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bumblebeesfromvenus · 5 months

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Brick by Brick 🎄

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

A/N: The holiday season is upon us!!! This is the first fic for my Christmas event, Fi's Christmas Market ☃️ <3 feel free to check that out if you're curious who and what's to come 🤭

~ Fi 🐝

Warnings: pure, whole hearted X-mas fluff, Mentions of readers mom, healing Leon's inner child <3

Word count: 2.2k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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December was finally here. The most wonderful time of the year, undoubtedly. You'd been waiting all year for this. The lights, the beautiful tunes, and the atmosphere full of love and warmth. To say you were ecstatic was an understatement, the excitement had been burning in your veins since Halloween ended.

You were itching to pull out every box filled with Christmas decorations and absolutely drown your apartment in red, green and gold. Your Christmas PJs were already laid out, same as Leon's, and you'd jump him with holiday cheer the second he came home. You'd already prepared some apple cider and a few cookies. It would be such a nice evening, you knew it in your heart.

The Christmas songs would fill your apartment, the spicy apple cider and cookies would drench the room in nostalgic aromas. You'd decorate all the cabinets and tables while Leon would hang up the garlands around the living room. It was always a dream you had, decorating your little home with Leon. And since it was you we're talking about, you also got him a little something. An early present, if you will.

There was this tradition in your home, your Mother had started it one year and from then on it was something you'd enjoyed greatly. It might not be the most festive of activities but it reminded you of home, and you desperately wanted to share it with Leon. Your Mom made a habit of building Lego sets together as a family. Sitting around the table with a cup of cider, yuletide tunes playing in the background whil you were constructing your little plastic house brick by brick.

You were a little hesitant to share it with your lover since the anxiety of it being seen as childish always gnawed at your heart. But you knew him, he wouldn't judge you for something like that. He would appreciate that you wanted to share a part of your childhood with him, you were sure of it. You had gotten yourself a gingerbread house set, it was better than a real one in many ways; more fun to make, sturdier and there was no mess after.

But what you were really excited about was for Leon to see the set you had gotten him. It was a police station. As soon as your eyes landed on the set while you were scrolling through the internet, you knew it was perfect. You had warned him about a surprise so he wouldn't be caught off guard.

Your mother had an entire village of Lego houses that she'd rebuilt every year, and you couldn't wait to start your own little village with Leon. He was actually quite impressed when your mom proudly showed him last Christmas. He didn't stop talking about it for weeks after, it was quite endearing. If you could heal his inner child at least a little with this, it would be worth it.

You'd already changed into your PJs. You would've exploded if you hadn't gotten something plaid on your body. It was a long sleeve shirt with gingerbread men and women doing holiday activities. Ice skating, shopping, building a snowman. Your name was embroided in gold on the front.

The pants were a red and gold plaid, matching the embroided. It was a gift from your grandmother. She adored Leon and said that when she saw the matching sleep attire, she just had to get it. It was him who made sure they were always ready when Decemeber was around the corner.

Even if he wouldn't admit it, there was something about the holidays that made him lower his guard and just be himself. Not a rookie, not agent Kennedy, just Leon.

The jingling of keys made you jump up from your place at the table where you had been waiting patiently. Leon stepped inside with a huff, closing the door behind him. His cheeks and nose were red from the cold as he dropped his bag on the floor.

"Hi, Baby-" he was cut off by a grunt when you smashed into him, squeezing him in a bone crushing hug. "I missed you." Your words were muffled into his chest. He chuckled before leaning down to press a kiss to your head. "I missed you too, but I was only gone for 3 days." He stroked his hands down your back. "I know, I know, but it's extra special this time! We have lots to do, come on." You beamed, making him stumble as you dragged him behind you.

"Slow down, we've got all evening." He chuckled, still letting himself be pulled along by you.

You and Leon stood in the middle of the living room, admiring your work. The space was much cozier now, decked with and lights and ornaments. "We really outdid ourselves this year, huh?"

"But we need to decorate, and we have to make a shopping list for presents too, and then I have a surprise for you, and-" You stopped yourself. Leon had just come home, and you were already bombarding him with all the things you wanted to do. You cleared your throat, a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I've just been waiting all year for this." You gave him a bashful smile. Leon cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. All of your worries faded away. The chains of anxiety and embarrassment shattered the second you felt his touch.

"Don't be sorry. You're cute when you're all excited, you know." He teased, taking off his jacket and shoes. A blush settled on your cheeks. "Your PJs are on the bed, I'll heat up the apple cider, okay?" He nodded with a soft hum and you pressed a kiss to his still cold cheek.

You squealed in excitement when you thought Leon was out of reach to hear you, but you were wrong. He smiled to himself when he saw you being so happy over something so simple. He loved you so much, you made his life brighter.

The Christmas songs were already on, and you were stirring the apple cider while humming to the melody. "What's this surprise I've been hearing about, hm?" Two big arms engulfed you, wrapping themselves around your waist. You swayed from side to side, pulling him with you. You poured the cider into some very cheesy Christmas mugs and set them down on the coffee table.

"Decorating first, then you'll get your surprise, Baby." You smiled, kneeling on the floor to start unpacking the boxes. "I can't believe you're making me wait. You've been excited about this surprise for months!" He argued playfully, of course. "Shut it and come help me with the garlands, big guy!" You huffed. You weren't tall enough to hang them up yourself, but you had your tall and strong boyfriend who would do anything for you.

And the little perk of watching his shirt ride up and his biceps flex definitely didn't go unappreciated. "S'not my fault you came out so small." He grinned, ruffling your hair as he passed you. You pouted and continued getting out all of your decor from the boxes while quietly grumbling. Maybe he's just unnaturally tall?! You're not small, you're perfectly average height! Okay, maybe you were on the low end of the spectrum, but still. To be fair, those garlands have never been up faster.

Not to shabby, having a tree for a boyfriend.

"Time for the present!" You exclaimed, already dragging him back to the table. You were quiet strong for your height, you've almost knocked him off of his feet once or twice.

You glanced over to Leon who had you pressed against his side. "Yeah, but's gonna be a pain to take down.." he sighed.

"Let me enjoy my Christmas craze, will ya?" You huffed. Leon put his hands up defensively and laughed.

"Alright, alright."

You refilled the apple cider and then went to grab the surprise. You brought out the big box and Leon's brows raised both in shock and curiosity. You heaved it onto the table before taking a seat next to him.

"Christ, Honey, what's in that thing? You do know it's not Christmas yet, right?" Leon chuckled, turning the box in all directions. "Obviously. But I really wanted to get you this. Besides, can't I get my boyfriend presents regardless of the time of year?" You smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek. He looked over at you with a buttery soft expression.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"Once or twice." You grinned, before returning a soft smile. "Go ahead, open it." You encouraged him. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage. You really hoped he liked it. It was a bit of a risky situation since you were worried it might open an old wound. He tore into the festive wrapping paper, revealing the gift inch by inch.

You were slightly squirming in your seat, both from anxiety and excitement. He examined the now revealed surprise. His brows furrowed but you saw the exact moment it clicked in his brain when he realized what it was. His eyes lit up like the ones of a little boy on Christmas morning, and a smile tugged at his lips.

Leon looked over to you and you caught the smallest glimpse of a shimmer of tears in his beautiful blue eyes. "Baby, I.. Thank you. Thank you for sharing this with me- you have no idea how much that means to me." He said it with so much vulnerability and love that you felt like your heart was about to give out.

"Why wouldn't I share it with you? You're my favorite person. Let me tell you, my mom was thrilled when she heard about this." You chuckled, making him snort in response. His expression softened slightly, taking your hands and guiding you from your chair into his lap.

His hands wrapped around you tightly as his head fell to the crook of your neck. "I love you. You're truly something special and I don't intend of ever letting you go." His heartfelt confession sent shivers up your spine, yet your heart has never felt warmer. Your grip around his neck tightened as you pulled him closer to your chest.

"Oh, Leon.." there was a slight crack in your voice that you had tried so hard to suppress but failed. "I love you so much. You deserve the world and so much more." You whispered into his ear lovingly, you could feel him smile against your skin. You held eachother, wrapped in a warm and loving embrace a hallmark movie could only wish of replicating.

He felt safe with you. You were his great love, his home, the keeper of his heart. He meant every word when he said he won't ever let you go.

"Please don't say that."

You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep in his comforting embrace, so you decided that now was the perfect time to pull yourself from his arms. You were dead set on putting some plastic bricks together today, and if you regrettably had to leave your lovers embrace for it, so be it.

"You wanna get started on building that thing?" You grinned, leaning back so you could see his face. "Hell yeah, I do. Let's get bricking."

You were impressed with him, though. He had never done it before but it came to him so easily. "Well, I'm very good with my hands, as you know." He smirked, giving you wink before continuing to attach the blocks to eachother. "Can't argue with the truth, I suppose." You mumbled, setting a brick on top of another.

Leon had gotten the hang of it pretty quickly. Although it might be a rather simple concept, you've seen great men fall to the tiny plastic pieces (your dad). Leon was quite the natural. It felt like in the blink of an eye, he had constructed half of the building.

"How are you so fast?! That's like half of it done!" You were sitting there with your sad little gingerbread foundation done, and he was putting up walls and furniture already.

Leon didn't know how he ended up in this situation. He had just placed the last block on his very own Lego police station. He looked over his work triumphantly, but when his gaze fell on you, he made an effort to look outside the window.

You were knocked out cold, softly snoring by his side. Your brick gingerbread house wasn't finished, the blocks were thrown across the table, and you were in the middle of it, looking as beautiful as ever to him.

But what scared him, though, was that the sun was starting to come up. He hadn't noticed how late, or early, it had gotten. He had gotten so lost in this simple pleasure it made him smile a bit. Leon couldn't help but think as he carried you to bed, to finally snuggle up and let his body rest.

You had stayed with him. The whole night you had stayed. You didn't leave when your eyelids got heavy or the intervals between your yawns got shorter. You stayed, and watched him with a smile. He realized that he wanted this with you. A life with you, one that he would spend with you until the very end.

You were definitely getting promoted from girlfriend to wife next year. It made him realize what love could and should be like. He never thought it was in the cards for him, truly. But he couldn't be more grateful to and for you. He wanted to build a future with you.

And he would, brick by brick.

#bumblebeesfromvenus #FI'S CHRISTMAS MARKET ゜✭・.・✫#resident evil leon #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff

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koreads · 7 months

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MERMAID! READER X HAZEL CALLAHAN

so, instead of doing all the college stuff i have to do i decided to watch a movie called"the lure", pretty weird movie btw. please enjoy :))

Hazel just wanted to have a peaceful day at the beach with her friends, instead she got into a fist fight with a fisherman.

song: see you again.

It was hot, very hot because it was summer after all and Isabel though it was a good idea to impose "hot girl summer" into everyone in their club. Josie decided she had to join because no way in hell she would let her beautiful girlfriend walk around in bikinis without her being close, PJ pretty much went anywhere to see girls in bikinis and Hazel, well, Hazel genuinely wanted to spend a good time with her friends and enjoy the ocean.

Eventually everyone decided to join, and it was great.

All of them were having a good time, that is, until Sylvie hit Hazel hard with the volleyball, almost knocking out some teeths and hurting her nose pretty bad.

—I will just buy some ice. —Hazel said with a soft smile, trying to not worry her friends.

She had no idea were to find ice, so she opted for walking around instead. The scenery was nice and calm, the waves sounds making her sleepy, the soft wind bringing the salty smell of the ocean. Everything seemed to be just fine, until she heard some screams.

—Oh, fuck you Mr. Man! —a girl said, Hazel didn't see much. Just a girl getting grabbed at by an older, and obviously, drunk man. It was enough to her to move in their direction.

—I would make a great money with you. —the man said. From far, the girl seemed to be out on his boat against her will, he was on top of her, grabbing her wrists. —Can't believe you're real!

—Uhm... Hi! —Hazel screamed, capturing their attention —Sir, can you let the girl go? She really doesn't look like she want to be there!

—Yeah! I kinda don't want to. —the girl said, her hands moving to slap the man in the head, making him grab her wrists more forcefully. The girl whimpered.

Hazel may not be the quickest or the strongest person in the world, but she did got up in the boat and punched the old man with such a strength. Honestly, it surprised herself.

The man went to hit her, only to Hazel avoid completely the punch, after all, she was smaller than him but definitely wasn't half drunk as he was. It was easy to knocked off the man, after that her first instinct was to turn for the girl.

—Are you.... Oh my God! What are you? —Hazel screamed.

The upper part of the girl body was something mundane, nothing special, her lower body though. There was a long tail instead of legs, long and shiny and green tail.

—I have no idea how you people call my people. We just call ourselves Atlantis. —the girl was moving, pretty slowly around the boat, using her arms and hands to crawl around the place. —Can you help me? —she turned to Hazel. Who was honestly to shocked to do anything other than watch the beautiful creature before her.

—Help you?

—I need to go back in the water. I'm outside for to long and I feel like dehydration is coming for me. —Hazel came close, the girl was the prettiest thing she ever seen. Looking closer she had gills around her neck and hypnotizing eyes.

—I can take you. —Hazel said, noticing she was getting too close, the girl turned to look to other side, a blush painting her cheeks —You put your around my neck, like this... —Hazel for some reason started whispering, while helping the girl wrapped her arms around her. —I will help you up like t...

—The tail is too heavy for you! —the girl said, getting pretty much ignored by Hazel, who raised her very easily —Oh, you're strong. —the girl said, touching Hazel arms.

