shaving the night before yet she was pretty sure Harry wouldn't mind either way. Harry tuts when he sees her underwear, "Did m' little flower get all wet from kissing on daddy?"

She felt the air leave the room and her body heat at the nickname. It was so dirty and yet she felt herself aching from his words. "Y-yes," She breathes.

"Yes what baby?" He kisses up her thigh.

"Yes daddy," She murmurs.

Harry eyes darken as he looks down between her thighs, "My good, polite girl." He pinches the flesh on her thigh and she feels her chest heave. Y/N gasps for air when his fingers trace the fabric of her underwear and her heart races even more when he moves her underwear to the side to see a part of herself no one had ever seen before.

"Fuck me," He whispers under his breath. "Prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

"R-really?" Y/N blushes, her cheeks hot.

"Don't think I've ever seen something so pretty."

"T-thank you, daddy." She whispers the last part but it doesn't stop the bulge from growing in Harry's sweatpants.

"Have you always been this needy when we kiss baby?" Harry murmured in her ear as his fingers part her pussy. He tries to stop himself from groaning at the slick wetness that coats his fingers.

Y/N gasps at the new feeling but is immediately overcome by pleasure as Harry begins to move his finger back up to her clit, "Harry," She whimpers.

Harry's quick to pull his hand away, "Nuh uh baby, that's not my name."

Y/N's head was all dizzy but she managed to reply, "Daddy, please," She whines.

"Barely even touched you and you're already whining," He tuts before rubbing his thumb over her clit and making small, slow circles. Y/N whimpers at the new sensation of intense pleasure. "Does that feel good flower?" He asks, nipping her ear as he murmurs against it.

"S-so good- so good daddy, so, so good." She babbles as he continues to tease her clit with his thumb.

"Who'd have thought I had such a naughty girl hmm?" She arches into his touch as he moves his finger in a certain way. She wonders how she managed to go on for so long without feeling something so blissfully delightful.

"Put your hand here baby," Harry instructs, reaching for her hand that wasn't currently scrunching the duvet, and placing it flat over the top of his, "Let me show you how to touch yourself. Watch daddy," Y/N's eyes look down to see his gold ring-clad fingers drenched in her wetness, his tattooed hand moving in circles as her rubs her clit. "This is how I want you to touch yourself when you think of me baby and when you're good, I'll make your perfect, little hole feel good too." Y/N gasps and clenches when he brushes a finger against her hole.

"I-I'm good-Please, I'm good," She mewls and her hand grips his wrist instead. She uses it as leverage to twist and turn into him, the pleasure overwhelmingly good she can't help but hide her face in his neck.

"You are good," He kisses her forehead, "My good girl." She nods at his praise, eyes shut.

Harry forces her legs a part and continues to pleasure her in a way she didn't know about until today. She writhes and moans beneath his touch as he whispers dirty things into her ear. "I want you to cum baby, think you can do that?"

"Mhm," She sighs, already feeling the bubble of pressure in her tummy. "F-feels - feel's s-so-"

"Feel good m'love?" He coos, "Cum f' me. Cum f' daddy, wanna see you soak my hand."

At his words, Y/N whimpers as she becomes increasingly sensitive the more he circles her clit. Harry feels as though he's about to explode as he watches her cheeks flush pink and she grinds her pussy against his hand as she rides out her orgasm. "That's it my little flower, so good." He praises her, feeling her shudder as she finishes coming down from her high.

She's panting heavily as Harry slides her panties back into place. "You okay?" Harry checks, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Y/N nods and instantly feels embarrassed, hiding herself in the crook of his neck. Harry chuckles, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"You're lying," Y/N says, her voice muffled against him.

"Never gonna lie to you flower, never." He promises.

Y/N removes herself from her hiding place and looks up at him. Harry's heart bursts in his chest when she sees her sleepy, blissful gaze. He wonders where this girl has been all his life and how he managed to go this long without her. He was pretty sure he was falling in love with her but that was a conversation for another day.

"W-what about you?" Y/N looks down and sees the very noticeable bulge in his trousers.

Harry shakes his head, "Not today," He smiles, "We have plenty of time to experiment some more but think you've had enough experimenting for one night."

"Me too," Y/N curls into his side, not bothering to put her pyjama bottoms back on. "Having sex is exhausting."

"We didn't even have sex, silly girl." Harry laughs.

"Felt like it," She mumbles against him.

"I'm that good huh?" He grins, cheekily, "Just you wait baby,"

"The best," She slurs, yawning, "M so tired."

"Yeah? You sleepy baby?" He kisses her forehead. "Get some sleep m'love," He wraps an arm around her and tucks her into his chest.

"I like you very much Harry," She whispers, sleepily.

"I like you very much too." Harry replies, holding her close.

psa don't let strangers into your room... actually don't let anyone into your room

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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AITA for telling my wife to be more chill about the name we gave our daughter?

Our daughter is soon going to be 3 years old. I picked her first name, from my culture, and it means a lot to me. My wife agreed to it at the time.

However, sometimes she starts obsessing over things, and right now what she obsesses over is that we made a "Bad Choice" with the name, that it will make our daughter's life SO HARD because no one will know how to spell it and everyone will ask where the name is coming from and thus find out we're a mixed family and ALL the other kids have "normal" names like "Lisa" and "Mary" and we RUINED our daughter's life we made her a pariah, etc. And it's the husband's fault for Insisting on something so dangerous and stupid. And how could she have allowed me to do that she was blinded by how happy I was and how pretty the name was and didn't think it through. And my wife does that on a loop.

And I try to be patient with her and listen to that a couple of rounds, and ask her about her anxieties. But then I also say look, we are not gonna change her name now, are we. And she is like No of course not, and then the loop starts AGAIN. And then I say okay so you are mad at me, and at yourself for not insisting on a "normal" name back then, totally valid, and you are scared about standing out, that's okay, then just express that. And if you think it's such a bad mistake then if we ever have another child we name them something you find "normal", promise. And she protests There is no use talking to you you don't understand that this is a Problem not about my feelings or some future kid but about our daughter's NAME and Right Now it's a Problem it's a Problem it's a Problem it's Bad it's Bad it's Bad

For the record, we live in a small rural area with a reputation of being racist and so far ALL of our neighbours have been chill and the 1 or 2 who had trouble with our kid's name only took like a second to learn it (Five letters. It. Is. Not. That. Hard).

And last night I had enough and was like Okay, obviously this is something we have to work through. But for the sake of our DAUGHTER, I beg you, NEVER say any of this in front of her. She has a right to feel good about herself and proud of her heritage. As far as I am concerned the REAL Problem is that if my wife keeps going like this one day she will say it in front of the kid and scare and upset her about something she should be allowed to feel happy about. And frankly, for my wife's own sake, she should try to take a step back and look at the good instead of the bad because it looks like this is making her sick. And if there ever is trouble we'll deal with it as it comes.

And then my wife snapped at me and said talking to me is USELESS and that I am TA because I don't care about The Problem and I'm not taking her worries seriously enough. And she said this was Toxic Positivity.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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woso-dreamzzz · 4 months

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Mary Fowler x Reader

Summary: You're a bit of a wallflower

You've never really paid much attention to the Australian girls on your team. That wasn't to say that you didn't get on with them. Hayley and Alanna were a laugh to be around but it's not like you always hung out with them.

You tended to be stuck to Esme's side, your best friend since childhood. You didn't really need anyone else when you had Esme. She was calm and sweet and was happy to just sit making friendship bracelets while you curled up next to her and read a book.

Most of the time the two of you were just in your own little world which is probably why when Mary Fowler got announced as a new signing, it completely went over your head.

You were completely blindsided when she turned up to training days later in a Man City training shirt. You didn't let it show on your face though as you ran through drills, ate lunch and then did more drills.

You had night training as well so you hunkered down in the break room with a blanket and a book, curling up on the sofa with Esme next to you.

The Australian girls joined you a few minutes later, whispering amongst each other. Occasionally, they glanced up at you before looking back down again when they saw your confused look.

You went back to your book, momentarily reaching your wrist out for Esme to measure as she weaved a new bracelet.

"They're not dating," You heard Hayley mutter," I'm sure of it. They've never done anything remotely coupley."

"Private but not secret?" Alanna wondered," They're always around each other. I've seen them feeding each other before. That's pretty coupley."

You almost laughed. Yes, Esme sometimes fed you food straight off her plate and, yes, you were always around each other but that's how you'd always been. You had been next door neighbours for years.

Esme was the taller of the two of you so had often times been seen leading you around by a hand or feeding you when she thought you weren't eating enough.

It's just how you were.

"Guys," Mary whispered," Stop it. It's weird."

"We're only doing this for you," Alanna said," You're silly little crush might come true."

"Shut up."

"No," Hayley said before raising her voice," Hey, Esme, are you dating y/n?"

Esme looks up in confusion. Clearly, she hadn't been secretly following the conversation like you had. "No? Why?"

Hayley looked triumphant as she nudged Mary harshly in the ribs before flashing you a blinding smile. "Mary's got a crush on you, y/n. Please let her take you out on a date."

"Oh..." Your cheeks suddenly felt flushed. "Er...yeah, alright then."

You hadn't thought much about the date. In all honesty, you were feeling super flattered that someone even had a crush on you. You tended to fade into the background until needed. You hadn't even realised Mary had noticed you.

You just turned up at the nice restaurant Mary had asked to met at and smiled. You felt a little nervous. You hadn't been on a date since you were fifteen and a boy asked you out from the school across the way.

You said yes and it ended with Esme punching him in the nose after she found out he had asked you out on a dare. It was the most violent you had ever seen her.

You leaned over the table as you opened up your menu. "Don't turn around," You said," But Alanna and Hayley are dressed in trench coats and sunglasses behind you."

