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sabo-has-my-heart · 10 months

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(hi! same previous anon!) May I request ace taking you to meet his mother for the first time? She’d definitely love you to pieces and prob show you ace’s baby pics (much to his embarrassment) but he’s glad that they’re bonding😊

This one almost got away from me, I had so much fun writing it. since you said 'still alive' I'm keeping it closer to the canon universe but with his mom in it (sort of... ish).

Warnings: fluff, naked baby Ace, GN!Reader

Word Count: 1810

Ace grinned as he sped across the waves, holding you in his arms, safe from the fire that roared at his feet, sending his striker flying over the waters. He was taking you somewhere particularly special tonight. The two of you had been dating for a little while now and the ship was close enough that he could see her again, so he wanted to introduce you to her. You were the light of his life, the person of his dreams, everything he’d ever wanted in a person. She was the other light of his life, the woman who raised him and loved him unconditionally, the one who always comforted him and had even had the heart to take in his brothers. He visited her as often as he could, but the life of a pirate didn’t always make for frequent, planned, or routine visits. Still, this was the woman who fell in love with Roger, the king of the pirates, she understood better than anybody how the pirate life was. Hell, she encouraged it. Urging him to go out to sea when he was still young enough to be uncertain about it, when he was worried about leaving his mother to deal with his little brother, or worse, leaving her alone. When he apologized for not visiting more often, she’d simply smiled and kissed his forehead, telling him she was just happy to know he was alive. After Pops had taken him in, he’d apologized for a lot of things, but she’d just laughed and smiled like she always did. She was always so happy just to see him and hear that he was doing well. You were the same. When he worried that the pirate life would put you in danger, you just laughed it off and said you wouldn’t even be at sea if you were worried about safety. The number of times you’d waved off forgotten dates, missed meetings, or the one time he missed your birthday because he was holed up in the infirmary. The smile on your face, the light in your eyes that day, it was almost as if he was looking at his mother’s spirit in a different body. That same happiness, that same love that made his heart soar, made his heart ache from how hard it pounded for you. All either of you wanted was his happiness. Reaching the island, Ace smiled, holding you tighter as his striker sped up a little, his excitement urging him on. It didn’t take long for Ace to bring you to his mother’s home, a small, quaint little house, the smell of something delicious wafting from inside. The boy didn’t even bother knocking, opening the door, his eyes glowing like a kid on christmas morning as he looked around.

“Mom? I’m here!” he called, turning into a ball of sunshine and energy the moment a blond woman rounded the corner. Ace had her in a bear hug the moment he laid eyes on her, the woman laughing as she wrapped her arms around him.

“Ace, sweetie, it’s so good to see you again!” she said as Ace attempted to hug the life out of her.

“It’s good to see you too, mom! I’m sorry I don’t visit more often.” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, only to perk up suddenly, “Oh! This is the person I wanted you to meet! Y/n, this is my mom!” Ace said excitedly, hurrying over to you and putting his hands on your shoulders as he pushed you towards his mother. You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips, holding a hand out to the woman.

“Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n.” you said with a sunny smile. Ace’s mom smiled and laughed slightly.

“No need to be so formal, dear.” she said with a smile, pulling you into a hug. You couldn’t help the warmth that blossomed in your chest as you wrapped your arms around her. It was clear where Ace had gotten his warmth from. His smile might be thanks to his brothers, but his warmth was very clearly his mother’s. Pulling away, you couldn’t help but smile as Ace started telling his mother what he’d been up to and how he’d met you, a fond look in her eyes as she remembered her own love and her own young romance.

“So they’ve been told about all your embarrassing moments on board Whitebeard’s ship, but have they been told about the soft side of that angry little boy?” his mother asked, poking his bare stomach, making him squirm away from her, his smile dropping as he looked at his mother warily.

“I don’t know what you mean, they’ve already seen my softer side, I’m soft with them all the time. Just ask Marco or Thatch, they keep telling me that I’m giving them cavities.” Ace said, giving his mother a confused and slightly concerned glance. His mother gave a mischievous smile as she took your hand and pulled you into the living room.

“Oh but they haven’t seen this side of you!” the woman said happily as she pulled some books out from a cupboard, Ace going a little pale, his excited, happy demeanor turning to one of embarrassment.

“I-I’m sure that’s not necessary. I mean, it’s just me when I was young, so what.” Ace said, hoping to come off as nonchalant. He couldn’t make a big deal out of it, you’d get curious, but he really didn’t want you to do exactly what you were doing now as you grinned and sat next to his mother, the both of you pouring over the old baby pictures.

“Oh, this is us in our old home on Dawn Island. I moved there for a while after Ace was born for safety. After Luffy left, though, I wanted to return here. Oh, oh! This is Ace on his first birthday! Look at his cute face! Oh, and here’s after I tried giving him a tiny piece of cake! He made such a mess!” she gushed, pointing to the various photos, her mind replaying each memory.

“You were such a cutie.” you said, giving Ace a teasing wink, the boy blushing as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and scoffed like he was upset.

“Y-you didn’t have to pull out the baby pictures.” he ‘grumbled’ as he headed for the kitchen to see what his mother had made. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious and it gave him an excuse to get out of the embarrassing moment, though he was quickly spinning around, eyes wide at the next words out of his mother’s mouth.

“This was one time when I tried to give him a bath, he hated being in the water when he was little, look at that little pout!” she said, fawning over the tiny black haired boy in the pictures.

“Mom! Are… are you showing them pictures of me in the bath?!” Ace cried out, his cheeks turning cherry red.

“Look at what a cute little butt he had.” you said, staring into his eyes with every word, the smile on your face just as mischievous as his mother’s. Ace groaned as he ‘fled’ to the kitchen, grabbing the food his mother had made. Despite his protests, hearing the two of you continue to go over old pictures made him feel like he was on cloud 9, like everything in life was perfect. You were getting along, even if she was showing you embarrassing old photos, his mother clearly loved you already. Then again, with how much he’d told her about you, it was like she’d known you for months already, talking with you like she would with an old friend. It was a while later that you both entered the kitchen, his mother laughing when she saw that he’d already eaten most of the dinner she’d been cooking.

"As hungry as ever, my little pirate prince.” she said affectionately, kissing the top of his head, making him blush and duck his head in embarrassment.

“Oh come on! You already showed her baby pictures, do you really have to start in on the ‘pirate prince’ thing?” he ‘whined’ as you chuckled.

“No need to start on it, I already saw ‘pirate prince Ace’s first treasure’.” you said with a grin, referencing one of the pictures his mother had shown you. Ace’s head hit the table as he groaned. He remembered the picture, he was 3 and he’d found a way into his mother’s garden. His clothes had gotten snagged on the fence as he’d wiggled in, leaving a 3 year old Ace naked among the hibiscus flowers. He’d pulled up most of the flowers by the time his mother found him. In the picture he sat on the ground, staring up behind him at his mother who’d just put a flower crown on him. In his lap was a small lunch box filled with squished and crumpled hibiscus flowers, his ‘treasure’. He remembered the garden quite well. They were yellow, orange, and red hibiscus’s and in the morning light with the dew still fresh, they glittered like real treasure. As much as his mother loved the garden, she hadn’t been mad at him, she couldn’t be, not when he looked so cute, trying to run away with his lunch box full of flowers, still naked and screaming that it was his treasure and she couldn’t have any. The two of you laughed as you sat down and started eating what remained of dinner. Thankfully, his mother had spent years cooking for 3 very hungry little boys so she’d made plenty as the two of you continued to bond over the dark haired boy as he tried to sink further into the table as if, by some miracle, it would swallow him whole and let him leave the embarrassing moment. Not that he actually wanted to, it was nice hearing you two get along, it made him feel warm, warmer than even his devil fruit normally made him.

By the end of the night, his mother was wrapping you up in another hug.

“You need to come by again as soon as you get the chance! I’d love to see you and Ace again.” she said sweetly, a loving look in her eyes as she looked at her son.

“Of course! I promise, we’ll come visit whenever we’re in the area.” you said with a similar smile, the two of you giving each other one last hug before waving goodbye, heading back towards Whitebeard’s ship. Once more in his arms as he sped across the waves, you couldn’t help but smile as you snuggled into his hold, he felt as warm to you as always. Likewise, you felt warm to him as well, as warm as his mother.

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99hook · 10 months

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Synopsis: Hook’s homesick & you feel just like home

Best friends to almost lovers

Warnings: just some cursing

A/N: this is sweet but also pretty sad towards the end. Not gonna spoil anything, enjoy babes!

Hook rarely finds himself questioning his life’s choices. He’s always been passionate about being a professional wrestler, and when he’s not going through a tough time, he knows that he’s living the dream he’s had since he was old enough to walk, but sometimes he can’t help but reminisce on the life he had back home, and the one he misses the most while he’s constantly on the road.

He forgets all about time zone differences as he shoots you a text from the other side of the country, and he stares at the little black words beneath the blue bubble that say delivered as he waits for you to read it.

Like most nights, he falls asleep waiting.

Little did he know, after venting to his dad about everything that’s been weighing on him, Taz took it upon himself to contact you and fly you out for a few days to surprise Hook. He knew that you were his best friend and the entire time Hook was confiding in his dad, he kept diverting any topic of the conversation back to you. How he wondered what you were doing and how you two don’t talk as much as you used to. How he wonders if you tune in to Dynamite or Rampage sometimes and if you still have that dog you found on the street a year ago.

Taz realized pretty quickly that Hook was homesick, but not just for home. For the one who feels like it the most. So, after all of the things Hook told him, he headed back to his hotel room for the night and Taz was quick to whip out his phone and give you a call. Seeing Mr. Senerchia’s number pop up on your screen scared you immediately.

“Hello?” You quickly spat through the line. Your very first thought was that something must have happened to Tyler, because his dad never calls unless it’s your birthday.

“Y/N?” His deep voice bellowed through the phone.

“Yes sir?” You grew anxious already, needing to get to the point of this phone call. “Is everything okay?” You blurted, the tone of your voice certainly showed the worry you felt, and Taz could tell.

“Oh yeah, everything’s fine, it’s just, well my son misses you a lot.” He cuts straight to the point, and you immediately felt the relief wash through you. “We’re out here in California right now and he’s a little homesick. Not acting like himself. If it’s not too inconvenient I was thinking I fly you out here to surprise him. The kid needs a familiar face, you know?”

It really didn’t take much for you to agree. You were going to have to request time off work but you never took time off, so you were sure it wouldn’t be an issue at all. Hearing that Tyler had been missing you was all you needed to know. You were going to give your best friend the best surprise with the help of his dad and you were already buzzing with excitement.

“I would be more than happy to fly out and surprise him! Just let me know when and I’ll be there.”

“Great!” Taz belted out. “I can get you booked for a flight in a couple hours if you think that can work.”

Well, it wasn’t the most convenient and definitely would leave you on rocky terms with your boss for the last minute use of emergency time off, but you weren’t going to pass up on this. You missed Tyler more than you usually admit to anybody unless you’re wasted, so you agreed, Taz went on his phone as soon as he hung up and booked your flight for four a.m. and when you received a text from Tyler that read, “Can we FaceTime?” You were already flying over the states on your way to him, so you had to ignore that message.

Taz had arranged for a cab to pick you up from the airport when you landed and bring you to the arena where he and Tyler already were. You felt like you were severely jet lagged but you weren’t going to show it. Your heart was hammering against your chest the closer you got to the arena and when you spotted Taz waiting outside the back entrance doors you had to remind yourself to breathe.

You slid out the back of the cab with a suitcase that Taz grabbed from you before he pulled you into a tight hug. Back in high school, when you and Tyler were nearly inseparable, Mr. and Mrs. Senerchia were practically like your second parents. They were always inviting you over for family dinners and pool days during the summers. They always teased you and Tyler about how you were going to get married and have tons of babies, which always made you roll your eyes and Tyler blush.

Things changed when Tyler left for AEW. You knew it was coming but the two of you always swore you’d stay just as close as you’d ever been. Of course, distance is like a deadly disease. Different time zones, both having busy schedules. The nightly FaceTime calls turned into regular phone calls every few days, then into texts here and there until the only source of communication you two really had was a message every so often. It was bound to happen but you both hated it. You never wanted to bother him, assuming he was always really busy and he kind of assumed that since you stopped calling and texting every night before you went to sleep that you forgot about him all together.

That’s why it came as a surprise to you when he texted you asking to FaceTime. It made sense, considering what Taz told you and you wanted to so bad, but surprising him in person was going to be so much better than seeing him on the screen.

You slid out of the back of the cab and were greeted with a warm smile from Mr. Senerchia. He pulled you into a hug before he grabbed your suitcase from your hands and waved the cab away.

“It’s good to see you, kid. Tyler is gonna lose his mind when he sees you.” Taz chuckled as he started walking and you followed. You felt overwhelmingly nervous the more the two of you walked through the building. You weren’t sure why there was a knot in your stomach but you chalked it up to the fact that it was the end of June and you hadn’t seen Tyler since the day after Christmas.

“You’re staying until Friday right?” Taz asked as you tried to keep up with his strides down the hall.

“Yes sir.” You nodded.

“Good. Tyler is off tomorrow so that works out well. I can’t wait to see the look on this kid’s face.” Taz claps his hands and rubs them together as you round a corner and stop in front of a door with a sign that reads, HOOK.

Right when Taz goes to knock, you tell him to wait. You were so nervous that your hands were suddenly trembling. “I’m scared.” You half-joked with a weak laugh.

Taz chuckles back at you. “Nothing to be scared of. He’s still the same ole Tyler. Just don’t bring the Hook out in him and you’ll be alright.” He teased before he knocked on the door and your heart quite literally stopped for a second of two when you heard Tyler’s voice from the other side calling out, “Who is it?”

“It’s your father.” Taz shouts back.

“Come in.”

Taz opens the door and stands there. Tyler’s back is turned as he rummages through his bookbag, until Taz clears his throat in a rather dramatic way.

Tyler turns around and his eyes instantly widen when he sees you standing there next to his dad. He had the look of pure shock on his face and you weren’t sure if he was happy or not. You gave him a small wave and softly cheered, “Surprise.”

A split second later Tyler somewhat regained himself and managed to speak. “Y/N?!” The tone of his voice was one clearly filled with confusion and excitement and it made you instantly relax a bit.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Give this girl a hug son, she flew all this way just for you.” Taz steps out from between the two of you and Tyler takes two slow steps foward, opening his arms to you. It was suddenly the easiest thing in the world for you to wrap your arms around him and be enveloped by his embrace. His hold was strong and the tight squeeze he gave you before he unwrapped his arms made you miss the hug as soon as you separated.

Looking up at him you could see now that the initial shock was wearing off and the happiness was settling in instead. His dimples on his cheeks were proudly on display as he smiled down at you.

“Alright, I gotta get to work. You kids have fun, and remember son, you need to be Hook in about twenty-five minutes so don’t get carried away back here.” Taz points at Tyler and Tyler nods back before the door is shut and the two of you are left alone.

A low chuckle slips past Tyler’s lips as he shakes his head. “I can’t believe this”. He says as he grabs your suitcase from where Taz left it by the door and slides it next to his in the corner of the room. “How long are you staying?”

“I’m leaving Friday night. My flight’s at eight.”

That was music to Tyler’s ears. He was originally going to just chill at the hotel or the gym on his off day but now he was already planning all kinds of stuff to do in his head.

You glanced around the room and took sight of the white shorts laying on top of the counter with blood stains all over them. “Damn.” You remark as you run your fingers over the dried blood. “This must be from when you knocked Preston Vance upside the head with that chain.”

Tyler’s eyes lit up. “You watch me?” He asked, not even trying to hide the smile that spread across his face.

“I do sometimes.” You admit. “I’m pretty sure you are the hometown hero at this point. Everyone watches you. Dynamite and Rampage are always on at the bars”

“That’s sick.” He beams, obviously feeling proud to know that. Then there’s a small moment of silence and his smile fades to a frown before he mutters, “I miss home.”

“Home misses you.” You softly smile.

Tyler watches as you run your fingers over his ring gear. Then your eyes find his from the reflection of the mirror and you feel something spark inside that you weren’t sure you ever felt before. Something that made you feel both giddy and anxious. Full of joy and full of despair.

Tyler dropped his head and cleared his throat before he glanced at his watch wrapped around his wrist and realizes he needs to get his gear on for his upcoming match.

He grabbed the forest green pair of shorts from where they laid on the back of the only sofa in the room and said, “I’m gonna go change real quick.” Before he headed out the door. You took that small window of time as your opportunity to look around that room. There wasn’t much to it but it smelled like Tyler’s bedroom back home. Aftershave, cologne and some other scent intermingled that you could only describe as Tyler.

You looked around at his items laying around the room. The white bookbag laying over the back of the sofa was left open and you were so tempted to peek inside since there was so much curiosity around what is actually in that bag, but you fought that urge and took a seat on the sofa instead.

Tyler came back in and tossed the sweats and hoodie he was previously wearing on the sofa next to you. This is when you noticed all the little changes. New tattoos, more chest hair than he probably ever has had, much longer, messier hair but somehow he still looked like that same boy you grew up with your whole life.

“I want to stay in here with you but I have a match in about five minutes. Do you wanna sit and wait for me in here or do you wanna maybe watch my match from the viewing room?”

It seemed to you like he wanted you to watch his match, so you nodded at that and the way a slight smile spread across his lips let you know what he did in fact want you watching him. He ignored all the questionable glances from his coworkers all around as the two of you headed to the viewing room. You were relieved to find it empty.

“Make yourself comfortable while I go beat some ass.” He chuckles. “I’ll be back after.”

Just having you there and knowing you were watching was the whole entire reason why Hook was out to play for the show. He had a burst of confidence that felt like power surging through him just from having your support.

He secured the win proudly and was overly excited to get back to you. It was hard for him to stay in character and to keep that scowl on his face when he knew who was waiting for him in the back.

He sent his dad a text that said he was leaving for the night and usually Taz would tell him he shouldn’t leave until everyone else does, but this one time, Taz didn’t object.

Tyler didn’t want to waste a single second of this time with you.

“Still never been to LA?” He asked, and you shook your head as you looked around his hotel room. He dropped your suitcase next to the bed along with his and smiled. “There’s a lot to do here. Name something and we’ll go tonight. Anything you want.”

“Anything?” You quipped. “Okay.” You thought to yourself for a minute, but truthfully you didn’t even know what there was to do. And all you really cared about was being with him. It really didn’t matter what the two of you did.

“Honestly, it doesn’t matter to me. I don’t know what’s really out here. You pick something.”

Tyler didn’t know either. He couldn’t think of something good enough for your first time in Los Angeles.