Getting off the boat was hard, because she had to hold the girl, walking around the knocked out fisherman, and walk into the rocks. Only then, putting the girl in the water.

Once she connected with the water, the girl swimmed down, only to swim back up and sit in one of the rocks, asking Hazel to move closer.

—I'm Y/N. —she said, running her fingers through her hair.

—Hazel. —she answered, a little nervous about being around a thing, no, a Atlantis so pretty.

—Thank you, Hazel. —Y/N said her tail was in water, seemingly to shine —That asshole was gonna to take me to... Honestly, I don't know where.

—Yeah, it looked like he was kidnapping you...

—Kidnapping... I have no idea what it is. —Y/N giggled —You're pretty. —she said. Hazel felt a blush going through her whole body but, Y/N seemed to not notice. —Are you the standard for females in you species?

—I... uh... no? I don't even think I'm the best example of my species. —Hazel laughed in an awkward way. She definitely didn't feel like the best example of her species, probably all of her friends were better examples. Also, Cate Blanchett was a female of her specie, how could she be the standard when that woman existed?

They kept quiet for a while, till suddenly Hazel heard her friends screaming. Searching for her, at that moment, she knew it was time to say goodbye to Y/N.

—Nonsense! —Y/N said, spilling water into Hazel with her tail —You're the prettiest human I've seen so far.

Y/N had seen many humans in her life, males and females. She never got too close because to any of them because her mom always told that humans would kill or sell her around once they got the chance. Which wasn't a lie, considering that the fisherman would probably do that.

But not Hazel. Hazel helped her when she needed and took her to the comfort of the ocean again.

—I have to go. My friends are searching for... Oh!—Y/N kissed her cheeks, dipping in the water right after, a large smile in her pretty face

—Bye, Hazel! Hope to see you again! —and then she disappeared, leaving Hazel there with the silliest smile in her face, heart growing in her chest and mind wandering if she would ever see the atlantis again.

#bottoms (2023)#hazel callahan fluff #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader

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kanaglows · 9 months

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Hello sisnaoakaoiakwiqoaiaiauqiak I just saw your post today and im really excited since I havent seen much posts regarding pjsk x reader stuff. That out of the way, can I request for pjsk boys as your husband (seperated) or them as college boys? Disjisjsusisuauqhq that's all and I hope my request isn't weird or anything 🥲🥲

eeee first request, thanks for requesting me iuhjwsbdah i went with the husband thingy if that's alright with you, feel free to send another request if you still want the college boy thing, anon ☺️ also, i apologise if me and my writing feel a bit dry, i tend to feel a bit tense on the first few requests but i'll loosen up soon hjusdfj

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Project Sekai Boys As Your Husband (Separate)

Tsukasa Tenma

He affectionately calls you nicknames like his co-star and his starlight

While he's busy during the day rehearsing for his shows, your job allows you to have more time for housework so you do chores around the house a lot. He feels guilty about not having a lot of time to do stuff so as soon as he gets home he immerses himself in chores to make up for it 😭

He frequently takes you out because he feels even worse about not spending more time with you throughout the day

On weekends, you have a special little tradition where you watch musicals together (sometimes bootlegs because musicals can cost a lot to watch online 😕)

He's totally smitten by you and often wonders how he was able to get such a great catch

Rui Kamishiro

You two are partners in crime. That said, you don't go too far with the crazy ideas.

As much as you love how creative he can be, you have to remind Rui not to blow up the house and bother the neighbours with explosions.

You have mini prank wars all the time, the winner is often decided by who pulls the most impressive ones

There's a lot more to Rui than pranks and explosions! If you're having a bad day, he always whips something up in his workshop to cheer you up. You'd be surprised how little time he needs to make something if he applies himself.

Rui can struggle with ideas but just spending time with you is enough to fill his head with tons of them

Akito Shinonome

You can be irritating but he loves you a lot ☺️

Karaoke is a frequent thing for the two of you, Akito doesn't like to say it out loud but he loves your singing voice and that's why he suggests karaoke so much.

He gets a bit embarrassing expressing his feelings through words but that doesn't mean he loves you any less, he does his best to show his affection through actions.

Akito's protective but not possessive. When you go out he will ask you where you're going but solely out of safety concerns- he trusts you and would never suspect you of anything wrong.

Toya Aoyagi

He's literally so sweet 😭If anything's up he'll go through any obstacle to help, his father didn't support him much in his childhood so he's decided to support his loved ones much better than his father could ever support him.

Toya's a dry texter, if you text him anything, ANYTHING AT ALL, he will somehow find a way to respond in the most monotone way ever. It's not intentional but you find it hilarious when he responds to a meme with a simple "haha".

Mornings are peaceful. Usually, the two of you just sit in the kitchen in your PJs together drinking coffee in silence.

He's an awful cook but he tries his best. In an attempt to help him out, you cook with him and give him some tips. Your help is beneficial but that doesn't mean that it won't always end in disaster. After training him for a while, Toya was trusted with the duty of making dinner. He decided to make Thai green curry with noodles however, when he realised that you were out of noodles and coconut milk he substituted them with spaghetti and cow milk. Havoc embarked and later that night, you were served a dire bowl of spaghetti in milk. You couldn't touch the meal and ordered takeaway pizza for the two of you instead 😭

#project sekai x reader #project sekai #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #tsukasa tenma #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #kamishiro rui #akito shinonome x reader #akito shinonome #shinonome akito x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #aoyagi toya x reader #toya aoyagi

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hsgucci94 · 11 months

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The CEO - H.S.

Summary: The one where you, 25, confessed your feelings for Harry, your 38 year-old boss, but then he showed up at your doorstep.

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: feel free to leave feedback at the end cuz I’m not really sure about this one to be fair 🫣 x

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You were caught off guard when you opened your front door and found Harry standing on the other side. His eyebrows were frown, and his curls messy as if he had ran his fingers through them uncountable times in the last minute. He was still dressed in his office attire, his suit jacket perched in his arm and the last two buttons of his white shirt undone.

God knows you weren’t expecting to see him any more that night. If fact, you weren’t expecting to see him ever again after your last encounter.

It happened unexpectedly, and you were sure that was karma. Your karma for falling for a man you shouldn’t have.

Harry Styles was the CEO of the enterprise you worked at, and despite having your own degree and a freshly acquired master’s, you happened to be stupid enough to sleep with him not once, but multiple times.

From the very first day you’d made such mistake you two were just supposed to stay friends with benefits. Well, not friends. He was your boss, after all. But just strictly share a sexual relationship, with no strings attached.

Everything turned around when, once again, you were dumb enough to catch feelings for him and actually confess them out loud. You should have known this was not one of those romcoms or cheesy novels you liked to read, because it definitely didn’t have the outcome you expected. He didn’t return the feelings, and if anything he felt awkward and uncomfortable once you worded them out. The air in his bedroom room became so thick so soon after your confession you quickly got up, put on your clothes and left, embarrassed to the core, but kind of relieved to have been courageous enough to express your feelings to him. You saw the chance and took it, and for that you were proud.

When you arrived at your flat that night you texted him, apologising for somehow overstepping his boundaries. He made it seem like everything was fine after that, but when Monday arrived and you ran into him on the corridor, he didn’t even make eye contact with you. He’d usually greet you with a swift move of his head followed by a discreet smirk, but not anymore. If he wasn’t busy on his phone whenever you passed by, he’d pretend he was, and his efforts to ignore you for the following two weeks pissed you off more than his lack of decency. He was 38, for God’s sake! Wasn’t he supposed to be the mature one?

It was safe to say you weren’t expecting him to show up at your front door that night, although you didn’t allow your surprise to let your guard down. Harry had been giving you the cold shoulder for days and now you were going to return the gesture, not because you were immature, but because you had a pride and the right to show indifference, too.

“Why are you here?,” you spoke in an stern tone, body rigid next to the door. You were dressed in your pj’s, and if he had knocked a few minutes later than that you wouldn’t have opened up because it would have been past your bed time, even if it was a Friday night and barely 11 p.m.

Maybe you just shouldn’t have. Maybe allowing him on your front door was another mistake.

You saw his muscles relax as soon as he heard your voice, but his deep frown and strong stare stayed untouched. Harry’s eyes scanned every inch of your countenance, his lips slightly parting when you felt his gaze reaching your soft ones.

“Because you are mine,” he mumbled, too hypnotised by your mouth to look anywhere else.

“What?,” you retorted, confused.

“I said you are mine.” His eyes moved up to yours, and his green pupils brightened just before darkening. He didn’t smell of alcohol, he didn’t even look high, just drunk on something, an emotion even, you just weren’t capable of explaining which one.

You gulped. “No.”

Your gaze stayed on his, challenging.

Then something in you clicked and you finally understood what had brought him there. Such reason only pissed you off more than his unannounced presence, so much you had to verbalise it. “Fuck off, Harry.”

You and him unexpectedly ran into each other at the restaurant you were both having the dinner at that night. His was a business supper, while yours was a date. You hadn’t meant to, but now it looked like it struck a nerve on him. Seeing you with someone else, giggling and flirting with another man had caused something in him to shift, and apparently pushed him straight to your flat that night. Two weeks of texting, calling and even trying to reach him in his office did nothing. But, oh, did it do him seeing you moving on with someone new.

Harry simply shook his head at your previous words, although the gesture was cautious enough for you to peek a small smile between his lips.

“You know I wanted to be yours, but you made me change my mind,” you mumbled, frustration palpable in your voice.

“I needed time to wrap my head around it.”

You let out a dry laugh, “Yeah? And ignoring me at work has given you that?” It wasn’t the fact that he didn’t return your feelings back then, he was allowed not to, but he needn’t to be a prick about it afterwards. His lack of tact after your unasked love confession made you feel like you’d been nothing but a toy to him. A disposable someone.

“I told you at the very beginning I don’t do relationships.”

“And I accepted that, the same way I accepted you don’t like me back. So now if you excuse me, I’d like to go to bed. Good night,” you went on to close the door and leave him in the dark on the other side, but he was quick to slide his foot between the wooden piece of furniture and the doorframe. You followed his now trapped shoe with your eyes all the way up until they reached his face, where your eyes locked.

“I’m not here to fuck it up again,” Harry spoke in a low voice, almost pleading when he added: “Let me in.”

No. You wouldn’t do that. You’d grant him more of your time, but not a chance of him getting closer to you. Not anymore. Last time he did, it didn’t end good for you, and you’d learnt your lesson. You were a quick learner, after all, or so he liked to praise you for.

“I’ve got two minutes. Whatever you’ve got to say, better be quick,” and you leaned your body in slightly forward to show him there was no trespassing that night.

He responded with a firm nod of his head, taking a deep breath afterwards while he passed a hand through his curls and messed them up a bit more.

“Listen. It’s not that I don’t like you back. I don’t want to like you back, which is a completely different thing. Already divorced once, Y/N, relationships aren’t exactly my thing.”

“I asked for us to date, not for your hand in marriage.”

Harry chuckled slightly at your answer, but your tone hadn’t been sarcastic or meant to be funny, more like irritated. It pissed you off the way he was so quick to push you away after that confession of yours.

"I know, baby. I know." The way the pet name rolled out of his tongue had your stomach flipping over, and for that you wanted to punch the air. How was it possible for you to want nothing to do with him anymore, but get your heart racing as soon as he called you baby? "But I'm not planning on getting to know you better just for us to break after a couple of months. If I'm gonna do this, I need to be sure it'll be for as long as possible."

No more divorces, no more nasty breakups. He was so fed up with feeling so emotionally dragged and used, and would only risk it if he knew you weren’t planning on leaving him any time soon.

"I freaked out and became adamant about what we could be. And for that... you can't blame me," he continued, cautiously mumbling the last sentence. You knew what he was referring to, you just wished he would have come to you to talk sooner. You had no intention of breaking his heart. "I'm a fucking mess, but I'm also a narcissist, arrogant, son of a bitch and when I saw you at the restaurant with that guy... Fuck, did I make up my mind fast," he growled, the muscles on his jaw tightening afterwards.

"Was kinda hoping for that... Kinda wanted you to hurt a bit seeing me with him. Wanted you to care at least enough for that," you spoke in a low voice, feeling a bit embarrassed now that you were admitting it to him.

"It worked," the side of his mouth lifted in a bittersweet smile, "For once I wanna make it right, Y/N. I..." he let out a puff of air, "I want to see where this takes us."

You quietly nodded. The anger, frustration and confusion you had felt earlier was no longer there. His words and confessions had softened your heart, and now you couldn’t help but feel the warmth and safety and tenderness you always felt inside you whenever he was around. And you wanted those emotions to stay there forever, so you stretched your arm and curled your fingers inside one of his empty pant clips, closing the step that kept you apart and pulling him to you, chest to chest. When you had him where you wanted, you wasted no time and lifted your chin up until your lips locked. Your mouths glued to each other's like magnets pulled by a higher force you were both very aware of since the very first time you slept together.

Something felt different back then.

Everything felt different back then, and you finally understood why with that kiss.

The longing feeling of his lips on yours was not enough, however. You needed more. Needed more warmth, more safety. You needed to know he was fully yours. So you parted your lips as your wandering hands made their way up to his curls, caressing his hips, arms and shoulders until they buried themselves inside his dark chocolate hair. Harry was quickly to follow your command, his tongue entering your mouth and playing with your own with so much fervour you could have melt right there and then. His arms wrapped around your lower back, grip tight to make you understand he was not letting go.

Your tongues fought; your tongues spoke and exchanged all the unspoken confessions and feelings that consumed you inside. All the time apart finally coming to an end with that declaration of intent.

