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let you love me 1.2 (final)

wc: 15.6 k (listen, i'm sorry okay)

summary: in which y/n is a 26 year old bakery owner and she can't quite get this whole "love" thing right; settling on finding solace in being alone. One day, Jackson Cole: an egotistical, but oh so charismatic professional quarterback comes along and swears he can change her mind.. and for a while he does. nearly two years of breaking down her walls.. but they seem to argue about one thing a lot. y/n's "negativity". she swears she's not trying ro be a pessimist.. it just works out better for her if she keeps her expectations low. But what happens when she meets a handsome stranger, who wants nothing more than to see her smile? Will she push everything away again or will she finally accept the love she deserves? or ; tldr sunshine! harry x grumpy! afab reader part one, two

a/n: here we have it, the last part of my first story! thank you all so much for the love so far. I can't tell you what it means to me. I can't wait to see what's next. I know this is super long but there was so much I wanted to include with harry and y/n. I hope you all enjoy!

cw: this story contains suggestive and explicit language, minor descriptions of violence, and verbal abuse. please do not continue if these topics upset you!

Never once did you think that your handsome stranger that you met nearly five months ago would still be stopping in your bakery every day. His antics lately have been amped up, he’s very determined to treat you to a night out, but you’re constantly refusing; not quite ready to let yourself be vulnerable again.

“When will you let me take you out, love?”

“When pigs fly, Harry. Doing the same as yesterday?” You say gesturing to the case.

“You wound me, but I know I’ll change your mind. Yes, same as yesterday.”

“Ya know, Harry, the last guy said the same thing, and here we are.” You say, sliding his box over for the hundredth time at this point.

“Ah, but I am indeed not the last guy.” He glances down at his phone, “Give me one moment, I need to step out for just a second.” Harry says before excusing himself out front, Though he isn’t gone long, returning holding something behind his back.

You do often find yourself daydreaming about letting yourself be happy again. It’s a feeling you crave constantly, just the desire to feel heard, feel seen, feel loved.

But, you know that in the long run, it’s better this way. You can’t get hurt if you don’t let yourself get put in that situation. Even though you’re just hurting yourself, you'll just keep pretending you’re not.

“Hopefully this will make your day go a little better,” Harry says, revealing the secret behind his back.

You stare at his hand for a moment. “How did you know?”

“Pardon?” Harry asks, his hand still extended holding the cup of coffee out to you. From your favorite coffee shop down the street. The exact way you like your coffee.

“This. How did you know?” You inquired, taking the cup from his grasp.

“A true magician never reveals his secrets, love. But Ryan just picked it up for me.”

“Har-” you start,

“I know, you say you don’t like the nickname. I’ll make a liar out of you, though. Just give it time.”

“Thank you. For the coffee” You almost whisper.

“Course, love. I’ll bring it to you every day if you’d like.”

“Oh no, I couldn't ask you to do that.” You say, waving your hands back and forth.

“Well, it's a good thing you’re not asking. I’ll see you tomorrow, Love. Have a good rest of your day.”

“Bye, Harry.” You smile to yourself after he leaves.

“And you say you’re not interested in him.” Jesse says leaning against the doorframe leading to the back room.

“I’m not. He’s just being friendly.” You say. Your nose would be growing if your name was Pinocchio, that’s for sure.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, girl. Just give in, you never know what you might be missing out on. He seems to really like you.”

“He does.” You concur, “But so did Jackson.” You whisper, leaving him up front.

Nearing the end of the summer, you finally decided to switch up your answer with Harry. After many conversations with Carly, Jesse, and even Mr. Henry had something to say much to your surprise, you decided maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just see where it went. You didn’t have to sign your life over to him or anything. You were just scared. Harry knew that. “Whenever you’re ready, love. Just know I'll be waiting.” Everyone knew that. They were all just waiting for you to come out of the hole you dug yourself into out of self preservation. They can’t really blame you for being weary, Harry is doing almost exactly what Jackson was doing when he was pursuing you. Although, you do have to admit it feels different this time around. Harry feels different. Harry feels.. Real.

Of course, you were still planning on making him work for it. You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t. But like Carly said, if he was deterred by your sharp tongue and witty comebacks, he wouldn’t keep pressing on like he has been. Even though you attempted to throw out the “Jackson was the same way.” excuse but she deadpanned “Not everyone is a egotistical, meathead football player that’ll do anything to get his dick wet.” You weren’t entirely sure if you should have been offended by that statement. But after she showed you all of the headlines Jackson has been in over the last six months regarding his failing love life you both had a few good laughs.

“Good morning, Love. How are you today?” Harry says, sliding the daily cup of coffee across the counter.

“Mm, it would be better if i didn’t have to get out of bed to talk to people like you, but here we are.” You say, bringing the cup to take a sip.

“Such arrows come from that pretty mouth. What will I do with you?” He says with a smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

“You could pick your flavors for the day and move on? There’s an idea.”

“Ooh, and the sass. I’m already practically in love with you, you don’t have to try so hard, love.” He says, turning to the case. “Do you still have that one with the marshmallow in the middle? Ryan really liked those ones.”

You pause, taking a look inside the case to check, “I don’t anymore, those were limited. But tell Ryan I'll make a special batch just for him.”

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate that. We’ll do the chocolate peanut butter then. Those are a close second.” He says, mirroring your words from the first day he stepped foot in your bakery. You box up the order, and make your way to the counter. He hands you his normal black credit card, but when he goes to pick up the box, you stop him.

“No. Send Ryan in here to get them” You say, pulling the box back towards you.

“I beg your pardon, love?”

“Oh, don’t beg yet. There’s plenty of time for that later..” You smirk, “I just want to properly meet Ryan without your.. Influence.”

“Anything you want.” Harry states, making his way to the door. “See you tomorrow, Love.”

You can see Harry telling Ryan what’s going on. Ryan looks ever so confused, and maybe even a little anxious as he makes his way inside.

“Hello, Ryan. It’s a pleasure to officially meet you. I’m Y/N.” You say, holding your hand out.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Miss Y/N.” He says, taking your hand in his and giving you a delicate shake. “Your creations are delicious. Stopping here is the highlight of my day, as well as Mr. Styles out there, He quite enjoys your company.”

“So I’ve noticed.” You say, picking up a marker. You pull the box towards you once more, writing a note on top before sliding it back to Ryan on the other side. “Have a great day, Ryan. See you tomorrow.”

“You as well, Miss Y/N. Enjoy the rest of your day.” He says, making a swift exit.

Staring out the shop window after him, you see him hand Harry the box. Harry’s eyes immediately take in the note you left on top.

“Pick me up after we close at 6 tonight, Mr. Styles.” You signed with your phone number at the bottom. You can see his smile from here. It’s so contagious even Ryan starts to smile. Even YOU start to smile.

Unknown: very cheeky, love. See you tonight.

You: you shouldn't have expected anything less. See you tonight, Mr. Styles. What should I wear?

Harry: I honestly expected a little more from you. But, I accept your defeat.

Harry: And I’ll take care of everything, Love.

You: Defeat? Hold on there just a minute, mister. I haven’t lost anything.

Harry: I remember a certain “When pigs fly” phrase coming from your mouth. I told you I always get what I want. See you tonight, Love

"Shit. What did I agree to? Should I cancel? Should I close early and hide somewhere? Well then what excuse would I have when he comes in tomorrow? I could tell him I’ve got a case of food poisoning? Or a migraine?"