“There’s a boardwalk not far from here with a bunch of rides and stuff.” He suggested. “There’s also a bunch of clubs. We can either be kids or adults tonight. Whatever we want.” He shrugged, leaving the choice to you.

You found yourselves on the top of a Ferris wheel, overlooking the beautiful starry sky that reflected like diamonds in the ocean below. You were in awe of the view but Tyler was in awe of you and it was making this time with you the best and the worst, because he knew it wasn’t going to last long enough.

“It’s so beautiful.” You sigh as you snap a picture of the view. It was a little grainy. It didn’t do the view justice.

“Let me see.” Tyler says, and you hand him your phone. He holds it up and leans back enough to get you in the shot, admiring the moon, the stars, the carnival lights and all. He nudges your arm to pass your phone back. “That picture is ten times better.”

You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks unsure what to say next. The feelings rushing through you were nothing new, but that was your secret. You knew you had feelings for him before but the distance between the two of you made it easier to deal with after a while. You thought you were over it but the way your heart just fluttered when he smiled told you that you weren’t.

Tyler was on the same page as you but he was just too good at keeping it under wraps. He wanted so badly to have something real, something that kept him going, something that sparked a fire within him. That something was undoubtedly you, and had always been you since the very beginning.

If he wasn’t traveling all over the country. If he wasn’t living the chaotic life he lives now, he’d without a doubt be settled down with you by now. Maybe you’d have a few kids in the near future. He could always picture it, but this life he lives won’t allow it that easily.

You and him both knew that if you ever admitted your true feelings and tried to have something more than what you have now, time and distance was going to destroy it. It wasn’t worth it to either of you. Tyler had hope that maybe one day life would slow down enough to let him settle down and if you’re not married by then he’s sure that he will do whatever it takes to put a ring on your finger but for right now it’s not fair to you to wait for him and he knows it.

There’s a moment of silence before the Ferris wheel starts again and the two of you are lowered around the wheel. Tyler and you both have confessions on the tips of your tongues but hold back completely out of the fear that the business will tear you both apart forever.

It hurts him to bottle everything up and it hurts you when he slings his arm around your shoulders and you rest your head against his chest, because you both know that it’s uncertain what the future will hold but what is unfortunately set in stone is that this is all you have to hold onto and time is harshly limited.

Still, you both do your best to force those thoughts away and enjoy the time you have together. As much as you wish it could last forever you are grateful for the moments you have right now.

“I’ve been so homesick lately.” Tyler confesses, his thumb stroking your shoulder. “Thought I needed to take some time off of work and go back home for a while.” He adds on. “But it turns out that I wasn’t really missing it as much as I have been missing you.”

You felt your heart flutter and a little bit of a tear sting the corner of your eye that you were quick to blink away. Tyler’s arm tightened around you as he rested his cheek on the top of your head.

“Please keep visiting me like this if you can. I need you to be with me more often.”

You nodded, glancing up at the relaxed features of his face and the way his eyes sparkled in the carnival lighting.

“I will Tyler.” You saw his lips pull upwards in a small smile. “I’ll miss you too much not to.”

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mx-your-name · 1 month

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More head canons of Singer!Reader x Yandere Steve Rogers! (+Peggy Carter)

TW: Mention of murder and death, technically kidnapping, yandere behavior, obsessive love, manipulation if you squint your eyes, getting blipped from existence

-Where Steve Rogers would do anything to make you happy and smile to brighten up your day! You’re craving something sweet, sour, spicy? It’s on the table for you, hot and free.

-But he always expects something in return for getting you something as simple as a hug or just a kiss on the cheek, forehead, or the lips.

-Would definitely makes you both a matching bracelet since you used to make them all the time when you were younger

-If you were to ever get hurt like the simplest paper cut, burnt mark, or even hit anybody part on something Steve’s gonna treat it like someone had just stabbed you or something. Even if you keep telling him you're okay, get ready to be on the couch doing absolutely nothing with blankets, pillows, some food on your lap, your favorite movie on, and Steve right by your side cuddling you. Asking if you're comfortable every 10 minutes to make yourself uncomfortable or need the bathroom.

-You being sick would be a whole different story. It’s a sore throat? You can’t talk or sing at all until you're better! It’s a slight cold? You need medicine, blankets, and soup. Do you need the bathroom? Don’t worry he’ll carry you there and back! You're worried about him getting sick as well? He’ll go through the same pain as you so you're not alone through all this.

-When it comes to meeting your family for the first time, Steve is getting ready 3 hours earlier making sure to practice his lines and have a great first impression on your parents. He doesn’t wanna risk them saying that he can’t date you. Not like he’ll listen either way You tell him that he doesn’t need to do all that, oh yes he does he needs your father’s approval on you getting married. He’ll bring your moms favorite flowers to impress both of them. You have siblings? Don’t worry he knows how to get kids to think he’s amazing! You have a sibling that’s a teenager and doesn’t liken him? It’s alright, he just needs to find out what they like and don’t like.

-The first time that he had heard about your ex’s he was a bit angry on why they’d treat you like the way they did. Oh you never talked about your ex’s to him? You must’ve let it slip out when drinking on movie night one time.

-Onto the mention of movie night. Every Friday night he’d come home and spend time with you, eating some dinner with you before heading over to the couch to watch some movies, not like you had much of a choice if you wanted to or not. Though you’d have to explain some movies to him sometimes since he still didn’t understand much about what had happened after he got iced for 70 years after all.

-He killed your ex one night when you sleeping, tired for cleaning all day and totally not the drugged drink

-What do you mean one of your ex-boyfriend’s bodies is on the news? He shouldn’t have stayed out so late, after all there are a lot of killers out there killing innocent people.

-You wanna outside? Why? You have everything you would ever want and need here with him

-He’s a trained super soldier so of course you knew that fighting against him wasn’t gonna do much for you. Did you still try too? Yeah.

Infinity War

-When it comes to the end of Infinity War Steve didn’t hesitate to go straight home to you to make sure you were alive and that you didn’t dust like the rest of half the population

-You were home just watching a movie when you felt something weird happen to your body. Your cat that Steve had gotten you for your birthday by your side. Lifting one hand up to pet for it to go through confused to see your cat - who was named Mittens - let out a meow. You were freaked out by that bowl of popcorn falling onto the ground as you tried picking Mittens up for her to completely vanish. Tears pouring down your fast as you panic on where your cat had gone, looking down at your hand to see it turning to dust just like your cat had done a minute ago. The tears falling on your lap as you dust away into the living room to where your cat had gone

-Steve slammed the door open looking around the room yelling your name. He felt panicked, he had lost Bucky to the snap and he couldn’t just lose you either just like that. When searching the whole house to not only find you but also Mittens, going to the living room to see the bowl of popcorn dumped onto the ground left there untouched.

-When you were dusted into the soul stone the only thing you saw was orange everything. An orange ground, orange sky, and orange everything. But one thing that wasn’t orange was yourself, looking around confused on what was going on

-Venturing through the giant open space, your pajamas still on since you didn’t really wanna change out of warm comfortable clothes, soon running into what seemed to be Mittens who was running over to you

-It'd be an understatement if you were told that you didn’t miss your cat Mittens, it felt like the only thing that made everything alright was your cat.

Endgame

-For the last 5 years that you were blipped he’d be going through a terrible time not only did he lose Bucky but he lost you. And when it was you it felt like he couldn’t at least save the person he so dearly loves more than anyone. Besides Peggy Carter of course.

-So when Tony had finally invented time travel so they could defeat Thanos and bring back half thr population that was dusted. Steve was over the moon happy that they were one step away from being everyone back. Bringing you back.

-Once the second they won the war and were back on Earth Steve didn’t hesitate to take off running back home where the two of you live. He made sure the house and everything in it was kept the same.

-One moment you were with Mittens the next you were both dusting away once again, holding tightly onto your cat not knowing what could happen to either of you after all this. The next you were back at your house, the bowl of popcorn gone but Mittens in your arms once again. As if everything was the simplest dream.

-When Steve came through the front door a bit different than equals you were taken back by how changed he was.

-Never have you hugged tightly or for a whole day. You sat on the couch the entire time, and when you had to go to the bathroom he’d wait outside immediately hugging you once again, also asking if you were okay. When you were hungry both of you were in the kitchen, Steve hugging you from behind not once leaving your side.

-Now when it came to Peggy, Steve would either choose Peggy to come along with him or he’d bring you back into the past but it mostly always ended with Steve bringing Peggy to the future.

-Peggy would be taken back at first and a bit heart broken but understanding. She’d also grow to love you as well just as much Steve loves you. Maybe even more than Steve a bit.

-Back to Steve, he’d make sure that you always came first - which Peggy agreed on - he lost you once for 5 whole years and he wasn’t willing to lose you again. So maybe say goodbye to ever stepping foot outside, not like you ever did before you vanished.

#singer reader #steve rogers x reader #yandere steve rogers #yandere steve rogers x reader #captain america #yandere marvel #marvel x reader #marvel #captain america x reader #x reader #Steve rogers x singer reader #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers

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What I liked and didn't like about Gyro in 'The Last Adventure' (long post)

This is a repost from my defunct blog. Just a summary of what I liked and thought they could've done better in how the last episode handled Gyro, especially his relationship with Boyd:

Gyro and Boyd at Webby's 'birthday party' at Funso's

This was in the beginning of the series finale 'The Last Adventure', and was the very first time Boyd was seen since 'Astro B.O.Y.D.' (which was only the 6th episode of the third season and came out May 2020; 'The Last Adventure' was the final episode and came out March 2021… just let that sink in).

Liked: It was so AWESOME to FINALLY see Gyro and Boyd together again, and I squealed so hard at this scene when I first watched this episode! He's spending time with Boyd at a birthday party, eeeee! (And I touched on the significance of this scene in this post).

Liked: Boyd could have hung out with Huey and the other kids (which definitely would've been awesome too), but he chose to spend time with his dad instead! That is so cute!!

Missed opportunity: Does anybody else wish Gyro had actually been smiling at seeing his son enjoying himself as a 'definitely real boy'?? Like, c'mon! (And back during the third season, Frank was asked on his Tumblr blog if Gyro and Boyd’s relationship was improving, and he emphasized- and I quote- “Oh, yes. Very much so", but we never really learned what that looked like.) I mean, it probably did warm Gyro's heart to spend time with Boyd and see him just being the happy, free child he'd truly become, but still, he could've looked less indifferent or awkward!

Missed opportunity: Gyro should have laughed here while shielding his face from the candy, instead of the irritated reaction when it hit him. Sheesh, Gyro, lighten up! ☹ Why’s he still so easily irritable, especially when it’s just Boyd having a good time?

Missed opportunity: Now that Gyro's attention has shifted from solely Boyd and more onto the main event, he's really got his typical grumpy expression on and is standing a bit further away from everyone else. It’s very disappointing he wasn’t shown to be at least a little happier and closer with everyone. It’s the final episode, all Scrooge’s friends and family have gathered together in one place for this very important event (not only to celebrate Webby’s birthday, but to finally take down their greatest threat of all), and all these characters have changed and grown so much since the start of the series or when they were very first introduced (which even Frank and Matt, the show’s creators, admitted in an interview). It would have been more meaningful if Gyro had been smiling like everyone else to show his character development since 'Astro B.O.Y.D.' I know people don’t change overnight, and Gyro had a LOT of trauma that affected him for so many years, but still… it would have been nice to show him with a little more growth.

Liked/Missed opportunity: During the entire scene where everyone was gathered around Webby for cake and the birthday song (which was the signal to destroy F.O.W.L.'s security cameras and launch their raid on their secret headquarters below Funso's), Boyd was sitting on Manny's arm instead of Gyro's shoulders. On the one hand, I like that Manny was holding Boyd because that tells me he became sort of an uncle-figure to him... but it would have been twice as cute if he was sitting on Gyro's shoulders, since that would've been more proof of how close they'd become!

Gyro and Boyd on Webby’s family board

Liked: I LOVE that Boyd apparently became an official member of Team Science off-screen, and that there's a string linking Huey to Boyd to say they're best friends (because you wouldn't think so by his absence from the majority of the third season).

Missed opportunity: Why wasn't there a string linking Gyro and Boyd?? And why is there a string between Boyd and Doofus?? It was never actually confirmed whether or not Boyd went to live with Gyro or if he continued staying with the Drakes, but regardless, Gyro and Boyd are absolutely family (FAR more than Doofus was, since he only saw Boyd as a mere machine and an interloper in his family, and there's the little fact that Boyd never had a choice about being part of the Drakes' family... which is why I don't get why he'd choose to still live with them after 'Astro B.O.Y.D.' when he embraced his identity as his own free person with the ability to make his own choices)! Boyd was Gyro's first and greatest creation, his pride and joy, his son in every sense of the word!

Where was Boyd and Fenton after they found May and June?

Missed opportunity: In this scene right after they find Webby's clones, we see Gyro, Huey, Lena, Beakley, Scrooge, Donald, and Della all gathered around, analyzing the clones and trying to figure out why F.O.W.L. created clones of Webby. But there's no reason why both Fenton and Boyd couldn't have been there too! They could have helped- Boyd is a highly resourceful Junior Woodchuck like Huey, and his brain is a supercomputer, making him super intelligent; and Fenton is a scientist (especially ever since Gyro promoted him at the end of 'Astro B.O.Y.D.')! And neither Fenton and Gyro nor Huey and Boyd interact at all in the final episode, so more missed opportunity to further develop their respective relationships too. And I mean, come on, why didn't they especially take what opportunities they had to have Gyro and Boyd share screentime or interact??

In the same scene, most of the rest of the kids burst into the room, anxious to learn more about the mystery of Webby's clones too. But no Boyd (Gosalyn was nowhere to be seen in the mansion either, oddly enough, but I'm assuming she was there somewhere with Drake/Darkwing)!

In fact, we didn't see Boyd and Fenton again until later when everyone boarded the plane to go storm the Lost Library. I'm assuming in the above scene, Boyd was with Manny and Fenton (wherever those two were, but I'd like to think they were somewhere in the mansion too). It was a shame Boyd didn't at least interact with the other kids while everyone was at the mansion, because he didn't hang out with them for nearly the entire third season (not on-screen, anyway)!

"Look After Your Brother"

Liked: SELF-EXPLANATORY. :D :D And I love how sincere, protective, and loving Gyro sounded and looked when he entrusted Lil Bulb with Boyd's safety. This was their most dangerous threat yet, and Boyd's first adventure with the Ducks, and Boyd and Gyro had been together again after 20 years for only some months... so, it only made sense for Gyro to worry about his son (and what makes it even more touching is that Boyd is a superpowered robot, more than capable of taking care of himself, but Gyro still worried about him). He trusted Lil Bulb with Boyd's life!!

(And Lil Bulb would indeed look after Boyd; after the plane crashed when the kids were onboard alone, following Dewey's sky-battle with Don Karnage, Boyd lost his body. So, Lil Bulb removed his bulb and attached Boyd's head onto his own body, which is how they stayed for most of the rest of the episode.)

Missed opportunity: They didn't exchange a single word to each other or even hug, despite knowing what a dangerous mission it was. :( :(

Why didn't Gyro seem more worried for Boyd?

Missed opportunity: I covered this in a separate post here, but throughout most of the rest of the episode ever since Gyro learned Bradford captured and planned to destroy everyone even remotely associated with Scrooge and his family (and Gyro spent the majority of the time captured himself, along with HDL, Webby, Gandra, and Ludwig Von Drake), he never once showed any sign he worried about or missed Boyd. Not once did he bring Boyd up.

The victory scene at the end

Liked: It was cool actually seeing Gyro and Fenton share screentime, even though they didn't interact!

Missed opportunity: Why the heck was Boyd/Lil Bulb standing so far away from Gyro and the rest of Team Science there (especially after they were separated the entire time)?? He should have been right there with them (especially in front of Gyro, or even in his arms)!

The plane-ride home

Liked: AHHHH. Boyd lying in Gyro's lap as he reattached his head, Gyro tenderly cupping his head, both smiling so lovingly at each other! Together again where they belong, safe. It's so beautiful. YES. JUST YES. You can really see the love between them in this scene.

Missed opportunity: Like the "Look after your brother" scene, it's sad they didn't say anything to each other or even hug one last time!

The end credits

Liked: BEAUTIFUL. The very last we'll ever see of them, and Gyro is smiling the biggest, happiest smile he's ever done in the entire series. In fact, I feel like this is the moment that perfectly summed up Gyro's healing journey and development (which we didn't really see after 'Astro B.O.Y.D.', but this almost makes up for that). He looks so happy and free. It's like it just hit him all-at-once here that he's no longer burdened by the demons of his past, that he's got Boyd in his life, and that he's part of Scrooge's family too.

Yeah, so many of these little details could have easily been improved without costing much time and budget. But when they nailed it, they nailed it!

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #gyro gearloose #boyd gearloose #b.o.y.d.#fenton crackshell cabrera #character analysis #I'm so cringe

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kusaka6e · 2 years

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BOYS IN THE BAND

(mha ver) | aot ver | fairy tail ver

band!au

various mha x fem!reader

headcannons about mha characters as hot band member boyfriends <3

sfw

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bakugou, the drummer

we all know this mf is a menace with a pair of drumsticks in his hand

i think people were so surprised that he got a gf and he hates it LMAOOOO

so many ‘bakugou’s angry ass isn’t single but i am??’ tweets

you were the first person he met that didn’t complain about his abrasive personality and instead you just matched his sarcasm

and just like that he was in love

he is the only person allowed to bully you, if anyone else so much as tries he’s ready to go to jail for what he’d do to them (like the night you had to bail him out because he knocked a reporter out cold during a press conference for speaking negatively about you)

has your initials on his drumsticks for good luck <3

he keeps a separate section on the tour bus for your clothes/supplies for when you’re able to travel with him (he threw kaminari across the bus when denki accidentally used your blanket and now they’re all too scared to touch the drawer)

the boys always joke and say they need you around 24/7 so bakugou will stop yelling

he’s still sarcastic and mean as hell when you’re around but he almost never raises his voice or gets physical, he’s too busy keeping both his hands all over you

he’s super protective of you and has no problem showing anyone and everyone that you’re all his; normally keeps a hand in your back pocket or an arm around you when you two are out in public

he doesn’t sleep too well without you, so when the rest of the band walked onto the tour bus and saw you two cuddled up and KNOCKED out, the pictures they took circulated the internet for months

he’s the epitome of scary dog privilege <33

i like to think he hired kirishima to be security for you when he can’t be with you in person

izuku, the guitarist

he makes you watch shows from backstage so he can’t see you, if he can see you watching him perform he gets the worst stage fright LMFAOOO

sometimes he doesn’t play with a guitar pick on purpose so he can ask you to bandage up the little cuts on his hands from his guitar strings

everyone always knows what color your nails are at any given moment because he always paints his pinkies to match

i think he’d be good at a lot of instruments but guitar is just what he plays for the band; sometimes he’ll come on stage before the actual set with a fkn clarinet or some shit and everyone is like ??? bc he’s still SO GOOD at it

around your birthday, he’ll bring a couple empty cards with him to shows and have fans sign them for you to make sure you get lots of love and appreciation on your special day <3

he gets exhausted staying so positive and upbeat for the sake of his fan base, so ranting/shit talking with you is absolutely one of his favorite pastimes

and it’s SO FUNNY every time oh my god

he has the smartest mouth on the planet like sir where are you keeping all this sass ???

i think it’s easy to forget just how unhinged izuku is so hearing some of the stuff he says about people that get on his nerves never gets old LMFAOOO

bakugou is definitely you two’s gremlin child

he’s typically very nice and personable when you two are out in public and get approached by fans/paparazzi, but he is SO quick to snap on anybody who so much as looks at you the wrong way

todoroki, the bassist

this dense mf

it took him FOREVER to realize that he had feelings for you, and even LONGER to realize you reciprocated those feelings

he was getting so many tweets every day of people telling him to confess to you and he accidentally aired his feelings out for all his fans to see LMFAOOO

you literally had to facetime him like “shoto ??? did your phone get hacked or is this you??”