"Fuck, baby-," he groaned after your lips unattached, his voice raspy and doing unholy things to you already, "Eager, aren’t you?"

You smiled, hypnotised by his green eyes, his shy dimples and slick smirk. Drunk on him after only that one taste. "You’re to blame, sir."

"Good," he replied, shaking his head a bit. The hand that wasn't holding his suit jacket behind your back moved up to your jaw and he passed his thumb over your slightly swollen lower lip, his eyes following its every move. "Good, this is the kind of stuff I wanna be guilty of."

With his hands still on place and his eyes on your face, Harry walked inside your flat, taking you with him as you blindly walked backwards. He closed the door with his foot, and soon enough the back of your knees reached your dinning room table. You gasped the moment you staggered back a bit, but his hold on you only became tighter, steadying you against his chest as a reflex reaction.

"I've got you."

"Thanks," you mumbled against his shirt.

He smiled with dimples and all, before helping you sit on the table. Your legs were parted –well, he parted them, only so that he could stand between them and have better access to you. Harry's hands came to lay on your knees, caressing your thighs with soft, innocent strokes, and he kissed your nose seconds before he rested his forehead against yours and sighed.

Happily sighed. Like a kid after stuffing themself with their favourite candy, like anyone would do after a good day. Because today was a good day. Everything turned out okay, and for that he was content.

"I can't wait for Monday to grab lunch with you at midday, and for you to come pay me a visit to my office whenever Mike's giving you a headache with all the legal stuff. To actually stop in the hallway and properly greet you every time we run into each other, and to walk in and out of the building with you in hand under everyone's curios stare," he confessed.

That all sounded so dreamy, and his words so convincing for a moment you really pictured yourself spending your breaks with him, and actually walking around the building confidently knowing the man behind the big desk was the one you were driving home with. But the bubble pooped up the moment you remembered you were no longer a Styles Enterprise employee. No longer part of the legal department, and no longer a part of the big team that kept the business going. You got yourself a way out.

"I signed my resignation this afternoon, Harry," you spoke softly, watching attentively as the words sucked in and reacted to them. His face went from relaxed and hopeful to confused. He pulled away from you, his face scanning yours in search for an indication that told him you were joking.

"Why?"

"I thought we..., what happened, was a sign to move onto something else. A new workplace, a different workplace." One where he wasn’t around.

"No," he shook his head, gaze fully on you to make the imperative final, "You’re not leaving the company. I want you next to me at all times, and if I can’t always get that at least I want you around as much as posible.”

"Is that my boss or my boyfriend speaking?," you rose your eyebrows.

"Your boyfriend," he replied, savouring the taste that word left in his mouth when spoken out loud, "But if it isn’t convincing enough, take it as an order from your superior."

You rolled your eyes at that, fighting a smile.

Harry was quick to pinch your waist, "No eye-rolling outside the bedroom, Mss."

"Sorry," you giggled, and he smirked.

"That's better."

He leaned in to kiss your lips one more time. Although your mouth was no longer enough, so he moved to your neck, where he started leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses right under your jaw that gave you goosebumps. By now you were sure he knew the multiple effects he had on you, which you were convinced he always used for his advantage.

You buried one of your hands in his curls to make sure he kept his mouth glued to your skin and he smiled against it, loving how needy you became for him. Your free hand grabbed the table, keeping you as steady as possible as Harry's hands moved past your thighs and into the inside of your pj's. As soon as his fingers grasped the hem of your panties, you held your breath.

Two weeks. It had only been two weeks since he last touched you, but it now felt like an eternity. And luckily for you the agonising break was coming to an end. It had been an eternity because just a few minutes ago you would have swore you would never get to have him again, so touchy, and ready to give it all to you and more. So desperate to run his lips all over your body and use his hands to get to those spots that were beyond his reach.

But while your body was having the time of its life, your mind was actually having a hard time switching off. It was like a gear that never ran out of oil. And as per usual, you couldn’t stop thinking about work. More specifically about what you two being together would mean inside the office, the impression it’d make.

You had to speak up your mind if you really wanted to come undone that night, otherwise your thoughts would block your pleasure and, truly, that was the las thing you wanted.

"Harry...," his name coming off like a whisper, "What about... I don't want this to be a problem, though. I don't want people to use it as-"

"It won't," he interrupted you and lifted his face from your neck to press a soft kiss against your mouth, his hands now paralyzed in place. He already knew where your words were heading to, where you mind was diving into. You wanted no special treatment from anyone for being the CEO’s girl. "Because from now on I'm not interfering in your work. I'll have no saying in it. Mike will be your new and ultimate boss, alright?" You nodded, finding comfort in his words. They put your mind at ease.

Michael, aka his right hand and your Head of Department, had in that instant become the man you'd go to when things were not looking good in paper. It was no longer Harry. You didn't like that as much, not being able to go for his advice specially when work was looking messy, but it was the fair move to make. The last thing you wanted was for your colleagues to believe you were there for the money and status inside the enterprise. That you made it that far in the department because of your nice pair of tits and your ability to suck it off.

Many would still think so, nonetheless, but hopefully not all.

"We're leaving work out of this equation. I won't have it be an issue in our relationship." Harry continued, this time sweetly caressing your hips under the top of your pj's –a large old t-shirt, while he looked at you, reassuring you with his eyes what his mouth was stating. His touch was far for sensual, and you loved how quickly he could go from horny to caring, and viceversa. "So do we have ourselves a deal? You'll stay?," he asked, catching your attention by tilting his head in your direction and breaking into your line of vision, now a bit desperate to get the confirmation he was looking for. He wished nothing but to still have you on board with him and the rest of his team. In your short time working at Styles Enterprise you had become a very valuable asset. "I'll go to the office first thing tomorrow morning just to burn that piece of paper you signed."

You smiled faintly at him, before stretching your hand out and keeping it between your bodies. He didn't hesitate and shook it. "Deal," you agreed.

"Good," he nodded, a smile making its way to his face, "And don't think that just because I was fucking you on top of my desk during your breaks I didn't notice how hard you've been working this past two years, baby."

"Yeah?," you tried to not sound surprised, unaware that all this time he had kept such a close eye to your work, as well.

"Mm-hm. That's how I first noticed you," he slowly resumed the work with his hands, one lowering to get inside your parties and caress the skin just under your stomach, while the other moved up to cup one of your breasts in it, massaging the tender and sensitive skin as he pinched your nipple with his index finger and thumb, causing your breath to momentarily get stuck in you throat, "Always working late on the other end of the floor. It made me curious as to know whose sleep schedule I was ruining with overwork."

"Oh, don't flatter yourself like that, Styles,” you wanted to sound confident, a special hard task when Harry had lowered the hand inside your panties and was about to reach dangerous territory, “You didn't ruin my sleep, Law school did."

He chuckled both at your answer and hopeless status, "Can't I at least take a bit of credit for that? Or you stayed fucking till 3 a.m. at college, too?

"Specially at college,” you emphasised, humor in your voice.

"Fucking hell," he cursed to himself, throwing his head backwards, "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

"Yup," you grinned. Regardless, exes belonged in the past, and you two were in the present, right where you needed to be. There was no need to open the Pandora's box, so you redirected the conversation. "Wait, but what was that first thing you said earlier at my doorstep? That I'm... whose?"

He smirked, "Mine. You're mine. Understood?"

"Positive. Does that make you mine, as well?"

He crushed his mouth to yours,

"It's the only way this deal works, baby."

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Fifty-nine Days | Dylan Lenivy

*•.¸♡Request : No

*•.¸♡Prompt : none

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : minor plot changes, reader is shorter than 6'0ft, slight angst, loys of fluff, cute Dylan, sexual implications, smut (comes in later), sex in a public place (no one sees), fingering (F receiving), hand job (M receiving), oral (F receiving), praise, Dylan and Reader are switches, cocky Dylan

*•.¸♡Paring : Dylan Lenivy x F!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : 59 days. It takes Dyaln Lenvi 59 days to fall for you and one moment to turn it to hell

*•.¸♡words : 5.4k words

*•.¸♡A/N : I did not expect this to turn out this long, but holy crap am I proud of it

*•.¸♡A/N 2 : I wrote Dylan as Bisexual, I don't know if he's Bi and only liked Ryan at camp or he is just gay, but I spent a VERY long time writing this and really don't want to change it so my apologies

❁ Day One; Meet Cute

Going to a summer camp to be a swimming coach and supervisor of kids and young teens was something different, and different is exciting but you couldn't help but feel nervous about walking to Mr H's office to confirm your attendance

Mr H was welcoming and made you feel comfortable until another camper came bursting in announcing the radio was continuing to 'shout' at him

"Mr H, the radio is shouting still," Dylan announced swinging the door open. "I have- Whoa." Dylan stopped realising he had interrupted a meeting.

"Ah hey Dylan," Mr H smiled, slightly shocked at his sudden entrance. Your heart pounded as if you were in the wrong for being in the office. "Dylan this is the new counsellor, Y/N." You waved slightly, the thumping still pounding in your chest.

"My bad," Dylan chuckled, smiling uncomfortably. "Hi there Y/N."

"Hi Dylan," You smiled, slightly intimidated by how tall he was.

"Just one sec," Mr H apologized. You nodded, looking away awkwardly. "Now what's the problem, Dylan?"

"The radio gear is making weird noises and I can't get it to work, like, at all," Dylan explained rocking on the balls of his feet.

"I can take a look," You said suddenly making the two look at you. "I uh, I majored in IT and robotics, working some radio gear out wouldn't be too hard." Dylan raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Only uh, if you- if that's y'know, okay."

"All up to you Y/N, it would give me some time to go over some more paperwork," Mr H nodded, taking a seat at his desk. "Dylan?"

"God please," Dylan joked and you couldn't help but laugh.

Dylan led you from Mr H's office and across to the radio shack. You took a seat at the radio gear and a teasing smile took over your face. "Hey Dylan, have you used a radio before?" You asked looking over your shoulder.

"Is that a trick question?" Dylan asked, watching your fingers tap at the desk. You motioned him over and he stood behind the chair resting a hand on the desk and back of the chair.

"This is a tuning knob, it's the thing that chooses the radio frequency," You started and Dylan nodded listing to your explanation. "But it needs to connect to something like this speaker, yeah? The speaker that is making the cracking noises." Dylan nodded watching you tap the old speaker. "But your problem is the speaker is on, but the radio itself isn't." Dylan's jaw dropped as you flicked a switch on the side of the radio from 'off' to 'on', the green light switching on.

"You're fucking with me right?" Dylan cursed turning his head to look at you.

"No, I am not fucking with you," You smile.

❁ Day Two; Early Morning Chats

Spending your first night alone in the middle of the woods with spooky noises freaked you out far more than you appreciated

Taking a stroll to the lake at four am to skip rocks on the water you did not expect to see Dylan in Buggs bunny pj's come to the water to do the same thing

"Oh hey, hey Y/N, "Dylan mumbled awkwardly trying to cover the cartoon rabbit on his blue shirt.

"Hey Buggs," You joked, picking up another rock and throwing it watching it hit the dark sparkling water and found across the top three times.

"Wow, you're pretty good at that," Dylan commented, dropping his arms to his side and walking to stand by you. You mumbled a thank you before doing the same thing again. "So uh... what are you doing out here? Perving on the fish?"

You giggled, shaking your hand and passing Dylan a rock. "I was going more for the woodland creatures but I won't pass up a good opportunity," You quipped, watching Dylan toss the rock in his palm. "Creepy woods, couldn't sleep properly."

"Same, plus Jacob snores louder than an earthquake," Dylan commented, trying to balance the rock on the tip of his finger. "Do you know how to skip a rock?"

"Skim," You spoke up, tossing another.

"I thought it was skip?" Dylan asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"Eh, well I've heard it both ways," You shrugged picking up another and skipping it.

"Ah, but no I've never skipped a rock," Dylan rock in his hand.

"Hand," You requested, holding yours out. Dylan rested his hand on top of yours watching you as you gently bent his fingers around the rock. His eyes moved up to watch your face but you caught him staring. "Focus."

"Yep," Dylan nodded looking back down at his hand curled around the rock.

"Your thumb supports it and creates the momentum and it will roll off your pointer making it spin," You explained, holding Dylan's waist and spinning Dylan's body to the side, his feet facing the water his torso spun to face you. "It will rest on your middle finger in the meantime. You just spin your body and flick your arm from the elbow, and hopefully, it will fling from your hand and bounce on the water."

Dylan nodded following your instructions. Spin the torso, flick from the elbow, spin off the finger and bounce on the water. "Ha, ha! Yeah!" Dylan yelled in victory as the rock bounced on the water before plopping into the water. You clapped as Dylan cheered. "See that, that was so cool!"

❁ Day Ten; Blushing Red

Dylan was simply trying to help a kid carve Emma and Jacob forever into the tree trunk instead he interrupts your swimming lessons and turns, for lack of a better word, as red as a tomato

This starts the kids teasing of the crush developing between you both

"Are you sure Mr Hackett won't be mad at us?" The young camper Gabby asked as she watched Dylan carve the final letters.

"I'm positive, plus even if he finds out, whose to say lover boy Jacob didn't do it?" Dylan joked before putting the swiss army knife back in his pocket. "Now go, I think Chef Nick is cooking up some cookies." Gabby laughed before rushing for a group of campers that were heading for the lodge.

Dylan turned, meaning to head back to the radio shack but he caught sight of a swimming lesson and figured to head over and tease you. "Dylan! Hi!" Another camper, Isaac, yelled, with an over-exaggerated wave.