"Esme's wearing a bad wig and a cap behind you," Mary whispered back.

You drew away from her, glancing down at your menu again. A small smile appeared on your face as you used the reflection in your spoon to spy over your shoulder at Esme.

It wasn't one of her best disguises but, at least she'd put effort into it, which was something you couldn't say for Alanna and Hayley, who you were sure were squinting while they wore their sunglasses in the low light of the restaurant.

All three of them were a bit too far away to hear you and Mary talking so you clung to that bit of hope.

The date was going extremely well but you just had to ask. The question had been bubbling at the surface ever since you agreed.

"So," You said as you drained your wine glass and indicated to the waitress for the bill," I'm sorry. I just have to know...Why are you interested in me?"

Mary looked at you like you were insane. "Are you kidding?" She said," You're you."

"I am me," You replied," But that doesn't really answer the question. I'm not really that special."

"You're crazy," She said, shaking her head in disbelief," You're amazing. I mean...on the pitch you're so quiet. My first day you came out of nowhere and stole the ball." She looked down a bit bashfully. "I don't know how I didn't notice you before. You're...You're just so nice..."

You took the bill from the waitress. You sighed. "I don't go out a lot," You warned her," I like to stay in. I read too much. I don't even own a tv. I just use my laptop. And I'm messy. My house is a mess."

"That's fine," Mary said quickly," We can stay in. Though...we might have to chill out at mine. My tv was expensive."

You reached into your purse to fish out your card but she beat you to it.

"I'm not going to change," You said," I like my quiet."

"I don't want you to change just...to give me a chance to be in your quiet with you?"

You grinned. "I think that can be arranged." You stood up and offered her your hand. "If we get out of here quick enough, we can probably ditch the date crashers."

"Can I walk you home?" Mary took your hand.

"Of course."

#woso x reader #mary fowler x reader #mary fowler #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

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bethanydelleman · 1 month

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Jealousy in Jane Austen's Works

Since I got an ask about this recently, how does Jane Austen use jealousy in her novels?

Justified Jealousy (a person has made promises to another and is now violating them):

Catherine for her brother James, when Isabella flirts with Captain Tilney (Northanger Abbey) "jealous for her brother" and James for himself.

Lucy about Edward and Elinor: "That Lucy was disposed to be jealous of her appeared very probable: it was plain that Edward had always spoken highly in her praise, not merely from Lucy’s assertion, but from her venturing to trust her on so short a personal acquaintance, with a secret so confessedly and evidently important." (Sense & Sensibility) Lucy is right that Edward has fallen for Elinor, wrong that he would betray her because of it.

Sophia Grey, about Marianne Dashwood and Willoughby (her betrothed) "and Sophia, jealous as the devil on the other hand, looking all that was" (Sense & Sensibility)

Mr. Rushworth, about Maria and Henry Crawford, "I do think that Mr. Rushworth was sometimes very jealous." (Mansfield Park)

The reactions to this justified jealousy are all different. James Morland endures for a little while, then breaks off his engagement. This was the healthiest thing to do. Lucy attacks the rival instead of addressing the issue with her fiance. Mr. Rushworth ultimately ignores the fact that his future wife loves someone else, and agrees to a doomed marriage. Sophia Grey forces Willoughby to "break up" with Marianne, unsure how that goes for her, but at least she went into marriage with her eyes open.

Manipulative (Supposed) Jealousy:

Isabella to Catherine, when Catherine refuses to break a prior engagement with another friend, "I cannot help being jealous, Catherine, when I see myself slighted for strangers, I, who love you so excessively!" (Northanger Abbey)

Isabella tries to use jealousy to guilt Catherine into breaking her engagement with the Tilneys. Catherine finds it unjust and mean, she refuses to give in.

Jealousy as a Means to Establish Boundaries:

Henry Tilney, speaking about Catherine and John Thorpe, "I consider a country-dance as an emblem of marriage. Fidelity and complaisance are the principal duties of both; and those men who do not choose to dance or marry themselves, have no business with the partners or wives of their neighbours." (Northanger Abbey)

This is a particular case. I don't think Henry is in love with Catherine yet, and I don't think he actually believes that Catherine likes John, but he does frame his opposition to John and Catherine talking in jealousy. As Catherine has agreed to be his partner, he is justified in asking her to devote her time to him. Also, once Catherine assures him of her "faithfullness", he backs off, "Now you have given me a security worth having; and I shall proceed with courage". They have established their level of commitment.

Wanting Someone Who is Interested in Someone Else:

Caroline Bingley about Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy, "Miss Bingley saw, or suspected, enough to be jealous; and her great anxiety for the recovery of her dear friend Jane received some assistance from her desire of getting rid of Elizabeth." (Pride & Prejudice)

Fanny Price, during the play about Edmund and Mary, "She was full of jealousy and agitation." (Mansfield Park)

Julia about her sister and Henry Crawford, "made even Julia admit, in her jealousy of her sister, the absolute necessity of distrusting his attentions" (Mansfield Park)

Charles Hayter of Captain Wentworth and Henrietta, "It was evident that Charles Hayter was not well inclined towards Captain Wentworth." (Persuasion)

We can assume that Colonel Brandon was jealous of Willoughby (Sense & Sensibility)

Both Colonel Brandon and Fanny Price keep their feelings to themselves. They do not pressure their object of affection or attack rivals. Colonel Brandon is even extremely hesitant to reveal what Willoughby has done to Eliza. Charles Hayter feels jealous of Captain Wentworth and quits the field, which helps Henrietta realize where her true affections lie.

Caroline Bingley and Julia both act out because of their jealousy. Julia sulks and Caroline attacks Elizabeth.

Jealousy as a Means to Realize Feelings:

Mary Crawford realizing that she loves Edmund, "She had, moreover, to contend with one disagreeable emotion entirely new to her—jealousy. His friend Mr. Owen had sisters; he might find them attractive." (Mansfield Park)

Mr. Knightley about Frank and Emma, "On his side, there had been a long-standing jealousy, old as the arrival, or even the expectation, of Frank Churchill.—He had been in love with Emma, and jealous of Frank Churchill, from about the same period, one sentiment having probably enlightened him as to the other. It was his jealousy of Frank Churchill that had taken him from the country." (Emma)

Captain Wentworth of Mr. Elliot and Anne, "Jealousy of Mr Elliot! It was the only intelligible motive. Captain Wentworth jealous of her affection!" (Persuasion)

These feelings are mostly presented as morally neutral. Mary Crawford takes no action against the Miss Owens, she just becomes more friendly to Edmund. Mr. Knightley does speak against Frank to Emma, but Emma disagrees with him about it. Captain Wentworth leaves when jealous, but does not impose his feelings upon Anne.

Other:

Emma supposes that Jane was jealous of her, but that's not completely clear from Jane's perspective, "No doubt it had been from jealousy.—In Jane’s eyes she had been a rival" (Emma)

Mrs. Elton jokes that Mr. Elton will be jealous because Mr. Woodhouse is so complimentary (Emma)

Mrs. Bennet is jealous of Charlotte Lucas's eventual position as the future mistress of Longbourn (Pride & Prejudice)

What You Don't See: No Austen hero displays possessive jealousy, like forbidding a heroine from seeing a male friend or dancing with other men at a ball. No male friendships are curtailed or challenged, which can be a common romance trope.

I ignored mentions of jealousy that didn't really relate to interpersonal relationships

Conclusion: Jane Austen shows a lot of healthy and unhealthy jealousy and reactions to it. Mr. Rushworth is stupid for ignoring that his fiance was in love with someone else, but Lucy attacking Elinor because Edward loved her was also wrong. Several main characters feel jealousy because their object of affection loves another, but they do not impose those feelings on others. Jealousy can help a person realize their true feelings. Establishing commitment can also be a healthy thing to do.

#jealousy #jane austen #meta #all the novels #I don't want to tag them all...#emma #mansfield park #pride and prejudice #sense and sensibility #northanger abbey #persuasion

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violettaskies · 1 year

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To Share A Kiss The Devil Has Known

(ch. 1)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x you // Eddie Munson x f!reader // perv!Eddie Munson x innocent!reader

Genre: romance, mild smut, Catholic trauma, religious trauma, friends to lovers, slow burn

Notes: this will have a three installments // this chapter is just the intro honestly lol so sorry if it’s boring build up // Eddie is kinda pervy lol // he’s kinda dark but also not // i tried to write him to be as much of a consent king as possible

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // talks of religion, reader goes to confession and her priest is a little mean with his words (at the beginning), slight manipulation, pillow humping, humping, first times, dacryphilia, corruption kink, praise kink // masturbation //please let me know if there should be more added, thank you!

ao3 // chapter two // chapter three // masterlist // series masterlist

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Every other Sunday was for confession. While other members of the family went on Wednesdays or Saturdays, you always chose Sundays since it would start the week off on a clean slate.

Not that there was much to confess about. Oftentimes, you would walk from your house to the church a few hours after mass ended, maybe feeling a bit guilty about your thoughts, rarely was it ever your actions. One day, you came in to tell the priest about how angry you got at your parents when they grounded you for accidentally falling asleep in church. You didn’t lash out at them, of course; but, you did curse them in your head — not honouring thy father and mother very well.

Then there was an instance three years ago at the homecoming dance. One girl had on the most beautiful baby blue dress you had ever seen, while you were stuck with a hand-me-down gown of the same colour. You prayed aloud that night in front of your bed, that you would one day have the opportunity to wear a dress as nice as hers. But the prayer backfired when your mother overheard, then told you to march to the church the following morning to confess how you broke the tenth commandment of coveting thy neighbour’s goods.