Just as your thoughts begin to spiral for the umpteenth time in your downtime, the bell on the door chimes. You look up to see Carly, holding a garment bag, and Jesse standing behind her.

“Uh, what are you two doing here?” You say, confusion very evident on your face. “Jesse aren’t you supposed to be like three hours away in some lecture hall?”

“Oh sure, just question why he’s not where he’s supposed to be.” Carly says, laced with a fake offended tone.

“Bitch, did you forget I went to college with you? I know you’re prone to play hooky every now and then.”

“Okay, fair.” She laughs, “But, I received a phone call so I’m doing my end of a deal I made.”

“Same here.” Jesse says from behind her. “I’m here to take over and close up for you.”

“And I’m here to help you get ready!” Carly erupts with excitement. “I’m so excited for you.”

“Wait a second, what deal?” Now you’re even more confused.

“Ah, can’t reveal anything else. Now, upstairs you two go. I got my own date with one of these cookies and cream cupcakes as my reward for helping you get laid.” Jesse says, guiding both of you to the staircase.

“Jesse!”

“Have the best time!” He says before closing the door behind you.

Carly refused to explain anything to you, other than she was given directions to be at your place to start helping you get ready at 4:30 pm sharp. She was just doing what she was told.

“Stop it.” She says, starting to remove the curlers from your hair.. “I know that look. You’re going to have a great time. He’s already head over heels for you. I can tell.”

“That’s what I’m scared of, Carls. I’m so scared.” You whisper. “I don’t know how to accept love anymore.”

“You accept my love. Jesse’s love. Mr. Henry’s. I know it’s different when it’s a romantic situation, but you’ve gotta have a little faith, babe.”

“You say that like it’s easy.”

“It’s not easy, but that’s what makes it worth it.”

“What if he ends up being just like Jackson?”

“Don’t you see how different he is from him already? He’s made all of this effort just today. He made sure I was out of work. He made sure Jesse was here on time, when Jesse’s supposed to be at school. He literally had an outfit picked up for you, Y/N. Jackson would never include me in a date plan, let alone plan anything with this level of thought behind it. I don’t even think he’s capable of deep thought, but that’s just my opinion.”

“Jackson never planned anything beyond a dinner reservation.” You half laughed. “See what I mean! I know you’re scared, babe, I know. It’s scary being vulnerable. It’s so scary. But it can be so rewarding. But you have to at least try. You won’t get anywhere if you don’t try.”

“But what’s so wrong with being alone?”

“Don’t even start with me right now. I love you, but I will kick your ass.” She says, totally serious.

“Okaaaay, jeez. I get it.”

“Good. Now, bring me your face.” She says, setting your makeup on the counter.

You never thought you’d be walking out your apartment door to meet a man you face planted into in a parking lot. For a date!

You see him leaning against the building opposite yours, dressed in a more casual outfit than you’re used to seeing him in. But you swear you might just prefer this look. His outfit compliments yours; the detailed color in the sun dress he picked out for you emulates the color of his sweater. He’s got his sunglasses pushed atop his head, one hand in the pocket of his jeans, the other hand holding his phone; and a bouquet of yellow tulips tucked under his arm. He looks divine. The casual sexiness just drips off of him.

“Well hello there, stranger. I almost didn’t recognize you.” You say, causing him to look up from his screen.

“I’m sor- woah.” He clears his throat. “You look.. Wow.”

“Well, that’s one way to put it. I guess I still got it.”

“I don’t think you could ever lose it, Love.” He says, sauntering over to you. Grabbing the flowers from under his arm, he extends them to you, “For you, milady.”

“Okay, seriously, which one of them told you everything about me?” You say, taking the bouquet from his grasp. “Yellow tulips have always been my favorite.”

He smiles down at you. “I would never throw your friends under the bus like that. But they all do love to talk about your interests and seem to have your best ones at heart.”

“They do. I appreciate them so much.” You say quietly. “Thank you. Let me put these inside real fast and we can go.”

“I’ll be right here, Love.” He says, kissing your hand before you walk away. You immediately felt your cheeks get warm.

You step inside the bakery and see Jesse standing at the counter with a vase of water.

“Oh, so you knew about these too? You’re the mole, huh? Do you know everything related to tonight?” You say, setting the flowers inside the vase.

Jesse looks at you with a smile and pretends to lock his mouth and throw away the key.

“I hate you.” You say walking back to the front door. “Thank you, Jesse. For everything.”

“You know I always got you, girl. Have a great time.”

“So, where are we going?”

“Ah, that would spoil the surprise.” Harry says, checking his mirrors before switching lanes. “But I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy what I’ve got planned.”

“Cutting me up and spreading the parts out across a fifty mile radius?”

“You’re a little morbid, you know that?” he chuckles softly

“So I’ve been told. Does that bother you?” you’re grinning at him.

“What do you think?” He smirks at you, sliding his hand over to rest on your knee.

The car comes to a stop outside a brick building. “Pottery Painting Class Tonight 8-9pm” Reads on the small marquee board.

“Okay now I know you talked to Carly.” You say excitedly as he helps you out of the car, “I’ve always wanted to do one of these!”

“I had a feeling.” He chuckles. “We are a little early, but there's a diner I love across the street. Come,” He says, holding his hand out to you. You gladly take it and begin to walk hand in hand to your destination.

Settling into a corner booth, your waitress comes and takes your drink order before leaving you to look over the menu. She returns and you let Harry order for you since you were stuck on two options.

“So, what made you finally cave?” He inquires, a heavy smirk upon his face.

“First of all, I didn’t cave. I figured if you’re going to kill me, I might as well get a date out of it.” You quip, leaning your chin onto your hand.

“Always so quick with the comebacks.” He teases. “I don’t think I’ll have time for that this time around, but there’s always next time.”

“You think there’s going to be a next time?” Your eyebrow raises, a smirk tugging on your lips

“Oh, I know it.” He states without even thinking about it.

“I do have a few questions for you, though.” You say, your tone somewhat serious.

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“Why me?”

“Why not you?”

“You don’t even know me.” You start, “Well, besides what you got out of my friends. You ran into me one day, and then just started showing up out of nowhere. Which doesn't make sense to me either. How did you find me?” Your tone started to seem kind of accusatory. You don’t even let him answer before you start again, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the daily business, but it just seems too calculated to me. It’s been plaguing my brain since the first day you walked in my shop. So, Why me, Harry?”

“I know how weird this all seems, and I profusely apologize for making it seem like my intentions were anything other than good.” He starts, reaching his hand across the table, his way of asking for yours. You hesitantly oblige. “But I will explain everything to you from my point of view, if you’ll allow me.” He says, thumb gliding over the back of your hand.

“Well yeah, I’m here aren’t I?” You smirk at him. “But, I’m also here because you got a stamp of approval from my entire peanut gallery. So be grateful to them.”

“I’ll be sure to send them a thank you card.” He says. “But let me start from the beginning, Love.”

Harry had just arrived at the stadium. Head coach Johnson requested his presence to show Harry just how far their dead last draft pick Jackson Cole had been improving. Harry was less than thrilled when his decision was overruled when it came to drafting Cole, he wanted a different pick from the University of Miami, but they went with majority ruling and thus here we are.