"Hey champ, how's swimming?" Dylan asked, giving him a high five through the fence.

"So much fun, Y/N's an amazing teacher!"

"Isaac! You're up!" You yelled, waving the boy over. Dylan's sarcastic comment about you running all the fun at the sight of you in a red and black stripped bikini. And suddenly red is Dylan's favourite colour. "Hey, Dylan!"

"Uh- hey, hey Y/N," Dylan stuttered, already feeling the hot redness of a blush creeping up the back of his neck and over his cheeks, dusting them in light pink.

"Dylan's blushing!" A camper shouted and the others erupted in a fit of giggles and 'oohs'.

"All right, all right settle down!" You called, pulling the attention back to you, not that Dylan's ever left. "Half an hour splash around then we will continue with the rest of you guys's laps!" Immediately as the words left your mouth the kids rushed for the pool. "Be responsible, I will revoke your pool privileges if you act like idiots!"

You rolled your eyes and walked to the side gate, resting your hands against the brick wall it was built in. "Huh, you are red," You teased, tilting your head to watch Dylan's cheeks darken in colour.

"No, I uh, I mean-" Dylan stopped and took a breath, trying to look anywhere else than where the water decided to drip and roll down your skin. "I am going to stop talking now and go back to my shack."

"You know we could go to the river tonight, I could teach you, y'know a private lesson," You offered, watching Dylan's face go completely red.

"I can't tell if you're messing with me," Dylan mumbled, staring straight into your eyes. You laughed, and Dylan played with black cuffs on his writs.

"I'm messing with you, campfire's tonight," You smiled, ignoring the blush growing on your cheeks. "We'll just have to reschedule." You sent Dylan a playful wink before turning back to the campers.

❁ Day Twenty-five; Tension and Rain

Dylan isn't trying to be dramatic, but my god is he dramatic

Rain is moving inwards and Dylan is trying to get your attention. But you are very stubborn but Dylan will do whatever to get your attention.

"Not to be, like, dramatic or anything, but I think it's gonna storm," Dylan stated, nudging your shoulder. You groaned half asleep as you and Dylan lay in the grass as the others ate lunch. Dylan huffed, poking your shoulder, "Y/N." You brushed him, resting your hands behind your head. Dylan squinted and poked your shoulder again, "Y/N..."

"Dylan, I am trying to sleep," You mumbled grabbing your jumper and tossing it at his face.

"Number one, this jumper is soft as baby pandas, number two..," Dylan rolled on top of you, straddling your stomach, putting all his pressure on top of you. "Y/N listen to me!"

"Okay okay!" You gasped, pressing your hands to Dylan's torso. "I'm listing! Dylan! Jesus, Dylan Lenivy! Get off!" Dylan lifted himself by his elbows, taking the pressure off of your stomach. Your hands still pressed to his stomach, your chest heaving. "You're like skinny as shit, why are so heavy?" Dylan went to lower his elbows but you pushed him harder. "Dylan I swear to god!"

"Okay okay, I'm done," Dylan laughed pushing himself up and resting on his knees. "Now-" A raindrop hit your forehead, then another, and another.

"Shit!" You cursed, Dylan stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. You grabbed your jumper with your free hand as it started to pour with rain. Dylan held your hand as you both sprinted for the radio shack. Dylan threw the door open and pulled you in, throwing the door closed behind him.

You shook your jumper out throwing it over your shoulders before plopping yourself in the office chair Dylan usually sat in. "Comfy?" Dylan questioned. You smiled and slid further into the chair. Dylan rolled his eyes and pulled the other chair in front of the radio equipment, holding down the Microphone button.

"Yo, yo, yo Hacketters, DJ Dylan here," Dylan started, and you giggled quietly to yourself. "Rain has moved over the quarry, so I'd move those butts inside and grab your stuff and head to the Hall. Just cause its raining doesn't mean we don't have fun stuff for you guys to do!" Dylan clicked the mic off and leaned back in his chair, spinning to look at you.

You sat on your phone, scrolling through your downloaded music.

"Hey quick Q," Dylan started, watching you spin in the office chair. You clicked on a song before resting your phone on the table, the music echoing around the small shack. "How did you get your phone back? Mr H was very strict about it."

"I didn't turn it in, and I bought portable charges so I am set," You explained, grabbing the armrest on Dylan's chair and stopping yourself from spinning anymore.

"You, Y/N L/N, are one sneaky and brilliant woman," Dylan smiled, grabbing your chair and pulling you closer, leaning his head on your shoulder, rubbing his face on your fluffy jumper.

"Why thank you, DJ Dylan," You laughed, brushing Dylan's hair back. "Are we staying in here forever or...?"

"I figured until the rain stops," Dylan mumbled finally lifting his head.

"Are we gonna talk about five minutes ago?" You asked, lifting your legs and resting them across Dylan's. Dylan hummed in confusion, resting his hands on your thighs. "You quite literally straddling me."

"I needed to get your attention," Dylan shrugged, tapping his fingers on your legs.

❁ Day Thirty-seven; Heart To Heart and Coming Out

Dylan grabbed a few cokes and snacks and you both sat in the tree house, watching the sun go down

You started to open up to each other, learning about each other

"Well hopefully I get into something with Quantum physics," Dylan admitted, his legs swinging on the edge.

"Quantum physics," You repeated taking a sip from the glass coke bottle. Dylan nodded turning away, fiddling with his watch. "What's quantum physics?"

"Physics but quantumy," Dylan shrugged sipping his cola. You waited for him to keep talking but he just kicked his feet.

"And..." You encouraged.

"And?"

You laughed, brushing your hair back. "And...What is it really? And why do you like it? What made you want to study it?"

"Oh, you're actually interested," Dylan said in shock, looking at you surprised. You nodded, bringing your legs up and crossing them waiting for Dylan to keep talking. "Well quantum physics allows for particles to be in two states at the same time. It's focusing on what makes things at their fundamental level, like their property and nature." Dylan paused and sipped on his coke again. "I know I'm not very sciencey, but I was kinda nervous when I first got her so the jokey sociable side came out."

"So you're a smarty pants who is hiding his intelligence by covering it with jokes and quips?" You questioned putting the empty coke bottle to the side.

"Uh, yeah basically," Dylan nodded, messing with his watch again.

"I mean, I get it," You nodded stretching your legs back out.

"What do you mean?" Dylan asked.

"Hiding what you're really like cuz your nervous... or scared," You explained, taking Dylan's coke and sipping from it.

"So what? You have a super-secret weird fetish or somethin'?" Dylan laughed, taking his coke back.

"Uh..."

"You don't have to tell me," Dylan offered, moving his hand to rest next to yours.

"No I want to," You nodded, moving your hand to sit on his. "You ever like someone and not been able to tell them because they wouldn't react the best?"

"Like they're already dating?"

"No..."

"Like... they're the same gender?" Dylan guessed again. You nodded softly and took the coke back. "Oh, yeah I get that." Dylan nodded, smiling softly. "Bi and ready to fly."

"You made that up," You sighed with a smile, finishing off the drink.

"Yes, but it was amazing wasn't it?" Dylan nudged your shoulder, smiling like a two-year-old that saw an ice cream truck.

"Sure, sure," You smiled nudging him back.

"So that's what you are? Bi?" Dylan asked in a serious tone.

"I don't really know, but I will say women are hot," You admitted, with a cocky smile.

"That is a very true statement, and men are very sexy," Dylan added, leaning back on his free hand.

"A-greed."

❁ Day Forty-six; Almost

Jacobs's plan to prank Nick goes horribly wrong, most likely pulling something in his ankle

So unfortunately you and Dylan are forced to make the campers lunch

Dylan groaned, sighing as he leaned on the counter. "Stop complaining, you'll be fine," You teased as you put together a sandwich.

"But it's so boring," Dylan continued to groan.

"I'm on the last couple of sandwiches, then we can take a break," You offered, looking up at Dylan. Dylan sighed and nodded walking over to you and standing behind you, looking over your shoulder. "You're hovering."

"So? I am going to continue to annoy you until you're finished," Dylan shrugged, resting his head on your shoulder, and pressing a hand to the counter you were working on. "Why couldn't Mr H just do this?"

"Jesus, Dylan, you are right next to my ear," You said flinching away. "You do not need to be so loud," Dylan mumbled a sorry, resting his hand on his hip. "Mr H won't do this because this is what we need to do as counsellors."

"No, this is what Nick is meant to do," Dylan complained much quieter this time, his breath fanning over your neck. You chuckled, putting the sandwich on a paper plate. "Okay you're done," Dylan said grabbing your hips and trying to tug you along. You gripped the counter stopping Dylan from pulling you away.

"Dylan I have two more to make," You sighed spinning around to face Dylan. He huffed, letting you go and resting both his hands on the counter. "Do you really want to leave these kids hungry?"

"No... but I would like to have the rest of my free time not doing Nick's job," Dylan pointed out.

"Well, it's not his fault Jacob's stupid prank went wrong," You reminded him, resting against the counter. Dylan rolled his eyes, leaning closer to you.

"Please, Y/N..." Dylan begged, pouting his lip out.

You held the side of his cheeks pulling his face up in line with yours. You couldn't help but let your eyes flick to his lips for a second. "No," You huffed, trying to turn back to the food.

Dylan grabbed your hips again, locking you back in place on the counter. The sudden spin made you clutch on Dylan's shirt to steady himself. Dylan looked across your face his eyes pausing on your lips this time, you couldn't help but stare at his as well. Dylan brought a hand to your cheek, pulling you close.

"Are you losers done in here?!" Kaitlyn yelled, throwing the doors open. Dylan pushed himself back and you spun around to the sandwiches you were supposed to be making. "Oh-" Dylan's face was bright red as he looked around the kitchen for something to distract himself with.

"Were, uh, almost done here," You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip. Kaitlyn smiled, looking between you both.

"It's okay, I'll finish up with Dylan, Ryan needs help by the boat house cause you know... you are the swimmer," Kaitlyn explained with a sly smile. You nodded, sparing a glance at Dylan who was still red with embarrassment.

❁ Day Fifty-eight; Jealousy And Realisation

You and Ryan were cleaning up the boats after the double lesson for the final day you had with the kids

Dylan helps Kaitlyn find sticks and wood for the fire

Ryan helped you tug the final boat up the shore, you both exhausted from the campers. "God how do those kids have so much energy?" you joked, stretching your arms over your head. Ryan glanced up, watching your swimmers pull against you.

"I know, they're a little crazy," Ryan chuckled pulling his swimming trunks up a bit. "There's a few life savers in the water, if you can grab those ill stack the boats."

"Yeah, just be careful though, those things are heavy," You commented, making your way back to the water. You dove under the water from the boat ramp, tugging the lifesavers from the rocks they were tied.

You brought them back to the ramp, tossing them up. "Do you need some help?" Ryan teased, watching you try and pull yourself up.

"Don't be a dick," you said rolling your eyes. Ryan laughed and reached down, grabbing your hand and tugging you up. "Holy crap, you're strong." Ryan grabbed your waist to steady you, making sure you didn't fall.

Dylan walked from the radio shack, Kaitlyn walking next to him. "So have you talked to her?" Kaitlyn asked, picking up sticks for the camp's final bonfire.

"Who? Y/N?" Dylan asked, pulling along a large tree branch and a bundle of smaller sticks in the other.

"Uh, yeah, obviously," Kaitlyn nodded, wiping her hand on her pants. "You two seemed pretty close in the kitchen." Kaitlyn grabbed another branch, resting it between her arm and stomach.

"Well we weren't, there was nothing to be close about," Dylan sighed with a sarcastic tone. "Just drop it."

"Sorry, sorry," Kaitlyn apologised with a teasing smile. "Well, maybe you still have a chance- oh shit."

The two stopped. Dylan watches Ryan pull you from the water, grabbing you by the waist to steady you. Kaitlyn watched Dylan clench his jaw and fists, accidentally snapping the sticks. "If there wasn't a moment to be close, why are you having a moment of jealousy?" Kaitlyn pointed out.

Dylan lifted his free hand, raking it through his hair. "Oh fuck me," Dylan cursed, feeling his heart tighten and his stomach twist.

"Let's get these back to Mr H," Kaitlyn encouraged, tugging Dylan along.

"Um, I just wanted to say," Ryan started, handing you a towel as you both stepped into the boat house. "That um you're super funny and cool and you're super hot, or uh, pretty-"

"Ryan," You called, calming Ryan down. "While I accept the compliments entirely and agree with the campers that you are very attractive, I just don't see you that way." Ryan nodded with a small disappointed smile.

"Nah, Nah, I get it, but y'know, got to shoot my shot," Ryan nodded. "Plus I know you had something with Dylan."

"What?" You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows.

"I thought you and Dylan..." Ryan trailed off, hanging his towel around his shoulders

"No, no, I mean yeah he's super smart and funny, and he's pretty cute-" You cut yourself off, sighing at how oblivious you were. "Oh fuck me, I like Dylan."

"It took you that long to figure it out?" Ryan said, laughing softy.

❁ Day Fifty-nine; Truth Or Dare, Kiss Me

Dylan's plan of truth or dare ends up in a different direction than what he was hoping for, but you will never catch him complaining

Ps, this is where the smut comes in

The moon had fully risen lighting the camp in a cool white glow. Jacob had supplied the group with beer, and watermelon and Kaitlyn had a bag of Peanut butter butter pops. You squished between Dylan and Kaitlyn, wanting the quickest access to the beer and Kaitlyn was sharing the butter pops with you.