As a whole, you thought there were never any major moments in your life where you sinned gravely. That was until you went to your friend’s house for Bible study on Saturday night. She hosted it weekly, and invited all the kids from school. Needless to say, only a handful of people appeared. Not that it wasn’t fun, the six of you would always spend a few hours going over passages, and then eat a nice dinner afterwards. Truly, you looked forward to it since there weren’t other things you were invited to in town.

So when this past Saturday rolled around where the first epistle to the Corinthians was read, specifically the sixth chapter and eighteenth verse — your group started to analyze it as normal. But, little did you know that this was the day your heart would drop the hardest it ever has.

‘The sexually immoral person sins against their own body,’ the people in the room repeated the verse over and over, like a chant taunting you and your actions.

It was the first time you walked into the confessional on a Sunday afternoon with shaky legs and an intensely beating heart. You told the priest what you told your friend, trying to rid yourself of the sins you unknowingly committed. But he stopped you, his voice only getting louder as he gave you guidance on your next steps. ‘Stop doing that,’ he said, ‘God may not be so quick to forgive you if you give into the Devil’s temptations so often.’ Then after he assigned you a penance of five Hail Marys and going through the rosary twice, you were gone.

All you could think as you took your first steps outside, were words that should never cross your mind. Not now, not ever.

If sinning is so bad, then why does it feel so good?

-:-:-:-:-

As the day ended, and a new week of school began — your guilt never went away. Teasing you from the back of your subconscious as you walked home, ate dinner, and failed at doing some homework that was due a few days later.

It had been three days since the last time you unknowingly sinned, two days since you found out what it was, and one day since the priest’s voice scared you to the point of no return. Everything affected you gravely, that even once you walked into school Monday morning, the noises from the other students became a muffled and chaotic mess in your ears. So much so, that as you were shakily getting things out of your locker, you didn’t even notice movement from the one next to yours.

“You look stressed, sweetheart.” The voice startled you, only amplifying your inner-guilt, since you spent the past few moments focusing on shutting the voices up in your head, rather than greeting your favourite locker neighbour.

But what made you feel guiltiest of all, was that he is the one who inspired these sins of yours.

The throbbing ache between your legs felt good, and the way your pillow helped relieve that ache felt even better. If you were able to feel this level of delight every night, then why not think of someone who made you feel the same way? — the question plagued your mind nightly, during the moments you were oblivious to committing a sin.

Little did you know that it was truly sexual in meaning.

There was only one person who made you feel equally as amazing with their words and actions. Your locker neighbour to the right, Eddie Munson.

Several moments replayed in your head. Like the time he kept calling you ‘pretty girl’ because you decided to wear a skirt on the first day of Spring. Then, you remember how his calloused fingers felt when they were so close to your face after he brushed your hair from your neck; making sure to linger on your sensitive skin before mentioning how beautiful the silver crucifix looked on you. There were so many times after that too. From his deep voice whispering in your ear to ask if you needed a ride home while you both were in study hall; to his arms wrapping a sweater around your shoulders during lunch when the school’s heater broke. The Hawkins townspeople claimed him as a spawn of the Devil, but you named him as the only true friend you had. The only person to make the butterflies in your stomach tingle every time he spoke to you.

“I-I’m not, it’s just I can see now why Mondays aren’t people’s favourite,” you responded, still staring into the vastness of your locker. Thinking about how your start to the week wasn't so great as it usually is.

Eddie had opened the metal door completely, removing the barrier between the two of you. “But, Mondays are always your favourite because you get to see me after a painstakingly long forty-eight hours,” he pouted while trying to get you to giggle at his dramatics.

It worked.

“Well, I normally see you around the fourth period. This is the earliest you’ve been at school for a while.”

“Mondays are the worst because my homeroom teacher loves putting tests at the buttcrack of dawn,” Eddie groaned, while holding up the notes you loaned him at the beginning of the year since you already took the biology course before.

“Well, good luck, I’m gonna go—” no matter how much you loved talking to him, and how warm he made you feel, Eddie was part of your current predicament. So seeing him now made your heart ache in the worst way.

As you went to grab the locker door to close it, Eddie lightly grabbed your wrist. “I saw you leaving the church yesterday. You looked so,” he paused, moving his head downwards to meet you at eye-level, before continuing. “Sad, you looked so sad. I even called out your name a few times so I could give you a ride home, but you kept walking, so I assumed you didn’t hear me.”

So it was the Devil’s spawn shouting your name as you made your way home; not the Devil himself making you feel guilty for your actions. It was just your friend who wanted to look out for you.

Eddie continued: “or maybe you’re ignoring me,” he pouted with feign-sadness.

“Oh, uh-uhm it was just a really tiring day and I guess the voices in my head were too loud,” it was only partially a lie.

“If something’s bothering you—”

“Nothing’s bothering me, honestly,” this one was a lie, and it came out a bit too easily. But all you could focus on now was the feeling of Eddie’s thumb stroking small circles on the soft skin of your wrist.

He looked you up and down suspiciously before saying, “you know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I do.”

“So whatever is going through your mind, let me know. Who am I to judge anyways?” He winked before letting go of your wrist.

You nodded, seriously contemplating if you wanted to have a confessional with your little Devil. Just as you stared at him with eyes full of conflict, the bell rang. Instead of responding, you softly said your farewell. “Anyways, see you later during fourth period, if you decide to come again.”

It was the only class Eddie had a perfect attendance score in, but he would never let you know that you’re the reason why.

-:-:-:-:-

By the time English class rolled along, you didn’t realize just how much your body was moving itself robotically. Going through the movements you’ve been so used to doing for the years you’ve been in high school. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, thankfully. First period was a calculus lesson, history happened afterwards with a lecture on the French Revolution, then a substitute showed up for geography during third period so that was a boring class. All throughout those hours, you kept quiet; because the wrath of the Angel on your shoulder, condemning you for your sins, was becoming far too much. To even think about answering questions the teachers asked was mentally exhausting.

It all came to a peak once you sat on your chair for fourth period English — the only class you had with Eddie this semester, and of course, the only class everyone sat at long desks that held two people. As you looked out the window to the dark blue skies of Autumn, your conscience kept telling you to be careful. You were about to sit next to the boy who amplified your senses as you sinned. Goodness knows how he’ll react to the news if you told him.

What would he think if he found out you think about his hands helping guide your hips nightly, or his voice telling you ‘you’re so beautiful’ when you finally find the climax of your relief, or his lips kissing your —

“You’re still so tense,” the voice brought you out of your haze for the second time today. But this time, Eddie’s warm hand was on the top of your left thigh; the set of thighs you unknowingly went from bouncing one second to squeezing together the next.

“Just tired, maybe I’ll nap when I get home,” you sighed. Truly, it has been three days since the bane of your guilt was committed. You could barely sleep now that you’ve stopped doing your nightly routine.

“Take a nap in my van, I have cute pillows in there,” he scrunched his nose as he teased you, then released your thigh to stretch his arms in the air.

Thinking of how your class went to the zoo for a field trip once, and Eddie found the scariest-looking bats cute, you replied sweetly: “your definition of cute is not really the same as mine.”

“But, I think you’re cute, don’t you?” Eddie loved to make you blush with his not-so-suave comments. Said it was practice for whenever he goes to the bars and flirts with girls there. But he never was able to make them flustered in the way you always were.

You saw the teacher walk into class in your peripheral vision, and prayed that would mean you didn’t need to talk to your locker and desk neighbour for the next three quarters of an hour. “I’m not,” you shyly say while looking away from The Dealer completely.

“You’re such a good girl too,” his voice was deeper than normal.

He was wrong. So wrong. The guilt in your heart only deepens as his words echo in your ear, along with the voices of your priest telling you need to repent for your sins. If this day couldn’t have gotten any worse, of course the muse of your sinful thoughts believes you’re a good girl when you aren’t.

“I-I’m—” your words are saved by the bell and your teacher’s voice which booms through the classroom. You thought you were safe, thought that until lunch you could get away with not looking at the boy who makes you unknowingly rub your legs together. But no, the day that was going downhill, just hit rock bottom.

“This class is a bit different, it will be a work period since I’m assigning you a small project due Wednesday. That’s not a lot of time, so today will be a work period then tomorrow we will have a lesson. I hope that you all can get the project finished after school over the next couple days.”

Doing a small project wouldn't be so bad, would it? The curiousity sat in your brain momentarily before your thoughts went haywire. The teacher paired you off, specifically with the people you were sitting next to, where each duo would need to analyze and present a different chapter of The Picture of Dorian Gray. So after a beat of silence once the teacher’s explanation was over, the class erupted in murmured voices and squeaky chairs. But you couldn’t get yourself to move to face your project partner.

“Don’t kill me but, we may need to finish this tonight because tomorrow—”

“You have your g-gig, I remember,” spreading out your time with Eddie would have helped your intensifying sinful thoughts subside. At least until you got over your bad habit. But now, you both had to do this for your grades — mainly his — so there was no time to lose. Maybe this could be a positive distraction.

“How about we work on it today right after school so we can get it over with?” he suggests.

“Alright, I guess skipping band practice one time wouldn’t be so bad,” you start shaking your left leg again. If you were a sinner, why not fall down the path of delinquency — your tendency to accept defeat a little too quickly, and then spiral, was catching up to you now.

Eddie notices, and touches your thigh again to calm you down like he has so many times before, even a few minutes ago. Although now, you move your leg away from his grip. “No, no, no, you go be a good girl and head to band practice, then I’ll pick you up afterwards and we'll run to the library,” he says trying not to sound disappointed that you backed away from his touch.

“I’ll finish probably a little after half-past three today since there’s only one song to practice,” you state while opening the book to the assigned chapter. “What will you do while you wait?”