90% of the fan base stopped trying to hit on him and they all started yelling at him to confess his very obvious crush (and bakugou’s nosy ass was definitely in all their mentions encouraging the chaos)

he really enjoys teaching you how to play the bass, gets so giddy and proud seeing you play :(

his favorite is to sit with you between his legs so he can wrap his arms around you while he shows you which strings to play

100% uses his status to take you on super exclusive dates (shoto is a material girl)

but not in a way that’s like condescending to anyone especially the staff for the places you guys visit

sometimes you’re like “shoto how much did it cost for all this??” or soemthing and he’s like “i’ll get the money back, i just want you to enjoy yourself” <33

sometimes you and the rest of the boys have to practice interviews with him because his blunt ass mouth has gotten him bad press a few times LMFAOOOO

kaminari, the lead singer

he acts like YOU’RE the celebrity in you two’s relationship and it’s the cutest thing

like one time someone interviewing him asked how he felt about all the female attention he was getting and he goes “im getting attention from the hottest girl on the planet, that’s all i care about. have you seen (y/n)?” literally so adorable

he brings you up in every conversation without even realizing it

if you can’t make it to a show he’s talking to all the camera’s on him knowing you’ll see them after the show

“(y/n), baby, when you see this i want you to know this one’s for you, i love you!!”

he’ll jokingly fuss at the boys between songs and be all “can you guys get your shit together? my girl is watching, don’t embarrass me in front of her.”

forces the rest of his band mates to learn your favorite songs so they can surprise you by covering them

has definitely name dropped you in a song named a song after you

you are the only person he’ll let pick out the mics he uses on stage

if you’re artistic he’ll ask you to paint/decorate his mic stand <33

definitely has worn some goofy ass onesie on stage and then brought you out on stage in a matching one to serenade you

bought you a switch so you two can build a minecraft world together even when he’s on the road

#bnha #bnha hcs #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #bakugou #bakugou hcs #bakugou x reader #midoriya izuku #izuku x reader #izuku hcs #todoroki hcs #todoroki x reader #todoroki #kaminari #kaminari fluff #kaminari x reader #kaminari hcs

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brunchable · 2 years

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Chapter III - Under the Influence || Surgeon!S.S. x Nurse!Reader.

Words: 3.2K

Genre: Hospital Romance, Love Triangle/Square, Sexual Tension.

Warnings: None.

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader.

A/N: sorry it's short, there's so much going on IRL right now. i'm so tired and I get distracted easily nowadays.

Reblogs, comments and hearts are very much appreciated <3

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The apartment that Stephen occupied did not have a cosy or welcoming atmosphere; while it could have had a beautiful view due to the large glass windows that he had installed, it was dreary and lonely. You look at the many displays that are situated near, and as you move about, your fingers go over the shelves. He had a great number of awards—he was born to be a doctor; you believe that he deserves to be where he is right now.

You thought it was the delivery person for the meal when the doorbell rang, but Stephen was stern with you when he told you not to open it for anybody else. Once again, the doorbell was rung by the individual who was on the other side of the door. If that were the delivery guy, wouldn't he have simply left it at the front door?

You approached his bedroom with reluctance, doing your best to refrain from prying as much as possible. You were still able to hear the water flowing inside his private bathroom. On the other side of that door, he’s naked. You cleared your throat as well as your intrusive thoughts.

“Hey Strange?” You yelled at the entrance of his room. Soon after you called out his name, the pitter-patter came to an abrupt halt.

“Yeah?” The deepness of his voice came through the door.

“I think dinner’s here. Should I open the door?”

“No! I’ll do it. Give me one second.”

You left to sit patiently on the high chair by the counter where your best friend from the Presbyterian rang you, “Hey Priya~”

“Hey (Y/N)~ How’s MGH treating my bestie?” She asked you through the phone and you instantly sighed, “Was that a sigh? Are you not settling in well babe?”

“No, I am. It’s just—a lot has happened in the last few days, I can’t even begin to…” You trailed off and did a double take as you spotted Stephen on your peripheral vision strolling out of his bedroom with a maroon towel tightly wrapped around his waist and a smaller towel in hand to dry his hair off, “...describe.”

Your eyes couldn’t help but drift lower from his broad shoulders, down his chiselled chest and down to his defined apollo’s belt. Sweet Lord almighty. As much as you wanted it to be a delusion, drool was definitely accumulating within your mouth. Priya was on the other line wanting to catch up with you tomorrow night but you were too distracted to even hear it. When the corner of Stephen’s mouth twisted up ever-so-slightly, you tore your attention away from his physique. Did the temperature in his apartment become warmer or was it just you?

“Sorry Priya? I didn’t catch what you were saying.”

“I said, do you want to join me and the girls tomorrow night? We miss you.” She repeated the invitation as Stephen walked around you, watching you like a hawke—curious as to who you’re talking to.

“I would love to join you tomorrow night, where are we meeting?” You accepted your best friend’s invitation, raising your brows at the man as he disappeared into the hallway to attend to the door.

“PHD Rooftop Lounge at Dream Downtown. 10pm, sharp. Oh, and wear something sexy—Leana’s boyfriend’s birthday so they’ll be a lot of bachelors.”

“Did you invite me to catch up or to hook up?” You called her out for asking you to dress to impress.

“Both. I am dying to know how you are, the men are just there to make the evening more exciting.”

You chuckled, “Geeze, Priya—We’ll catch up tomorrow. I have to go.” You said your goodbyes after seeing Stephen come back with a brown paper bag with food inside it, “Do you mind? Do you always walk out half naked when you have guests around?”

“Rarely, but with you, I don’t mind at all.”

"Well I do. It making me—" ravenous, "—lose my appetite."

"Keep telling yourself that." Stephen retorted briskly—It was impossible not to notice the manner in which your eyes swept his figure, as if you were already caressing him in your mind with your hands. Draping the smaller toilet over his shoulder , he began taking the contents out of the brown paper bag, "I hope you like Thai food."

You rolled your eyes at him, "Yeah, I do." You sat up taller and pushed your lips together in a straight line, expressing your awkwardness. It would be so much simpler to just shut your eyes rather than try to avoid staring at him, particularly given how magnetic his physique was—but you'd look ridiculous if you did that.

Stephen stifles a breathy laugh as you stubbornly refuse to take another peak, "Alright, I’m going to get dressed before you get a heat stroke.” He teased referring to your cheeks that were flushed with hues of pink.

You scoff, “Too much audacity can kill you know, you should be careful.”

It didn’t take long for Stephen to come back wearing a plain white t-shirt and black Nike sweatpants. You were texting Priya on the phone when he came back and opened all the containers.

“Who were you talking to just now?” Stephen asked out of plain curiosity as he passed you a fork from the drawer.

“Just my best friend.”

Stephen nodded and slid the bowl of Green Curry with rice towards you, "So, what did Charlotte say to you?"

You seemed to wrestle with your thoughts while taking a relishing bite of your food and drawing the spoon from between your lips slowly. Mesmerizingly. Stephen coughed and dragged his attention higher to your eyes.

"She basically just wants me to stay away from you." You shrugged, sorting the proportions of curry with your rice.

"Are you going to do as she asked?"

You look up at him for a split moment then back to your container, "Um yeah?"

"You know she's asking you the impossible right?" Stephen asked, twirling his noodles around his fork without even glancing at you.

"Oh really? How so?" You narrowed your judgeful eyes, assuming he was putting you up for a challenge.

"First off, we work in the same unit. Secondly, I don't think I can keep myself away from you." Stephen lifted his eyes, he held your gaze with eyes that somehow reassured you. You felt the connection in the pit of your stomach, a warm, coming-to-life tingle.

You give a little shake of your head while laughing in a reserved manner due to your scepticism, “Do I have to get a restraining order?”

You were hoping that Stephen would respond to your statement with a chuckle or a smirk, but instead he didn't alter his look at all, “I mean it.”

“You’re asking for drama Strange, and I don’t want to be a part of it,” you placed your spoon down on the counter firmly, “Sort yourself out if you want to come after me.”

As you prepared to leave his apartment, he followed you both with his eyes and his body as you grabbed your bag and made your way out of the apartment.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going home—thanks for the dinner but I really did just lose my appetite.” You said to him as you opened his front door. You glanced at him for a short second expecting for him to stop you, but he didn't, so you stepped out and closed the door behind you.

As you made your way towards the elevators, you simultaneously called an Uber to take you home. You were sorry that you made the decision to go with him; while everything he said sounded and felt wonderful to your ears, you were well aware that it was all a trap. He is probably tired of Charlotte and is just searching for a brand new toy to play with.

When the elevator doors opened, there saw a lady dressed in scrubs talking on the phone. Long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a beauty mark on the left side of her face, just below the cheekbone. You both gave each other a friendly grin as you entered and entered the elevator, and as the door closed behind you, you observed that she had turned to the right, towards the direction that you had just come from.

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You wore your white 1994 Chanel set worn by Claudia Schiffer in Chanel Spring 1994 Haute Couture. Your hair styled in a claw clip updo to show off your golden hoop earrings. You sprayed yourself in Love by Killian before walking out of the bathroom to join your friends.

A party wouldn't be a party without one of your exes being there and even better, his current girlfriend is your friend, Leana—you weren’t bothered since you and Nathan ended a long time ago and you knew that Leana had always had a thing for him. You were just shocked that the boyfriend Priya mentioned was Nathan.

"Don't sit next to me (Y/N), you're making me look poor." Priya joked as she playfully scooted away from you.

"You're doing me a favour staying away cause I look like a roach beside you." You retorted back to your friend, and lifted your glass before drinking it.

"Oof–that was smooth, girl." Priya chuckled, hitting your thigh gently.

"So when did both of you happen?" You asked Leana and Nathan who sat on the couch across. They looked at each other with sheepish looks on their faces.

"Just recently. I wanted to tell you personally but I wasn’t sure how you would take it." Leana bit her lip and gazed at her lap.

"Please, you don't need to feel guilty, me and him are history with no hard feelings. Isn't that right, Nate?" You smiled at him with an obvious message that he should just agree with you.

"Yeah, for sure. No hard feelings at all." Nathan gave you a hard stare before turning his head to his new girlfriend who had the look of relief.

"What about you (Y/N)? You seeing anyone yet?" Lucy asked, wiggling her brows, knowing that you moved because you wanted to work with Chris. Nate discreetly tuned in and waited for your answer.

"Ugh no. I don't have time to commit myself to anyone right now." You rolled your eyes while taking another drink from the middle, “Nice to meet you all anyway.” you smiled at Nate’s friends.

"Speaking of, where is your other friend Nate?” Leana asked, counting the boys with her eyes.

Nate rolled his eyes, “He’ll be here, dude’s always late and loves to make an entrance.”

“Apparently he’s very attractive,” Priya quoted with her fingers, “According to Leana.”

“You thought that?” Nate turned his head to Leana who shrugged her shoulders innocently.

“It’s just a thought.” Leana nudged his side, playing cute to prevent the man from getting upset. Nate chuckled and shook his head, swinging his hands around Leana and pulling her close.

“Okay… how about we single people give you two some space.” Priya held your wrist and pulled you up with her, “Let’s go girls—you boys can come dance with us if you want to.”

“We would love to.” One of them said and the three of them followed Priya, Lucy and Amy and you to the dancefloor where other guests were enjoying themselves. At the same time that your normally reserved demeanour vanished, you could feel the alcohol working its way through your veins. You gave your body freedom to move in time with the beat of the music, rolling your body against Priya and whatever of Nate's pals was positioned behind you.

You open your eyes at one point when you feel a tingling sensation in your neck, and you see Nathan staring at you from across the room. However, he quickly diverted his attention when Leana questioned him about something. You returned to dancing, making the foolish decision to accept another drink from the wait staff. Your movements slowed when the air in the room changed. It kind of just . . . lit up. You turned to look at the other guests and noticed that the majority of their attention was focused on the door leading to the rooftop lounge. Because Stephen was standing there, watching you with a sly smile on his lips while one of his arms was propped up high on the door jamb—he wore a black leather jacket with a button-up long sleeve inside.

“Holy mother of—” You muttered, taking a moment to stare along with everybody else. There was no other way to acknowledge his entrance, but to make everyone speechless and motionless. The way Stephen swaggered his way into the party was like a lion lazily making its way through a pack of hyenas. He towered over everyone and everything. Cocky. So cocky and confident and stupidly hot. Outrageously hot.

“That’s him,” one of Nate’s friends nearby said. “That’s the friend Nate keeps talking about.”

“God, Leana wasn’t joking—I’d let him step on me.” Lucy said as her eyes undressed him.

“Dibs.” Amy blurted out mindlessly.

“Screw that. I already called dibs.” Lucy nudged Amy.

The muscle in Stephen's cheek twitches, indicating that he heard what was being spoken, but he didn't take his eyes off of you, and you began to... become sort of irritated about it. You were infuriated, that's for sure. Who claims a human being as their property? What if he had feelings for one of them as well? That had nothing to do with you and it should be none of your concern. Was it? You watched as further mutterings made their way to Stephen, and his grin only became stronger as a result.

Now, as he approached you, his steps became uncertain. Did he have second thoughts about approaching you? Because of the presence of all these people, watching? You didn't give it another consideration before setting your drink down on a nearby waiter who was carrying an empty tray before walking purposefully towards Stephen. Tongue in cheek.

It's possible that the significant levels of alcohol that were present in your circulation were a factor in your actions at that time, but the primary motivation behind them was likely indignation. These women were completely unfamiliar with him. It seemed as if the odds of him being with another woman were rather high. Trying to hook up. It's possible that the sudden, overwhelming impulse to be the one to reach him first propelled you ahead. You find it funny that he is hesitant to approach you when there are other people watching, but there was no way in hell that you were going to allow him to be hesitant to approach you at a party.

He was being objectified in the centre of the room, yet he gave off the impression that he didn't care in the least. Okay, maybe you have some feelings of jealousy as well. There was a chance that someone else was putting dibs on him, not just your friends, but you tried not to give too much thought to the idea. You decided to lick your lips instead, picking a landing spot for your mouth. You were standing roughly five feet away from Stephen when his look shifted, and you could see that he understood what you were trying to convey.

His gradual uncertainty dissipated, and on a dime he sprang up to the level of a raging flame. Those bright blue eyes darkened as you came closer, and that strong jawline with the bristling chin tightened. Ready. A guy who is used to being desired and knows exactly how to respond to this situation. He whispered your name right before you pushed up on your toes, clamping your lips onto his, right there near the entrance of the rooftop lounge. You were instantly knocked over by the desire of his muscular lips, and then he twisted you, forcing your back against the inside of the arched doorway, opening his mouth on top of yours, and licking into the kiss with a choking moan.

Despite the fact that your thoughts were jumbled and the languid heat had rendered your arms lifeless, you eventually came to the conclusion that you had made a significant mistake. You were Eve in the Garden of Eden, and you’d just taken a bite from the apple.

Jesus Christ, he tasted incredible. Musky and masculine and grounding. Did he push you up against the entryway too forcefully? He had never before had such an intense desire to stick his tongue into the lips of a lady, plus he could taste the sweetness of all the cocktails you’ve drank. He had never been overcome by the sense of haste, hunger, or any of the other a thousand unidentified feelings that caused him to pull down your chin with his thumb in an attempt to get closer to you. Stephen's eyes pop open, only to be met with the sight of yours securely closed. To such a degree. He felt the groan growing there as he stroked his thumb down to your neck and would have given everything to be able to taste it. Because seducing women was such an easy ability for him, he could definitely keep doing what he was doing — maybe he should just call it a night and bring you home from the party and take you to bed.

Stephen experienced his heart beating at a much faster rate than it ever had before. But now that you've said it, he can't help but wonder: Had you simply kissed him to kiss him? Simply because you want to do so? He noticed how you had stopped dancing the moment he entered into the room and how you had gravitated towards him like if you were being attracted by a magnet. Had he taken things the wrong way? Were you doing this only to make someone else green with envy?

Even though it was difficult for him, Stephen managed to break the kiss by pushing both of your foreheads together as you both battled to get your breath back, “You really want to make things hard for me huh?” he spoke to you in a hushed tone, unable to prevent his eyes from wandering to your swollen lips as he looked at you.

You narrowed your eyes at him slightly, thinking about two meanings to his remark, “What do you mean by that?”

“Staying away from you.”

“A kiss is just a kiss unless you put meaning behind it, and you so happen to be in my line of sight. I mean what I said when I want you to sort yourself out.” You told him, at this point you don’t even know what you were talking about. You don’t know if you’re intoxicated by him or by the alcohol.

“I have something you want, you have something I want. Remember what you told me before?” Stephen asked you, what you told him in the storage room never left his mind.

‘To bargain, you need to have something I want.’ Your own voice echoed in your head as you remembered those words and suddenly you had the urge to bang your head against a wall.

The tip of Stephen's nose nudged yours, his lips dangerously close that you could feel the heat of his breath, “So, (Y/N), do you want to bargain?”

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I Took the One Less Traveled By - a Malevolent Fic

FINAL FIC OF SURROGATE: THE DIRECTOR'S CUT, SEASON ONE

Faroe is given a choice.

A choice six years in the making.

She could never have predicted the result.