So needless to say, Harry didn’t really want to be here right now, but he knew it wouldn’t take too much of his time. Watch the kid throw the ball a few times and gauge his performance from that. Or so he thought,

“Are you kidding me? Star quarterback kid forgot his practice bag? His practice bag, for the championship game he should be grateful he’s even getting the chance to play in, since my first string is out with a torn ligament? Why am I here wasting my time?” Harry states, business mode turned all the way up to ten.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Styles. He says his girlfriend is on the way with the bag.”

“If the bag isn’t here in ten minutes, I’m leaving. And something will be done about this.” He says, pulling his phone from his pocket.

The ten minutes pass, and Harry’s irritation rises. He stands from his seat in Johnson’s office and turns to Ryan on his right, “Call for the car, we’re leaving.” Looking to Johnson sitting behind his desk, he points at him, “We’ll be looking to extinguish your contract. If you can’t get your players to remember their gear, why would I think you can get them to remember plays?”

“Mr. Styles, I plead with you to thin-” He’s cut off by the sounds of yelling in the hallway.

All three men make their way out the door to see what the commotion was all about.

“You have got to be the definition of ungrateful. For the greater part of two years I have given you everything and you still think you can talk to me like that?” Harry hears from down the hall.

He turns and sees Cole’s back facing him, and just over his shoulder he sees a woman. A woman with tears in her eyes and shock and terror all over her face.

“Is that your star quarterback over there, verbally abusing that woman?” Harry inquires, turning to Johnson. “I swear on your life, i will remove you from this office myself if that boy over there causes any kind of uproar in the media, Do i make myself clear?”

“Crystal, sir.” Johnson says, fear laced in his voice.

Harry turns back towards the scene unfolding before him, but the woman was gone.

“Mr. Styles, the car is up front.” Ryan pipes up from behind him.

“Right, let’s go then. Don’t make me repeat myself, Johnson.” He says before they take off.

“Wait a second, you were there for that?” You question him. He nods, picking up a french fry.

“I was. I heard the whole thing. Right pissed me off. I wish I would have stepped in instead of threatening Johnson.” His jaw ticks.

“You don’t really seem like you could have that kind of scary demeanor.”

“I only show it to people that need to see it.” He says matter of factly. “But, you don’t get very far in business without being like that. At least sometimes. But outside of my business, I’m nothing like that. Unless you want me to be.” He smirks at you.

You blush, but a realization comes into your head, “Hold on, I completely just let this go over my head. Who are you, exactly, Harry?”

He smiles. “I was waiting for this. I’m the majority owner for the team, Love.” Your face goes pale.

Wait. Huh?? The Owner? This is the owner you embarrassed Jackson in front of?

“Jackson said I embarrassed him in front of you that day.” You say, looking down at the table.

Harry laughs, “If anybody embarrassed Jackson, it was Jackson. What grown ass man forgets his work gear? This is his job after all. And, who then verbally assaults the person who brings it to him? In front of everyone, nonetheless.”

He takes in the frown on your face, and decides to shift the direction of the conversation. “You really had no idea who I was this whole time.” He says, more of a statement than a question.

“Was I supposed to?” You respond quietly, still not sure what to do with this information.

“No, I don’t mean it like that. I’m honestly more surprised than anything.” He says, holding his hands up like he's pre-defending himself, “And i don't mean this in any kind of derogatory way against you, but normally I have women lie, saying they don’t know me to get closer to me. But you really had no idea this whole time. It’s honestly refreshing.”

“You seem really full of yourself.” You say, taking a bite of your pancakes.

“There’s a fine line between confident and cocky, and I know how to keep myself on the right side. But, let me continue.” He says before continuing his story.

Harry made his way out of the elevator with his band of associates behind him. Ryan was giving him the run down of his next meeting as they walked to the car.

“We have a 1:30 pm meeting with Lyons, but I can resche-” Ryan is cut off by the sound of Harry huffing.

“Woah there love, I gotcha.” It's her. It’s the woman Cole was belittling. She looks so.. sad. I should offer to do so-

“Sorry. You can let go now.” Nice one, Styles.

“My apologies, Love.”

“Don’t call me that.” She says, rolling her eyes at the man before her.

He continues to recount your first meeting exactly as you remember it. He throws in the detail of asking Ryan to look into you, wanting to be fully transparent with you.

“So you knew who I was before this? How is that fair?”

“I suppose it’s not, but I only requested your name and where you worked. I didn’t want to learn anything else before I heard it from you.”

“Say’s the guy who made a ‘deal’ with all of my friends in order to get me here today.” You chuckle.

“Okay, fair. But in my defense, how you take your coffee, what your favorite flower is, and something you’d be interested in doing for a date isn’t entirely sensitive information, Love.”

“On the contrary, Mr. Styles. I happen to take my interests and passions very seriously. These are very sensitive topics.”

“I’ll gladly discuss any sensitive topic you’d like, Love. But perhaps we should save that for when we’re alone, no? Unless you’re into that.” He teases.

“You know, Harry, I just might have met my match with these comebacks of yours, and I don't appreciate being threatened.”

“Is that a challenge?” He says, leaning closer to you across the table.

“It’s whatever you want it to be,” you say, matching his movements.

Just as he’s about to seal the deal, his phone buzzes letting him know your class is about to start across the street.

“Ah, but I guess that will have to wait until later.” You say, standing from your seat.

Harry ran his hand along his face, covering his mouth and breathed out a laugh. “This girl.” He thinks. He takes your hand after throwing more than enough cash down on the table, and you make your way back to the brick building that will be housing your date for the evening.

Throughout the course of the rest of your date, you learn more about Harry. He’s 30. His favorite color is orange. “Wait no blue. No, orange. Orange.” He’s an Aquarius, though he swears he doesn’t understand why that’s relevant. He was born in England but moved here when he was 22 to run the US branch of his company. He has his hands and feet in all kinds of different baskets. He’s in the market of construction, publishing, restaurants, real estate; you name it. He’s worked every single day since the day he graduated and he’s turned his business into what it is today. His successful business is what made it possible to be the majority owner of the team Jackson plays for. His parents and sister are still back in England and he misses them terribly, but he travels back as often as he can to see them. Especially now that he’s an uncle! He loves all sports, but American football just really spoke to him. He says soccer is his second favorite. Or the true football according to him.

“But why did you decide to pursue me so intricately? I was so rude to you both of the first real times we spoke.” You question, sweeping your paintbrush across the teapot you chose.

He ponders for a split second, “I got fixated with how it made me feel inside to be the one to make you smile” He says without looking up from the bowl that he chose to paint. “Plus, I saw your disdain for me as a challenge. And I love a challenge.” He smirks, still not looking up at you.

You stare at him in awe, taking in how his brows furrowed together in concentration. He answered you with such an easiness in his tone. “I just don’t know how someone like you could be interested in someone like me.”

“How could I not?” He says, finally looking up at you. ”You’re so determined, and incredibly talented. You’re undoubtedly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. But you looked so broken and exhausted when I saw you for the first time at the stadium. It broke my heart. I wanted to do everything in my power from that moment on to put a real smile back on your face. I didn’t know you then, but I wanted to. I wanted to take all the pain you were feeling away. That’s all I know.” He says, setting his brush down.

You thoroughly enjoyed yourself tonight and you probably told Harry how much fun you had about 13 times in the time it took him to drive you home. It made his heart swell to know he’d made you so happy tonight. Harry walked you to your apartment door, before turning you to face him, his hands finding purchase on your lower back.