“Oh, you know, maybe do some buying and selling,” The Dealer says nonchalantly.

“Shopping?” you ask innocently.

“Of sorts,” he mimes the act of smoking a joint in your direction, and you look at him curiously before understanding what he meant. You remember your father telling you it’s not a good idea to be friends with your locker neighbour because he’s a sinner who does the Devil’s drugs.

Guess he rubbed off on you, while you rubbed off on something else.

The pang of guilt hit you again. Like a stab to the heart from God himself. Tonight, you’ll do penance until you sleep, before the Devil on your shoulder tells you to commit your sinfully bad habit again. “R-right,” you say quietly. “Let’s get started then, you have to stay focused, Eddie, do you promise?”

“Pinky promise, my dear,” he grabs your fingers that are so much smaller than his, and hooks his pinky onto yours. “Only if you promise to focus too. You’ve been zoning out all day long. When you walk from class to class it looks like you’re constantly about to puke.”

“I do not,” you say in a defiant whisper.

“So do,” he teases. “Listen, if I promise to stay focused the entire time while we try and finish this project, you’re gonna tell me why you’re acting this way. It’s worrying me.”

You pause, looking at Eddie’s weirdly mischievous eyes as he starts to rub the bottom of your back. “There’s nothing really bothering me, though.”

“You’re lying, aren’t you, pretty girl?” his fingers started circling in a pattern that brought pleasurable shivers up your spine. After years of giving you featherlight touches — because that’s what friends do, he said one day — he knew exactly where to grasp your body to make you relax.

“Let me think about it,” you slightly give in. However, you can’t get yourself to admit, again, how badly you want to confess your sins to the one who inspired them.

He notices how you started to squeeze your thighs together again during this class. “That’s all I ask,” Eddie chuckles before moving his hands to your waist to move your body closer to himself. “Now, don’t kill me again, but I didn’t read the chapter. Or the book, so,” he elongated the last word while looking at you with feign-innocence with his doe eyes and pursed lips.

One thing you unknowingly did admit, was just how easily you were able to fall for his manipulative ways.

-:-:-:-:-

As Eddie waited in his van for you to come out of band practice, all he could think about was how strange you’ve been acting throughout the day. You were always one to talk to him in shy tones as he would talk your ear off in any given conversation. Today was different though, and he wasn’t able to place a finger on it. What hurt him most was when you reacted to his touch by moving your leg away — a move you haven’t done in the years you had gotten used to his touch. Then, you didn’t join him for lunch like you did every Monday and Friday, since the other days you would be asked to join the band or church group tables.

Something was off, and Eddie feels like it has something to with the downcast image of you walking through Hawkins on Sunday afternoon. Today, he was going to figure it out.

Ever since the man found out his locker was next to yours on the first day of Freshman year, The Dealer became obsessed with you. Not that you noticed him often — Eddie was notorious for skipping class so much that even though you went to your locker between every class, you would only see him once a day during that year of high school. However, he definitely noticed you: your shyness, the way you kept your head down as you roamed the hallways to the next period, and how you had a tendency of jumping a little every time you closed your locker and saw him standing there at his.

The small silver crucifix that was dangling on your neck was the icing on the cake for Eddie. Realizing then, that you were an innocent Angel who went to Bible study and mass every week. While he could only ask God why He put him in such a shitty place with even shittier parents.

Your innocence astounded him — like when people would joke around about how you didn’t know what sex was, all you would do is blush; or how one time a Senior basketball player walked up to your locker and invited you on a date. He was infamous for keeping a list of all the girls he took the virginities of, and you were his next target. The only thing you did though, was thank him and tell him that Bible study was scheduled to be a long one this week so you would rather go to that.

Something possessive leaped out of Eddie that day as he overheard the conversation from behind the metal door. He had to have you, had to know what it was like to roam your mind. He would do anything to make sure you were his.

So he did. Slowly, as the days passed, he would start talking to you more, trying to get you out of your little shell. You were so quiet that sometimes he would need to get close to your figure as you spoke — not that he minded of course. Eddie genuinely did love your innocence and how you didn’t even realize that he was being a flirtatious pervert when he complimented you. That every time he mentioned you were wearing something nice that day, he would go home and picture fucking you in only that piece of clothing or jewelry. His favourite, being the image of you wearing only that tiny silver crucifix you both loved so much.

Then there were the touches you had grown accustomed to. Eddie would invite you to sit with him during lunch — where he would lightly touch your fingers as he went to steal a fry off your tray. Afterwards, he would take his perverted compliments further, by straightening out the fabric of your skirt or shirt collar for you even if it just came from the dry cleaners. The Dealer would do anything to have an excuse to caress your skin for one moment.

You had asked him one day when you had visited his home to watch a movie: “you touch me a lot, why?”

“Do you not like it? Sorry, I just really enjoy—” if he wasn’t already worried about the fact that you were in his trailer for the first time, his heart dropped at the thought that you might hate him for his touch.

“No,” you would never want to make Eddie feel guilty for his actions. Youth group lessons taught you better than that, since it was only right to be accepting of everyone. “What I mean is, I don’t see many other friends do that with each other and I feel bad for them.”

It was his turn to be curious now. “What do you mean?”

“Your touches are nice, Eddie, so soft and sweet. I wish that all people would feel as nice as this with their friends too.” Look at you being charitable with your experiences — when these touches were only meant for you.

“That’s what friends do, they find ways to make their friends feel good.”

“Do you want me to do it for you too?” you reach out to touch his shoulder awkwardly, but you weren’t one to enjoy touching other people yourself.

“Not if you don’t want to. You make me feel good by being there for me when I need it. While I do the same for you, when you need someone to support you,” it’s true; even through all his indecent intentions, Eddie truly found an innocent and friendly warmth within himself for you, besides his love of wanting to be more than friends.

You look at him with sweet eyes to innocently ask the next question. “Then may you please rub my back like you do sometimes? It makes my heartbeat calm down and this movie is scary.”

“Of course, Angel,” it was right then, Eddie realized how much he loved it when you were needy.

“I wish I could have you do this whenever my cousins want to watch horror movies with me. Honestly, my parents don’t even know I’m here. But I just like your tou–”

“Tsk tsk, so naughty. Where do they think you are?”

“Am not,” you exclaimed and Eddie could tell your heart was beating a lot faster than before so he started to rub sweet circles on your back. “Plus, they think I’m watching a movie at a friend’s house, just don’t know who. It’s not a lie. I’m still a good girl.”

“Yes, you are,” he proclaimed deeply, realizing his rebel tendencies have inspired you. While you nearly moaned as your heartbeat stabilized, his touch and his voice made you feel so much better.

When Eddie was home alone that night, he couldn’t stop replaying the small whimpers of yours he memorized. If it was the hormones, or your innocent eagerness to be alone with him and let him touch you — he would never know which one he loved more.

Eddie was a sinner, he knew that, and was able to empower himself with the label. No matter how many times people around Hawkins would rebuke him as the Devil, or how often he would get stares from kids at school as he started to talk to you more: none of it phased him. What he loved most about you was how easily your innocence became obliviousness when it came to his sins – that you would hear about them and refuse to believe he was such a bad person because he was always so nice to you. Eddie couldn’t seem to understand why.

What he did understand though, was that his biggest sin was that every damn day of his life he was on the path of no return when it came to wanting to corrupt your virtue. To make all of his fantasies become a reality as he wanted to slowly make you addicted to him.

Did you figure it out? Is that why you were so awkward with him throughout the day? Why did you beg for his familiar touch in his memories, but pull away today?

Eddie’s mind moved at a million miles a minute, unsure of what was going on. But one thing was for sure: he was going to find out exactly what was hurting you, and he was going to do everything in his power to relieve that pain.

A small tap on the driver door window brought him out of his overstimulated thoughts. “Are you ready to go?” Your voice was muffled by the barrier, but Eddie was able to hear you before nodding.

He chuckled at your tendency to knock everywhere before you entered. Even with the van, you never approached it first unless he was already in it, or opened the door for you — that was mainly because The Dealer wanted to have some semblance of being a gentleman to you, even if he took that opportunity to touch your back to guide you into your seat.

“So the library?” Eddie asked as he watched you put your bag on the floor and straighten your skirt in the seat, not looking him in the eye as you respond.

“Y-yeah, it probably won’t be crowded since it’s a Monday.”

You were wrong, so wrong. It looks like all of the English teachers assigned similar group projects to their classes, since the library was filled to the brim with students from all grades cooped up at tables. You started to get nervous, the library was going to be your saving grace as you worked on this project.

“Should we go to my place?” He asked while tugging on the strap of your backpack lightly to get your attention.

“No,” you exclaimed a little too loudly, shocking Eddie a bit. “We can j-just go to mine instead.”

If you two finished the tasks at his trailer, then you felt as if it was walking into the Devil’s lair — a place where Eddie sinned like your parents said he did. The memories of the times your friend made you feel warm were enough to commit your treacherous acts; goodness knows how you’ll be when you’re in a room where everything is him.

While bringing the Devil reincarnate into your home wasn’t the best idea, your house had your Bible and other religious paraphernalia to protect you from giving into temptation. But, that’s also the place where you committed your unknowing sin, night after night — you thought.

These conflicting thoughts were about to be the death of you, as long as the annoying throbbing between your legs and Eddie’s teasingly sinister voice didn’t get you first.

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Red, White and Royal Blue fic rec part 2 (part 1)

*Note: I have a lot of unfinished fics in my subscriptions but since there are over 120+ fics there from other fandoms too I won’t be able to add those, when they are finished I’ll do another post in the future!

*Also couldn't find some of these writers here on tumblr, if you know tell me and I’ll add their @ beside it!