AO3

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Her birthday.

He’d forgotten the date, gotten lost in their travels and searching.

Six years.

His daughter. His Faroe. If they hadn't pleased this monster , she would die. “No,” Hastur whispered. “No! Please! ”

The audience cheered. “Aaaand coming to you live, from Carcosa!” Kayne cried, holding up the cake in one hand. In his other, he had a weird mic, long and thin, almost like a wand. “The season finale to the greatest show of this generation!” And he tilted the mic away. The audience cheering stopped with the sound of a record scratch. “Been thinking of calling it Lester Yellow, you know, almost like it’s some kind of seasonal Home Depot color, what do you think?”

“Leave her alone,” Hastur breathed, so terrified he could not move. "I beg you. I'll do anything!"

"What?" whispered Faroe in a daze.

"No!" shouted Arthur. "Don't touch her!"

“No?” said Kayne. “Naw, you’re right, that name doesn’t really make sense. Oh, well.” Record-scratch, audience cheering. “And here we are! The overall ratings are in, kids! How do you think you did? Well, I can tell you: you did fantastic. The drama! The tears!” His voice dropped sixteen octaves. “The character arcs like blades, hooking deep in the gut! Oh, and of course, filicide. Fucking delicious."

Hastur made a noise as if he'd been gutted as Kayne spoke.

How dare you, John groaned.

“And I brought cake for the occasion!” Kayne said, holding it up again, and eyed them. “But you know what? No, no, cut. Cut! Edit. This little clusterfuck will not work.” And he snapped his fingers.

They were abruptly torn away from each other.

Everyone shouted. Nibbles bleated. Hastur and Arthur found themselves on opposite sides of the throne room, just within the blazing light—and behind some kind of barrier. Whatever it was, neither could get past it; whatever it was, neither could be heard.

They banged, shouted, kicked. Hastur, then John, tried spells.

To no avail.

Faroe scrambled backward until she slammed into the throne, gasping. Nibbles had been placed behind her, on the seat, unbound, but similarly cordoned off.

Kayne loomed , leaning over her, blocking the spotlight so he was silhouetted except for the freakish whiteness of his teeth.

Faroe stared up at him, gasping loudly, fear upon fear after horror upon horror making her shake, making her feel so weak. She’d grown up around bigger beings, long been used to such large things as her father—but this human-sized man, right now, felt bigger than them all. “Kayne!” she cried.

“That’s my name, feel free to wear it out and I’ll make up another one!” he said, and laughed.

It was horrible, that laugh. Worse than in her head. This close, shocking, knife-like, it pierced, and she screamed, covering her ears with both hands.

He crouched suddenly, holding the mic out to her so her gasps echoed back at her from around the room. “Hey, now, don’t be sad! You won! What do you have to say?”

Faroe cringed. “Go away!”

“Mmm, nope, nope, I mean, my script has a lot of space for improv, but that’s definitely not on the docket.”

“What do you want?” she cried.

He laughed. “What does anybody want?” he proclaimed. “Affordable coffee! Universal healthcare! Vengeance! A damn good show!” He tilted his mic away like a cue, and the audience tittered.

Faroe's tears were hot on her cheeks. “I thought you were my friend!”

All the sound stopped. Not even a record-screech this time, just sudden, strange silence. Hastur and Arthur were frozen, unmoving. Over her head, so was Nibbles, still in place like a photograph.

Kayne’s look was pitying, and cold, humiliating, as if she'd just been stupid . “Did. I act. Like a friend?”

She stared.

He leaned in, crawling forward, crouching over her on all fours like some predatory beast, and his spine did not curve right. “Did. I act. Like a friend?”

“No,” she whispered.

“Trust what people do. Not what they say.” He patted her cheek and stood again, human again, and all the sound resumed. “And now, it’s time for the final game of the season!” The audience cheered wildly. He looked at her. “It’s your cue,” he mouthed.

Cue? Cue for what? She had no idea what was going on, what these crowd sounds were, what the hell he was holding in his hand. Just how many times did she have to go into a horrible situation like this and not know what was going on?

She wiped her face, furious. This wasn’t funny.

“Oh, I disagree,” said Kayne.

In their invisible barriers, her fathers (fathers!) both railed, physically battering themselves, trying to get to her.

She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to draw the sword from the stone like Arthur had and…

Kayne tsked . “I think she's a little stunned, folks, let's all have some patience, yeah?" The crow laughed and hooted. "Faroe, Faroe, Faroe... don't make me wait! This has been six years in the making, baby doll. You are a success. Your presence (and your opinion and your happiness and your love ) forced these idiots to work together and be interesting enough that you don’t get canceled tonight! Isn’t that lovely?”

“Canceled?” she whispered, and memories stuttered into place. Similar words, something about a mini… mini show? Something, from that night, years ago—

“Hey, that’s pretty good,” said Kayne. “Good memory you got, there. Bet you made some new ones tonight, eh? You two, reaching toward each other like some famous ceiling painting! You, fucked in the head and sure he was going to kill you, but reaching anyway! Him, uncaring if he fucking died as long as you didn’t—and just making it in the nick of time, because you were about to pass out, and then he wouldn’t have gotten to you quickly enough if you hadn’t reached back. Wow. I mean, wow. I couldn't have planned it that dramatically.”

The audience began chanting her name.

She'd never hated her name before. She hated how it sounded now, ugly, violent, like a club in each hand, coming down. She shook and looked at her fathers again.

Arthur was sobbing, on his knees; he’d beaten his hands bloody, trying to get out. Smears hung in the air, on nothing, showing where he’d tried hardest.

Hastur had practically torn out the floor; it was like a meteor had landed on him, divoting, but he could not break through. Whatever Kayne had done clearly locked him in from above and below, too.

They couldn’t help her... but maybe she could help them. Slowly, Faroe looked up. “If I play, will you let them go?”

The audience cheered.

His grin was brilliant and shiny and white, and there were definitely too many teeth. “Brave little thing. Yes.”

Such a simple answer had to be a trap—but she couldn’t risk it. “Fine. What are we playing, Kayne, worst secret friend in the world?”

That title cracked him up, and she clutched her ears again as glass shattered somewhere in response to his levity.

Gasping, she yelled. “Well? Are you just going to… fuck around? ”

Well, maybe that wasn’t the way to go, because he laughed even harder, slapping his knee, and paced like a tiger. as if this was just so great that he couldn't hold still.

Faroe looked at her fathers.

No, she thought. She would not be crushed by this. She braced herself, reached behind her, and used Hastur’s throne to stand. (Like Arthur had, pulling himself up by a sword he made himself, like Hastur had, even after he'd had to do the worst thing, like—)

“Ooh,” said Kayne, low, his eyes lidded. “I liked that. You really are worth all that effort, maybe. Maybe. Still a kid. Well, anyway. Are you ready to learn what you’ve won ?"

“Yes,” she said, as if pronouncing her own doom.

He raised both hands, legs apart, as if posing for some kind of explosion. “A second season!”

And the crowd roared, louder than at the games, somehow more human than at the games, wild with anticipation.

"What?" Faroe called over it. “A second season? What does that mean?”

“Six more years, baby-doll. I don’t kill all of you for six more years.”

She stared. “ Kill? ”

“Your dad’ll explain the fine print later,” Kayne said, waving his hand, and abruptly shoved a plate with a slice of cake into her chest. “Take it.” He smiled. And it was a warning.

Her hands trembling, she did.

The cake was weird. The frosting was shades of brown, like rotten fruit, and it smelled like a peach left long on the ground, putrescent. Bile filled her mouth. She did not eat.

“So!” he said. "Let's see where we are, shall we? Not a forced family anymore, and while I have personal preferences on that account, I hear you.” He shouted at the ceiling. “I hear you! Conflict resolution! Declarations of love! Old plot lines revived! Punishment! I hear you, cheese and crackers!”

The audience laughed. Some asshole bellowed, That's what I said!

Faroe swallowed again. She was so tired; her body was done, fight-or-flight reserves already tapped, but Arthur had stood, and so would she. “Will you get to the point?” she said as imperiously as she could.

“I like the schtick, doll, but don’t push it,” he said. “You get to choose.”

The audience went oooooh.

“Choose?” Choose what? She wracked her brain. She’d missed something.

He watched her twist, his smile eager, hungry, cruel . He was waiting for her to ask.

She’d agreed to play—and whatever else Kayne was, his warnings and specific promises had always been true. She clenched her healed hand, memories of flesh melting too close to the surface. “Choose what?”

He winked at the ceiling and said, “Hastur. Arthur.”

The audience murmured, uneasy. She waited. He didn’t add to the sentence. “What?”

“Two choices, babe. You get one vote. You can’t abstain. No ties. You have to choose. Hastur. Arthur."

Choose what? Choose what?

She couldn’t do this. How could she do this? What did he mean? What was he asking? “I request more information.”

“No.” He angled the mic away from himself, and the crowd said ooooh .

She stomped her foot. “That’s not fair! I don’t know what I’m choosing!”

“Sure you do. Hastur. Arthur.” He laughed, arms out, and spun on one foot. “Choose!”

Choose?

It had to be death. He’d already talked about killing.

All the spells he’d taught her were cruel in some way. And Arthur didn’t even want to talk about what Kayne had done. And her father…

Her father was afraid.

She had to choose who was going to die tonight. Faroe put her hand over her mouth, trying not to sob. She wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye. Not to anyone.

“No one ever is, baby doll,” said Kayne in a mockery of gentleness. “You’re out of time. Choose, or I will, and oh… you will not like that penalty. You should ask your dad how it goes when my words are ignored. ”

Get him a body bag! Yeah! some guy in the crowd shouted, and they all just laughed.

She swayed. For one moment, just one, it almost drowned her. This choice. This weight.

“Five,” said Kayne.

Arthur had stood.

“Four,” said Kayne.

Her father had done the hardest thing for her tonight and wept tears of gold.

“Three,” said Kayne, holding up three fingers.

“I’ve decided,” she said, because she had.

Divorcing herself from the emotional angle. Stepping back from them being hers. From what she’d learned tonight. From the brand new beautiful things that helped to heal the horrors she’d seen.

She had to view this as an adult. She had to view this as a queen . The least harm to the most people. The most good to those in need. If someone was going to die, it had to be Arthur—because her father could bring him back. If Hastur died, Arthur would love her and be there—but he couldn’t bring Hastur back, and Carcosa would be in trouble.

She couldn’t think through it more than this. Felt like her brain stuttered and fell, face-first in the mud. She could not emotionally engage.

A drum roll began, low and menacing.

She spoke, and to make them proud, she tried to speak like the queen she was meant to be. “I choose Arthur to die,” she whispered instead, and then burst into tears.

Nothing happened. There was eerie silence; even Kayne was quiet, as though waiting for her to get it together again.

She couldn’t shut it off right away. Hitching, choking, she finally dared look up.

Arthur was alive. Staring at her, clearly shouting her name. John kept trying magic, splashing gold along the invisible barrier, to no effect.

Did that mean…

She spun, terrified.

Hastur was alive, still trying to power his way through, his gold robe ichor-stained, his ragged half still fluttering as he tried with all his power to reach her.

Faroe was so confused she didn’t know what to do.

“Aaaaand we’re back!” said Kayne, and the audience cheered. “Excellent choice, baby doll! Real smart! I mean, I’d prepped for both options (and that’ll be fun when the other plays out) but honestly? I was hoping you’d choose him. Too much l-u-v and outright sappiness otherwise. Boring!”

“Wh-what?” she said.

Kayne snapped his fingers.

The barriers disappeared.

“Faroe!” came from both sides, and suddenly, she had them back.

Her fathers, both of them—and she and Arthur were both in Hastur’s arms, off the ground and half-hidden. She had them. They lived. They lived.

"My daughter," Hastur cried, his voice broken.

"Faroe!" Arthur cried.

Faroe! John cried, and both Arthur’s hands took hers, squeezing them, comforting.

What had she chosen? What had she done? “I’m sorry,” she gasped, clinging. “I don’t know what... I don't know what I did!”

“Well it’s been a good night, folks, with our breakout star (pretty good show from a kid whose first scene in this show was grkk, you know, dead) , but it’s time to wrap up.” The audience cheered wildly.

“Go fuck yourself!” snarled Arthur.

“No,” Kayne said. “She picked you, loverboy.”

What? breathed John.

“Couple of notes! Don’t make me repeat them, now.” Kayne counted on his fingers. “One! Arthur’s off the no-kill list. We all know you’re not going to do it, anyway, so that limitation is pointless.”

What the fuck? John demanded.

“Quiet!” Hastur snarled, focused, rapt.

“Someone learned his lesson,” Kayne said in a sing-song voice, and counted his second finger. “Two: new stars! Can’t kill them. Can’t send them away. You’re smart. You get the idea.”

Hastur got the idea. “Yes.”

“Good!” And everything froze.

Hastur stood alone, facing the being he’d tried to find a way around for six years, who now scared him more than anything he had ever known.

There was nothing here in this place. A vague blue-gray light, and nothing else. Eternity in emptiness. Hastur made a low, strained noise.

“And three… I don’t like you,” Kayne said, and it echoed, the words sound over and over again from all directions.

Hastur trembled. “I know.”

“I don’t like you… less than I did, though? The utter misery works for me. Crunchy heart, all in pieces . But still. I don’t like you. So here’s what I’m thinking, Golden Boy.” Kayne approached, and as he did, his guise melted away, and what he was came out to play.

Hastur fell back, crying out, huddled in terror.

Shadow bled from the thing “Kayne” had hid, madness threatening even Hastur's mind, and the next words burned themselves into him like brands. “She gets six more years. It’ll be played out at that point; I’ll probably move on. But you? You.”

Hastur panted, not daring to run, not daring to anger him more.

“I'm thinking I might just kill you, anyway.”

Hastur felt like his hearts stopped. He stared.

“Am I being greedy? Having my cake and eating it, too? Yeah, sure, but I mean, easy win, right? Everyone is gonna love season two. But you? You’re the one who did the shit. You did it all, didn’t you? Why, it was all… your… fault.” And his voice dropped low to a pleased and terrible rumble, eager, expectant, hungry.

Hastur’s whisper was nothing. “Yes.”

The darkness writhed, relishing. “You have to pay, don’t you? You know you do. You should hear their cries… they want you to suffer, bucko. They want you to hurt. That’s only fair, isn’t it?”

It was. He hadn’t suffered enough. Not for what he’d done, what he’d wrought. He could see that. He deserved… more. "Yes," he whispered, head bowed, because it was right.

So would end the King in Yellow, Lord of Carcosa, fool.

But six years—that wasn’t enough time. If he were dead, who would protect them? They wouldn’t be safe. They would be prey. He couldn’t make them safe in six years. No one could. Hastur made one soft, helpless sound. "Wait..."

“That was lovely! Heartbroken is a damn good look on you, bubby.”

”I need more time,” he whispered, ready to bargain whatever misery this being wanted.

”No,” said the Faceless One. Then he flicked Hastur's mask. Hastur cried out. It reverberated, that pain, shocked him, briefly blinded, flashed through him like lightning, and he found himself flat-out on the ground, whimpering helplessly. He reached up and found a chip in the mask that was his face, an eerie, sharp jag along the top right edge.

“You can’t bribe me, no matter how pretty that was," Kayne said, withdrawing, shrinking back into his guise with every step. "Six years. Good luck making it aaaaall work out.”

And time started up again.

Hastur was where he’d been, protectively holding his family ( his family ), unable to breathe.

His grip tightened. Fragile. They were all so fragile. His face hurt so much, throbbing with his hearts.

“Guest star number one!” Kayne bellowed as if there’d been no interruption.

Trumpets played.

“What the fuck?” came a new voice, a male voice, a heavily accented Bostonian voice, and a man came stumbling into the spotlight as though thrown.

Arthur twisted toward him.

Arthur? said John. Arthur, it… it can't be.

“Parker?” said Arthur, his voice going high and fragile.

“What?” Parker challenged, clambering to his feet. His clothes were a mishmash of Dreamlands commoner fare, as if he’d stolen it all off various washing lines, and they were sweat-stained and torn. His hair, long enough to tie back, was greasy and in his eyes; his boots were worn, and his beard was half grown in. “ Arthur?”

Arthur gawked. Tears began rolling down his face. "Parker? Put... put me..."

Hastur let him down.

Arthur staggered toward that voice, and his breath hitched once. "Parker? Y... you're alive?"

" You're alive?" said Parker. "Fucking... you... son of a bitch, you're here?"

The drum rolled. “And guest star number two!” said Kayne.

Watch out! a new voice snarled.

But not new. Not at all.

“I got this,” soothed Parker, but it didn’t matter at all.

Arthur stopped as though he’d been gut punched. “Yellow?” he choked.

MURDERER! the voice cried.

“Easy, Sunny,” said Parker.

No! Parker, get away from him! He’s fucking dangerous! Yellow snarled. He'll hurt you! He... he'll... get away from us!

Arthur staggered back as if punched. He shook now from head to toe, his breath going shuddery and shallow, his voice a soft whimper.

The drum roll abruptly resumed, and the orchestra began building, louder and louder, adding percussion, strings, brass—“And of course, what’s a new season without a new villain?” Kayne cried, and his eagerness made the room tremble. “Guest star number three, straight from the wilds of the sweetest digs in the Dreamlands! Covered in the sins of his youth, filled with power from the nastiest rituals you’ve ever seen, scion of the Order of the Falling Star, and one of my favorite puppets… Wallace (ace… ace…) Larsooooooooon!”

The music exploded into chaos, a gargantuan blare of discordant noise, and the audience joined it, booing, shrieking, hissing and howling.

"What? What is... where am I?" came a syrupy drawl, smooth and unafraid, and Larson staggered into the light, dressed in colorful finery good enough for Court, with dragon-hide boots, with jewels sewn into the seam of his cloak, rubbing his eyes as though briefly blinded.

Arthur went completely stiff, as rigid as if he'd been electrocuted. It seemed he no longer breathed.

Hastur, John warned.

“What’s happening?" said Larson mildly, unafraid, confident. “I do declare… my, my. What is this place?”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand action!" Kayne bellowed—and disappeared, along with the spotlights, the crowd, the ambient noise, leaving them all alone in Hastur’s throne room.

The silence was deafening. Then, it was broken.

“You!” Larson snarled... at Parker. “Thief! How in the hell did you get loose again?”

“Oh, fuck this guy,” said Parker. “He ain’t getting you back. You hear me? Try it, asshole!”

Parker, I’m scared, said Yellow quietly.