Dylan clapped his hands, clearly bored with the conversations everyone was having. “Okay! New idea. Party game!” Dylan declared, setting his beer down. Some people groaned not wanting to stop their discussions. “Come on, people, we might never see each other again after tonight! Let’s make some memories!”

“Well, what do you have in mind?” Kaitlyn asked, holding the butter pops out for you.

“How about the ultimate game of secrets and lies,” Dylan suggested, sparing a glance your way. “Truth or Dare, but Dylan style. Okay, so house rules are, someone asks you a truth or dare. Then you choose, and then you pick the next person. There’s no ifs, ands, or buts.”

"Dylan, that's normal truth or dare," You chuckled, sipping on your beer.

Dylan stuttered, his face dusting pink, "Uh, yes."

“So... we can, like, make people kiss?" Kaitlyn asked, her eyes darting around, pausing on you for a second longer.

“If they choose dare, yeah. As long as everyone consents... of course,” Dylan confirmed.

“Cool beans," Kaitlyn shrugged trying to contain her smile.

“I mean, keep it in your pants until it’s your turn, but…” Dylan teased.

“I mean, who does get to go first?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Well it's house deals, so..." Dylan trailed off looking around the fireplace. Dylan clapped his hands together, turning to the other logs. "Abigail! Truth or dare?"

"Umm," Abigail thought. "Truth"

"Really dodged a bullet huh?" Dylan questioned. "Alright. Here goes. Have you ever slept with anyone?"

"Oh, uh... I..." Abigail trailed off.

"At this camp," You clarified.

"Hey, you cant-"

"Have you ever slept with anyone at this camp?" You repeated slapping your hand over Dylan's mouth.

"Ah, no! Nope. Sorry," Abi answered, shaking her hand. You removed your hand and took a sip from your beer.

"Alright Abi, it's your turn," Dylan continued, glancing back at you quickly.

"Alright okay, um..." Abi thought for a while with encouragement from Kaitlyn but Emma lost her patience and jumped in.

"Ugh! Ding, ding, ding, too late," Emma sighed. "My turn. Ryan truth or dare?"

"Dare, gimme what you got," Ryan said enthusiastically.

"Okay, Ryan. Your dare comes with a choice."

"Can she do that?"

"I can do whatever I want," Emma dismissed. "And I dare you... To kiss... Either Dylan... or Y/N."

"Wow... I mean... I guess 'both' is off the table?" Ryan questioned trying to get past the choosing part.

"Sorry- I don't make the rules," Emma shrugged holding her hands up in defence.

"I mean you literally just did, but okay, let's do this," Ryan sat for a moment, looking at the two. "Y/N shall we?" Ryan gave you a small wink. You sighed and walked to Ryan who placed his beer down before standing up as well.

He held the side of your face shielding your face. "I'll dare Dylan to kiss you," Ryan whispered, making you smile softly. You stepped back bringing your hair back and sat beside Dylan who looked slightly disappointed.

"Y/N!" Ryan shouted excitedly.

"Wait no dude, she just went," Jacob complained throwing his hands up.

"Nope, shut up!" Emma encouraged, seeing Ryan glance between you and Dylan.

"Dare," You stated, leaning forward slightly.

"I dare you..." Ryan paused dragging out the suspense. "...To hook up with Dylan already. Who might I add you've been pining over for the past two months."

"What!?" Nick shouted, bewildered at the new information. You stood up and Ryan tossed you the keys to the lodge. Dylan looked up at you, shocked but... excited.

"Dylan," You said holding your hand out for him. "Shall we?" Dylan took your hand and tugged him up. "I give my go to Jacob!" You shouted, tugging Dylan quicker.

Dylan walked behind you, slightly stunned. "Just ah, so you know I didn't kiss Ryan, he told me he was gonna dare me to kiss you, not you know... hook up."

"Do you want to? Hook up I mean," Dylan asked as you reached the lodge.

"I mean yeah, do you?" You asked pushing the door open.

Dylan pushed you inside holding your face as he bent down to kiss you. "God yes," Dylan rasped against your lips. Dylan kicked the door closed behind him, pushing you further in until you bumped into a table.

"Really the table?" You asked, pulling back, your hands draped around his shoulders.

"It this or Mr H's bed," Dylan shrugged, still staring at your lips. You nodded and pulled yourself onto the wooden table. Dylan moved close, standing between his legs as he moved back to kiss you again.

You pulled back for a second to breathe and Dylan moved to leave marks and bites down your neck. "Fuck... Dylan," You sighed throwing your head back, your hands tugging at his hair.

"Can I take your shirt off?" Dylan asked pulling back. You slipped your arms away, hooking your finger to the bottom of your shirt and peeling it off. Dylan gave a giddy smile before diving back in to kiss you again, "Jesus Christ you're gorgeous." You smiled against his lips, running your hands down the front of his chest, to the bottom of his shirt.

You slipped your hands under the grey material, feeling across his toned torso. You tugged it up and Dylan grabbed the back, pulling it over his head and tossing it toward your discarded shirt. "Shit, fuck your pretty-" You cut yourself off, kissing down his chest.

"Is that a good thing?" Dylan asked, tilting his head back up to look at him.

"God yes," You mumbled, pulling him back to kiss you. You grabbed him through his belt loops, messily unbuckling his belt and tossing it away. You quickly kicked your shoes off as Dylan pulled back slipping your pants off. Dylan ran his hands up your thighs, his lips back on your throat. Moans slipped past your lips, very aware of Dylan's fingers drumming on your inner thigh. Dylan paused, making you look at him properly, "If you ever want to stop just say something, yeah?" You nodded, trying to pull Dylan back to you but he slid his hands along the table leaning as close as possible without touching you. "Y/N..."

"Let you know if I want you to stop," You repeated, resting a hand on his cheek.

Dylan smiled, quickly pecking your nose, "Sweet." You giggled and pulled him down to kiss you. Dylan moved his hands across your stomach, pulling the elastic of your underwear and letting it snap against your skin.

"Dylan..." You whined trying to get him to touch you. Dylan chuckled, letting his thumb run under the fabric. "Dylan please touch me."

Dylan nodded hooking his fingers under your underwear and you lifted your hips making it easier for him to pull them down. Dylan ran his fingers through your wetness, circling your clit. "Oh fuck."

You tugged at his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Dylan reeled his hand back, making you whine softly. He quickly slipped his shoes off and stepped back letting you tug his pants off and he finished pulling them off completely. You tugged at his hips dragging him back to you and you pulled his boxers down enough that his dick sprung out. Dylan kissed you, small hisses and pants slipping past his lips as you pumped his cock, twisting your hand occasionally. Dylan dug his teeth into his lip trying to hold back a loud moan. "Jesus, are you trying to kill me?" Dylan chuckled, a moan taking over the end of his sentence.

You smiled, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth. You tugged his boxers off completely and Dylan quickly stepped out of them, your hand never leaving his dick. You sped your hand up, sliding your thumb over his slit and Dylan's knees almost gave out. His hands shot to the table to steady himself and chuckled softly at him, kissing under his jaw and leaving a dark purple mark there.

"God if you keep doing that you're gonna make me cum," Dylan moaned, moving to hide his face in your neck, his teeth digging into his lip again You brought your other hand away from his hips, running your fingertips along the bottom of his cock and up to toy with his slit, the other hand still pumping him.

"That's kinda the point," You giggled. You kissed his shoulder as he jerked his hips into your hand. You stroked him with a faster, harder rhythm, kissing back up his neck.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dylan repeated, his thrusts chasing your hand movements. "I'm gonna cum, holy fuck! Y/N!" Dylan's hips rutted into your hand, his cum spilling into your palm. You kissed along his shoulder, using your clean hand to trace shapes on his back. Dylan pulled away from your neck, his lips red and swallow from biting them.

You gently ran your thumb across his bottom lip, before moving to his jaw and then kissing him softly. Dylan moved his hands up your thighs, tugging at your underwear. You lifted your hips helping him pull them down. He moved to rest on his knees, kissing up your legs.

Dylan ran two of his fingers from your slit to your clit, circling it with quick movements. "Fuckin' hell," You hissed, falling back on your hands, not missing the cocky smile Dylan gave you. Dylan slipped his fingers back down your slit, teasing you slowly. "Dylan I swear-" Dylan suddenly leant forward, taking your clit in his mouth. A hand shot to his hair, tugging it as Dylan rolled your clit against his tongue. His hand gripped your hip keeping you pressed against the table, his other slowly pushing two fingers inside you.

Moans and gasps slipped through your lips as Dylan steadily pumped his fingers into you, curling them at the knuckles making you clench around him. Dylan continued to assault your clit with his tongue, his thumb tracing circles into your hip. "Jesus, fuck me, holy- Fuck, feels so good," Your legs started to shake and Dylan pressed you harder into the wood table. "God Dylan, I'm gonna-"

Dylan moved his fingers in a beckoning motion, speeding up his movements. Dylan sucked harder on your clit and your orgasm washed over you. Your arms gave and your legs twitched as pleasure hushed through you. Dylan slowly pulled his fingers from you, working you through your orgasm.

Dylan pushed himself up, leaning over you and kissing you. His hands pressed beside your head, the other resting on your cheek. "Your so fucking gorgeous," Dylan whispered, pulling away from you ever so slightly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, Dylan helping you sit up. "Like god you're fucking perfect." You laughed softly, kissing Dylan again.

"Do you want to keep going-?" A shrill scream rang out, causing you both to jump slightly.

"What the fuck was that?"

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What going to a concert with Harry would be like

This is what I think it would be like to go to a concert with Harry :), i think we all know where i got the idea from...

Warnings: none, fluff

Word Count: 900

Harry would probably surprise you with tickets to your favorite artist’s concert, maybe for your anniversary or birthday. He knows how much you hate when he uses his fame to get you things, so he tells you he got the tickets on Ticketmaster like a normal person would, but you know there’s no way he sat on his computer in the Ticketmaster’s queue for how long it’d take (you know how exhausting that is), so he probably just had Jeff buy them. Anyway, It’s the thought that counts, you think.

His motto is ‘anything to see you happy’, really, so he isn’t bothered when you text him excited in the middle of the day that you can’t wait to go to the concert that night. He matches your excitement, a little bit in awe, and honestly his heart swells with pride at the thought of you being so happy over something he did for you.

The night of the concert he picks you up two hours before just in case. You told him you were feeling anxious you wouldn’t make it on time and he offered you a solution that mostly calmed your nerves down. Even though he knows as soon as you get to the venue you’ll be moved to a more secured area, he wants you to get the full concert experience (arriving early, eating delicious hot dogs and candy floss, buying merch…); he knows how expensive concerts are and that you didn’t get the chance of going to a lot of them (not as many as him), coming from a different background and all that, so he’s more than happy to get there and just wait in line.

When you get to the arena, though, you realize it’s not going to be that easy as a bodyguard escorts the both of you to a more secluded area backstage while you wait for the concert to start. You try not to show your disappointment: this isn’t Harry’s fault but sometimes you get sad you can’t enjoy a night out with your boyfriend without being treated differently in some way.

Harry makes up for it by asking a guard to buy you food (“get two of everything”) and by kissing you softly when you’re left alone in the room.

Once the houselights have gone down, you’re walked to your seated section, and you almost jump when you hear the first note of the opening song.

Your heart beats so hard against your chest as you scream the words to your favorites songs. Some fans already spotted you and posted it on Twitter, and despite all, you’re thankful for your private, safe, section.

Harry sang along to a couple of songs, but all in all kept his cool; he’d rather watch you scream your heart out, he can almost feel the happiness radiating from you, with a dumb smile splattered on his face and sparkly green eyes full of his love for you.

He isn’t really keen on PDA, but once he glances at you - hands clasped against your chest, cheeks red, big doe eyes full of tears - he lets out a soft chuckle and circles your waist with his arm, his hand resting on your hip squeezing a little at the plushy skin there.

When you lean in his embrace, he planters a kiss to your temple but doesn’t say anything; he wants you to enjoy the song and not ruin the moment for you.

Once the song that made you all flustered ends, you turn to face him, your eyes puffy from crying and he can see, despite the darkness, your face’s a little red.

“Love” he tries not to make fun of you, he really does, but you look just too cute and soft for him to not let out a chuckle from his nose. You roll your eyes at him but smile nonetheless: “Harry!” You scold, “You don’t get it. She’s betting on losing dogs!” (Mitski reference <3)

And, hear me out, I know we said how much you hate when Harry uses his fame to get you things, but once he asks you if you want to go backstage and meet the singer, you just can’t find it in you to pass that opportunity.

After, you’re so tired and out of energy you just want to go home, put on your comfy pjs and cuddle with your boyfriend until you fall asleep, but when Harry hears your stomach grumble he insists you stop at a McDonald’s drive thru for a midnight snack.

You eat your food in his car; he has turned on the heat for you and lowered both of your seats (those heated too) a little to be more comfortable. As you’re sipping on your milkshake, chewing absentmindedly at the straw between your lips, he says “i’m sorry if it wasn’t what you expected”

And really your heart swells with all the love you have for him. How could he even think that???

Sometimes he’s so soft and tender you just want to bite his cheeks. He looks so cuddly right now, his sweater’s sleeves covering his hands as he stretches more across the seat, his head on the headrest turned sideways to look at you.