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mischiefmanaged71 · 1 year

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can I request a grumpy x sunshine trope with tom bennett, where reader is the sunshine one and tom is the grumpy one? thank you so much! I adore your work to death ❤️

midnight rain

Summary: She was sunshine, he was midnight rain.

Where the grumpy flirt next door meets sunshine who knows just how to deal with him.

A/N: Immediately went into the works! I love this trope! The way I immediately jumped right into this and finished it so quickly. The ideas write themselves xx

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem! Reader

Tom noticed her from the first glance. He recognised the lost look in her eyes as she scanned the street with confusion twisting her delicate features. He appreciated the beauty for a second, then his better judgement escaped him and he waved a hand to grab her attention.

“Lost?”

Her head flickered upward and he withheld a chuckle at the doe-eyed look. “What?”

“You lost? You’re wandering about, is all.” Tom noted with a hand, waving the cigarette in his hand as he leaned against the wall.

She felt her face flush, stepping toward the blonde. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I can find the post office?”

“You’re about a block down.” he gestured to the right far end of the street. His right, that is.

“Thanks.” she smiled, shying away from his upturned smile.

“You new in town?”

“What gave me away?”

His lips turned upward, “Well you don’t talk like you’re from here, for one.”

She mustered a sheepish smile at that, nodding her head.

“Town’s pretty small. Everyone knows everyone. Besides, I’d remember you.”

A laugh escaped her mouth as she titled her head at the remark. “Should’ve seen that coming. Yeah, I’m actually looking for a place. New job, and all.”

“Where at?”

“St Mary’s hospital. I’m a nurse.”

He hummed, “Ah, so I know where to go if I ever get into trouble.”

“Is that a frequent thing?”

“Trouble follows me, it seems.” he mused, a puff of smoke falling from his lips. “At least that’s what I’ve heard.”

“That’s not very nice.” she stated, catching as he raised his eyebrows at her. “Of people. To talk about you like that.”

He shrugged, a knowing look behind his eyes. “What if it’s true?”

“I like to think everyone has a reason for their actions. You can’t make assumptions about a person based on gossip.”

A puff released from his mouth as he regarded the curious woman, intrigued by her optimistic persona. “I suppose. And what do you think?”

“Far too early to assume anything.” she concluded, flickering to meet his eyes. Y/N raised her eyebrows. “What do they call you?”

“Well, I’ve been called many things.” he huffed, extending his hand.

She blinked before accepting the hand, her smaller one engulfed by his. His touch was warm and gentle as he grasped her hand and shook it. “Tom is what I prefer.”

And she smiled, giving her name in return as they forgot to let go.

***

It was a few weeks later when Y/N finally settled into the flat she was able to rent at an affordable price. On her day off, she decided to bake and share the sweets with her new neighbours next door, having seen the young woman living in the house. Making friends in a new place was always difficult, but the young lady looked around her age so it would hopefully be easier with a gesture.

She turned up to their doorstep, gift in hand and knocked gently on the door. Y/N teetered on her feet, anxiously awaiting an answer before the door opened. She wore a smile, expecting the young lady to open the door. To her better surprise, she met a pair of blue eye and that golden blonde hair. Her eyes widened slightly, heart skipping a beat at the proximity of her standing so close to the gentleman. She felt herself pause for a moment before she finally registered that he spoke.

“Hi.” she managed.

“Hello.” he wore that distinct smirk, his eyes creasing slightly. “Back again.”

“Yeah. I-I actually just moved in.” she gestured to the flat next door.

Tom leaned against the doorway. “We’re neighbours, are we? Was that intentional or?”

“No-coincidence. In fact, my uncle recommended it. He used to live ‘round here before he moved for work.”

Tom nodded, glancing at her hands. “What’s that?”

“Oh, I thought you and your family would appreciate some sweets.” she smiled, handing him the plate.

He glanced between her and the plate, inhaling the scent of the chocolate. “You didn’t need an excuse to drop by. You could’ve asked.”

“It wasn’t.” she replied. “I enjoy baking. Besides, I can’t eat it all myself anyway.”

He nodded, “What other sweet things do you do?”

“What do you mean?”

Tom chuckled, “I mean the whole sunshine act. You smile all the time, your nice, and you bake. Is that all the time or are you just sweet with me?”

Y/N furrowed her brows, staring at him. “I guess I’ve always been like this.”

She leaned closer, “And no, it’s not for you. I try to be kind to everyone. To treat people with kindness and receive it back.”

From the huff that escaped his mouth, she studied Tom closer. “What? You don’t believe that?”

“No, because people will screw you over. Every chance. Unless they want something, of course.”

“Not everything is fake. Some people are actually genuine.” she retorted. “Like how you helped me the other day, right?”

“Sure, but that’s not generally how people are.”

“Like how you try to act all suave and closed off?”

“I’m don’t try to put on anything.”

Y/N hummed, “Telling. What do you even do for fun around here?”

“There’s lots to do. I can show you.” he leaned closer.

“And there it is again.” she mused, a smile on her face. She flushed under his stare, flickering away from his handsome smirk. “Do you ever smile or is that smirk permanent?”

His eyes softened, flickering from her eyes to her lips. “You're always blushing all the time...it's almost cute."

"And are you really this smug 24/7?"

"Smug?" he scoffed, shaking his head. "I'm not smug.”

She smiled up at him, “No. You’re just grumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy. Not everyone can smile that much. Well, maybe except for you."

She shrugged, "Guess not."

***

Tom had told her he was trouble from the first moment, and while she agreed to some degree that he was mischief incarnate. He had tendencies that meant he lived on impulsive decisions which got him into trouble sometimes, but he mostly meant well. He was a good person with certainly some misguided intentions when it came to priorities.

Although, when it came to her, Tom was a grumpy blessing in disguise. He was a welcome sight at her doorstep after a long shift at the hospital, offering company and relief from her stress. He was always quick witted, managing to bring a smile to her tired self on any occasion, to which she was grateful.

Over coming months, Tom and the Bennett family became a regular part of her life as she became accustomed to their own household. Douglas and Lois came to know her through her regular visits which turned into dinners- not to forget the drop in visits before or after work. While Tom didn’t have regular work, he certainly found himself busy with capturing Y/N’s attention when she wasn’t working at the hospital. Both his dad and sister were fine with the idea, given the young lady managed to keep him out of certain trouble with her around. She was always there with a kind smile that contrasted to Tom’s smug smirk and mischief. His dad had remarked that one morning, they were a sight together.

She was anxiously pacing their doorstep that morning when she had received no answer from the Bennett’s house. Of course, she supposed they could be out, but the entire family rarely left. Tom usually was round this time, and they had agreed last week to meet at the time. The figures in the distance brought her attention to the Bennetts, Tom leading the group. Relief filled her until she saw the grievance evident on Mr Bennett’s face. He and Lois greeted her politely, ushering inside, leaving her and Tom outside.

“What happened?” her hands rested on her waist.

“Police came round yesterday.” he replied, “Sorry ‘bout missing our plan.”

She shook her head. “It’s fine. What did you do?”

“What makes you think it was my fault?”

“I can easily ask your dad. He’s just inside.” she tilted her head to the door.

He blinked at her, glancing away as he sighed. “Fine. Something about the other night. I got into somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be.”

She shook her head. “Couldn’t find anything else to do while I’m at work?”

“Well, you take all the fun with you, I’m not left with many options.”

“You’ve got to stop this.” she met his blue eyes, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “How’d you get out anyway?”

A smirk grew on his lips and he shrugged as if it were nothing. “Said I’d join up and they were quick to let me out.”

“You what?” she gasped, her voice dropping. “You said you’d join?”

“I’m not actually going to join up, love.” he stared down at her.

She ignored the flush of her face at that nickname from his lips. “Don’t you think they’ll find out?”

“Not if I’m a conscientious objector. They won’t do anything.” Tom stated, as though he had it all thought out.

“Since when have you been a pacifist?” she asked.

“Bout half hour ago.” his nose scrunched, the smirk floating to his lips.

Y/N shook her head, sighing deeply. “What do I do with you?”

His eyes widened slightly, “Well, I hope you keep me ‘round.”

“So long as you stop this. Gonna give me a heart attack if the police catch you again. Alright? No more visits, otherwise.”

Tom raised his hands, floating closer to her. His warm breath hit her face as he hovered over her, whispering sweetly. "I'll do that just because you asked."

***

The next morning, she hurried out of her flat to head to the Bennetts for the day when Tom greeted her on her doorstep. She caught him as his hand let the front door, surprised at his appearance.

“What’re you doing here?”

“I was just-” he stuttered uncharacteristically, “I-uh need to talk to you. Is that alright?”

She blinked at him, nodding. “Of course. Come inside.”

Y/N noticed the tension in the air. Not the comfortable air that usually surrounded them. The content feeling was replaced by an air of the unknown as she awaited Tom’s explanation.

“Is everything alright?” she glanced over his face, recognising the tension between his furrowed brows. His lips formed a tight line, his blue eyes not meeting her’s until- she held her breath, her eyes burning at the realisation hitting her. The guilty expression reflected in his stare as he opened his mouth. She knew within a moment what would fall from his lips before he spoke.

Please don’t

She begged in her mind, repeating it over again.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.”

Y/N felt gutted all the same, hearing it spoken aloud. A ringing sounded in her ears as she stared at him, studying and memorising every part of his face. She still asked him all the same, not wanting to believe it despite the truth of it.

“What?”

"I have to join up."

For once, he was met with silence, which was somehow more unsettling than the barrage of words his dad had for him.

"What changed?" she asked, her quiet voice loud in the silent flat.

Tom looked at her sadly, clasping his hands. "I don't have a choice. Dad won't put me up with them, and I can't stay. Otherwise..."