And Larson spotted Hastur, and fell at once to his knees, arms raised. “Oh… oh! Nilgh'ri l' vulgtmah Uh'eog ph'nglui Turor! Llll ahornah, h' ahuh'eog nilgh'ri! ” he proclaimed in R'lyehian, pronouncing what had to be worship.

Hastur! John cried.

Without a sound, Arthur lunged at Larson with every intent to tear him to shreds.

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Notes:

Wow. What can we even say?

We wrote this crazy series as a love-letter to Malevolent. We're playing in the sandbox, raising castles (and razing them, too), and honestly never expected that anyone else would enjoy the mess we made like you wonderful readers have.

Thank you all for your comments, your encouragements, your reactions. They've meant more than you know - and ensured that we would actually WRITE this thing instead of just going, "Wouldn't it be amazing if..."

As for this forced FOUND family, their story isn't done. We're already working on season two—though we might need to catch our breath before we post it. :)

Thank you for trusting us. <3 Hopefully, you enjoy the ride to the end the way we are.

And thanks again to Harlan, who is awesome, and made these dolls for us to play with in the first place.

See you in season two. Love, Trin, @sepiabandensis, and @sparklyandheroic

#malevolent fic #surrogate series #hastur malevolent #kayne malevolent #kiy malevolent #faroe malevolent #faroe lester #arthur lester #john malevolent #john doe malevolent

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winderlylandchime · 3 months

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I cannot believe that everyone can tell that my brother is dumb enough to actually think about making Randy his therapist. Even my neighbor when I told her went ‘oh he would totally be his client if he lived close by.’

Honestly I still can’t believe he is retiring. I’m very happy for him that he is doing something with his life that he believes will bring him joy and stability but fuck does it hurt a little. I think the trouble I’m having is because I’ve seen him on the show/interviews and now podcast so it’s very strange to imagine him being all serious and professional. Hopefully this doesn’t mean we will never see him again. But i hope he has a successful career and that he enjoys it while also helping people.

I feel like Gale probably has to do some normal-ish type of jobs but I feel like he would maybe go for theatre and either teach it or something to do with that. I mean i don’t even know what part of the country the guy lives in so I think that probably has a lot of say in what he’s doing with his career. I did tell my brother that IF anybody were to give us a proof of life for him it will probably be Robert for birthday posts.. Hopefully Robert gets my message from the universe and delivers us some proof of life.

And as for my brothers collection of purses: it’s not a very big collection, he only uses it for “special occasions” like two weeks ago when he went to a mechanic for his car or a doctor check up but i think he has like 5. Two of them i know are small sized black ones (enough only for a wallet/keys/phone) because he made me buy him one for his bday. And I know one of them is a screaming yellow color because ‘sometimes you need a pop of color’. But the reason he actually started using them was because 12-15ish years ago, his friends and him were going to Pride and none of them decided on an outfit that had pockets. So one day he was at a mall and he found a purse with a rainbow on it (i teased him that it was pride merch but he swears it was a sign from the universe) so he bought it for Pride so that him and his friends could put their wallets/keys inside. I wish i was joking when I say that the hetero himbos who went to pride just to accompany me, treated this accessory as if he was the biggest genius they ever met. My brother actually said to my mom ‘yooo why didn’t you tell me about this luxury? There’s so much space for stuff in here! I can even put snacks in here.’

As for the qaf dvds, one of our cousins actually does have them but he forgot about that and tbh I think she is waiting to tell him because she knows he would try to steal them. But I wouldn’t put it past him to actually succeed in finding them on ebay or something, he is stubborn enough.

The funny thing is, dear sweet anon, Randy would kind of be the perfect therapist for your brother since all his angst right now is about QAF and one of the few people with actual answers is Randy.

My biggest fear about Randy as a therapist is less than people have seen him naked and having very realistic simulated sex on Showtime and more that on the podcast he gave his opinions about pop culture and he's such a snob! I don't want my therapist to think less of me because I have brain rot for a TV show or I like a musical that's not (gasp!) Sondheim... and he totally gives that vibe on the pod.

I do think Gale lives in LA. Or at least that's what I last heard. Which means there's a million ways to make money that's entertainment industry adjacent.

I love that your brother and his hetero himbos accompanied you to Pride and brought a communal purse and then marveled at it. Without for a moment considering why their outfits didn't have pockets and why most women's clothing doesn't have pockets. And why purses are necessary at all. (TBH I carry a big mom bag because I have anxiety and what if I need... water, advil, a bandaid, a hairbrush, a protein bar, a change of clothes, etc while I'm out?)

I think the DVDs are definitely available on eBay! They might just cost an arm and a leg. Just typing that I feel like I'm dooming your brother to an accident involving his arm and/or leg. Tell him to be careful!

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023 #2024 edition

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crashdevlin · 1 year

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Another Second Chance 19- Why Wait?

Another Second Chance Masterlist, Happily Ever Eventually Masterlist

Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.

Summary: The final chapter. The end of Happily Ever Eventually. No mas. Y/n gets her life together and finally finds her Happy.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 3458

Story Warnings: 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, oral sex (fem rec)

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“Misha, seriously, dude.” I roll my eyes at the plans he’s got up on the screen-share. He’s worked out a preliminary plan already. I can’t even begin to imagine how he got this shit drawn up so fast.

“It’s going to be amazing, I promise...and I’ve already put together a group chat for the rehab. Everyone that’s going to help will be in the chat. I’ve added Jared and Jensen, of course. I texted a few of the others and I’ll add them as they confirm.”

“Meesh. Shut up for a minute, okay?”

“Okay.” He sounds a bit offended, but I need him to hear me.

“Okay. So…” Straightforward honesty. “I’m excited about this project and I’m so glad that you’re excited too, but you gotta calm down. You can’t Misha all over this. We all have other projects going, right? Those projects, Midsummer especially, take precedence over this house.”

“But if we put all our focus on the house we can get it done in a few weeks!”

“And I’m telling you that is not going to happen,” I assert. He looks shocked at my tone. “Look, I’m a mom before anything, then I’m an actor and a producer, then I’m an owner-builder for this house...in that order. If it takes a little longer to get the house done because I’ve got higher priorities, then it takes a little longer. If that’s a problem for you, I will pay the General Contractor the $60,000 he quoted.”

Thankfully...Misha laughs. “Sorry, I know I can be too much sometimes. All right. We’ll do this in slow-mo. I’ll get everybody on board and divvy up tasks and then we’ll figure out a timetable that doesn’t clash with anybody’s projects. I will not Misha all over this shit.”

I let out a sigh. “Okay. Thank you.”

“No problem. Do you like the designs I did, though?” he asks, drawing my attention back to his screen.

“Oh, yeah, definitely. Where’d you get the idea to get rid of that closet by the garage entrance?”

We get into a conversation about his various visions for my new house and the inspiration for each. When we get off the chat, I’m more excited. I’m excited to do this project, I’m excited that it’s gonna be on my terms. This is going to be great.

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By Friday night, the group chat for the rehab has been filled out with Kim, Bri, Rob, Ruth, Rich, Jason, Giles, and Alex.

“I’m gonna add somebody to the group chat,” Jay says as he fiddles with his phone. We’re sitting on the couch, watching Fast Times for the gazillionth time.

“Who?” Half of everybody we’re both friends with is in the chat.

“Somebody who’s good with his hands. He’s agreed to help out.”

My eyebrows go up at the evasion. “Jay?”

My phone beeps as he sets his phone down and a few more before I get to the coffee table to pick it up.

<<Jensen: Hey I added my dad to the chat.

<<Misha: Your dad?

<<Jeff: ya needed someone to swing a hammer?

<<Jared: DAD!

I look over at Jay and he’s got this shiteating grin on his face. “When’s the last time you saw Jeff?”

I scoff. “We met once, Jay. Him and Hilarie were in town for Jeff’s birthday.”

“And you spent the whole party hiding in your drink because you were so nervous. Maybe you’ll actually talk to him this time.”

I look down at my phone. I’m not sure exactly what it is about Jeffery that makes me so shy, but if I had to hazard a guess, it’s that voice. I bite my lip as the others chime in about Jeff helping out.

<<Kim: Do we even need to come if you’re gonna be there? You’ve got this, right?

<<Rob: No1 was this excited about me helping

<<Misha: Oh we know how well you swing a hammer, a hatchet, a baseball bat etc

<<Jeff: Do we have a date on this

That’s a question for me.

>>Me: Three weeks is what we’re looking at. I’ve got all the subs scheduled for the week after that

And Misha will chime in next.

<<Jared: Anything that’s not finished after the subcontractors week will get finished out by me, Misha, and Ackles.

<<Misha: What’s left will get done by me, Jared, and Jensen.

Timing needs work, Misha.

<<Jared: I JUST said that

<<Jeff: Hil and I will be there. She’s got a good eye she can help with anything you need designwise

<<Alex: Wow this really became a SPNFAMILY event

I smile.

>>Me: Wouldn’t have it any other way, Al.

“This is gonna be fun. Even if we never get finished and I have to get a contractor, I think this is gonna be fun.”

Jay nods and pulls me into his lap. “It will be fun. Even if we fuck it up, we will all be together and that’s what matters, right?”

“Exactly right,” I say, smiling. He’s giving me that look. That…’everything is amazing’ reverent look. I love that look. “I have a question.”

I have to ask. Five years ago, I wouldn’t ask. Five years ago, I’d let it boil and explode all over my psyche. I know how unhealthy that can be now. I have to ask.

“So...you know I went and saw Dr. McAuliffe the other day, right? First appointment since me and you started seeing each other again and she, um…” I close my eyes because his eyes are getting to me and I have to ask. “She expressed some doubt about the thing you told me about the...the dry spell you broke with me on the yacht.”

“Baby Girl,” he whispers.

“And I really wouldn’t ask because I want to think you wouldn’t be dishonest with me after everything but if I don’t ask then it’s going to fester and I want to do the healthy thing and nip that in the bud before it gets to that point and-”

“I didn’t lie,” he says and I blink my eyes open to look into his. “I get the doubt, but I didn’t lie. From the moment I left you behind in Vancouver to the moment you started rubbin’ on me in that movie theater, no one touched me but me.” He reaches up and cups my cheek. “I’ve been told I was punishing myself. I feel like I was just saving myself for the right woman to come back into my life.”

Well, that...damn Dr. McAuliffe for making me doubt him. “I believe you,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry that I-”

“Never feel bad about asking questions to make yourself feel better. I’m glad you asked. It’s better than letting it fester, right?” He’s so understanding.

I lean in and kiss him. The hand on my cheek moves to the back of my neck and he pulls me into a deeper kiss. Our tongues move across each other and I start rolling my hips a bit. He gets hard in his jeans and I start to feel that tingle of wetness. He moans into my mouth and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his lap harder.

“Bedroom?” I offer. He picks me up and carries me all the way to the bed. I pull my shirt off and toss it to the side of the bed. He hisses and bites his bottom lip as he looks down at me, grabbing his shirt and pulling it off over his head.

He’s leaning over me, kissing my neck and shoulder, before I can really think too much. He starts kissing his way down my chest into the valley between my breasts. God, he’s good at that, nibbling kisses with just enough suction and teeth. “Get this off,” he whispers, pulling at my bra.

I reach under me and undo my bra with one hand. Jay immediately takes a nipple between his teeth and tugs. I gasp and grab a fistful of his hair. His tongue starts soothing where his teeth dug in and I just let my head fall back and my eyes close. I just let myself feel as he kisses all the way down my body. The rest of my clothes find the floor, too and then his tongue is on me. Fuck, his tongue is good. There’s almost nothing better than cumming on his tongue.

Almost.

“Can you grab a condom?” He backs off the bed and unbuckles his belt as I reach over to grab a condom out of the side table. I stare at him as he drops his pants. This is just...such a beautiful sight. Especially when he smiles all cocky like that. “You’re staring.”

“Nah. Why would I be staring?”

“I have no clue why, but I think you might have the hots for this old man.”

"I don't go for old guys," I respond as I rip open the condom. "So you must not be as old as you think you are." I offer him the condom with a smirk and he takes it.

"Hmmm. Your delusions work in my favor so I won't point out how old I really am."

"I'm not delusional and you aren't old. Shut up and kiss me," I demand.

He chuckles and puts on the condom, laying over me and kissing me for a few minutes before I get frustrated with waiting and reach between us to line him up with my pussy.

We move together. It's nine different kinds of perfection. We kiss and I scratch my nails down his back as he thrusts into me. He moves to kiss down my jaw and along my neck.

"This is why I couldn’t fuck anybody else," he whispers. "Never be like this."

God, when he says things like that…

I shouldn’t feel guilty about trying to move on, right? I shouldn't feel guilty about Will.

So...I won't. Jensen chose not to try to move on. Jensen focused on other aspects of his life without me. He chose to keep the torch lit and...fuck, I'm glad he did, but I had to try to move on. It was part of my growth.

"Get outta yer head," he mumbles into my skin before leaning up to kiss me.

Right. Not supposed to be thinking. "Sorry," I whisper into his lips.

He thrusts into me and I gasp. Fuck, that's good. "Love you so much."

"Love you too, Jay."

And I do. I love him so fucking much.

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"Y'all, seriously. This is...insane." How else am I supposed to describe this group standing in my yard? A dozen actors and musicians in matching blue coveralls with their names on them, each with a hammer in their hand. "Who coordinated the outfits?"

Jay and Kim both raise their hands. "We needed a uniform," Jay says, smirking.

"So we had these made up and here are yours!" Kim pulls out a pair of coveralls and holds them up. Instead of my name, it says "HBiC" over the breast pocket. I can't help but laugh. "It's your house, your project, and we aren't going to do anything without your consent. Right, Collins?"

"I already agreed to that! Jeez!" Misha complains.

"Go slip that on and we'll get started on the demo," Jensen says as Kim hands the uniform over.

"He's usually trying to get her out of her clothes, so this is an improvement," Jared teases and I chuckle as I rush into the house, running into the half bath off the living room.

By the time I get out of there, everybody is waiting in the kitchen. "All right, boss. Where you want us to start?" Jeff asks and I bite my bottom lip as my face heats up. Why does his voice do that?

"Ummm, M-Misha has the, um, the plans. I think we only need five or six people in here to demo the cabinets and a couple to take down the walls for the closet that's coming down and the rest of us can head to the master bath to start demoing that nasty counter and the toilet and then we can play with the flooring samples and the, um, p-paint."

"Mind if I?" Jay lets the question hang but I know he's asking for a bit of control. I nod and he smiles. "All right. Jared, Jeff, Misha, Bri, Richard, and I will take the kitchen. Alex, Kim, Jason, you can break the closet. Everybody else head up to the master. We can get this all knocked out quick."

Good delegation. "See you when we get to a stopping place," I say, going to my tiptoes to kiss Jay's cheek before I go up the stairs to the master bedroom.

Things move smoothly, especially considering the complete lack of experience most of us have with this sort of work. We're sweaty and burning hot by the time we get the bathroom torn apart.

"Water? Pretty sure Manns brought a cooler full of drinks," Hilarie offers and we all nod and leave the bathroom.

Jay's talking, I can hear him as I'm coming down the stairs.

"-will be great for the resale on it. She's gonna be able to sell the place for at least a hundred grand more than she paid."

"She hasn't even moved in yet and you're already trying to get her to sell?" Jeff asks.

"Well, no, not yet. She wants her own place for a while and I get that, but when I ask her to marry me, we'll probably move in together." I stop in my tracks halfway down the stairs. Everybody stops behind me. Marry? What?

"You're planning to pop the question?" Rob asks.

"Already?" Rich's voice.

"Yeah, bought a ring, just gotta figure out her size and get it altered." What? What the- My stomach is suddenly in knots.

"That’s great!" Jason.

"Um, isn't it a little-" Misha starts.

"Early? You've only been talking since September," Jared says. His voice is a bit judgmental.

"We're in love. Why wait?"

"Because you're pushin' too hard and you're gonna scare the woman away, dummy." Jeff? How does Jeff know how this is gonna affect me and Jensen doesn't?

"Jeff's right. She's always been a 'push too hard and you'll push her away' kinda woman," Jared says. Thank God our friends are here to talk him out of this.

"You need to wait, Jensen," Misha advises.

"I don't really want to wait, guys. I've been waitin' on her for five years."

"You're an idiot, Ackles," Jared says.

"Don't scare her off, dumbass." Kim. "We just got the gang back together and you're gonna send her back to her corner where she only talks to me and Bri?"

"What am I, chopped liver?" Misha asks. Hello, fourth grade.

"With onions," Kim snaps.

"Gotta go with them. They know her better than most, right?" Al Cal with the quiet wisdom. "Just slow your roll, man."

"Well, too late. I've already got the ring in my sock drawer."

"Don't give it to her!" That was a few voices.

Shit. I hope...I can't listen anymore. I push past the others and run up the steps as softly as possible. I end up in the office because it's the closest to the staircase. Hilarie and Ruth follow me in. Giles, I guess, doesn't know me well enough to be involved in my drama. I get that. He's Misha's BFF, not mine.

"Hey. You okay?" Hilarie asks as I throw myself down in the corner.

"Lovely, you're going to be just fine. I know that was a wee shock but-" Ruth starts.

"It's too much. I just...just a few weeks ago, he suggested moving in together again and I told him it was too much and now he's got a ring? I have to...I can't think about...what the fuck is he thinking?"

"He was thinking that you weren’t listening," Hilarie says, running her fingers through her hair.

"He's moving too fast. I have to tell him…"

"No, you don't!" Hilarie shakes her head. "You weren't supposed to hear that."

I know that. "I know, but I can't hold it in! That isn't healthy!" I bring my head down to my knees and bury my face as Ruth rubs my back. "Honesty is the utmost. I have to talk to him and tell him that-that it's too much. He should know it's too much."

He should already know! I told him that it was too much, too fucking fast last month and now it's...Jesus fuck, I can't-

"Hey." Misha's voice makes me sniffle but I don't look up. I just need to breathe and think and- "G said you might need me."

Misha drops down on my right side and wraps me in a hug. "I heard him. He wants me to marry him. I'm not there yet."

"I know...and I think he does too. He just really wants to fix it all and have the happy ending."

I look up. Ruth and Hilarie have stepped back to the middle of the room, Giles is standing in the doorway. "I don't want to have to tell him 'no', Misha...but if he asks anytime soon…"

"I know and I think he's not-"

"I'm not gonna ask," Jay says as he walks in the room. "Misha, can I have the room for a few?" Misha kisses my temple and stands, giving Jensen a pointed look before he follows the others out. Jensen closes the door and turns to me. "So, you heard me."

"Yeah."