“I had a wonderful time with you tonight, Love,” He says, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear; his touch ghosting your skin, giving you goosebumps.

You roll your eyes. “You won’t ever let up with that nickname, will you?”

“Never. Not when I get this reaction out of you.” He smirks, looking down at your lips. “May i?”

You don’t even hesitate before you nod. He immediately leans down and covers your lips with his. The feeling of warmth, and desire seeps into every pore across your entire body. His kiss feels like everything you’ve ever longed for. You feel safe. You feel at home. A feeling you hadn’t felt since you were twenty years old and lost the only two people you had left you were willing to call biological family. He made you feel alive again.

“Mm, exactly how I imagined.” He says in between rushed kisses, lips moving perfectly in sync.

“You imagined this?” You say breathlessly.

“Only every second of every. fucking. day, Love.” He says after he reluctantly pulls away. “But, I need to stop myself before I get too excited. I want this to be right.”

You shake your head, “You’re just fine.” You say before cupping both of his cheeks and capturing his lips with yours once more. “This is just right.”

“As much as I want this with you right now, we shouldn’t.” He’s gripping your wrists and gently pulling them from his face. “You have no idea how bad I want this.”

“So let’s go upstairs.” You say, trying to free your arms from his grasp.

“Love, look at me.” He says, now grabbing the sides of your neck to angle your head up at him again. “I want nothing more than to take you upstairs and give you everything you deserve.” You’re nodding along with his words, a desperate smile on your face. “But I want to take my time with you. Will you let me take my time with you and do this right?” He asks, sliding his hands up and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“I guess so.” You say, voice echoing disappointment.

“Hey, none of that. I’ll take care of you soon, I promise. But for now, I want you to take your cute butt upstairs, and call your friends. I’m sure they’re all waiting to hear how much fun you had tonight. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Harry.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“Good girl,” He says, making your breath hitch and cheeks flush. “Now, Up you go. He says, not before pressing one last kiss to your pouty lips.

“See you tomorrow?” You say, turning towards him one last time.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Love.” He waits until he hears your door close behind you before making his way back to his car. He feels his phone vibrate in the cup holder.

You: Thank you for tonight, Mr. Styles. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Harry: The pleasure was all mine, Love. I would enjoy doing that again with you sometime soon.

You: Whenever you want, Harry.

Harry: Ah, I did mention getting what I want, didn't I? How about this weekend? Saturday after you close? I’ll pick you up.

You: It’s a date. Goodnight, Harry.

Harry: Goodnight, Love.

Throwing yourself down on your bed you call Carly. Of course she’s answering on the first ring because she’s as nosy as the rest of us. “GIRL YOU BETTER TELL ME EVERYTHING!” She says as soon as the lines connect.

“Why else would I be calling? I have so much to tell you!” You recount the night's events to her with as much detail as you can. Although that doesn’t stop her from trying to pry for more.

“What do you mean he rejected you? I am so confused.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. He just wants to ‘take things slow and do this properly’ as he said in his fancy accent.” You tell her.

“What a gentleman.” Carly muses. “I want one.” She huffs through the phone. “Is Ryan single?”

Saturday’s business hours come and go before you can even process them. I mean, you did close two hours early to get ready but you still didn’t think you weren’t that close to your date with Harry.

Although, you haven’t seen Harry yet today. Ryan is the one who stopped in at lunch time. Ryan claimed it was because Harry was taking care of some business he needed to attend to before your date tonight. Harry told Ryan to make sure you didn’t worry, that you were still on for tonight and that he was sorry he couldn’t be there today. You made your way upstairs and began your getting ready process. Which included a hot shower, exfoliating, shaving every inch.. You know, the everything shower. Carly asked if you wanted her to help you again, but you declined; wanting to take your time with your self care.

Checking your phone for the hundredth time this hour, you finally get the message you’ve been waiting for.

Harry: I’m on my way, love. Can’t wait to see you.

You felt immediate goosebumps all over and butterflies in your stomach. “Oh god.” You think. “I already like him. maybe too much.” You could hear Carly scolding you now, “Bitch, knock it off. You’ve been miserable for long enough.” You think maybe she's right.

Harry’s there to pick you up at 6 pm on the dot. His black Range Rover settled behind him as he watches you make your way across the street. He reaches his hand out for you to grab once you’re close enough and he pulls you to stand between his legs, hands settling on your hips.

“Hello, Love.” He smiles down at you, eyes peering over his expensive sunglasses.

“Ello, govna. Fancy a date wiff meh?” You choke out, in your worst accent possible. He chokes on his own spit at that.

“Oh my g-, what was that?” he says, unable to hold his laughter.

“I thought I'd give your accent a shot.” You say, shrugging your shoulders.

“It’s a good thing you’re talented in other areas, love, because impressions are not your strong suit.” He says, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Shall we go, then?” He says, nodding towards his car.

“We shall.” You let him guide you around the car and open your door for you. (Jackson would never btw) He makes his way back around before sliding into his seat and taking off.

Your second date ensues without a hitch. He took you to a record store! He perused the entire store with you for hours. You both showed each other different albums and explained what they meant to you. He showed you his favorite Pink Floyd record and you showed him your favorite band's sophomore album that had gotten you through some really dark times. He kept eye contact with you and nodded along with your words, expressing his condolences for you having to experience so much already in your life. The fact that he even remembered you mentioning you enjoy vinyl hunting had you sure of one thing, you’re certain you like this man more than you should. And you’re terrified. But in the best way.

Harry gets you home around 10 pm, and walks to your door again.

“I would like to ask you a pretty important question.” Harry states, placing the palm of his hand against your cheek. You lean into his touch and nod, letting him know to continue. “I know this is rather sudden, but I would like to start seeing you. Officially, I mean.” Maneuvering his hands to tilt your face towards him, he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Call you mine.” The other cheek. “Make you happy.” Now your forehead. “Treat you with the utmost respect, like you deserve.” He kisses your nose. “Will you let me do that, sweet girl?” He pauses, gauging your reaction.

You nod your head like a mad woman, a massive smile on your face, “Oh god, yes!.” You say. And it feels like an entire weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You never imagined all those months ago that you’d be standing here with your handsome stranger agreeing to start a relationship with him. Who are you? What have you done with Y/N? Is Y/N even in the room with us?

Harry smiles a smile that can only be described as.. painful looking. “My sweet girl, gonna treat you so well. The way you deserve. Been waiting months for this.” He says, pressing his lips to yours. You reach your hands up, tangling them in his soft curls, and pull yourself to your tippy toes, attempting to meet his height. “Please,” You whisper against his lips before kissing him again. He leans down over you, trying to pull you as close to him as possible. “Please what, sweet girl?” He teases, “Gotta use your words for me, pretty.” He says, tilting your head back and placing featherlight kisses along your jawline, heading towards your right ear and taking your lobe into his mouth.

“Oh my god, Harry–Fuck.” You groan out. “Please, don’t make me wait again.” You plead, pulling his lips back to yours.

“Is my girl sure this is what she wants? I thought we agreed to take this slow.” He teases again.

“I changed my mind! Please, Harry. Please.” You plead, making him chuckle.

“Who am i to deny you, Love.” He says.