Tears welled in her eyes at the realisation, pursing her lips in a tight line. "Do you know how long you'll be gone?"

"No."

Y/N nodded, blinking away the tears as her heart beated faster in her chest. Tom clenched his jaw, pulling her into his arms as a sigh escaped his mouth. "You'd better come back."

“I will. I'll try my best. Can't promise you anything, but-"

"I won't accept anything less than a promise." She met his eyes. "People die every day, but you do whatever you need to get back here."

"I can never say no to you, can I?" he smiled, ducking his head to press against her forehead. "I'll do my best not to break it then."

***

News arrived, but it wasn’t what she was expecting that day. It began with word of the HMS Exeter being attacked. 61 soldiers were killed, 24 were injured and the ship was pulling up back to the shore. A knock sounded at her door, shaking her from the trance she was in.

“You hear?” Lois asked, seeing the pallor of the woman’s face.

Y/N nodded, “He’ll be fine, right? It’s Tom.”

“He’s too stubborn. They’ll have to do worse to stop him from comin’ back.”

Two days later, on her walk home from work, her heart skipped a beat at the familiar blonde standing at her door. He smirked upon seeing her widened eyes.

"I brought you a canary." he held up the cage, placing it on the ledge.

She shook her head and leapt into his arms, clutching onto him as a lifeline. Her eyes fell shut as she withheld those tears.

“Don’t do that to me.” she breathed.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, caressing her head.

Soon enough, she ushered him inside and he discussed all that had happened on the tour. There was a sombre mood that caused her to trip up, recognising the slight change in his demeanour.

“What else happened?”

He flickered to meet her eyes, playing his fingers as they sat on the bed. Tom pursed his lips, shaking off the nerves. “I saw a few mates...they got caught in an explosion. I was the only one to get out unscathed.”

Tom looked up at her from his lowered position on the bed, leaning up on an arm. Her hand darted out to him. “I just-I feel this...guilt.”

“You shouldn’t.” she stated, despite the scoff that he restrained. “You survived. It’s terrible and I’m sorry about your friend. It just means that you need to make the most of what you’ve got.”

His eyes darted down, his voice shaking. “I'm afraid.”

Something shattered in her chest at the fear in his voice. Her hand darted out to push his hair back from his beautiful features, comforting him as he tucked away.

“Dad wants me to go back.”

Her eyes widened, “What’d you tell him?”

“Exactly that...I don’t wanna go back to that. I can’t watch people die. I won’t kill anyone.”

She nodded, listening intently to his words as she felt a part of herself shattering. “Try again. Your dad’s understanding, first. I’ll be here, no matter what you choose. I know you’ll do what’s best.”

"How do you always do that?" he pondered.

She tilted her head, “Do what?"

"Make it easier." Tom sighed, "Everything is...quiet when I'm around you. It's easier with you."

"I'm glad. You could smile more." she chuckled as he tickled her neck.

"Please don't look sad. I can't handle it." Tom pleaded, “Smile for me, so I can remember that image each and every day.”

There is another heartfelt goodbye that evening, and she is left with those same butterflies in her stomach as his touch left.

Two days later on her doorstep is the answer to her question. She held him tighter that day, a whisper of a kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth. She memorises the corners of his face, the warmth of his touch on her skin. The blue of his eyes and the feeling of his soft hair beneath her fingertips. The goodbye brings tears to her eyes that fall, only to meet his soft caresses as her brushed them away.

She bit her lip, mustering a wistful smile for him. A promise fell from her mouth. "I'll be waiting for you."

***

In the end, she hoped that the pain of the previous occasion would be a once off. Listening to the radio each and every morning was a norm in her flat, however, it became a nerve-wrecking moment when the news arrived. The HMS Exeter had, in fact, been performing a rescue mission of British soldiers from the beach at Dunkirk when an attack killed and injured many.

They were awaiting numbers from the Allied forces in France. Tallies of survivors would be relayed when available. At the moment, they were left with only the question of whether their loved ones would be on the lists of the missing, or the deceased. Over the coming weeks, Lois had watched the spiral in her. The dimming light as she failed to bring that smile to her face with the essence of her light gone.

He was the light to reignite that spark in her. And when Tom Bennett returned on her doorstep, her swept Y/N off her feet. The man refused to prolong the moment any further as he pressed his lips to her’s.

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#tom bennett #tom bennett x reader #ewan mitchell #world on fire #aemond #aemond x reader #tom bennett x you

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eleni-cherie · 10 months

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Translation of the Greek in WWDITS s5e4

Hellooo, I'm back! Since y'all enjoyed my last translation I figured I could do another one for the latest episode :)

*Nadja and grandma sitting at the table*

grandma: ela. ela! apo to fourno zestes einai. fae! - come, come! they're warm from the oven. eat! [typical greek grandma lol]

*Nadja introducing Laszlo to the family*

Nadja: yiayia! - grandmother/grandma!

*after Laszlo greeted the dog instead*

Nadja: ohi - no [can't comprehend what she says after that, sorry. either the pronounciation is off or the word just doesn't exist]

hazos - fool/idiot

hazoulis - little fool/idiot [basically the cute/lighter version]

*song Laszlo was singing*

skotose antipaxos - kill antipaxos [the greek isn't grammatically correct here tho, it should be 'skotose tin antipaxos']

*Nadja explaining in the interview what was wrong w the song*

Nadja: nisitha Moggonisi - islet of Moggonisi [the greek is a bit off again, usually you wouldn't add the 'island/islet of' in greek, especially since the name 'Moggonisi' already contains the name 'island']

[Moggonisi is a small greek Island that belongs to Paxos, the neighbouring island of Antipaxos. Paxos is the big island and Antipaxos its small neighbour. Basically Antipaxos means 'opposing Paxos'.]

nisitha Moggonisans - islet Moggonisans [tbh this part confused me a lot, bc she wanted to name their enemies and habitants of that island, so idk why they also added the 'nisitha' in the front. also 'Moggonisans' obviously isn't very greek and rather how an english-speaking person would refer to the inhabitants. The correct greek name for the inhabitants would probably be 'Moggonisii']

*after Laszlo held his monologue*

Nadja: panayia mou - holy Mary [Mary being Jesus' mother, it's an exclamation of surprise or frustration like "oh my God"]

grandma: the to pistevo! - I can't believe it!

ine o vasilias yourounion - it's the king of pigs

irthe o vasilias yourounion - the king of pigs came

[i swear I've never heard of this tale and I extra googled and only found a kids book but the author wasn't greek, so I'm pretty sure they invented that for the show]

it's not that much, bc Nadja & Lazslo were talking over the family, so most parts weren't audible and also sometimes the grammar/pronounciation was just so off, that I simply could not understand it. e.g. when they were throwing food at Laszlo for that song and Nadja yelled something, I listened to it like 20 times and I still don't no what she yelled. it could be 'skotoste auton ton malaka - kill that asshole' but it doesn't really sound like it.. idk sorry

like @FX hire me for actual correct greek dialogues haha

anyway i hope this post still helped a little tho😅

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #nadja #nadja of antipaxos #greek #translation #tv show #wwdits s5 #s5e4

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thesirencult · 9 months

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ICY DIARIES 💎 2 : NEVER JUDGE A BOOK'S ENDING BY ITS FIRST CHAPTER

On this episode of "Icy Diaries" we will explore the dynamic of personal timelines, divine timing and why you shouldn't listen to the "gurus".

Back when I was in highschool I used to share a desk with a girl named Marie. Most people wanted to leave our small hometown and move two hours away, to the big city. Everyone was obsessed with leaving and never coming back until their success could make people jealous on a cliché highschool reunion.

Marie though was different. She decided to stay in our hometown and focus on herself. She was always very overweight and never had a boyfriend. Once we were talking about first kisses and she confessed to me that she had not even held hands with a boy, let alone kissed one.

She also didn't know what career she wanted to follow, even though she was a straight-As student, highly emotionally intelligent and very tech savvy and intelligent.

Marie was a late bloomer.

A few years passed, C*VID hit and I decided to visit my hometown.

I got off the train and I started walking towards my childhood home, thinking of warm cups of cocoa and waffles.

As I turned the corner I saw a long haired brunette in tight gym clothes getting off the passenger side of a Porsche. Her man was holding the door open, waiting for her to get off the car.

Looking my way she smiled and waved. I immediately recognized that warm smile and those caring brown eyes ! It was Marie !!!

Turns out, Marie trusted her path and didn't listen to others around her urging her to go to the big city. She worked part time jobs and started attending an online European university program that she could afford without going into debt. For 4 years she had worked on building lucrative online businesses and had founded several projects along the way, even selling a couple of e-commerce stores and a SaaS web app. She had tried moving to the city and had been accepted to a good school but she didn't want to burden her family. People made fun of her for not leaving the town and said that she was scared to get out of her comfort zone ! Who knew !

One day she decided to hit the gym and she became friends with her mentor (a story for another day) and a guy who went to our middle school but switched to a different highschool. He didn't leave our hometown too. His family owned a business and he decided that he wanted to learn the ins and outs of it to take over at some point. It was a very very lucrative venture. Like in the MILLIONS. I learnt that they were planning on getting married and moving in together in their home.

I would have never imagined these two together, but seeing them now side by side something clicked in me :

It all happens for a reason, at the right time.

The story above, portrays to me the importance of following your heart.

I know that many people tell you to suck it up and go cold. Sometimes we need that. Other times though, we need to trust the journey.

Marie never seemed like the type of person who could build businesses. She kept private. Marie played the game right though.

She didn't go after the BIG city sharks. She opted for her small town boy who kept her satisfied. Because that's what she wanted.

She didn't force it and she made the best she could with the tools she had.

Now she can enjoy her life, just at 25, while other classmates of ours are slaving away in corporate offices to pay off college debt.