He sighs and leans against the wall across from the one I'm sitting against. "I know. 'Too much, too fast', right? But ya gotta see it from my side, Baby Girl. I love you. I love you with everything I have to give. I have been loving you for so many years and…" He licks his lips and puts his hands in his pockets and he looks very Dean in this moment. "I fucked up and ruined our opportunity to get to our happy ever after five years ago and I just want to...I just wanna get there. I just want us happy."

"I am happy, Jay," I insist, standing. "But if happy for you only happens when I have that ring on my finger and we're living in some huge house and we've rushed into some commitment, then that’s too much pressure! That puts me in charge of your happiness and I-"

"No, no, I am happy. I'm very happy. I'm just...you know that old Rascal Flatts song? 'Why wait another minute for something we shoulda done yesterday?'" he sings. "But I understand where you're comin' from. I understand that it's a lot of pressure and it seems like I'm rushing to get it going and I'm not trying to pressure you into doing anything. I wouldn't ever wanna do that to you. So I'm not gonna ask." What does that even mean? He smiles as he steps closer, pulling his hands out of his pockets and moving to caress my cheek. "I've got the ring. You know I have it, I know you’re gonna wanna wear it someday. When you decide you're ready to have the same last name as your son, you just let me know and I will dig it outta the sock drawer. Won't even get down on one knee or anything. You say when you're ready and I will make you my bride."

That...takes the pressure off. "Okay, Jay."

I lean up and kiss him. "Sorry I freaked."

"Sorry I made you freak." He smiles and nods at the door. "Thirsty?"

I nod and follow him out. Everything is gonna be okay.

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It took a while, a few weeks longer than Misha predicted, but the house is beautiful. The paint and flooring and countertops that Hilarie helped me pick out go so perfect with the new stain on the cabinets. There's so much space...and the fence we put up is taller and prettier than the one I had at the older house.

We have a moving service, but we still load a bunch of boxes into the back of Jensen’s truck and drive them over. It's kinda crazy to be here. Life changes, right? I've said it before. Everything changes always but…

I'm in a great place. New home, great love, my wonderful kids in the backseat playing tic-tac-toe. Things have never been this good...and for the first time in my entire life, I don’t fear things going bad. For the first time in my entire life, I'm happy with no reservations.

I knew I'd get there...eventually.

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Author's Note 2: That's it. That's the end of Happily Ever Eventually. Do they get married? Who knows? Do they ever have another breakdown? No tellin'. It's over. I'm done. No more.

But...

I just love these characters so much!

Fuck, I'm just gonna have to keep writing them, aren't I? Dammit!

Well, I guess now's a good time to let you guys know...

NEW SERIES COMING SOON: To Have it All!

First part: Permission Granted

I'm retelling the whole story from Jensen's POV (and going a little bit past where the story ends here so that those questions above get answered), so if there's some specific bit you were wondering "What was he thinking here?" Let me know and I'll make sure it makes it into the new series!

The Kitchen Sink Tags- @flamencodiva @sacriceria @lyarr24 @440mxs-wife @nancymcl @stephv213 @mariekoukie6661 @beachy2014 @alwayskeepfightingsweetheart @cosicas-cuquis @queenoftheunderdark @myheartbelongsintz @squirrelnotsam @akshi8278

#cassie writes stuff #spn fanfic #spn rpf #jensen x reader

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laurfilijames · 2 years

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All To Himself

Pairing: Anders Johnson x female reader

Words: 2,334

Warnings: rated E, 18+. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: Anders’ birthday plans for you get spoiled when you end up sick on your big day, but he finds a way to make it even more perfect than imagined.

A/N: wishing my dear @blairsanne the happiest of days, despite being sick. You deserve all the good in this world, and I hope you’ve managed to find the best in your special day even with a rotten cold 💗💗love you heaps!!

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Dinner reservation; check.

Flowers ordered; check.

Gift; check.

Anders ticked all the boxes on his mental list of the things he needed to prepare for your birthday celebrations tonight; keen on making it the best one you'd ever had, an excited smile already tugging at the corner of his lips that pulled out his dimples.

It was all a surprise, and knowing how you always seemed to figure things out whenever anybody tried, he was hell-bent on making it a success. Now that he had everything organized, and had even recruited Ty and sent him on his way to deliver the flowers to your office, he sat back in his chair and began to focus on work, knowing Dawn would be nagging him if he didn't accomplish a single bit of work in addition to sneaking out early- which come to think of it, had neglected to tell her.

"Oh, Dawn?" he called out across the room.

"Yes, Anders?" she asked, not looking up from her computer with a hint of annoyance laced in her voice.

"I may or may not be leaving early today."

She looked up, her expression letting him know she definitely was annoyed and questioned him in that same tone she'd done so many times before. "Which one is it then?"

"Which one is what?" Anders scrunched his face, confused at what she meant, his mind already gone to being with you later.

"Are you leaving early or not?"

"Yessss…" He drew out his response, lingering on the 's' in hesitation as he watched her reaction, his lips pursed. Her eyes rolled and her bob swayed with the shake of her head, but she remained silent. Relieved it wasn't as terrifying as he expected it to be, he opened his laptop and made another attempt at starting his work. "Thanks Dawnsie, you're the best!"

"Well, even if I said 'no', it wouldn't matter would it?"

He chuckled, chewing on the end of his pen. "No."

She smiled at him, her head tipping to the side in that sweet way she did when she was genuinely happy about something. "Plus, it helps to know that your playing hooky is all being done in the name of love."

"Yeah, yeah. Back to work," he pretend-scowled, choosing to ignore her little remark even though it left him smiling to himself behind his screen.

His cell phone rang a short while later, your name coming across the screen making him quickly drop the call with a client he was on the work phone with to answer you instead.

"And how is my birthday girl?" he purred, leaning back comfortably in his chair.

"Sick." Hearing your voice come across congested followed by a small sniffle made him sit forward again; worry instantly filling his gut.

"Shit, really? Are you okay? What do you need?"

"I don't know," you whined. "Sleep? A cuddle? I just want this day to be over." He could hear your distress through the phone, and his heart sank, knowing you were trapped at work and would be overworking yourself right until the day was done, and that there was no way he'd be taking you out tonight.

"I'm so sorry. This truly isn't fair," he sighed, pinching the skin between his eyes with his forefinger and thumb.

"Ah, it's just as well," you said dismissively, like your special day suddenly meant nothing important.

"Is there anything I can do?" Anders asked, his heart sinking further into his stomach by the second.

"Nah, I'll be fine, thanks. I suppose I shouldn't be seeing you later then, I don't want you to get sick too." Your voice sounded so defeated and deflated, and he hated the thought of you being alone on your birthday, having been excited to celebrate in some way despite you saying the opposite now.

"I'll be fine, I want to see you. Just… call me later when you're home, alright?"

"I will."

He waited for you to hang up first, certain that you wouldn't call him later, and already he was trying to think of ways to rectify his plans and manage to give you a happy birthday anyway.

Anders stood in your bedroom, his jacket and dress shirt removed and placed on the end of your bed, turning his wrist to check that there was only another thirty minutes left before you were set to arrive home. He shimmied out of his dress pants and reached for the bag he had brought, grabbing his track pants and a t-shirt out of it and actually feeling slightly relieved he no longer had a reason to be stuck in his stuffy suit for the rest of the day.

As he walked through your apartment, he double checked that everything was as he wanted it after changing plans, lighting candles as he went. He managed to get Ty to deliver the flowers to JPR instead with only a small argument from his brother who shouted at Anders that he had already made it to your office and was about to walk in through the door; thinking it would be better to give them to you privately now, aware your coworkers would make a big fuss and pester you when you were barely managing to survive the day as it was. But that was easy compared to what he had to do to get dinner here; having to use Bragi to convince the chef to make your favourite dish to go despite the restaurant not offering take-away of any kind. It smelled perfect, staying warm in your oven, almost as good as the single cupcake that sat on a plate on your countertop; the rich chocolate frosting making his mouth water as he pressed a candle down through its center.

Your door opened and he listened to you kick off your shoes and shuffle through to the kitchen, your face lighting up in surprise as your eyes landed on him.

"Happy Birthday, gorgeous," he said softly, stepping toward you to take your bag off your arm and set it on the floor beside you before taking you in his arms, feeling your whole body relax into his hug.

"Anders-"

"Ah, before you start: I wanted to, and yes you deserve it." He smiled and you couldn't help but join him, suddenly feeling the best you had all day.

"You're the best," you sighed, going in for another hug, smiling into his shoulder as you felt his hands run up and down your back.

"I know," he chuckled, making his belly press out against you as he held you even closer. "Now, go get something comfy on and come join me for dinner."

"You brought dinner?" you asked, turning to go toward your bedroom.

"Yes, from your favourite spot to boot!"

You poked your head around the door frame in shock, knowing that the restaurant didn't offer take-out. "How?!"

Anders gave you a pointed look, his eyebrows raising high on his forehead, one hand lifting to gesture what should have been obvious.

"Oh, of course. Many thanks to Bragi, then!"

You came out minutes later, dressed in your softest lounge pants and a tank top, partly wishing you were well enough to be dolled up and out on the town, but the way Anders looked at you now like he would devour you on the spot had a warm flush rising up your chest.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice low and sultry, making your head feel dizzier from that more than your cold.

"So much better, actually. I'm really happy you're here." You walked toward him and slid your hands up his chest and around the back of his neck; his flesh thick and warm on the palms of your hands as you scratched his hair at the base of it.

"Good." His eyes were steely, and you would've been completely lost in them if he hadn't leaned in and pressed his lips against yours; softly first, and then eagerly.

Breaking your kiss, Anders pulled away from you, looking at your swollen lips as he tried to steady his breathing. "Are you hungry?"

Your tongue darted out of your mouth, savouring the taste of him as you licked your lips, the sight making his cock ache and resolve begin to fade.

"Not really…" you lied, the smell of the food making your stomach growl in protest, but right now your focus was on a different kind of hunger that demanded attention. "Are you?"

His eyes narrowed and a wicked grin stretched out his lips, making your mouth feel dry as you swallowed thickly.

"Very."

You don't know how it happened, but soon you were out of the clothes you had just put on and laying in your bed with Anders covering you with his own naked body, his ardent kisses leaving you breathless as he traveled down your neck to your chest, his lips and tongue replacing his hands on your breasts to make your nipples harden even more. Your back arched off the bed, pleasure taking control as his nimble fingers dragged up and down through your slit, and you watched his cock twitch in anticipation before your eyes fell shut as he dove them inside your core. He fingered you until even he couldn't take it anymore, shifting to line his weeping tip to your entrance and press inside your tight walls, his moan of satisfaction quieted by yours. His hips rolled against you slowly, but in deep, coaxing motions, reaching the sweetest parts of you with each plunge in, the hairs above his cock rubbing expertly on your clit. He smiled into the hollow of your neck as your nails dug into his shoulders and back, your legs lifting higher on his hips to allow him to fuck you deeper while spreading them apart further; your body giving clear instruction to what you wanted as your mind was lost in ecstasy. He smoothed his hand up the back of your thigh, giving reassuring squeezes as he picked up his pace, feeling his own demise creeping in quickly.

"Good girl," he panted in your ear, his voice rough as he succumbed to his lust, aware of the effect those two words would have on landing home your climax. The bed shook and banged lightly against the wall in time with his thrusts, his pace and efforts reddening his skin and forming a layer of sweat that helped him glide against you even more.

"Anders!" you cried, signaling your descent into euphoria, and with that he hammered into you, pounding the spot that made you sing his name in repetition and clench his already leaking cock tightly. You shook beneath him as your orgasm tumbled through you; the feel of his hot spend wetting you more as it spilled from you as he continued to pump in and out, extending your climax to a point it felt like it would never end. Your chest heaved but before you could try to catch your breath, Anders captured your parted lips in a forceful kiss, his tongue trying to claim you as if his body hadn't already. Slipping from you with a low growl, Anders shifted to lay beside you, his arm resting heavily on the pillow above his head as he fought for air.

"Are you alright?" he asked, peering over at you with a serious expression; hoping he didn't provoke anything that ailed you.

"That was just what I needed," you hummed, taking his hand that rested between your sated bodies with yours and intertwining your fingers.

"Hmm, and what else do you need?" he asked through a smile, pleased with himself that he had satisfied you so well.

"That delicious meal that's in the oven."

A hum of pride passed through his lips as he sat up and turned onto his side, pressing a haste kiss to your lips before springing out of bed. "That I can do!"

He pulled his pants on without any boxers underneath, and shirtless, he trudged through to your kitchen. The sound of plates and cutlery being set out echoed through as you redressed yourself, and it wasn't until you joined him in the kitchen that you noticed the beautiful bouquet of flowers and the cupcake sitting in wait on the counter.

"You really outdid yourself, Mr. Johnson," you drawled in your sick voice, leaning in to smell the fragrant blooms that graced you even with your cold.

"I had something else planned," he started to explain, walking toward you. "But if you ask me, I prefer this better." His hands found your cheeks and cupped them as he pressed a slow kiss to your lips, making you melt to his touch once more and for what you had a feeling wouldn't be the last time either.

It was hard to believe it could be possible, but somehow your favourite meal tasted even better in your own home, eaten from your own inexpensive plates, across from a shirtless Anders who seemed to be enjoying this far more than he would have at the restaurant.

After it was cleaned up, you laid on the couch together watching one of your most cherished films that you'd seen a million times, the remnants of the shared cupcake on the coffee table in front of you.

Your fingers languidly stroked the fuzzy hairs on Anders' arms while a sleepy and completely content feeling washed over you, making the symptoms of your pesky cold diminish to almost nothing.

As Anders held you close to his chest, feeling the rise and fall of your breaths against him through your back and inhaling the perfect scent of you as his face rested on the top of your head, he couldn't think of a time he felt happier to have had his plans foiled. He smiled again - so many times now today he wouldn't be able to count - elated to be at home with you; the birthday girl all to himself.

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Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

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CHAPTER 30 -

NOW YOU KNOW ME, FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

A/N: Oof. I'm an emotional wreck over here. I think this is my best chapter yet. It definitely is my longest. I have been waiting to write this since... well, a very long time for sure. I hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it!

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>> Warnings: Some language (always), mild jealousy, alcohol consumption, partying, mentions of parental cheating

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June 30th, 2015

It's Natalie's birthday, so you and Levi planned a little getaway. Of course, she caught on quickly, so it wasn't a surprise anymore. And she asked for just a few, specific things.

She wants it on the beach, she wants your close friends there, and she wants a lot of alcohol.

As you pull up, with Natalie and Levi, to the beach house you have rented, you feel an extreme amount of excitement building up. A beach party in general is fun, but a 'Natalie' beach party is going to be something else.

It's a big house. It has a wrap-around porch, tons of windows, a pool, and a staircase leading directly to the beach. It is beautiful, and perfect for the party.

You claim a room with an ocean view, before everyone else arrives, and open the back doors to let the breeze blow in.

There's suddenly some chatter downstairs, which lets you know that some others have arrived, so you head back out.

The girls squeal when they see you. Jade and Dana run up and give you a big group hug.

"Dream Team together again!" Jade shouts.

"Okay, this is clearly not for me…" Levi states, grabbing his bags and taking them to the room Natalie picked.

The four of you giggle.

"I'm so glad you could come!" Natalie exclaims.

"We can only stay til the morning, but we wouldn't miss it! This one told us about your parties!" Dana points to you. "It's going to be amazing!"

"It is now!" You hear coming from the front door, seeing Niall walk with Louis right behind him.

"Hell yes!" Louis adds. "What am I agreeing to?"

You all laugh.

The rounds are made of hugs and hellos, and once everyone is settled into rooms, you all gather on the couches and chairs in the living room.

"Anybody else coming to this shindig?" Niall asks. "I know Payno can't."

"Yeah. Three of my cousins- Hunter, Heidi, and Heather. You guys know Heather."

"Oh, Heather? She's cool." Louis states.

"Yeah, plus another old friend from school, Charlotte." She looks over at you, seeing you smile because you know her. "And, Harry."

Everybody turns toward you.

"Oh, fuck off you guys!" You shake your head.

"Literally, no one said anything Y/N." Dana chuckles.

"You're all impossible."

"Pot calling the kettle…" Louis replies.

You glare at them all and stand up dramatically. "I need a drink already!"

"Good idea, bartender. She winks.

You roll your eyes and walk to the kitchen island where all the alcohol is sitting.

You pour Natalie the first drink, seeing her walk up to the counter.

"It's okay that he's coming, right?" She asks.

"Of course. We're good." You nod. "Nothing weird or bad is gonna happen."

"So you're back to denying your feelings again?" She takes a sip of her drink. "I can't keep up!"

You sigh. "He just broke up with a fucking supermodel! Why would I even try to compete with that?"

"Uh, yeah, because he broke up with her for you!" Natalie exclaims.

"What? No he didn't… did he say that?"

"Well… no…"

"Okay then." You reply.

"You both are fucking ridiculous." She growls, grabbing her drink and walking back to the couch with everyone.

You frown at her, even though her back is turned to you, and pour yourself a shot of tequila. It's not your usual at all, but you can tell you're going to need it.

"Oi oi!" Louis shouts causing your eyes to snap over to the front door.

In walks Harry, wearing his usual black skinny jeans and a white shirt with a blue and green tropical print. Only a few buttons are done up, showing part of his sparrows and the top of his butterfly tattoo. His sunglasses are on top of his head and you notice how his beautiful curls are getting longer, sitting below his shoulders.

[Fuck, he's so gorgeous, it's not fair]

You feel your heart pounding as he walks over to you and stops at the counter.

He turns around to the group on the couches.

"Happy Birthday, Nat." He shouts.

"Damn right it is!" She throws up her hands and cheers. "Thank you!"

You chuckle and Harry turns back to you, dropping his bag on the stool next to him.

"This is gonna be interesting, isn't it." He states.

"I expect nothing less." You smile and shake your head. "Can I make you a drink?"

"Oh! Umm… sure. I'll take one of those." He points to the bottle of tequila and shot glass in your hand.

You pour him one, cheers with your empty glass, and watch him slam it down.

"Why are you doing shots? You don't like tequila…" He asks.

"You kind of need them for Natalie's parties." You chuckle.

"Oh! So it is definitely going to be interesting."

You nod. "It hasn't even started."

His eyes get wider. "Oh god."

You giggle, trying to hide the fact that you are biting your lip unintentionally.

"M'gonna find a bed and prepare myself for… all this…" he winks, and you can't help but watch him walk away.

Your eyes find Natalie, who is wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

[You'll definitely need a few shots tonight]

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After everyone else shows up, and Heidi and Charlotte are done fawning over the boys of One Direction, the party gets into full swing.