You clumsily make your way upstairs, the both of you too damn stubborn to attempt to break your kiss. Layers of clothing are shed as you make your way into your bedroom. He pauses one more time at the end of your bed, both of you only left in your underwear, “Are you sure about this Love? We can stop right now and it wouldn’t change anything.” You shake your head and push him down, straddling his lap. “I seem to remember a promise you made about taking me upstairs and giving me everything I deserve. I’m waiting for that promise to be kept, Mr. Styles.”

“Well then, allow me to demonstrate.” He says, flipping you both over so you were under him, eliciting a shriek of laughter from you.

1.2.1 (please mind the tags before you read!)

A couple months have passed and it’s cold out again. Harry’s been making good on his promise to treat you well, treat you how you deserve. He still makes his daily stops to get his cupcake and drop your coffee off, and he makes sure to give you the dozens of kisses you demand before he’s allowed to leave. You feel like a different person; you would never be caught dead showing this level of affection to a partner, let alone in a semi public setting. All of your friends are so immensely proud of you, but nobody says anything lest to make you feel embarrassed. Harry claims the title of your biggest fan and your number one supporter. Although he and Carly like to “argue” over that title. You were thrilled to finally have a relationship where your boyfriend and your best friend actually got along.

When Mr. Henry stopped in the day after your first date, you feigned ignorance.

“Good morning, dear. How was your evening?” He inquires, a smirk evident on the elderly man's face.

“Eh, it was pretty boring. I tried out this new recipe for a chocolate ganache to put on a cake. Turned out pretty well. I’m kind of excited.” You say, boxing up his normal order, plus some extras as a thank you for him to find later.

“What do you mean? I thought yo-, wait a minute. You’re being a smart ass aren’t you?” He asks, brows furrowing together.

“What was your end of the deal? I already got it out of the other two. What’s your excuse, huh?” You tease him.

“You little shit. Haha, alright. You got me there. I didn’t agree to get anything in return. There isn’t anything he could give me that I need, dear. I have all I could ever need right here.” He motions to you and Rocco. “I just wanted you to have a chance to be truly happy, like I got to be. I want you to find someone to eat peanut butter cookies for after they're gone. That’s all I asked for from him in return. He said he would do his best to make me proud. And I believe him, dear.”

The tears well in your eyes before you can even process what’s happening.

“Well, now I didn't tell you that to make you cry.” Mr. Henry picks up a napkin and hands it to you, “I’ve told you before, no time for that. You’ve got cookies to sell.”

Jesse has returned from school again for winter break. He’s been keeping tabs on you while he’s been gone though. He was so excited for you when you informed him you and Harry were officially an item.

“Yeah, and you tried telling me you weren’t interested in him.” He says, spinning a rose nail between his fingers like you taught him.

“Ooh, see! now, twist it back and start where you left off.” You said, encouraging his progress. “Ya know, Jesse, I never claimed to be perfect.” You joke.

“I know, girl. I’m just glad you’re letting yourself be happy again. It right hurt my heart to see you so sad. Mr. Henry and I were about to start scheming together.” He picks the rose up off the nail, and sets it down where you have it marked on top of the cake.

“I think all of you did plenty of scheming, don’t you?” You say, raising your eyebrow at him.

“Okay, you got me there. But can you blame us?”

“I suppose not.” You say checking the time on your phone. “Hey, Harry asked me to make his cupcake drop at the stadium. Are you okay if I run these to him real fast? I’ll be back in no time at all.”

“Go on, girl. I got this. Go get your man.” Jesse says, starting another rose on the nail. “Still can’t believe you bagged a team owner. Badass — seriously.”

You make the drive to the stadium and you’re surprised to see the team in the parking lot doing drills. You don’t think anything of it and pull into one of Harry’s parking spots near the gate like he told you to do. Gathering your various items, you step out of your car and turn to close the door.

“What are you doing here?” You hear behind you. Jackson.

“Mm, I don’t really think that’s any of your business.” You huff before continuing on your way.

“We haven’t been together for nearly a year, I have no desire to see you here.” Jackson says, rather angrily, following hot on your trail.

“Well, it's a good thing I’m not here to see you. So if you’ll excuse me.” You make a hasty exit from the conversation and let your feet carry you to Harry’s office.

“Hello, my love.” Harry says upon your entrance. “What do you have for me today?”

You half smile at him, “Um, there’s a cookies and cream for you, and the marshmallow filled for Ryan.” You say, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” He inquires from his seat.

You nod, even though it’s a lie. He shakes his head at you. “Come here, Love.” he says motioning for you to join him on his side of the desk. He pulls you to sit in front of him on the desk, he cages you in with his arms “Now, you know I don’t like dishonesty, Love.” He starts, “What’s bothering you?”

“I hate that you can read me like a book.” you mumble, your eyes beginning to well with tears.

“Mm, Have been able to since the beginning. Are you gonna tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“It’s just Jackson.” You mumble, fidgeting with your hands in your lap.

“Did he say something to you?” Harry says, his tone serious now.

“No! I mean — kind of. The guys were all in the parking lot doing drills and when he saw me, he asked why i was here, I told him it was none of his business, and then he told me he didn’t want me here.”

“I hope you gave that punk an earful.” He says, running his palms over the tops of your clothed thighs..

“I told him that it was a good thing I wasn't here to see him, and to excuse me.” You said, recounting what happened.

“Good girl. That works too. I’ll deal with him. Wanted him gone a long time ago”

“No, please, just leave it be. I don’t want to give him a reason to hate me even more. He still scares me. I didn’t recognize him that night. H-he grabbed my face and told me I n-needed to be m-more obedient to him. Please don’t make it any w-worse, Harry, please,” You plead tears beginning to stream down your face.

“Woah, pretty, let's calm down, yeah?.” He coos, pulling you off of the desk and onto his lap. He rubs soothing circles on your back and guides your breathing. “It’s okay, my sweet girl. Nobody can hurt you. I’ve got you, baby. Everything will be okay.”

Harry holds you for a while longer while he continues to do some of his work at his desk. He glances down at his watch, taking in the time. “I’m sorry, Love, I’ve got a meeting in 15, I would cancel again but that would be three times in a row.” You sit up slowly before you say, “Oh, it’s alright. I’ve gotta get back to Jesse.” He tucks your hair behind your ears and kisses you softly. “Will you be alright getting back? Should I send Ryan with you?

“No, I’ll be okay. Will I see you tonight?” You inquire, standing from his hold.

“Well, of course. I expect my nightly dose of attitude when I get there, too.” He says before giving a light pinch to your ass, making you squeal. “Let me know once you’ve made it back, my love.”

“Yes, sir.” You mumble out and you swear you almost hear Harry groan.

“Keep it up, sweetheart. You might like what happens.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You make your way to the door and he opens it for you, letting you step into the hallway before him. You’re trying to be cute when you attempt to leave without a proper goodbye, but he isn’t having any of that. Harry reaches out and spins you to face him, arms immediately wrapping around your frame, making you giggle.

“And just where do you think you’re going without my ‘see you later’ kiss, hm?” He inquires.

”I’m sorry, who are you?” You say, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Oh, baby, allow me to remind you.” And he's kissing you again, making you whimper, but not for long before he’s pulling away.

“Nooo, one more.” you plead, chasing his lips with yours.

“Who are you begging for a kiss from a stranger? Naughty girl.” He teases, making you giggle again. “Off you go, my love. I’ll see you tonight.” and he sends you on your way.