That was the right decision for her.

Each one of us is on their personal journey. Your timeline is yours. It's not your mama's, neighbour's or friend's. If you can utilise a cheat code don't make it harder just to feel like a victim.

You won't get a prize for suffering.

After my meeting with Marie I started seeing life differently. I decided that I would never let anyone shame me for my choices. Your inner voice holds the answers, you just need to listen.

I always wanted to follow my passion for astrology and helping people to reach their highest potential. Actually Marie was one of the first people I analysed the chart of. She was super chill and open minded from the start. I'm very happy that she let her light shine to the world, in her own way.

You are a queen and you are always on time 💋

#hypergamyblr #hypergamous #hypergamy #siren energy #seduction #siren #spiritualguidance #spiritualjourney #leveling up #lawofattraction #level up journey #high value woman #high maintenance #high value mindset #high value men #high value dating #self improvement #self development

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vermillion-limerence · 6 months

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Sunny-Omori

Sunny headcanons

I think sunny is a big fan of the golden retriever/Black cat trope

Him obviously being the black cat needs a little sunshine in his life

His name is such an oxymoron and you probably tease him for it

He tends to hover near people he likes whether that be basil,mari or you

Also has his literal cat moments

Will collect things he thinks you would like

It could be a rock,pretty stones,flowers(ty basil)

He'll then present them to you with his normal neutral look on his face with a proud stature

Sees this as normal behaviour

Give some kudos to him,he's trying

Follows you everywhere

Loves laying his head in your lap

Silly pookie 😝

Little picnics with just the two of you

Sunny was pining over you before you guys were dating

Let's say you guys grew up together

Playmates,baths together,birthdays

He's loved you since you guys were like six

I don't think he was ever one of those "ew girls 🤢" type of boy

Boy was swooned the second you two were introduced

Your parents brought you over to your new neighbours house for dinner,you were being welcomed into the neighbourhood.You heard from your mother that they had two kids,a boy around your age and a girl a few years older,your father knocked on the door and all of you were greeted by a woman with mid-length curly hair,a calm smile adorned her face. She introduced herself as Mrs.Suzuki,she led all of you to the living room where her family was patiently.Two kids were standing politely next to their father who was sitting down on the couch.

"And this is my husband,____ Suzuki and my two children,Sunny and Mari,come and say hello." She called out to her offspring.A young boy and girl approached you and your parents,

"It's nice to meet you!" The girl said with a bright smile,holding out her hand to shake.You and your parents shook her hand one by one,although she was lovely,your young childish mind couldn't help but notice the boy behind her,holding onto her shirt and poking his head out from behind her.When you two locked eyes he hid behind his sisters torso.

"Don't be like that sunny,say hi to our new neighbours!" Mari said with a sympathetic smile towards her brother,understanding of his shyness as she nudged him towards your family,moreso you.You decide to take control of the conversation as you stuck your hand out to the boy,lightly grabbing his one into a handshake as you introduced yourself,he still had yet to say anything.He was either shy or just wasn't interested in talking to you.

Sunny had a whole different story going on in his head,admittedly he wasn't particularly interested in meeting new neighbours,no bad blood or anything,his was simply content with how his life was currently.

Until he saw you,it wasn't love at first sight,he just never took into account that he would be around you for years to come.

He lowkey had a "😐😳" moment

His first thought was that you were pretty

Like Alfalfa and Darla from the little rascals

Bro had a wedding planned

He couldn't speak though,despite his innocent attraction he was still pretty shy

He didn't talk to you all dinner,as you were leaving,both of your parents talking and Mari doing god knows what in the pantry,he tapped you on the shoulder and presented you with a singular white chrysanthemum,courtesy of basil.

It had taken you aback seeing as how he hadn't talked so much as looked at you all dinner

It was a surprise to everyone when you were back at their house the next day,hand in hand with sunny,talking his ear off about god knows what,while he listened with the faintest smile on his face and a fuchsia blush on his cheeks

#omori #omori sunny #omori basil #omori mari #sunny x reader

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colourstreakgryffin · 10 months

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Random Hashira Post #6

Massive shoutout to the big brain, @grungeeuvu for this idea! All credit goes to him/her/them/other!

This’ll be set in the Kimetsu Academy world to make my and everybody else’s lives so much easier!

Sleepover with the Hashira

Tokito Muichiro

A sleepover? Please tell him that he got everything— … All his bags are back at his house

Muichiro is probably asleep almost instantly. The Hashira can wake him up but he’s sleeping so peacefully

Muichiro is the type to wear a hoodie with his PJs. Keeps him warm and is comfortable

Muichiro needs to be reminded by Shinobu regularly on how to play the games Mitsuri and Kyojuro set up

Oh, wait. Did Muichiro do his maths homework?

Iguro Obanai

Never had a sleepover in his life so he’s a bit nervous. Especially that it’s being hosted at Mitsuri’s house

Obanai packed a lot of stuff and has to cram his bags in the corner to make space

Of course, Obanai brought Kaburamaru to join in. Gyomei has to fault Obanai for cheating when Kaburamaru presses a button to increase his money in Monopoly

Obanai is actually pretty good at the sleepover games provided. Not the winner but definitely up there

Please don’t let him touch a stove. He’ll burn down the whole kitchen, just let him serve the snacks

Rengoku Kyojuro

Kyojuro loves sleepovers, just like Mitsuri

Kyojuro is totally the type to sleep for days straight so he can stay awake as long as possible for the sleepover

He takes pictures with the Hashira at random times to remember this exciting night and all of the memories tagging along

Kyojuro absolutely was the one who brought a number of the non-provided games the Hashira play

Kyojuro is also the type to let his fellow Hashira win in any activity. It’s not about victory, it’s about having fun!

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Move aside. Sanemi is also doing all the “cursed games” like Bloody Mary and walks out annoyed

Sanemi is one of the two chefs of the Hashira. He makes them all kinds of food for the night then pancakes for the morning

His sleeping bag may or may not be a gift from Genya

Like Kyojuro and Obanai, Sanemi’s quite a night owl so he stays up a bit longer than most of the Hashira

Sanemi is very competitive in the games to the point he gets into arguments

Kocho Shinobu

She knows sleepovers well. Thanks to all of her sisters and her ladies in her home

Shinobu regularly corrects the Hashira on things they do wrong with her smart-assey ways. “Shinazugawa, you put your sleeping bag down wrong. Tokito, you’re not suppose to do that in Twister”

Talks a lot to either Mitsuri or Giyuu about random stuff going on in her life. She doesn’t care if they’re listening or not

Shinobu, like she usually does, enjoys messing with her fellow Hashira by smacking controllers out of their hands

Shinobu is babysitting Muichiro for most of the night and keeping her eyes on him so he won’t wonder off

Himejima Gyomei

Keeps track of the time a lot. Not so he can go to sleep or whatever, but so everybody can know when they ask

Gyomei views sleepovers as a bonding exercise so he was one of the first at Mitsuri’s place. He trusts in Mitsuri’s ability to make the night fun

Gyomei is always the one to take charge(even if he isn’t the host) so he helps move all of the Hashira’s stuff to a safer place

Gyomei is ballsy, he’ll do any dare with no hesitation. It’s not that embarrassing to him since it’s not that important

When it gets too chaotic, he just chants prays under his breath to give everybody here luck to handle the mess

Uzui Tengen

The chaos bringer right here. He has brought along a bag full of dynamite and a DJ set to wake up the neighbours with loud dubstep

Tengen does whatever he wants. He’ll start boxing matches with his fellow to make the night more interesting. He’s a wildcard

Tengen does calm down after having some of the nice non-alcoholic drinks Mitsuri made and getting comfortable on his sleeping bag

But always prepare for a prank. He’ll set them up and start a mini war with Iguro or Shinazugawa

Tengen’s sleeping bag was made by his wives so he values it intently. Nobody can use it but him!

Kanroji Mitsuri

So excited, she can barely keep herself from expressing it. A sleepover with her best friends! This is a dream come true!

Mitsuri overworked herself to prepare for the Hashira coming over. Cleaned her house to a extreme, over-prepared snacks/drinks and organised her room to make enough space. She wants this night to be perfect

Mitsuri is the one who starts the hour-long pillow fight and nearly wins with how hard she swings

You can find her braiding Shinobu or Kyojuro’s hair throughout the night as it calms down

Mitsuri doesn’t want to fall asleep, she wants this to last forever but she does end up conking out a little later after Muichiro

Tomioka Giyuu

Nothing changes with Giyuu. He is there because he has to be but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think the sleepover is fun

Giyuu is the type to double check on his worklife whilst at the sleepover so suspect to see him to be looking over his class notes

He joins in on the games so little and keeps himself cuddled in his sleeping bag, most of the time, that it annoys some of the Hashira

Giyuu is also totally the type to listen to music on his headphones when waiting for Mitsuri’s word

Giyuu is surprisingly competitive, not as bad as Sanemi, but he’ll actually work to try win

Help. I’m ruining out of good Hashira pictures

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Red Ties

Chapter 38

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

Mary flipped off the bathroom light and entered the bedroom, dressed in her white robe and night dress. James was looking gorgeous in the dark sheets of the bed with no shirt on, the light boucning off his radiant chest. His hair was messy and untamed from a spicey evening with Mary. She herself was exhausted, and with every step, she wobbled, trying not to blush at the reason.

but something was on her mind. her apartment. Yet again, she had forgotten to bring up the subject. The subject wasn't even a touchy one or one that would warrant an argument, but she wondered what James's reaction was going to be. Tonight, she wasn't going to miss her chance. It had to be said, and that was the end of it. Mary sat on the bed in front of him, crossing her legs together, and James smirked. He sat up, slowly leaning over to reach for her as if he were going to kiss her, but she quickly interrupted him before he could carry out his desire.