“I love everything when it’s with you”

#harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot #harrystyles #harry styles headcanon #harry styles #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #boyfriend!harry

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can’t stay apart. | j.k

johnny knoxville x steve-o’s sister!reader

word count: 4.4k

*alludes to reader being a crew member on jackass*

after being broken up for the past 3 weeks, johnny ends up taking reader home from steve-o’s birthday party, where they spend their first night together since their breakup.

warnings: slight angst, reader is crossed, debauchery at steve-o’s apartment, fluff towards the end

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"You leaving?" You could see Johnny walking towards the door of Steve-O's apartment, and as much as you would also be leaving if you had the opportunity, you weren't sure that you wanted him gone quite yet. Plus, to make matters worse, you were pretty sure he was trailing after some blonde you'd never seen before. Sure, the last time you'd interacted had been a fight and you'd told him you never wanted to fuck him again, but people lie.

"Going out for a smoke. And leaving, depending on how much I like the fresh air." He waved the pack of cigarettes in his hand up for you to see. "Why? You want one?"

"Yeah. I can't be in here anymore." All nerves on whether or not you were on good terms skipped your thoughts as he offered an escape from your brother's disgusting apartment, and you were out of your seat before he was even finished speaking. You watched his eyes pull on the blonde, who was already disappearing out the front door, before he stuck his place and waited for you to make your way over to him.

You made the quick walk up to the roof of Steve's apartment, and the entire time you were mentally praying that none of his creepy-ass friends were going to be up there. It made you feel a little better that Johnny would be there with you, but you still wanted silence all the same. Steve-O's friends really knew how to party like professionals, but they were clueless in how to respect boundaries and women in general.

"I didn't expect you to be here. I thought you refused to be in Steve-O's place." He muttered as he shoved a cigarette between his lips. To your relief, there was no one on the roof but the two of you, and the fresh air that he had promised was living up to its hype as you sat down in some of the discarded chairs.

"Well, it's his birthday. I'd feel bad if I didn't make an exception." You sighed, frowning a little bit when you watched him slip his pack right back into his pocket without saying anything. He better not want you to share.

"That's sweet." He said it so offhandedly that you almost didn't catch it. But you did, and you couldn't help the hint of a smile that pulled at your lips as he handed over the cigarette he'd just taken a short puff off of. Your eyes stayed on him as you took a longer drag, feet up and resting on the edge of his pool chair. You didn't even want to know where it had come from.

"Not really. He gave me an ounce of green to come." You admitted. You and Steve had always spent all of your birthdays together as kids, and you had tried to continue the tradition into adulthood, but sometimes it needed a little bit of coercion to convince you. Especially with your brother being who he was.

"Attagirl." Ugh. He was making it really hard to stay mad at him. You were trying to constantly replay the fight you'd had that had ended your relationship in the first place as an incentive, but even that wasn't working.

"What about you? Find any interesting blondes to go home with?" It was a pointed question, because you already knew the answer, but to your surprise, he merely brushed it off.

"Everyone at this party looks like they're on meth." He sighed, and then leaned forward to take a drag off the cigarette still between your fingers, a playful smirk on his face as he looked at you while doing it.

"PJ, you kind of look like you've been doing meth." You pointed out. He'd probably been up for a few days with whatever he was doing, and you could see nasty bruises across several inches of his exposed arms. None on his neck, thankfully. He chuckled, running a hand through his wild hair before slowly exhaling smoke.

"Thanks, sweetheart." And there was that hint of Tennessee in his voice as he accepted your observation. It was making it hard for you to stay in your chair instead of moving to share his. "You drunk?"

"Decently." You weren't really up for any of his stunts and games anyway, so you didn't lie. No use in letting him convince you to play a game of football with all of his friends until you were puking in the yard like last weekend.

"High?" A funny question, considering you'd just told him you'd been gifted an ounce, but you took a deep breath and resisted the urge to respond sarcastically before opening your mouth again.

"A little more than decently." He laughed when you said it, and you couldn't help but laugh with him due to the weed. It felt good to be so relaxed with him when for the past two weeks you'd been nothing but venomous towards each other. "I've got less than half of my ounce left, man. I'm fucking blitzed."

"Well, I'm heading out before I get too comfortable with a beer funnel. I'll take you home." He offered, moving to stand up before offering a hand out to you. You smiled softly, because you'd actually been kind of scared of how the hell you were going to manage to get home on your own after your ride had let your brother convince him to do a beer enema.

"Fucking thank you." You let him pull you up before you were following after him, heading towards the steps to make our descent back through the lion's den that was your brother's apartment. You were really hoping that he would get kicked out of this one soon, because the layout prevented you from being able to sneak out without having to talk to him, and it was also starting to get more than uninhabitable inside.

"Oh, don't praise me yet. I've still gotta make it through the buttchugs without getting drawn in." He winked at you as you paused on the balcony for a second, each taking a moment to mentally prepare for going back into the party that was still in full swing. He then extended a hand again, a slightly mischievous look on his face. "Don't want to lose you in there, so you might want to hold on."

If God was testing you in the form of self control, you were definitely failing, because you grabbed that hand before the words were even fully out of his mouth. It felt good to be back in the swing of things, and it also felt good to have his strong presence next to yours. Especially in the setting you were currently in. You slid back into the party where, true to your expectations, there were two beer enemas going on in the middle of the absolutely trashed living room.

Thankfully, Steve-O wasn't one of the recipients, but he was holding one of the funnels. He glanced up when the balcony door slammed back shut, and then did a double take when he realized it was you.

"Y/n/n! I thought you left!" He cheered. You watched as he passed the funnel over to someone else before stepping around the crowd of onlookers to make it over to you and Johnny "Dude. Isn't this party fucking gnarly?"

"Yeah! And I'm leaving!" You responded, having to shout in order for him to hear you over the cheering. You watched his unfocused eyes dart down to where you and Johnny’s fingers were interlaced, but you were relieved to see that he looked too high to even notice.

"Fuck that! You just got here!" He complained, throwing an arm around your shoulders. He was sweaty and he smelled like a bar and a smoking room, which made you attempt and fail to shrug out from under his arm. "Where you goin'?"

"I've been here for like, three hours." You could tell he was having a hard time understanding you, so you grabbed his hand with the hand that wasn't still in Johnny's and dragged him over to the only area of his apartment that wasn't drowning in people, which just happened to be the entrance to the hallway closet. "I'm going home. PJ's gonna drive me."

"It's my birthday." Steve-O whined, throwing a fit that closely resembled tantrums you had seen as a child. You laughed, glancing back at a mostly un-entertained Johnny before looking back at your brother. He was now giving you a 'please don't leave' look, and his grip on your hand was only getting tighter. "I got you an ounce!"

"I promise I will take you out for a post-birthday lunch tomorrow. I have to go home." You sighed, taking your hand out of Johnny's and then using it to pry Steve-O's fingers off of you. He suddenly narrowed his eyes, and then he was looking back and forth between you and Johnny like something had just dawned on him.

"Why, so you can bang Knoxville?" He accused you, jabbing a finger in Johnny’s direction like he was an inanimate object. You opened your mouth to refute that rumor, even if it might've been true, but you heard Johnny chuckle behind you, and then his hand was on Steve-O's shoulder instead of yours.

"Dude. She's bringing down the party. I'm just gonna drop her off at her apartment, and then I'll be back to do beer bongs. And not one that's been up someone's ass." He consoled, and you could tell he was easily convincing Steve-O by the way a grin quickly spread onto your brother's face. You smacked Johnny's arm, shooting him a dirty look, but didn't refute that idea.

"Hey. You better pick me up at one tomorrow, or else I'm telling dad that you're screwing him." Steve-O warned, jabbing a finger first at you and then at Johnny. That was an empty threat, considering the fact that he was blackout drunk and he wouldn't remember your interaction tomorrow anyway, but you pretended to look affected just for his satisfaction.

"Done. But if you puke in my car, I'm making you lick it back up." That was your final warning, which had Johnny genuinely laughing, before you moved to push through the crowd of disgusting adults. You then turned back to your brother momentarily. "I love you! Don't break anything!"

"Yeah, whatever! Love you!" He waved you off but responded regardless, that 'ready-to-party' look quickly falling back onto his face as one of his friends grabbed him by the arm once he was in reaching distance. You struggled to stay close to Johnny as you fought towards the front door, but eventually you made it out, pulling the door shut like it was stopping a tidal wave from spilling into the hallway.

"Jesus. I feel like I just jumped in a bath of sweat." Johnny complained as you started our way down the crusty carpet-covered stairs. You could see the line of sweat that stained the back of his light blue PBR shirt, and his face was covered in a thin sheen when he glanced back at you to check on you. Any party in Steve-O's apartment was basically a sweat bath.

"So, I was bringing down the party, huh?" You said after a while, cigarette still between your lips as you spoke. He barely glanced at you this time, and he shook his head.

"Had to get you out of there somehow. But yeah, you kind of were." At first you thought he was going to be nice, but then of course he had to finish it off by being an asshole. "You've just been smoking in the corner by yourself."

"You'll have to excuse me. I worked 13 hours today going over logistics and planning out the India flight with Tremaine." You complained, passing the cigarette over to him as you stepped outside. "I'm tired."

"You're always tired." He muttered, and you could tell by his expression that his words were filled with hidden meanings. Hidden meanings that you were too crossed and too fed up with to decipher.

"Well, I work. And I don't do cocaine." You said dryly, giving him a taste of his own medicine with your pointed tone. "I'm surprised you offered to take me home. You know, because I said I wouldn't fuck you again."

He almost stopped completely in his tracks, and his critical gaze turned back on you as he slowed his walk so that you were almost side-to-side. Once he was over the initial shock, he took his car keys out of his pocket and turned his gaze away from you once again to focus on finding his car that was parked somewhere along the horribly-lit curb.

"You know, every time we fight, you have a habit of shouting the first thing that comes to mind." He said, sounding semi thoughtful as his ratty converse scratched against the pavement with every step. You stared at the side of his head sourly.

"I meant it. Unless you take me seriously and stop being such an immature douche, you will never see these legs spread again." You might've been a little drunk and a lot high, but that wasn't changing. No matter how many furtive glances and sweet nicknames he gave you.

It was silent for a while after that. The only acknowledgement you gave each other was when he opened your door for you, and when you changed the station on the radio upon his request. Then it was silence. You drove down roads that you'd seen a million times, passed buildings you'd frequented throughout your short time in LA, and listen to music you'd heard before. It was all familiar, but somehow you felt so distant and foreign in your seat. You were so lost in thought it didn't even click that you had passed the exit to get to your house until you were already turning down a different street.

"PJ. You missed the turn." Maybe he had been lying about how sober he really was. You were starting to get irritated, and this was only making it worse. You wondered if he could tell that you were speaking through your teeth.

"Yeah, I know. I don't want you alone in that shitty neighborhood all night when you're like this. I'm just gonna have you stay at my place for the night." He explained like it was no big deal. You stared at him for a second, your brain clearly trying to decide between feeling touched that he cared enough to do so and pissed that he did it without asking. He could clearly sense your unrest, because he sighed. "I will sleep on the couch, for god's sake."

"I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to. I can feel you burning a hole in the side of my damn head."

And then there was silence again. It was a little easier this time, because he was the one who was annoyed instead of you, but it still made you ache to be back in his house and not cramped up in a car with him. You weren't sure exactly why you were so anxious around him now, as just three weeks ago you'd been playing PlayStation until two in the morning with the back of his head resting between your thighs with your legs resting over his shoulders and on his chest. It probably had something to do with the fact that the great Johnny Knoxville, infamous for his tendency to laugh in even the most inappropriate of situations, was now glaring out the windshield at the road in front of him without a single word.

It felt like hours, but finally you were pulling up to his house, which came as a welcome sight after not seeing it for such a long time. You weren't going to let him get anywhere, but that didn't mean you couldn't take up his nice ass couch and eat something out of his fridge.

He led you to the door before letting you into the completely silent, dark house that always smelled a lot nicer than you anticipated. Johnny was a lot cleaner than you would expect.

One of the reasons you stayed in your two-bedroom apartment in the city was the fact that owning a house just seemed so lonely when you lived by yourself. Sure, you were probably coming close to being able to afford it, but it just seemed excessive when you didn't need it. But, as everyone knew, Knoxville was a different breed. Always had been.

"You just wanna crash, or do you want a drink?" He asked as he threw his keys on the counter, a hint of a grin on his face as he watched you flop directly down on his couch.

"Water won't kill me, I guess." You managed, haphazardly toeing off your brand-new shoes that had probably gotten dirty throughout the night and listening to them each drop down onto the wood floor with a thunk! You heard the sound of his sink running, and you glanced over at the coffee table to see that he had faxes of your logistics outlines and also the flight itineraries for everyone for India in three weeks. It made you feel a little better that he seemed to have actually read through them.

"Looks good. Gotta hand it to ya, you got that done pretty quick." Johnny appeared next to you just as he held out the full glass of water, the scuffed-up toes of his converse coming into view at the bottom of your eye-line.

"Thank you. I almost strangled Jeff several times in the process." You said, sitting up with a slight smile as you took the glass from him. Your hands brushed when you grabbed it, and you tried to ignore the jolt that ran up the back of your neck. Stop. It.

"I don't know how you're still conscious. You're eyes're redder than hell." Johnny commented, crouching down and taking the glass from you to set down when you almost missed the coffee table and dropped it right onto the floor.

"Talent." You said with a smile, suddenly very aware of how close he was to you. He was sweaty, but you could still smell his cologne, and it was taking everything in you not to pull him onto the couch right on top of you. "Thanks for taking me home. Sweet of you."

"I could only watch so much stupidity in one night, doll." He brushed off your thanks easily, standing back up out of his crouch to stand above you with his arms crossed. "Woulda killed me to watch you walking around out there by yourself this late."