You begin to make your way to your car, unaware of the following eyes. You start to hear the echo of footsteps behind you, so you peer over your shoulder and see Jackson at the end of the hall trailing behind you. You panic and begin to speed walk the last bit to your car before locking your doors once inside.

“You know, I thought you were pathetic, but this is ridiculous.” You hear through your driver side window.

“Go away, Jackson.”

“How long have you been fucking him? Huh? How long have you been plotting this? Was this your plan all along? Sleep your way up the football hierarchy? I gotta say, you made one hell of a jump; quarterback to owner? Damn girl. Could’ve at least started with an offensive coordinator, or one of the coaches.” His words were coming at you so fast.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you wanted me first, remember?” You say, starting your car.

“You’re a right bitch, you know that? He’ll realize it soon enough and leave you in the dust like I did.”

“Did you literally forget that I’m the one who left you, genius?” You said before backing out, and pulling away.

Jackson stood and watched your car leave the parking lot, a scheme brewing in his big ass head. “I’ve got just the way to make you crumble, princess, don’t worry.” He says, laughing to himself before making his way back into the stadium.

Christmas is coming, really fast. Like in three days fast. You realize you have nothing for anybody besides Jesse. You’d gotten him a figurine of his favorite character from his favorite anime. With the promise to Jesse of as many cupcakes as he wanted, you asked him if he’d cover by himself for a few hours while you attempted to get something for Harry, Carly, Mr. Henry, Rocco, and Ryan of course. Jesse of course accepted, settling on the idea of continuing his cake decorating. You dress yourself for the cold and make your way to the mall you know has everything.

Carly, Mr. Henry, and Rocco are all very easy to shop for. Carly loves wine, makeup, and the show Sex & The City. Mr. Henry always enjoys extra cookies of course, but you also like to get him a new set of cold gear every year. He wears them until they’re worn out until the next Christmas. He says he always appreciates it because his wife used to do the same, and that it really makes him feel cared for. That man just loves to make you cry by being sweet, and then tell you to knock it off for crying. You can't ever win with him. Rocco of course loves a good treat bag and a new toy. But you always make sure to get him a doggy scarf to match with Mr. Henry’s.

You’d even surprisingly found something for Ryan, well two things. One of them is just a tie in a very specific color he mentioned liking, and the other is a pen that makes a sound when he clicks the top. It says “Yes, Mr. Styles.” in Ryan’s voice. You swore you’ve heard Ryan say those words more than you’ve heard him say anything else. Makes sense since he is Harry’s right hand man. But now, here we are. Nothing for arguably the most important person.

Taking out your phone on your journey back to your car, you tap on his contact. He answers the phone on the second ring. ”Hi, sweet girl. You okay?”

You giggle, “Of course I’m okay, why wouldn’t I be?” Reaching your car, you set your bags in the trunk and slide into the driver's seat.

“Well, you never have time to call me in the middle of the day, so I thought something might be wrong.” He says, his voice seeming calmer now.

“Oh, yeah, I’m out shopping. I guess I actually do kind of need your help.” You make his heart rate pick up at him hearing you needing him for something. He knew how hard asking for help was for you, no matter how small the act in question was, so he was proud of you.

“I’m all ears, baby. What can I do for you?”

You hesitate for a moment, “What is something you think you’d like for christmas?”

You can hear him sigh a laugh through the phone. “Baby, I don’t need anything from you. I have all I could ever need. You gave me everything the day you agreed to be mine.”

His words make you tear up, but your bratty side still takes over 99% of the time. “Has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?” You say, tone feigning attitude.

“Mm, sometimes my girlfriend does when she’s pretending to be pissed at me.” He quips back at you.

“She sounds like a handful.”

“She’s many things, but never that.” He’s doing that thing again where he talks about how easy it is to love you. “She thinks her words are sharp enough to cut.” He starts again, “But I think she’s just deflecting.”

“I hate you.” You whisper, but he can hear your smile through the phone.

“Are you sure about that, Love?

“Yes, you still didn’t answer my question. I asked what you wanted, not what you needed.” Attempting to steer the conversation from where it was going.. But that didn’t work out very well.

“Sweet girl, I don’t think you want me to tell you what I want over the phone when I know what I’d tell you would leave you an achy mess for the rest of the day.” there’s not a single ounce of hesitation in his voice.

“Like you’d pass up an opportunity to make me squirm.” You say, a real attitude prevalent in your tone. Since he wants to go there.

“Is that a challenge? I can start listing all the ways I plan on making you squirm once I get my hands on you. You want that?”

“Y-yes.” You breathe out. Until you realize you’re sitting in your car. Sitting in your car in a public parking lot. Y/N, get a grip. “I mean, n-no. No. Stop distracting me.” You clear your throat. “Tell me something you want for Christmas, I’m serious Harry.”

“You really want to know?” He says quietly, but you know that voice.

“Nope. Bye.” You say hanging up on him. You knew exactly where that was going. He immediately calls you back but you send him to voicemail. Putting your car in drive, you take off after the perfect idea popped into your head. You just hoped this place still had what you were looking for. Harry’s still trying to call you but you’ve turned on DND. You start to get excited wondering what his reaction will be to that.

Making your way back to the bakery, you’d called Jesse ahead of time requesting his help with the big box while you got the bags. “Where do you want this box?” He asks walking in after you.

“Would you mind taking it upstairs? Pretty pleaaaase?” You say, setting your bags on the counter.

“You got it, girl. Be right ba-, wait, keys? Oh, I see them. Be right back.”

You turn to see the cake he was working on, thoroughly impressed by his progress. His roses are damn near perfect at this point. Now if he could just get some not dude looking handwriting, he’ll be golden! You’re turning the cake to check out the other side when the doorbell chimes. Without taking your eyes off the cake you begin to speak, “Welcome in, give me just one second.” Lifting your hands up you begin to slide the cake off of the lazy susan before turning to place the cake in the cooler. But when you turn around, you’re met with Jackson; standing at your bakery counter with a blue folder in his hand, and a devious smile on his face. He has you cornered. And Jesse is still upstairs. The cake falls from your hands right onto the floor in front of your feet.

“I finally have a way to make you pay for what you did to my career, you football ladder climbing slut.” He sneers at you, waving the folder back and forth.

“I-I d-don’t, wh-what?”

“You. You ruined me when you left.”

“I didn’t do anything to you. I didn’t say anything about you. I don’t even think I unfollowed you for heaven's sake, Jackson.” You say getting louder, hoping Jesse will hear and come back down. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’ve played like shit since you left. You fucked with my head and I haven’t played the same.”

“I fucked with your head? You’re joking right?”

“Dead serious, princess. As serious as this folder right here. Here, this is your copy anyways." He says, sliding your bags off the counter, sending the limited edition Pink Floyd album that you had just bought Harry for Christmas onto the floor. Completely shattering it. The album was a first edition pressing from 1975 when the album came out. Harry wouldn’t let you buy it for him the night of your first date. “Haven’t got a turntable, Love. I wouldn’t be able to appreciate it properly.” But that’s what Jesse was taking upstairs. You’d bought him a turntable and his first record. That was now shattered on the floor. “Oops.” Jackson says, feigning an apology.

“What do you want, Jackson?” You say, snatching the folder from his hand.

“I now own this entire building, and you have one week to get all of your shit and get the fuck out.” He says, inching closer to you over the counter.