"So there's something I wanted to talk to you about," she said, and he froze, quirking up an eyebrow. It wasn't like him to get nervous about anything, but after his track record lately, he couldn't be too careful.

"Okay," he said with a slight concern in his voice.

"It's nothing serious; don't worry," James said, relaxing back into the pillows as he stared at her.

"It's just that I'm paying for my apartment but not really using it, and I wondered if maybe we could take turns staying here and there. I don't want to waste my money on it.".

"Why don't you move in here with me?" He hurried, as if the answer were so simple. and it was a simple resolution, but Mary hadn't thought about it being one. She had this perceived notion that you could only move in with a boyfriend after at least a year of dating, like she had brainwashed herself into thinking that. Perhaps it was all the girls around here with long-term boyfriends who didn't move in until they were serious. She and James had only been with each other for four months now. Was she ready to move in with him?

"Oh," she said in shock.

"I mean, you're practically here all the time anyway, and my house is bigger and better.".

Jeez, what a way to make her feel better by telling her her apartment is shit. not that he was wrong. His house was three times bigger than her small apartment, and it was a lot nicer here, but that wasn't the point.

"It's just that I'm spending a lot of money on it and don't want to pay for something I'm not using.".

"So move here. We can sell your apartment, get someone else to rent it, and you can move in here with me," he suggested. A smirk came upon his lips as he rose up from the pillows again.

"Besides, I don't think your apartment has enough room for what we do in here," he murmured softly, and Mary blushed. What he meant was that her room wasn't big enough for elaborate bondage scenes or her bed long enough for him to lick her pussycat to death all night and have her screaming his name. His gear was all neatly organised in the secret closet, and she was certain her neighbours would not appreciate hearing her scream and shout 'Yes, sir' while James flogged her.

Mary thought about it for a bit. It wasn't a bad idea, but something was holding her back. Was it because she was scared to move in and nervous to find out more secrets about him? He was right that she practically spent every night here now, as if she already lived here.

"Move in with me; I want you here all the time," he whispered as he towered over her, and Mary glanced up at him with her bright eyes.

"I'll think about it," she answered, which meant she had a couple days to decide her final answer. James cupped her face in his large hands and kissed her gently in the silence of the room. Mary moaned into the kiss, and he pulled back.

"Actually, there's something I wanted to ask you." He said it with a smirk on the corner of his lips. It was Mary's turn to raise her brow at his question.

"I want to take you to vanilla," he said. His club was the place where big, powerful men came to dominate or be dominated by beautiful women and pay hundreds to thousands of dollars worth of money for it. The club he had started up with an ex-partner and dear friend of his. The place where he was most comfortable.

"That's your club, right?" she asked.

"Yes," he nodded. He and Mary had done a few scenes now, as he liked to call them, and he wanted to bring her to vanilla, not just to completely dominate her but to show her who he was and where he could let out his frustrations. She seemed comfortable with this one side of him, and he didn't want to keep his business away from her. She had every right to see and know all about it.

"To do what?" She asked softly, and James chuckled under his breath, still cupping her face. He ran the tip of his nose across hers, his warm breath tickling her lips.

"Anything I like," he whispered darkly, and Mary let out a soft moan.

"Don't worry, it's not some skanky brothel; it's much more sophisticated than that," he assured her, and she wouldn't be disappointed. After her drunken confession to him about how much she enjoyed his dominance over her, he was going to take every advantage of that.

"Okay," she answered, more quickly than she would have liked, but the grin on James's face said everything. She was curious and nervous, but it was a good type of nervousness—an excited nervousness. James tugged her forward into his lap, throwing her into the bed and earning a playful squeal from Mary as he attacked her.

Mary finished her shift of independent work. She had quickly hopped back to her apartment to freshen up and dress in a tight white dress and small kitten heels, her hair bouncy and soft with a light layer of makeup. Sometimes she hardly recognises herself in the mirror, no matter how much effort she puts in. Tonight, she was meeting James at Vanilla. He had important business to attend to, and he would have picked her up if he could.

Mary didn't mind meeting him there; at least she had an escape plan if it was all too much for her, but she kept saying to herself that it wasn't going to be like that. She spritzed her perfume on before running out of her apartment, leaving it a complete tip, and heding down to her car. Her stomach was a sea of nerves and excitement, and the closer she got to the address,the more she felt a little sick to her stomach.

Driving up the long driveway, she was surprised to see what looked like a six-star hotel from the front. Beautiful stone steps lead up to the front doors of the high building, which has many windows. Outside stood two smartly dressed men that looked like valet parking, and upon arriving at the front doors, they immediately sprung to her, opening the door and offering their hands.

"Welcome, Miss. Would you like me to park your car?" one said politely as she stumbled out, completely fazed by the beautiful building in front of her. marbels of cream, white, and brown, where the colour story of the buidling and warm lights flooded both the outside and inside.

"Oh, um, yes, please," she stuttered, and the man nodded poletly before slipping into her car and whisking it away. Well, there goes her escape plan. Mary held her small clutch bag close to her as she walked up the steps to the revolving doors leading inside. It was huge. The reception looked just like a fancy hotel, wide with a long desk at the back.

Bright, warm lights illuminated the lower floor, and the decor was gold, black, and white with glass tables and marble statues. A soft scent was in the air, not too overpowering to distract. It was quiet except for soft music playing over hidden speakers, and as she neared the large desk, she noticed a bar off to the side. much darker than the reception, and it only showered the front bar with a couple of stools.

Two men dressed in fancy suits were sitting at the bar, slugging down expensive whisky and laughing more loudly than she liked. James was right when he said this place was suspicious. Perhaps it was a cover to stop people from knowing what it really was. But it didn't seem like James wanted to keep this place hidden or unknown. He just wanted a classy place to offer this service and not let it be treated like a brothel.

The desk was empty, and Mary waited a while, staring around the beautiful lower floor. If this floor was stunning, then she wondered how stunning the other floors were. But then again, this was no ordinary hotel, so most likely the rooms weren't going to be your average staycation room.

"Can I help you?" she whisked around as a voice appeared behind her. A tall girl stood behind the desk. Dark red hair in big, bouncy waves ran down her shoulders, and dark makeup surrounded her eyes with thick eyeliner and lashes. She wore a skimpy dark brown dress in leather that hugged her body. She must be an employee.

"Oh, um, I'm here to meet James," Mary said innocently, and the girl stared at her for a moment before plastering on a smile.

"Oh, you must be her," she replied, leaning on the desk with her arms spread wide and her long nails tapping on the countertop. Mary blinks in confusion at her choice of words.

"Her?" she asked, and the woman giggled.

"I'm Natalie," she said, holding her hand out to shake Mary's, who at first thought it was a little strange, but out of politeness, she took it anyway.

"Nice to meet you," Mary started, but was rudely cut off by her.

"So obviously, this is your first time here, so you'll need to sign the book." She pulled out a large book and flipped to the most recent page, and Mary was quite confused.

"Oh, okay." She didn't want to question anything because, as Natalie had said, it was her first time here.

"Just sign here; it's a legal thing, you know." Her voice was very patronising, and Mary held back her tongue.

"Okay," she said, giving a tight smile to Natalie, who hummed and snapped the book shut.

"So I'm guessing you're his new sub," Natalie said, and Mary took a step back.

"Um, no, I'm not his sub," she stammered.

"Oh, come on, you can tell me, we are all the same here. Did he tell you I was his original sub here?" Natalie pointed to herself with furrowed brows. Oh, so that's why she was being so cold to her.

"No, he didn't," Mary admitted softly.

"Oh, well, I was. He used to come over, like, four times a week, to fuck me. He didn't ask for anyone else but me, you know?" She smirked at Mary as if she were trying to rub this information in her face, and she wasn't quite sure how to respond. The Christian thing to do would be a polite nod, but her little demon side wanted to pounce out and shut this girl up. It wasn't the best feeling in the world standing across from your boyfriend's ex while they tell you all about the times they used to fuck and do kinky shit.

"Then he stopped seeing me because he met someone else; I'm guessing that's you." Natalie spat at Mary with deadly eyes, and Mary scoffed a little.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." She was trying to deflate the conversation, but Natalie had already built up a fire inside her that was waiting to be breathed out.

"Look, just because you're new, small, and fun doesn't mean you have the right to come walking in here. I had him first. I bet he didn't even tell you about the things we used to do together. In fact, he'll probably ditch you in a month or two and come running back to me. I was the only girl who could satisfy his needs, and I don't need you coming here and fucking that up." Natalie stormed around the desk, getting closer and closer to Mary, almost towering over her in her high heels.

Where the fuck did this come from? All Mary did was walk to the front desk, hoping to meet James, and yet she was arguing with his ex-sub. Before Mary even had a chance to say something back, his voice erupted.

"Hey, what's going on?" He said it sternly as he came over, dressed impeccably in a dark suit. God, why did he always have to look this good? His brows furrowed as he came to stand by Natalie and Mary, who were at a loss for words.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" Natalie threw her sweetest voice at James, reaching for his arm, but he pulled away as if he were disgusted with her, not wanting her hands on him.

"Not right now," he said, dismissing her quickly and taking Mary's hand.

"Come on," he tugged at her, so they began walking away, a clear scoff heard from Natalie. James was not in the mood for her right now, and he was naive to think she wasn't going to cause a problem.

"Fine, go fuck your little whore. YOU KNOW I'LL ALWAYS BE BETTER!" Natalie yelled across the lower floor as James huffed, dragging Mary behind her. He furiously pressed the button for the lift and yanked Mary inside, leaving the two in silence.

Chapter 39

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