"Ugh. I hate it when I'm fucked up and you're not." You sighed, shielding your eyes from the light in the kitchen with your hand. The weed was flaring up to an all time high, and the room felt like it was spinning. And yet, he looked like he hadn't had more than maybe one or two beers.

"You'll be okay in the morning. Just let me take you to bed, and you'll sleep it off fine." He reassured, offering a hand out to you. Your smile only got wider, and you took his hand without much resistance. Plus, he had a king-sized bed. Who would be able to say no to that?

"PJ?" You asked tentatively as he wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you on two feet while you made your way towards the stairs. He let out a sound of acknowledgment, and you gripped his arm a little tighter. "Were you going to go home with that blonde girl earlier?"

There was a pause, and then he sighed. "Yeah."

Wow. It was usually a pain in the ass to get more than a tiny shred of information out of him.

"But I care more about you than I do her." He finished it off more reassuringly, making your weed-laced heart swell stupidly at his admission. God, you were such a pushover for him. “Actually don’t give a fuck about her, so don’t worry your pretty little head.”

"Okay." Was all you could muster, but your contentment with his words flooded through your tone easily as you spoke.

His room was nice and cool when you stepped inside, and he didn't even bother turning on the lights as he let you sit on the edge of the bed.

"You want something more comfortable to wear? I'm pretty sure someone spilled beer on this shirt." Johnny spoke softly as he motioned to a stain on your side, concerned eyes not wavering from yours. You nodded, and then he left you to rifle through his closet.

"I don't think I like being broken up anymore." You don't know what came over you, but the words were out of your mouth before you could let your common sense kick in. Johnny looked back at you with a hint of surprise from where he was searching through his shirts, mouth partially open.

"I uh...really?" He sounded as surprised as you felt with yourself.

"It's getting boring." You said simply, watching him walk back over to you with a shirt that said KISS THE POPE. He handed it over, a lot gentler than how he would've just tossed it in your general direction if you were sober. The two sides of Johnny Knoxville.

"I'm okay with that." His fingers trailed over your knee as he moved away again, looking at you over his shoulder. "You want pants with that?"

"Can I ask you a question?" You shook your head to answer his previous question before you spoke, and watched him stop in the middle of his room as if caught between finding something to do away from you and actually moving to to be in your general vicinity.

"Shoot." He gestured to you to give you the all clear, brushing a hand over his hair and watching you closely. You struggled to find your words, before just giving up and going for the simple route.

"Do you love me?" It felt like someone took 10 tons of pressure and dropped it directly over the room. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, as if he wasn't sure how to approach his answer. But, after a second, he cleared his throat.

"Do you want me to?" You had known he was going to go that route. He always did. He always made you spill your thoughts before you could even graze his. You shrugged.

"I don't know." That was really your honest answer. Of course, you liked him. Really liked him. Probably more than what was healthy. But you knew he wasn't committed. It was the whole reason you'd broken up in the first place. But here he was now, taking care of you and getting you ready for bed. He ran a hand over his mouth before taking a few steps forward, landing in front of you before he crouched down. His arms rested on your knees as brown eyes looked up to meet yours.

"How's this? I think I'm falling in love with you. I don't know how I feel about the rest of it quite yet." He said, eyes darting to where your hand moved to rest on his shoulder. "If you don't know yet, then I don't know yet, okay?"

"Okay. Yeah." Despite the fact that each of your breaths seemed like it was sucking all the air out of the room around you, you still felt breathless. Maybe it was his hands on you, maybe it was the fact that he'd just admitted to falling in love with you. "You can stay, if you like."

"Alright. Let's get you into bed." He mumbled, getting back up and letting you pull your trashed clothes off and slip his new shirt on before he coaxed you against the pillows and under the sleek black comforter. "That ok?"

"Good." You said sleepily, already feeling your eyelids getting heavier as you closely watched him strip out of his shoes, socks, and Dickies. How you were ever able to resist this man, you had no fucking idea. "I missed you."

"You know I missed you too, sweetheart." The bed dipped next to you as he slid into his side, his fingers immediately finding your arm once he had pulled the covers over himself. Soon, he was completely flush up against your back in a spooning position, his lips ghosting across the back of your neck. "Just wake me up if you need anything."

You turned your head with your last ounce of strength, and were met with the familiar sensation of his lips on yours, immediately soothing an ache that had been clawing its way through you for the last three weeks as you tasted his cigarette-tinged skin.

You were able to mutter out one last half-audible thank you as you fell asleep, one of Johnny's arms draped over your side and thigh, and the other one under your pillow with our fingers laced together as you faded into his warmth.

Falling in love and already loving someone was such a thin line, and neither Johnny nor you could really seem to tell the difference. Of course, you weren't ready to admit that to each other, so it would stew for a few more weeks or months, but at least you had a tiny shred of reassurance. His arms around you didn’t hurt, either.

No matter how annoying he was or how snippy you got with each other, somehow it seemed impossible to stay apart. Even when you were as pissed with him as you had possibly ever been, it was hard to stay mad once you saw that trademark Knoxville grin. He just always had that effect on you.

So you fell asleep without a hint of stress crushing your shoulders for the first time in weeks, the only sound in the room Johnny’s soft breathing and occasional mumbling.

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader #jackass #jackass movie #steve o #jackass mtv #jackass imagine

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dribs-and-drabbles · 11 months

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Colours in Our Skyy 2 A Tale of Thousand Stars (with a little Bad Buddy) ep 4

It had never been certain but I had hoped all along that we would see Pat and Pran in ep 4...and how wonderful that we did...and hence this post exists!

I had thought this would be a quick, short post since the Bad Buddy elements weren't that long/the ep focused mainly on Phupha, Tian and the ATOTS side of the crossover. But, HA!, this is me after all and I've ended up with 23 screenshots 🤦🏽‍♀️ So let's dive in so this doesn't get longer than it needs to.

First, all the red and blue details so common around Pat and Pran: It's hard to see in the left pic but the red of the triangle cushion mat and the blue of Pat's clothes offer the first pairing. Then it's the pens, post-it notes, mosquito net, watering can, mailbox, and sign that offer some more (I'm including pink as red here). I love the "Pat and Pran's love sprout" sign, which feels like an upgrade of the "Pavilion of Peace" sign which Pat brought with him to the bus stop build in BBS ep 3. Yellow - love and happiness - also features, as it has done a lot in these four eps, as well as the olive greens (obstacles to their happiness), which might hint to the 'conditions' Phupha leaves for Pran in his permission for him to put on the play.

And then Pat and Pran leave Pha Pun Dao...but their colours stay with Phupha, Tian, Yod, and Kampung. Even the pouch the children made has these colours, along with yellow. Note that Yod is wearing blue when he drives Pat and Pran away, but then later he wears red when he leaves with Tian - however, an extra walks by in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment in blue to add another pairing.

I loved @grapejuicegay's addition to my ep 3 post in which she talked about how both Tian and Phupha lying under the red and blue blanket could show the influence that Pat and Pran were having on them. And even once Pat and Pran leave we can see that their influence remains with Phupha and Tian: In the childrens' clothes, the registration plate and the sign in the car park, and even on their 'date' in the city in the sign of the photo booth. Of course it goes beyond just the colours, as Pat and Pran's influence has played a role in enabling Tian and Phupha to have these moments together.

I'll interrupt the colours for a moment to talk about Tian's elephant pj pants. At first, I loved that it reminded me of Pat's shirt in BBS ep 11, and of the shot of Ink and Pa's feet in BBS ep 9 that I love so much... But then I rewatched the scene before and was reminded of Phupha's line, "I want to know if you forgot how to set up a mosquito net". It's probably not meant to be read as deep as Pat's shirt but I love the connection between Phupha's words and the elephant pants - an elephant never forgets! - and I wonder if it might have been intentional.

Back to the colours, and I'm not surprised Pa and Ink are in red and blue again - but this time the opposite of how they were in ep 1. I do like the styling of putting Pa in similar shirts each time, with the colour trim on a white shirt with a logo print. I haven't talked about any browns above - the earthy colours - since they are used a lot in ATOTS and for different reasons to BBS...but the browns on Pa could relate to my BBS interpretation of the colour - yielding or sacrifice - because we see Pat and Pran yield and kiss each other after being encouraged by Pa (and Korn and Wai) at the end of the play. There's also more red and blue in the bouquets of flowers, and the lighting/curtain behind the group.

And so we come to the end of our time with Pat and Pran and I'll just highlight the obvious/more of what I've already said. Pran is in Pat's blue with his own red in the blanket to the side, with yellow - their love and happiness - in his lap. (Read into all that as you want). Pat is in yellow with teal shorts - mint green/teal being symbolic of their union as a couple (incidentally, I love that in BBS it seemed that Pat wore Pran's mint green shorts a few times...but as their relationship has gotten stronger the mint green has gotten deeper to this teal colour we've seen Pat wear a few times in these OS2 eps). Even the crisps packet Pat picks out is yellow with red. All of this, to me, is as delicious as Pat finds Pran's finger.

And lastly, I'll leave you with Tian and Phupha, since this was supposed to be their ep, and a more neutral palette...because I absolutely ADORED the complementary colours of these outfits, absolutely showing they are a perfect match for each other. Also, it's interesting the way their 'city clothes' are all quite monochrome whereas in Pha Pun Dao their life is full of all different colours.

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fluffansmut-old · 1 year

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Eddies traditions

December 2 - Eddies traditions.

12 fics of christmas part 1 - masterlist

Summary: Reader visits the munson trailer for their annual christmas decorating day.

Content warnings: Nothing much, very much just cosy vibes and fluff, Wayne is being the good uncle that he is.

Word count: 1046

*Fic is also posted on a03*

You knocked on the trailer door with an mittenclad hand, and to your surprise Wayne opened the door.

“You’re home?” Was the first thing you said to him, confused at the sight of him.

“Well thanks for that, no hi Wayne it’s so good to see you, just questioning me..” the older man muttered with a cheeky half smile as he let you in the door.

“It is, truly, so good to see you” you said, slight stress in your voice as you unwrapped the scarf you had on.

“ He’s just fucking with you, you know?” Eddie said as he approached you. You smiled as you saw him, looking absolutely gorgeous, he had a long-sleeved slightly cropped band tee on, it was paired with oversized, checkered pj-bottoms that clung to his hips thanks to the string that was tied in a lazy bow. The long hair was messy and in it were some strings of tinsel.

He lent in and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“You’re looking festive” You said, Eddie looked at you confused and then you both heard Wayne chuckle.

“What is it?” Eddie asked. You pulled the tinsel out of his hair, holding it up in front of him.

“It's really getting me in the mood,” you said.

Eddie smirked and pulled you closer, trailing kisses up your neck.

“In the mood for what?” he asked, big, ringed hand cupping your arsecheek.

Your face heated at your boyfriend’s behaviour, your eyes flicked apologetically towards Wayne who only rolled his eyes at his nephew.

“Ya know if I knew this was all that would go down here, then I could have gone to work today..” Wayne said, right before you said:

“The festive mood, asshat” to Eddie, kissing the bottom lip he jutted out as you moved his hand to your waist.

“Let’s get this show on the road.” Wayne said, popping the lid open on one of the boxes that stood in the middle of the living room .

Inside were a variety of christmas decorations, multicoloured, foldout foil stars, garlands, tinsel, lights, some small santa figurines and this little ceramic christmas tree that lit up when you put a light it.

“Do you always put all of this up at the beginning of December?” you asked as the two men as they started to dig out things from the bin, putting it in different piles.

“Yup,” they responded in unison.

“And you always do it together?” You asked, taking a papergarland made out of red and green paper, from Eddies outstretched hand.

“Yeah, I mean it’s tradition, that’s why he’s home.” Eddie said as if it was obvious.

His statement made you think of traditions.

Eddie and Wayne seemed like the most non-traditional duo around, but at the same time you had a feeling that told you that maybe they made up the rules a little as they went.

“Do you have any other traditions?” you asked.

You watched Eddie as his face scrunched up in a concentrated expression.

“Do we?” Eddie asked Wayne, after a while.

“Son,” Wayne said with a slight shake of his head. “We do have traditions.”

“What's your favourite tradition Wayne?” you asked, as you helped Eddie attach the garland around the front of the kitchen isle.

“It´s gotta be the campaign to be honest.” the older man said, eyes glued to a knot on a string of lights.

“the campaign?” you asked, confused. “Like an Dnd campaign?”

“It’s not really a campaign, it's more just good ole’ storytelling” Eddie corrected.

“At least it started out as storytelling.” Wayne said, smiling affectionately at his nephew. “Come, let me show you”

You followed Wayne across the trailer.

“Are you really about to expose me like this?” Eddie groaned as Wayne pulled out a story book and an old notebook from a shelf in the kitchen.

“Yeah, I mean she asked.” Wayne muttered as he flicked through the notebook with a warm smile on his face.

“It’s so cheesy though.” Eddie groaned.

Wayne ignored Eddie and turned to you, showing you the storybook.

“I got into the habit of reading to Eddie when he first came to stay with me, and for his first christmas I got that book from a co-worker of mine, whom accidentally had bought one that his kids already had.” Wayne explained. You watched him wide eyed, it wasn't often that either of the pair talked about their joint past. “so I read that one on christmas eve, and let me tell ya, six year old Eddie acted out this plot for days afterwards.”

You smiled at Eddie, whom smiled back, a blush painted his cheeks.