Your eyes widen. “W-what, what the fuck are you talking about? Jesse! Jesse, come back, please!” You scream, flipping through the pages of the folder.

“Jesse, come back, please!” Jackson mocks you. “Jesse can’t do shit.” but that's when Jesse comes barreling down the stairs.

“Ah ah ah, pretty boy. I will own everything you own in the matter of seconds once you lay a finger on me. Let me explain to the both of you — since you demanded an audience — how this works.” He says, sauntering over to the table by the window and plopping down in the chair. “You own this business, not the building.” That is true. Your business is a part of a strip of brick buildings and they all have apartments above them. You paid rent every month like everyone else did along the strip. “The building was owned by Jeff Walker, who just so happened to get a pretty nice cash offer from yours truly. And now I’m the owner. How does that make you feel, princess? You wanna sleep with me again now that I own something?”

His words make you want to vomit. You’re thankful Harry has never called you princess.

“Dude, get out of here. Don’t make me call the cops.” Jesse says, stepping in front of the counter.

“Oh, I’m not staying. Just gotta let my tenants know who their new landlord is. You got a week, princess. And you’re out.” He says, flinging the door open before leaving.

You’re frozen. You’re staring at the papers saying Jackson owns your building, and you’re frozen. You can’t move. You can’t think. You almost can't even breathe. You don’t even hear Jesse calling your name. Not until he grips your shoulders and shakes you.

“Y/N, come on, come back to me.” He pleads. But you’re sinking to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest. He panics. Looking in your bag, he grabs your phone and calls Harry.

“Oh, now you want to continue what you started earlier? I see how you are, Naughty girl.” Harry says when he answers the phone.

“Look man, I’ll pretend like i didn’t hear that if you please get to Y/N’s shop as soon as you possibly can.”

“Did something happen? What’s wrong?” Panic rising in Harry’s tone.

“Jackson was here, there’s some folder. I don–, just get here, please. She needs you.”

“Fuck, Okay. I am on my way right now. Thank you for calling me, Jesse. Tell her I’ll be there soon.”

Jesse gets down on the floor with you and wraps his arm around your shoulders. “Hey, you’re good. Harry’s on his way, alright?”

Harry gets to your shop in record time. Pushing the door open and rushing inside like his life depended on it. “Baby? Where are you?” he asks, not seeing anybody.

“We’re down here!” Jesse claims from behind the counter. Harry walks around the counter taking in the sight before him. You’re cradled into Jesse, absolutely shaking.

“Oh no, my girl. Come here, baby.” He says.

“She says she can’t stand.”

“Oh, I know she can. She’s strong. C’mon baby, let's go upstairs.” He says, placing his hand on your shoulder. “C’mon, I know you can.”

You shake your head. “H-he b-bought the building, H-harry.” You cry out, “I’m going to lose ever—” Unable to speak, your sobs take over.

“What is she talking about?” He asks, looking at Jesse, not wanting you to try to talk anymore.

“It’s all in that folder.’ Jesse nods his head towards the counter next to Harry.

He picks it up, flipping through the contents. “Hah, that fucker.” He says, folding the folder in half and tucking it into his jacket pocket. “Alright, Love.” He says, leaning down to pull you up and into his arms. “Up we go.” He tosses you slightly to get his arms in the right spots under your knees and across your back.

“I’ll take care of everything down here. Thank you for coming, man.” Jesse gently grabs Harry’s shoulder.

“Of course. Thank you for calling.” Harry responds before he disappears with you up the stairs.

He walks you into the bathroom and sets you down on the counter before trying to step away from your hold, but your arms remained locked around his neck. “No. Stay. Please.”

“I am, baby, I want to run you a bath.” He chuckles, “Promise, I'm coming right back, yeah?” he presses his lips to your temple to soothe you. You nod and let him go. Harry walks over to the bathtub and turns the knob. Setting his arm out to test the water until it’s warm enough for your liking, and drops the stopper in the drain. Before returning to you, he drops some of your lavender bubble bath that’s placed on the side of your tub. He stands between your legs again and places his hands on your hips. “Alright, my girl, arms up.” He says while grabbing the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Will y-you get in w-with me?” You ask as he reaches behind you to gently undo your bra.

“Of course, If that’s what you want.” He’s reaching down to unbutton your jeans and you slide down off the counter so he can pull them down your legs along with your underwear. “My girl. I hate seeing you so sad. Let’s get you relaxed. Deal with what we can right now, yeah?” You nod, trying to even out your breathing. He pulls his clothes from his body before settling in the tub. Harry holds his hand out to help guide you, “Careful, don’t slip.” he says as you set your foot down into the warm water. You sink down and Harry pulls you to lay on his front, wrapping his arms around your waist before sinking so you're both covered by the water. “Alright, sweetheart, you’re safe now. I’m here with you,” He says, rubbing soothing circles where his thumbs rest on your hips.

“He’s ruined everything, Harry.” You cry.

“Baby, he hasn’t ruined anything yet. He’s got a piece of paper saying he’s giving Walker some money. We can’t solve anything about that right now. Let’s focus on what we can solve, okay? What can we solve right now, even if it’s small?” He asks you, reaching up to rub his hands all over your back.

You shake your head, “Can you just hold me, please?”

“Course i can. We can talk later if you want?”

“Can you just talk? Distract me?”

“Absolutely, love. About anything in particular?”

“Talk to me about your tattoos.” You say, running your fingers over the ones you can see on his chest.

Harry goes into his story about when he started getting his tattoos. He tells you the stories behind the ones that mean the most to him. He explains his tattoos as a collection of memories of instances in his life that he never wants to forget. You think that sounds wonderful.

“Would you get one for me?” You ask, partially teasing.

“Of course I would. I’d do it tomorrow.”

“Wait, really? I wasn’t serious. That’s permanent, Harry.”

“Really? They are? I had no idea.” He teases you. “Better get my money back. I was wondering why they weren’t coming off in the shower.”

“You’re so annoying.” You huff at him, making him breathe a laugh through his nose. “What would you get for me?”

“Hm, hard to tell. Perhaps the outline of a cupcake?” He muses at you.

“I quite like that idea, Mr. Styles.”

“I enjoy any idea that keeps a piece of you with me forever.” He says placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You know, you give my cupcakes a run for their money with your sweetness.” You say earning a chuckle from him.

Harry continues to hold you until you begin to stir. “Are you ready to get out?” He’s looking down at you, continuing his ministrations with his hands on your hips.

You nod, “Yeah. Will you keep holding me though?” You ask.

“Anything you want, baby.” He assures you.

Harry gently dries you off before helping you brush your hair, and put a set of your pajamas on. You’ve seen every inch of this man but these actions here feel so much more intimate to you. You’ve never felt so cared for in your life. He slides into a pair of his clothes that you keep in a drawer for him in your dresser--He melted when you told him that it was his drawer– and he gets into your bed with you. He curls himself around you, face tucked into your neck, an arm sliding under your shoulders, and the other across your waist, and he pulls you as close as he possibly can.

You’re soothed by the soft thump of his heartbeat against your back, and the warmth of his even breaths against your neck. Your breathing finally begins to fully calm, and you slowly stop shaking.

“M’ so tired, Harry.” You whisper. He places a soft kiss on the nape of your neck.

“You wanna take a nap, baby? I’ll stay with you.” He says, breath tickling your throat.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m tired of everything going wrong.”