Charlotte has made her way to the spot on the couch next to Harry, and he is focused on his conversation with her. She's your school friend, and you're happy she's here, but your jaw is clenched as you watch them from the other side of the room.

You feel a nudge against your arm.

"Whatcha doin Superstar?" Niall asks.

"Just hanging out."

"And maybe trying to summon some mind powers to shove your friend off the couch?" Niall laughs.

You see Harry's eyes subtly shift to you out of his peripherals, but keeps his focus on Charlotte.

You shake your head. "No…"

"Yeah okay Y/N."

"Niall, knock it off." You scold.

He brings his hands up in defense. "Okay. Just figured, with ya feelings and all, you'd… take this opportunity or something…"

"Opportunity for what exactly?" You glare at him.

"You two are impossible." He sighs. "I'm getting another beer."

He walks away and you roll your eyes.

[Nothing is going to happen. Not that you don't kind of want it to, but… it's just complicated, and you're scared. He broke up with a supermodel… so if she wasn't good enough then you know definitely aren't]

You feel another nudge on your arm and turn to see Natalie's cousin, Hunter.

"It's been a fucking long time, dude." You smile.

"Yeah, like, who the hell are you now?" He laughs and you give him a hug.

"That's a good question!" You laugh in reply.

You look back over to see Charlotte laughing as Harry tells her something funny.

Your chest tightens and you look back to Hunter, who happens to be looking in the same direction.

"I need a shot."

"Same." He replies.

He follows you over to the kitchen, and you jump up onto the counter, pouring two more shots. You down it quickly and as you look over to the couches, you see Harry's head turn back to Charlotte. He says something, she nods, and he gets up from the couch.

Your heart starts to race again as he walks over towards you.

As he gets to you, he reaches his hand out to Hunter. "Hey mate, I'm Harry."

"Yeah, man, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Heather's brother, so I hear a lot about you guys."

"Oh, right. Awesome." He looks at you. "May I have another, please?"

You nod, hand him another shot, and he lifts it up. "Cheers." He shoots it back and places the glass on the counter.

Hunter touches your arm and leans in. "I'm gonna chat with Charlotte real quick, I'll catch up with you later."

"Have fun…" you reply.

Harry's gaze follows Hunter as he walks over to Charlotte, and you watch Harry.

"I know he's liked her for a while, but no moves have been made, so you don't have to worry." You state, clearing your throat as Harry's head snaps back to look at you.

"What? No. I don't…" he furrows his brow. "No, we were just chatting."

"Oh. Okay." You reply, feeling relieved and a little foolish for potentially sounding jealous.

"Are you having fun?" He asks, leaning against the counter.

You shrug. "Yeah. You?"

He shrugs too. "I'm waiting for it to get crazy."

You laugh, and look over at Natalie, who is turning up the music as Levi sets up some red solo cups on a table.

"Well, I think it's about to…" you gesture towards your friends.

"Really? Beer pong?" He asks.

"Not exactly…" you respond.

"Tequila Pong!!" Natalie shouts, and everyone around her cheers.

You shake your head as Harry's mouth drops open.

"Y/N! Get your ass over here!" Natalie shouts.

You look over at Harry, his mouth still open, and shake your head when you turn back to Natalie.

She pouts. "It's my birthday, you're my partner, and you're also the reigning champ!"

Harry lets out a huge laugh. "Oh my god!"

You smack his arm and hop off the counter, shrugging at Harry as you make your way to the table.

"I've gotta see this." He states as he follows close behind.

~~~~~

The first two games end quickly. Natalie wasn't lying, you are very good at it.

Harry is standing close to the opposite end of the table with one arm across his chest and the other pulling on his lip, as he watches intently.

"Okay friends. Niall and Louis, lost. Hunter and Charlotte, lost. So who's next?" Natalie asks, pointing around at the group.

"I'll have a go at it." Harry states.

"Really?" You chuckle.

"Yeah, seems easy enough." He replies, and you let out a huge laugh.

"Okay, cocky. Hope it's not a huge blow to that ego when you lose."

He smirks at your trash talk and you stick your tongue out at him.

Levi steps up to be his partner and Natalie bounces in excitement. You motion for them to start.

Harry sinks his first shot and your mouth drops open this time.

"I think my ego will be fine." He winks.

You squint at him and take your own shot, also sinking it into the cup.

After a lot of back and forth, almost all of the cups are empty, leaving one cup on each side of the table. Both Natalie and Levi miss their shots, so it's down to you and Harry. He goes first and it bounces right over the rim. He throws up his hands and the group on his side all groan.

Now it's up to you and you focus as you line up your shot. Your eyes momentarily snap up to Harry as he bites his bottom lip.

"Don't miss." He whispers, and you keep your eyes on him as you take the shot, landing it right into the middle of the cup. Everyone on your side cheers and Harry bows to you.

He shuffles around the table to your side and shakes your hand. "Well played."

"You too. Wasn't expecting that."

"I can say the same."

He licks his lips and pulls them in, then looks down to see that you two are still shaking hands.

He clears his throat. "You were right, this did get wild."

You let out a big laugh. "Oh no, no. Trust me, there's more."

You hold up your finger, knowing exactly how Natalie will continue the night.

"What do we do next?" Natalie asks. "Never Have I Ever?"

You slightly lean towards Harry and whisper "or strip poker."

"Or strip poker?" Natalie adds.

Harry holds in a laugh.

"Strip poker!" He yells.

"What?" You yell back.

"I hate Never Have I Ever. We do it so much in interviews and it never turns out well for me." He replies.

Much to your relief, most of the group votes for the game that Harry hates, and he groans.

You each have a drink in hand, only having to take tiny sips if you answer that you've done it. You find a seat on the couch and watch as Harry sits in a chair directly across from you.

You feel pretty good about the statements you have had to drink for. You admit to skinny-dipping, like you did that one night with the guys. You also admit to having a one night stand, which was in high school, and sneaking out of your house to go to a party. Then it was Natalie's turn. She is looking in the direction of Louis.

"Never have I ever… slept with someone sort of famous…"

Your entire body freezes and your eyes dart over to hers. She drops her head and you can barely make out her whispering "shit".

You look over at Harry and close your eyes. You, Harry, and Heidi each take a drink.

"Heidi? Who did you sleep with?" Heather asks.

"That guy from that band… Stationed… or something like that?"

"That's a local band, sis, that's not even close to famous…" Natalie states, causing Heidi to shrug.

"Well, we all figured that Harry would be sipping." Charlotte giggled. "But who was yours Y/N?"

You shake your head. "I can't say."

"Oh, come on… who was it?" She asks.

You look over at Natalie again, and shake your head.

"She doesn't have to answer. Let's move on. I think it's your turn, babe. Last question." She points to Levi.

You clear your throat as Levi asks something about smoking weed, but your head stays down.

As soon as the game ends, you stand straight up off the couch and Natalie quickly shuffles over to you. "I'm so fucking sorry Y/N/N. I was looking at Niall and Louis when I asked. Kind of surprised they didn't drink. But I'm so sorry!"

"I need some air." You turn and walk out to the back patio, sitting in one of the lounge chairs.

Eyes closed and head back, you hear the door open.

"I'm fine, Nat." You state.

"Not Nat." Niall says.

"Hey." You open your eyes and sit up.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Yeah." You nod. "The question just caught me off guard."

"Right." He nods. "But what about everything else?"

You furrow your brow and look right at him. "What's everything else?"

He sighs. "Fucking hell, Y/N/N. Why are you making yourself miserable?"

You gasp slightly.

"You still love Harry. I know it, you know it. I think half the people here know it." He adds. "You're not with that asshole Ryan, he's not with Candice. Just talk to him!"

"It's too complicated…" you respond.

"Nothing will happen if you don't talk to him." He replies.

"I don't know if I want anything to happen."

"Oh, c'mon, that's not tru-"

"Yes it is, Niall!" You huff out. "I'm not enough, I wasn't enough, and I don't want to put myself through that again."

"Y/N/N…"

"He figured I couldn't handle being with him and maybe he was right. Maybe I can't keep up. He shouldn't have to worry about going out in public with the person he's with. I'm not Candice. She's a fucking supermodel. She's used to that lifestyle. That's what he needs. Well, someone like that anyway."

A few tears start to form and you wipe them away.

"Y/N, stop. None of that's true."

You shake your head. "I just want to be his friend. I can still be in his life and he can have whatever he needs with someone else."

"But you love him." He argues.

"I don't think that's enough anymore."

The door opens again and you both look over to see Harry standing in the doorway.

"Hi."

You clear your throat. "Hey."

"Well, I'm gonna grab a drink. See you inside." He leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek, then pats Harry's shoulder as he walks back into the house.

You blow out a deep breath, trying to keep composure as he takes the seat where Niall was just sitting.

"You alright?" He asks.

"Yeah. Sorry. Just maybe a bit too drunk."

"You don't have to be sorry."

You shrug. "I wouldn't have made it awkward in there if I wasn't."

"Natalie asked the stupid question." He growls. "And I'm the one who… who made it so you had to answer it…"

You look directly into his intoxicating green eyes, making you feel as if you could be drunk on them alone, even without the alcohol.

[No, dummy, you feel that way because of the alcohol]

"I'm… I'm not upset that I had to answer it… I…" You attempt to lean forward on the edge of the lounge chair but it starts to tip, causing you to start to fall off. You grab Harry's shoulder as he grabs your hand, pulling you up as he stands.

"Shit." You smack your hand on your forehead.

"Maybe we should get you inside. Maybe to bed." He suggests.

You pout. "I'm drunk but I'm not that drunk. Just… not as coordinated as usual."

He chuckles. "Are you sure? I don't want you hurting yourself."

"You're so sweet." You immediately blush and clear your throat. "I'll be fine. The party isn't over yet."

"Seriously?"

"It's probably winding down now… are they playing 'spin the bottle'?"

He bursts out laughing. "Yes!"

"Okay, I think she's about to order about ten pizzas and suggest watching a movie."

"What, is like every party exactly the same?"

"No." You shake your head. "But I know her too well."

He nods.

"Plus she told me her plans." You smirk.

His mouth drops open. "Oh my god, you little…"

You burst out laughing this time. "That was fun!"

He glares at you, looking down at your big grin, then back to your eyes.

"I can't believe you."

He is still holding your hand as he opens the door to go back inside, and you let go before you walk through the doorway behind him.

He looks back at you and drops his head for a second.

"Okay, how many pepperoni?" Natalie asks, causing you to giggle as Harry looks back at you again, this time with a big, dimpled smirk.

[Damn, you've missed that smirk. Shit. No!]

You hum slightly as you take a deep breath in, feeling your heart flutter.

[Oh, whatever, you're drunk, you can admire it]

~~~~~

July 1st, 2015

You wake up on the couch, with a blanket laying on top of you. You sit up slightly, feeling a decently painful throb.

"Oh my god." You groan, holding one side of your head.

You hear another groan coming from someone on the floor next to you and you peer over to see Harry laying there with just a pillow under his head.

"Shit." He states, squinting as he tries to adjust his eyes to the light.

"Harry? Did you sleep on the floor all night?"

"Mhmm." He hums.

"Why?"

"I… well, you were pretty drunk… I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"You were drunk too…" you reply.

"Yeah, but I wasn't twirling around, with a whisk in my hand, belting out 'Don't Stop Believing' over and over."

Your cheeks are flooded with embarrassment. "Oh my god… I didn't…"

He nods.

"Did I do anything else stupid?"

He scoffs. "It wasn't stupid! It was probably the best part of the night."

You smile.

"My favorite part at least." He utters under his breath.

You gasp slightly.

He clears his throat and slowly starts to stand up. "I'll make coffee."

"Thank you. I'm going to take a quick shower." You get up from the couch and make your way to the bedroom, grabbing some clothes, and going to the bathroom.

As you let the water wash over your body, moments from the night before start coming back.

You remember sitting on the couch all together as you ate your pizza, with your legs draped over Harry's. You remember giggling during the entire movie. Of course, you now remember singing and dancing around with that damn whisk.

You shake your head and laugh at yourself, washing the conditioner out of your hair. As you turn off the shower, and wrap yourself in a towel, you gasp.

You remember something else. You remember that you tried to kiss Harry.

"No! Fuck! No!" You groan, keeping as quiet as possible.

And then you also remember that he pulled away.

"Oh my god. Y/N, you idiot!"

You get dressed in a black tank top and jean shorts over your swimsuit, throwing your hair back in a low bun.

You stop at your door, extremely nervous to walk out there and face Harry, embarrassed about your actions last night.

[He rejected you. Of course he did, you dummy]

You take a deep breath and head back out to the kitchen. You hear a bit of clanking around, and as you turn the corner, you see Harry making breakfast. Or brunch, rather.

"Smells so good." You state, taking in the scent of the delicious food he has prepared.

"Thought I'd make some hangover food that I know you like."

"Oh?" You reply.

"Breakfast burritos!" He grins.

You giggle. "That's perfect."

He puts one on a plate and places it in front of you. "How're you feeling now?"

"The shower definitely helped." You take a bite and then look directly at him. "Some embarrassing memories came flooding back though."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Definitely remember the singing and dancing now."

He grins.

"And, just, like the movie and stuff." You gulp. "Did I do any other stupid things I should know about?"

He looks down at his burrito and then back up at you.

[Shit. He remembers…]

"No. You didn't do anything stupid." He gives you a smirk and then takes a bite of his food.

You exhale. "Oh good."

[Good! Maybe he doesn't remember]

He clears his throat. "I, uh, saw everyone outside on the beach. Wanna go down there?"

You smile and nod. "Okay."

You grab your sunglasses as he goes to change. You take some breaths to calm down your nerves, but they only come right back as Harry walks back out.

He's got on a dark blue button up, with literally no buttons done, completely open and showing all of his tattoos.

[Holy fuck]

He has on white swim shorts and a sunglasses sitting on top of those gorgeous locks.

[Well, if you were drunk right now you would definitely be attempting to kiss him…]

"Ready?" He asks.

"Mhmm."

He motions for you to lead the way and you both head out of the door, down the patio steps, and right onto the beach.

You drop your towel, put your sunglasses on, and jog over to your friends.

"Hey pretty lady. How do you feel?" Natalie asks.

"Good… what about you?"

"The night is a blur but I feel fine." She replies, causing you to glare at her apparent lack of a hangover.

"Hey, love! We need another player! Wanna join." Louis asks.

"For what?"

"Volleyball! We had to makeshift a net and shit but it works."

You look over at Harry, who is sitting on his towel, with his knees pulled towards him, reading a book.

[Maybe this will take your mind off of the stupid drunken stunt you tried to pull last night]

"I'm not gonna turn down an opportunity to kick your ass!" You joke.

"You're on my team, you little shit!" Louis exclaims.

"Oh." You bend over laughing.

He shakes his head and you walk over with him to the volleyball court they've seemed to have made.

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<< HARRY'S POV >>

If Harry thought he couldn't love you more, he was wrong. And it's killing him.

Watching you laugh, hitting the ball around, and joking with all your friends… it's bringing him so much joy, and yet so much pain.

He thinks about how you tried to kiss him last night. He so badly wanted your lips on his, but he knew you were drunk, and didn't want you to regret anything in the morning. He didn't want to pull away, at all, but he knew he had to.

You don't seem to remember it anyway. You didn't bring it up in the list of memories that came to you in the shower. He feels as if that proves it would've just been a drunken mistake for you.

He wasn't lying when he said you didn't do anything stupid. It wasn't stupid to him. But it's hard to not want to kiss you right now, so he will just sit and watch from afar, so that he doesn't do anything stupid himself.

He's got his book, but he can't seem to keep focused on it. Whenever he hears you laugh, he looks over. He misses hearing that sound every day.

He sighs and lays back on the towel, covering his eyes with his arms.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm down his heartbeat when he hears a shuffling near him. He opens his eyes and looks to the side.

"You don't want to join in on the fun?" Natalie asks, reaching around into her small bag.

"I'm having fun…" he replies.

"I can sit out if you wanna play…"

He props himself up on his elbow and looks over to you, sighing when he hears you laugh again.

Natalie drops down to sit by her bag, but looks over to him.

"Harry…"

"Yeah?" He looks over to her.

"Please talk to her."

"What?"

She sighs. "You're going to be miserable until you do."

"Why the hell do you care, Nat? You hate me." He scoffs.

"Honestly, I don't know why I care." She shrugs. "But… I don't hate you. I just hate what you did."

"I hate it too."

"So why not just talk to her?" She asks, brow furrowed out of confusion.

"She…" he looks over to you, seeing you laugh while you bump into Louis as you both run for the ball. "She deserves everything good."

"Okay?"

"And I already failed." He sighs.

Natalie brings her fingers up to the bridge of her nose. "I can't believe I'm about to say this, but everybody makes mistakes, Harry. And… I know you love her…"

"I'll settle for friendship. I still want to be in her life, I'll take what I can get."

"But you love her, Harry!" Natalie shouts, looking to the group to see if anyone heard.

"She deserves more."

Natalie smiles as she finds her phone in her bag and stands up. "Well, figure it the fuck out, because both of you are annoying the hell out of me!"

"Both?"