You took the book from Wayne and flicked through it. You figured out quite quickly that it was a magic-laced story about a group of friends, sent out to fight some evil monster and save christmas. Towards the end of the book there were scribbles in the margins. What appeared to be scribbles made by a child.

“Did you write notes in the margins?” you asked Eddie, who came over and put an arm around you.

“Oh yeah he did, by the time the little bastard was ten the story… how did you put it?” Wayne said, stopping to think.

“It was unbelievable.” Eddie filled in, grinning his signature half smile.

“Isn’t it suppose to be? I mean it seems to be pretty magic- heavy.” you asked. Wayne let out a chuckle and handed you the notebook.

“It wasn’t that part that was unbelievable.” Eddie explained. “they got to the treasure to quickly, the build up was lacking and there truly weren't lots of obstacles for them to overcome.”

“He rewrote it.” Wayne said, “at ten, and he has been adding to it, every year since.”

“Seriously?” you asked, looking wide-eyed at your boyfriend. He smiled at you.

“yeah, speaking of I better start writing soon.” He said.

“I wanna hear you tell the story” you said, delicately flipping through the pages of the notebook.

“One show a year babes” Eddie said. “You’ll have to be here on christmas eve to hear it sweetheart”

You pecked his lips.

“Was that an invite?” you asked.

“I suppose it was?” Eddie replied, “or what do you say Uncle Wayne?”

“Anytime.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #advent calendar #eddie munson fluff

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defnotbrooklyn · 4 months

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Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader

I’m never leaving you

A/n: this is my first fic! I rly hope y’all like it. Feel free to send me requests or prompts! I’ll also be making a list for people I write for. If popular opinion wants a new character then sure! Also take notice that I haven’t read all the PJ books, but ik the basics. Feel free to tell me about anything you’d like me to fix/add to my writing.

Gif not mine!

Not requested!

Summary: you and Percy went off for battle. What happens when you come back injured?

Warnings: blood, injuries, pet names, swearing, sorry if I forgot anything else.

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You were terrified.

You’d went on battles before, so why was this one worrying you? Was it because you’d be separated from Percy this time? You can’t be nervous, your one of the best fighters in camp. You have to lead a good example and fight well.

But what if something went wrong? What would happen if y-

“Y/N…? Hey you good? I’ve been calling you for a while”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking”

“You know you can tell me anything right?” Percy said as he helped collect weapons to distribute to the younger kids.

“Yeah, yeah I know. I just… I don’t know. This ear feels…different you know? I don’t know what’s wrong with me I shouldn’t be thinking like this. It’s probably nothing” you say worried.

“Hey hey look at me,” percy says as he takes your face in between his hands after putting the weapons down. “It’s fine to worry you know? I’d be scared if you weren’t”

You take his hand. “Yeah” you say slightly laughing.

You smile at him as he kisses your forehead and continues with his job.

“Wait perce—“ you say before he heads off

“Yeah?” He looks back at you, familiar kindness and love in his sea-green eyes.

“I’m just… I love you. Promise me you’ll be careful?”

He smiles at you and starts to head towards you in a hurry, as if he’s afraid you’ll fade away. “I love you too baby. I’m gonna be fine okay? Don’t you worry about me.”

He hugs you and you rest your head on his shoulders as he plays with your hair and kisses your head.

“Meet me after we win?” you say after you pull away.

“You know it”

He presses a soft kiss to your lips for one last time before the fight. He tasted like saltwater and those blue snacks he ate earlier.

You watch him as he walks away to his post with a few other people.

“I can do this. It’s like all the other fights. Let’s win this” you thought to yourself.

You headed to your post with your half siblings and a few others to wait for the monsters.

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After a few dreadful minutes of waiting and planning, you heard a sound approaching you and your friends.

You signaled to your friends and they immediately took action. They readied their weapons and aimed.

One of the monsters appeared from the forest and…

“GO, NOW!” you shouted, surprising the monsters with the campers’ weapons.

The fight was long, and slowly but surely, you managed to lead the monsters to where Percy and his team were, to finish the plan and hopefully become victorious.

When the monsters followed you and your friends you realized they were too much. More than what you planned on. You kept fighting and leading the monsters until you saw…

“PERCY..!”

Percy looked at you with determined eyes and you guys kept on fighting. As you fought one of the monsters, you saw Percy getting attacked out of the corner of your eye.

“Shit shit shit” you thought.

You ran as fast as you can towards Percy, and saw a river. You signaled to Percy and he ran towards it. While you kept his attacker distracted, percy healed and started running towards you.

“Y/N! BEHIND YOU!” Percy screamed

You had no time to turn around before you were suddenly stabbed in the stomach by the monsters claws.

You cried out as you collapsed on the floor.

You heard Percy and a few others rushing to your aid, but then you heard…nothing. You had blacked out.

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The first thing you regained was your sight. Not really though. Everything was blurry, and you felt disoriented.

Your ears were ringing then you started to make out what others were saying. You wish you hadn’t though. There were cries of people all around you. Those in pain, and those who lost their loved ones

You started moving your hands but something-or rather someone was holding them down gently.

“Percy…?”

Percy suddenly looked up at you, hundreds of emotions displayed in his eyes.

“Y/N…? Oh my gods y/n! Your safe! I thought i lost you! Are you okay?” He said panicking and hugging you as not to hurt you.

He pulled away then you got a good look at his face. He was covered in blood and there were bruises and cuts on his face and arms and everywhere.

“You’re hurt…” you say quietly as you gently touch his cheek. “Percy are you okay? Where’s will?”

“Baby, please im Fine. It’s just a few cuts okay? I’m okay. You however are not.”

He took your hand in his and started playing with it as you sat a few minutes in silence. Not sure if what to say, what to do.

“I’m so happy that your alive. I thought I lost you. I don’t know how I would’ve been able to live after that. Please don’t scare me like that again.” He said quietly while still playing with your hands.

“I’m okay perce. I’m just happy your here.” You say starting to tear up.

Percy starts to cup your face, and uses his fingers to wipe your tears.

“Percy, I- I don’t know what happened. I was just. I don’t know. I guess I got distracted somehow. I’m sorry I put you through that”

“Hey hey hey. No. You don’t get to apologize okay? You saved me, and you helped me. I don’t want you apologizing okay?”

“But- I”

“Shh baby. What’s important is that your here and well okay?“

You nod and rest your head against his chest when he sits next to you on the infirmary bed.

You start crying into his shoulder. “It hurt so bad percy. I thought I was losing you”

“I’m right here. I’m here and I’m never leaving you okay? It’s all good.”

You hug percy and he spends the rest of the week caring for you until you heal. He spends everyday reminding you of how much he loves you and how much he’s lucky to have you.

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For my first fic I think I could have done better maybe? It’s fine il improve by time. Sorry for the ending I didn’t know what to add really. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it!

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #percy jackson fluff #percy jackson imagine

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hebimoonlightwrites · 9 months

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Hiya^^

Love ur blog work.

Hypnosis mic was an awesome anime show & i'm looking forward of season 2 on october.

So, can u do a oneshot on ichiro when serenade his s/o with rap plz?

Writer's corner: Oh my- this idea is actually very funny and so accurate..!! I swear, I imagine Ichiro being able of doing something like this! We've already seen him going around Ikebukuro while rapping and setting all the streets on fire with his rap in the anime, so.. I really like this request! I don't know if he would do it with his hypnosis mic rapping, actually.. so I developed it like this. Please, let me know if there's something you want me to fix or change. Enjoy!♥

mc's pronouns: THEY/THEM (GN!s/o)

Words: 1316

Warnings: sfw, nothing in particular.~

⭐"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞"⭐

(Inspired by Subaru Kimura's cover of "Thinking out loud"- Ed Sheeran) Important: If possible, please, listen to this song while reading---> ♥♥♥

It was a normal night.. oh, well, it looked so...

"Hush!!.. Jiro! Shut up..!! Or Ichi-nii will be discovered!", Saburo said with an hushed voice. Jiro looked at him and then at Ichiro, who was already standing under mc's balcony. "S-sorry..-", he muttered before moving his attention to his older brother. Ichiro looked so happy and even slightly anxious. It was night, but not too late- about 10 pm- when he made a gesture to his brothers and turned on a small speaker, linked to a mic. Saburo helped setting everything, while Jiro decided to add a more romantic atmosphere by putting some flowers around the area where Ichiro was standing. The brothers could see the lights in the apartment being all turned off, sign that mc was probably already sleeping. Ichiro smiled looking at the balcony. "Perfect", he muttered before seeing Saburo and Jiro hiding behind a corner. The youngest brother nodded and, since it was finally already the right moment, he started the instrumental. The speakers started letting out a soft and lovely sound. Ichiro looked anxious as his hands gripped the mic even harder. His green and red eyes shook in hesitation but his lips smiled softly. He could feel his heart beating so fast, just like if it was beating into his throat, so he breathed deeply before starting singing:

"When your legs don't work like they used to before And I can't sweep you off of your feet"

His eyes met Jiro's and Saburo's ones as both his younger brothers made thumbs up to give him more courage. Ichiro's voice could be heard in the emptiness of the night, as it echoed. He hoped in deep that his feelings could reach mc's heart just like those words would have reached their ears.

"Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks"

It didn't pass much, and Ichiro could see the lights of mc's apartment turning on suddenly. His heart, which was already beating fast, started racing even more. He could even feel his grip tightening on the mic and his hands getting sweaty due to his intense emotions. His eyes sparkling while waiting to see the person he had completely fallen for.

"And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70 And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23"

His voice was slightly shaking, but it wasn't that evident as his heart was racing still. His eyes opened wide as he could see a shape from behind the curtains opening the window and going out the balcony. It was mc, wearing their pj, their cute and soft hair messy and their eyes still sleepy. They looked at Ichiro, at all those flowers on the floor around him and at the speaker with a confused and surprised expression. Their pink lips softly parted and their sleepy eyes opened widely. Ichiro was sure their cheeks were blushing too. He kept singing his heart for them, hoping mc would understand:

"And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways Maybe just the touch of a hand Oh me I fall in love with you every single day And I just wanna tell you I am"

Ichiro closed his eyes while singing those words. And.. they weren't leaving his throat, but heart. At each heartbeat, a lovely word was leaving his chest, making all the scene look even more warm and romantic. Mc had their sparkling eyes still open wide, their lips still parted in disbelief. They were understanding that warm feeling that was leaving Ichiro's heart and getting to theirs.. they were understanding what all that situation meant.. they did.

"So honey now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars"

Jiro looked at Saburo smiling in approvation just as the youngest Yamada brother did, holding his phone still, while the instrumental was being played. "Nii-chan is going amazingly!", Jiro whispered proudly and Saburo just nodded, keeping his eyes on Ichiro. The love the 19 years old young man was feeling while singing could be felt even by all the people who were now standing out of their balconies or apartments to look at what was happening. The people were smiling softly, realizing it was a serenade, a sort of confession. Couples like partners, husbands with their wives or even old couples, started hugging and even dancing softly while keeping listening to Ichiro's sweet voice and words:

"Place your head on my beating heart I'm thinking out loud"

He was definitely building a romantic scene, a wholesome and melting-heart one, as mc's eyes were still sparkling from up their balcony. They could even see their neighbours gesturing them to go downstairs to reach Ichiro. An old couple even smiled at them as to tell mc: "come on, sweetheart, go to him!". Mc looked at Ichiro one last time before, feeling their chest warming up, they let go of the balcony railing. They went back inside and disappeared for a few seconds. Ichiro blushed and kept singing, realizing that it was a matter of minutes until he would feel mc close to him.

"Maybe we found love right where we are"

His eyes opened wide as he saw mc appearing at their apartment's door, standing there shyly and wearing a coat over their pj. Their hair looked still messy but adorable as they shyly tried to move a lock behind their ear as the song went on. There were people standing and looking at them too. Soon mc moved their feet slowly but with confidence towards Ichiro, who was still holding the mic. Ichiro was smiling brightly, just like if he had seen the most beautiful thing in his life. But.. it was the truth, after all.. Even if mc wasn't wearing fancy, but their simple pj, even if their hair was messy, even if their eyes looked sleepy, even if they wore their slippes.. Mc was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. He had a surprise look and, when mc was in front of him, he smiled at them and kissed their forehead: "You're.... you're so beautiful..", he only managed to mutter before feeling mc's arms around his torso and their head against his chest. Their sweet eyes closed up and Ichiro hugged them back only to keep singing his love out of his heart:

"Oh baby, we found love right where we are.."

While the people were dancing with them too, Ichiro could see Saburo and Jiro looking at them smiling warmly and supportingly. Jiro moved his lips: "Kiss them, Nii-chan!", Saburo nodded: "Do it, Ichi-nii!". Ichiro smiled and delicately moved his left hand from mc's hair to their chin, lifting their face softly, just enough to look into their eyes. It was the right moment to kiss them... His right hand was still holding the mic. His face got closer and his nose touched mc's, as he finished singing:

"And we found love right where we are"

Mc could see Ichiro's eyes so close and sparkling. His eyes were showing true love as his hand slid to their cheek just to caress it with his thumb. He moved his lips closer just to give them a soft and sweet kiss on their pink lips. As he gave them that soft kiss, he whispered: "I love you, mc.. I really do..", and gave them another kiss, this time longer and more passionate. All the people on the balconies and around them started cheering on the couple, just like Saburo and Jiro did by clapping their hands. The two brothers gave each other a high five at the sight of Ichiro and mc's happiness. Mc wrapped their arms around him just to hold him closer.

"We really found love... we did..", Ichiro whispered to mc's ear.

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