"Okay, party pooper. Come join in if you want to play." And Natalie runs off to rejoin the group.

~~~~~

Heather, Heidi, and Charlotte went inside after some short time in the water. Hunter soon followed.

The rest of you finish your game of volleyball and decide to head into the water to cool off. The others are already in just their swimsuits, but you run back to your towel to take off your top layers.

As you get to your towel, and kneel down, you try to peek under Harry's arms to see if he's awake.

"Hey!" You whisper.

You see a small smirk form and he moves his arms to look over at you.

"Hello…"

"We're going in the water. You should come."

"I don't know…" He replies.

You grunt. "Boo." You pull your tank top over your head and remove your shorts. All you have left on is your black bikini with a white patterned trim. You stand up, putting your hands on your hips.

"Okay you big snooze. I'll see you back here." You walk off to the water and just as you reach the shoreline, you feel a warm presence next to you.

At your side stands Harry, looking down at you as he twists his hair up into a bun. You both look at the ocean for a moment.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" You ask.

He doesn't reply, so you look over to him and find him staring out at the water too. Your eyes roll over his perfect jawline and glistening green eyes.

He takes a few steps into the water and looks back at you with a mischievous look. He grabs your wrist and pulls you in.

"Come on ya big snooze!" He exclaims, causing you to burst out laughing.

He lets go of your wrist as you both wade in further to join your friends, getting about waist deep.

You talk about the night before and the next leg of the tour, before Niall and Louis decide to go back so they can find the local pub they heard about.

Natalie and Levi mention they are going back in too, leaving you and Harry alone in the ocean. You both wade in just a little deeper, so that the water is right under your chest.

"Does it make us lame, or fun, that we've stayed out here?" You chuckle.

"Definitely fun. I'm here!" Harry replies.

"Oh right, I forgot, you're the king of partying." You chuckle as you roll your eyes, remembering how many times he chose to stay at the hotel rather than go out.

[But maybe that was because of you]

"There's someone who could take that title." He chuckles.

"Oh yeah? Who?"

"The champ of 'Tequila Pong' and new lead singer of Journey."

Your mouth drops open and you splash water in his face. He cups his hands to splash you back.

"Don't. You. Dare." You warn him.

"Or what?" He smirks.

"Yeah… I've got no leverage here… but you're a nice guy…" you pout.

"Hmmm… okay…" he frowns, but pulls his hands away. "You're lucky I like ya."

You subtly gasp.

[It feels so good, and so sad, to hear him say it, even just casually like that]

Your thoughts are broken up as you hear shouting from the shore.

"Can you even understand what Nat is saying?" You ask.

"Something about… drinks… soon…?" Harry squints, like he is trying to read her lips.

"Okay…" you yell to her, seeing her run back to the house, and you turn back to Harry.

"Should we go in?" You ask.

He looks at you, letting out the mildest grunt, before looking back out into the sea.

"M'gonna stay out here a little longer. I like the quiet." He replies.

You just look at him, admiring every beautiful feature of his face, and the pensive look he has displayed on it.

You two have a little conversation about vacations with your families, and then float on your backs for a little while, just enjoying the peace as the sky gets darker.

Suddenly, something hits both of your faces and you open your eyes.

"Is it fucking raining? In July?" He asks, frowning as some raindrops hit his face.

"Let's go in." You giggle, starting to wade back to shore.

As you get about thigh level, you lose your footing for a second and Harry grabs your waist to keep you steady. You instinctively place your hands on his, then stop walking and stand up straighter.

"Good?" He asks.

"Yeah." You let out, as breathy as an answer could be. You clear your throat and let go of his hands, as he lets go of your hips, but then he reaches down for the hand closest to his and walks in front to lead the rest of the way in. Your heart starts thumping and you're thankful that the noise of the ocean is drowning it out.

[Can you have a heart attack from being so overwhelmed by someone? Shit.]

You get to your stuff, and grab it all, running back to the house as heavier raindrops fall down on the both of you.

You compose yourselves on the patio, drying off and wiping the sand off your legs.

You look up to see Harry looking down at you, a smile on his face and almost a twinkle in his eyes.

"What?" You smile back.

He shakes his head, keeping his smile. "Nothing."

You stand up straight and unintentionally scoot closer. "Come on. What?"

You can feel his breath on your face now and see him look down at your lips, pushing out a strong exhale which touches your face instantly. Your breathing immediately speeds up.

He shrugs. "M'just having a good time."

You bite your lower lip. "Me too."

[Get it together Y/N… he's a big flirt. That's all. He rejected your kiss, remember?]

You can feel yourself start to blush, so you open the door, and as you look inside you realize that no one else is in the house.

"Where'd everyone go?" Harry asks, walking in right behind you.

"They can't all be in bed, right?"

You both walk through the house, checking all the rooms, and realize that the two of you are the only ones there.

You pull out your phone from your little bundle of clothing and call Natalie.

"Nat, where the hell are you guys?"

"Umm… the bar…"

"What?"

"I told you that!"

"When?"

"When you were in the water with Harry."

[Oh my god, that's what she was yelling about]

"Shit!"

"You said okay…"

"What are we supposed to do?"

"Hmmm… I don't know… order dinner?... have a drink?... actually talk to each other about your feelings?..."

"You sneaky bitch."

"What?"

"This was on purpose?"

"Umm… (Niall, she's onto us!)... No!"

"Niall too? You guys suck."

"Have fun! Bye!"

"No, Na-"

You look down at your phone to see that she has hung up, and you growl.

"So where is everyone?" Harry asks.

"They all went to the fucking bar."

"Oh really?" He chuckles. "Well, umm, want to order food?"

You shrug, dropping your phone on the kitchen counter. "Sure. I'm gonna take a shower first."

You take a quick shower, so you don't get lost in your thoughts too much, and put on some cloth shorts, a t-shirt, and an oversized sweater.

You shuffle out to the living room and Harry stands up, looking at his phone.

"Is Chinese okay? That's the closest thing."

"That sounds really good." You reply.

He hands his phone to you so you can add your order in the app, handing it back when you're done. He chuckles. "I should've known you'd pick the orange chicken."

You roll your eyes, as he puts in the order. "M'gonna take a quick shower too."

You make your way to the couch as he heads down the hallway. You grab the remote and scroll through the movies. By the time you've picked something to watch, he's already walking back out.

He plops down on the couch next to you, and you take a quick glance. You wonder how he has the ability to wear a plain white t-shirt with grey sweatpants and still look sexy as hell.

"So what're we watching?"

"Interstellar?"

"Love Christopher Nolan. Good choice."

The food arrives and you play the movie while you eat.

"Want a drink?" He asks, after clearing your plates.

"Yes please! Just a ru-"

"Rum and coke?"

You can't help but giggle. "Yes please."

He comes back over and hands your drink to you. He sits back down, and you notice that he is a bit closer to you now. Tingles start shooting through your body, and you wish you could just run your hand through this long, brown curly hair.

You start to feel warm so you remove your sweater, tugging down on your t-shirt so it doesn't cling on and come off too.

Harry chuckles as he looks down and points to your Rolling Stones top. "Is that why Ryan thought you were cheating with me?"

"What? How did y-... No, he never knew this was yours." You reply.

"He was a dickhead for even accusing you."

You drop your head. "It was probably the most hurtful thing he said."

"Oh. Umm… I'm sorry he brought me up and made it awkward or whatever."

"No, not because of you. The cheating part. He knows what happened with my parents so he knows I'd never do that." You frown at the reminder of Ryan's accusation.

"Oh! I'm sorry he did that. Like I said, a dickhead."

You nod, still frowning and looking down.

"He cheated on my mom." You blurt out quietly.

"What?" Harry scoots closer to you, his arm resting on the back of the couch.

"My father. He cheated on my mom."

"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry." He replies.

It's silent for a moment, and he runs his hand through his hair.

"Y/N…"

"Yeah?"

"You said what I did to you was like what your father did to your mom." He states.

"I…" you stutter.

"But I would have never cheated on you."

You let out a big sigh, still looking down. "I know. That's… that's not why I said it."

"Oh? Umm, what was it then?"

"We don't need to talk about this, Harry."

"I'd like to know if that's okay?"

You let out a big sigh. "When he left, he walked out making sure she knew that he found someone he thought was better. He actually told her that she wasn't good enough. Who does that? Who does that to someone they once loved? He made her feel like nothing. Like she was nothing, and meant nothing." You pause to clear your throat a bit. "He told me and Sam that it had nothing to do with us, that he loved us and would always be there for us… but he never called. Not once. And so we felt like nothing to him too."

You start to tear up. "Not one fucking call!"

"Y/N… I'm so sorry."

"She cried for months. She was convinced she hadn't been good enough, like he said. That if she had done something differently, he wouldn't have wanted to find someone else. Someone he said was better."

"Y/N-"

"I told myself I was never going to let anyone make me feel that way. I never wanted someone to know me so deeply, to tell me they love me, and then throw me away. So, I focused on school and closed myself off. Even to friends. Natalie was the only person who got me to really open up and let someone in, until-" you sigh and quickly glance at him before looking down again. "Until I met you."

You wipe the tears that are now trickling down your face.

"Shit." He whispers.

"When… I mean… I told you how I felt about the night of the SNL after party…"

"And I'm still so sorry."

You shake your head. "You don't need to be, I forgave you. But…"

He winces.

"But when you…" you close your eyes and whimper, letting more tears flow down your face. "When you broke up with me, because you didn't want photos of me taken with you, it opened up the wound that my father had left. I felt like I wasn't good enough again."

You hear Harry start to sniffle, and when you look up to him, you see tears slowly trickling down his face too.

"Y/N, I am so sorry. I never meant to make you feel like you weren't good enough. Ever."

You sigh.

"I was nervous." He adds.

"What?"

"I didn't want people making up tons of bullshit about you and it hurting you."

"Harry… kids talked about me and my family a lot when my dad left. I have thick skin. I don't care what people say."

"I was also terrified. I was so scared that you'd be overwhelmed by all the bullshit I have to go through. That it would all be too much."

You shook her head. "I told you it wasn't…"

"I know. But… I've heard that before, from people I didn't care about nearly as much as I love… loved… you. And it hurt back then with them, so I was selfishly protecting myself from that. I knew it would hurt way more if that happened with you."

"I wouldn't have done that. I love… loved… you. I wouldn't have done that."

"Maybe I was also like you too." He states, turning his gaze up to your eyes and widening his slightly as he sees you looking right back at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I… I think it would've hurt me that much, yes because I loved you, but also because… you were the only one to treat me as 'Harry', and not 'Harry Styles from One Direction'. Besides my family, you know me better than anyone. Probably even more than the guys." He clears his throat again, looking away and wiping a tear from his cheek.

"I was terrified that I had opened up to you that much and it wouldn't… it wouldn't have been enough for you to stay if you got overwhelmed."

"I'm so sorry I made you feel that way."

"You didn't. I guess I was protecting myself from getting to that point."

"Harry…"

He runs his hand through his hair and frowns.

"It wasn't fair to you. I was just scared."

You sigh. "Me too."

You both sit in silence again, both staring at your own hands and fidgeting with your own fingers.

"I don't want you to hate me." He admits.

Your eyes shoot up to meet his. "I don't hate you! We're friends now, right?"

"Y/N, I don't know if I can do that. I still lov-"

"Please. Don't."

"Yeah. Sorry." He exhales. "Watching you this weekend… was torture."

"Huh?"

"You were so… playful, and happy, and free. And having so much fun. We never got to be like that, especially not in public. It's been too hard not to feel guilty about that. And… It's been too hard to not want that now. I still want to be with you. Probably now more than ever."

Your heart flutters as intensely as ever.

[You want that. You do want that]

You find yourself giving a single nod, and when you look up at him, he smiles, taking a look at your lips.

He leans in and your heart races. You can feel his warmth, and his breath, and your lips slowly get closer.

He rests his forehead against yours and you both breathe heavily.

[You want that. But you're still worried]

"I-..." You stutter, pulling away slightly. "I don't know if I can do it, again. Another time. I'm still too scared. I mean, you dated and broke up with a supermodel. I am far from that!"

"That's kind of the point." He smirks.

You look back down at your hands. "I don't know. I've still got those scars, even though you don't always see them. I don't show emotions."

"I'm sorry."

You shake your head. "But…"

You look up, seeing a hopefulness shimmering in his eyes, which makes you smile.

"I'm scared. If and when I do open up, the memories… and the pain gets too hard. But…"

He shifts in his seat.

"I didn't feel any of it when I was with you." You clear your throat. "I think that's why I'm scared. I'm scared of letting my guard down again and getting hurt again."

"I want you to know that you're enough for me, Y/N. I want to show you."

"Harry, you don't need t-"

"Yes I do! You need to know how good you are. How perfect you are to me." He replies.

An urge ignites inside you and you lean towards him, cupping his cheek and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

He exhales, smiling against your lips, but then pulls away.

"Give me ten chances to prove it to you."

"Ten?" You exclaim. "That seems a bit excessive…"

He frowns. "How about three?"

"I don't know, Harry."

"Please?" He pleads.

You giggle. "You're not gonna let me argue this, are you?"

He shakes his head.

"Three chances and…" he gulps. " Then you can ignore me forever if you want."

"I wouldn't do that. But alright." You smile and lean in closer to him again but he stops you.

"I want to wait. Is that okay? I want you to see the proof first."

You smile even bigger and nod. There's not an ounce of disappointment from rejection, only excitement and feeling… cherished.

[You feel cherished, even more than before]

"But we can cuddle while we finish the movie… if you want…"

You lean against his side as he places his arm around your shoulders.

"We are never gonna hear the end of it from Natalie and Niall, ya know." You state.

"What?"

"Apparently, they set this whole thing up. To leave us alone. To get us to talk."

"Hmmm…" He chuckles. "I suppose I should thank them but I hate giving them the satisfaction."

"Yeah, but I'll give them this win. Feels worth it so far." You look up and wink at him.

He leans down and kisses your forehead. "Last one… for now, I hope."

~~~~~

July 10th, 2015

:harry: can i have chance #2 today?

:you: harry…

:you: you sent me almost the entire inventory of a bakery and a florist

:harry: you gave me 3 chances

:harry: no arguing

:you: fine :)

:harry: meet us at the studio at 4pm

~~~~~

You show up to the studio, fidgeting with your fingers as you walk down the hallway.

[What could this 'chance' possibly be?]

You walk in to see the guys already in the recording room, and your eyes immediately fall onto Harry. He instantly sees you too and gives you the biggest grin.

Julian turns around. "Hello again Y/N!"

"Hi!". You walk up closer to the sound board. "What are they working on?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." He chuckles.

"Worth it though?"

"Oh yeah!" He laughs. "It's called 'Hey Angel'. Super creative. It's in the lyrics."

You chuckle. "Awesome!"

"They're almost done with it. Take a seat if you'd like." You sit in the chair that he has pulled up next to him, and listen as Louis sings out.

(Hey Angel)

Yeah I see you at the bar

At the edge of my bed

Back seat of my car

In the back of my head

I come alive when I hear your voice

It's a beautiful sound

It's a beautiful noise

You look back over to Harry who is wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You shake your and listen as they finish up the song.

"Alright guys. That sounded good." He presses some buttons and this time they just stay in the recording room.

"Hey, Superstar!" Niall waves, grinning widely.

Louis and Liam also wave and you reciprocate the gesture, noticing that they are all smiling very widely.

"Okay. Umm… let's go ahead and do Harry's song now." Julia states.

Harry lets out a big breath and looks at the rest of the guys as he nods. "Ready?" He asks them.

His eyes lock onto yours.

"This is number two." He states, as the first chords start to play.

(If I Could Fly)

If I could fly

I'd be coming right back home to you

I think I might

Give up everything just ask me to

Instantly your heart starts racing. You can't seem to keep his gaze, while Liam sings his part next, shooting your eyes over to each of the guys before coming back to Harry.

For your eyes only

I'll show you my heart

For when you're lonely

And forget who you are

I'm missing half of me

When we're apart

Now you know me

For your eyes only

[Holy shit]

For your eyes only

[It's the song he sang to you at his house, on his birthday]

I've got scars

Even though they can't always be seen

And pain gets hard

But now you're here and I don't feel a thing

Your breathing gets rapid now, as you realize that Louis is singing the words that you had said to Harry at the beach house.

Pay attention I hope that you listen

'Cause I let my guard down

Right now I'm completely defenseless

Tears start sliding down your cheeks, and you do your best to wipe them away without making a scene.

While they repeat the chorus, you cross your arms around your waist, hoping to keep your body from shaking uncontrollably.

I can feel your heart inside mine

I feel it, I feel it

I've been going out of my mind

I feel it, I feel it

Know that I'm just wasting time

And I

Hope that you don't run from me

Even through your tears, you can hear their voices get softer.

For your eyes only

I'll show you my heart

For when you're lonely

And forget who you are

I'm missing half of me

When we're apart

Now you know me

For your eyes only

The music intensifies and so do their voices. As they all start to belt out the chorus again, your tears turn to sobbing.

For your eyes only

I'll show you my heart

For when you're lonely

And forget who you are

I'm missing half of me

When we're apart

Now you know me

For your eyes only

The others quiet down and you do your best to look up at Harry again, barely making out that he is still staring right at you, finishing the song.

For your eyes only

You feel so weak that you stumble over to the couch, bringing your knees up to your chest and burying your face between them.

You can hear the recording room door open, but can't muster up the energy or nerve to look up. Then you hear Julian's chair move, the studio door close, and some footsteps getting closer.

Someone sits down next to you, rubbing their hands up and down the sides of your legs.

"Y/N…" Harry whispers.

You can only manage out a whimper.

"Y/N… can you please look at me?" He asks.

You sniffle as many tears, and maybe some snot, as you can and raise your head. It's just the two of you now.

"Hi." He grins.

"Har-..." You stutter. "I…" you clear your throat. "I'm…" you sigh and drop your gaze again.

"Do you see how much you mean to me?" He asks, scooting closer and lifting your chin with one hand.

You blink out some tears and look at him again.

"I…" He lets out a deep breath and smiles. "I'll do absolutely anything for you. You think you're not good enough? You are everything to me, Sunshine."

You whimper hearing your nickname leave his lips.

"I don't want to be with anyone else, Y/N. I tried and I couldn't. I want to be with you. I want it so fucking badly, it hurts. And that's such a stupid, cliche rom-com thing to say, but it's true."

All you can do is close your eyes to clear some more tears, and it is silent until you look back up at Harry.

"I lov-"

"No, don't." You put your fingers up to his mouth to stop him, and you see a bit of panic in his eyes. "Not yet."

He lets out another deep breath. "Yet?"

You lower your head and bite your lower lip. "Just… not yet."

He shifts in his seat and his breathing starts to quicken, trying to hold back a smile. "Yet?"

"I…" you clear your throat. "I don't want to be with anyone else either."

Harry pulls you in so quickly that you don't have a chance to think before your lips are locked together and you're melting at his touch. You drop your knees and his upper body moves over yours as you sit back against the armrest of the couch.

You feel something hit your cheek, and as you pull back to look at Harry, you see him wipe away a tear.

"Shit. M'sorry." He frowns.

You shake your head. "Don't be."

You wipe your own tear away and bite your lip, then pull him in again to get another kiss. A much deeper kiss.

The door suddenly creaks open and you look over to see Niall's head peek in.

"It worked guys!" He exclaims, joining in with the cheers you can hear coming from behind him.

"Of bloody course it's Niall." Harry utters.

You laugh and you bring your hands down to cover your face.

"You sneaky little shits." You giggle.

"Umm… you're welcome, love." Louis states.

"Thank you, Tommo…" you reply, shaking your head.

"Alright, alright. Love you darling, but we've got work to do boys." Liam instructs, giving you a wink.

Harry grins and shakes his head before leaning down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead.

"You'll stay, right?" He asks, as he sits back up on the couch.

You bite your lip as you sit up too, leaning over and grabbing his face to give him one last kiss.

"Yes, H. I'm staying."

He gets up and starts to walk away, but you remember something.

"Wait, what was chance number three gonna be?"

He turns back around to face you and a huge smirk appears on his face.

"I'm still going to do it, but you'll need to wait."

~~~~~

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