“Everything hasn’t gone wrong, sweetheart. I will look into this first thing in the morning, okay?”

“He broke your christmas present.” You say, turning yourself in his hold so you were facing him. “I found you the perfect gift and it’s gone. Shattered, Harry.”

“Baby, I told you, you’re the best gift I could have asked for. Material things are great, but I’d rather have you.” He says, cradling the side of your face.

“You have me all the time, Harry. Why do you always have the right thing to say?” You roll your eyes at him, trying not to smile. He makes it so hard to be upset. He looks at things with such a positive outlook and it’s so contagious.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He quips, sliding his hand under your jaw and lightly squeezing, eliciting a whimper from you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say, blinking your lashes at him.

“Sure you don’t, pretty.” He says, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry you had such a rough day. We’ll start over tomorrow, okay? Is there anything else we can do tonight to make you feel a little better?” He says while peppering kisses all over your face, making you giggle. “Anything at all, baby?” You know exactly what he wants, how he wants to distract you.

“Nope, not a thing.” You say as he slides his other hand further down your body, teasing the hem of your sleep shorts. “Can’t think of anything else I n–eed toni–, ohh.” The tips of his fingers find that spot, and you’re at a loss for words; He stole them right from your mouth and replaced them with his tongue. You reach your hands up, winding them in his hair and pull him off of you, “Please, don’t stop.” You say before connecting your lips again.

“Oh, but I thought my girl didn’t need anything else from me?” He teases.

“Harry, I swear to god I'll kill you.”

“Ooh, she’s feisty now, everybody.” He says while gently turning you two over so he’s leaning over you. “Sure you can’t think of anything else you need?” You shake your head, trying to pull his face to yours, and hooking your leg around his hip to pull him closer, but he’s not budging. “Gotta use your words for me, baby.”

You pout at him, “I hate you.”

“Sure you do, sweetheart. Gonna tell me what you need?”

“You. Need you. Please.”

Harry wakes up a few hours later to the feeling of you wrapped around him. If you asked him, he’d take this version of waking up every day. But he'll have that conversation with you later, when he knows you’re ready to have it.

Slowly, he peels himself away from you, it warms his heart to see your sleeping frame frown at the loss of his warmth. “I’ll be right back, baby. Just need to make a call.” He whispers against your forehead before pressing a kiss. He knows you’re sleeping, but just in case a small part of you wasn't, he didn't want that small part to worry. Harry quietly pulls your bedroom door shut before making his way into your kitchen. He finds his jacket and retrieves his phone, immediately calling Ryan.

“Yes, Mr. Styles?” Ryan says as soon as he answers the phone.

“Ryan, I need you to do something.” Harry breathes into the phone. “I need you to get a meeting with Jeff Walker. As soon as possible.”

Stretching your arm to the right, you feel the cold sheets of your bed. You sit up and notice your door is slightly ajar, and faintly you can hear the clattering of pans in the kitchen.

“Harry?” You call out, slipping out of the comfort of your bed. You wince at the ache in your legs once you pull yourself to stand. Harry’s sweatshirt is laying on the ottoman at the end of your bed, so you slip that over your head and make your way towards the sounds in the kitchen.

Taking in the sight before you, a shirtless Harry standing at the counter, whisking something together in a large bowl. His sweatpants are hanging dangerously low on his hips, and his hair is wildly unkempt looking. But you’d wake up to this sight every day if he asked you to. He’s still unaware of your presence, so to really get his attention you saunter over behind him and slowly snake your arms around his middle, laying your cheek against his bare back.

“Good morning, pretty.” He says placing one of his hands over yours on his chest. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mm, like a baby.” You hum against his back. “My legs are sore though, you menace.” He chuckles at that, turning himself in your hold, wrapping his arms around you.

“Are you complaining?” He asks, placing a kiss on your temple.

“No, not at all.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Rolling our eyes this early? You a masochist or something?” He teases you, pinching your ass and making you jolt.

You shake your head and press your face into his chest. “No. You’re just annoying.”

“Mm, mhm. So annoying, baby.” He says before kissing the crown of your head. Harry then reaches his hands down the backs of your thighs and lifts you onto the counter.. “Let me finish this, and then I’m all yours until we have to get ready for work. How’s that sound?”

“I don’t think I can do it today, Harry. I’m so mentally exhausted. I don’t want to open my shop if I won’t be able to open it a week from now.”

“Oh, my sweet girl. Everything will fall into place, I promise.” He says cupping your cheek; swiping over the surface with his thumb.

“How can you stand there and say that? How can you know that?” You say, not accusingly but with a pleading tone. You want nothing more than to believe him, but you’ve lost so much in your life, it's hard to believe in any kind of positive outcome.

“I don’t. But you have to look at it that way. You have to give yourself something to hope for. You’re just making yourself miserable by expecting the worst.”

“It’s easier if I expect the worst and then the worst happens. I prepared myself for it at least.”

“No, baby. That’s not healthy.” He says tilting your head back to look into your eyes. “I know you’ve been through so much, and it always feels like life is out to get you. But I promise it’s not all bad out there. There are so many exciting things for you to experience, but you have to try. You have to have hope. Can you try for me today?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your nose. “Please, my girl?” You slowly nod your head in his hold, but he shakes his. “Nuh uh, baby. I need to hear you say you’re going to try for me today.”

“I pr-promise I’ll try, Harry.” He smiles at you.

“Good girl.” He says, stepping back to the stove, but not before pecking your lips.

He continues to make breakfast and serves you at the island. As he places the plates down, his phone vibrates next to him. A message from Ryan displayed on the screen.

Right Hand Ryan: Good morning Mr. Styles. Walker agreed to a meeting this morning at 10:30. I’ll see you when you arrive at the office.

Harry: Thank you, Ryan.

Going about the rest of your morning routine with Harry feels so domestic and right to you. You still can’t believe that a stranger you met in a parking lot would mean this much to you now. You’re certain of how you feel, but you won’t let the words come out. But Harry knows. He can see it in how you look at him. He just hopes you can tell he feels the same in the way he looks at you.

The two of you make your way downstairs, just in time for Jesse to make his way inside to help open.

“Good morning you two. I wasn’t sure what the plan was but I was gonna show up either way.” Jesse says from the doorway.

“We’re gonna milk this for all it’s worth and go from there.” You say, squeezing Harry’s hand beside you. He squeezes yours right back. “Everything will fall into place.”

“Hell yeah. I like the sound of that.” Jesse says, pumping his fist in the air. “I’ll get my stuff set up then. See you later, Harry. Thanks again for yesterday.” He says, giving Harry a fist bump before he goes into the back room.

“What a lovely pep talk, baby. Sounds like you’ve got a great life coach.” Harry says leaning down to kiss you.

“Mm, not sure about a life coach. But I’ve got a pretty good boyfriend.”

“Can he fight? Because you’re mine, in case you forgot.”

“Not sure about that. I’m sure he can though. He’s good at everything he does. Especially this one thing with his ton-,”

“Okay, pretty, I really have to go, and if you finish tha-“ you cut him off with a kiss.

“Off you go, my sweet boy.” You say smiling up at him. He’s got hearts in his eyes at the moniker. You haven’t called him anything but Harry all these months.

“I’ll be back for you later,” he grumbles before kissing you once more, and then he’s gone.

Jesse does his best to distract you throughout the morning. He kept showing you how well he could form a rose now on the nail. It was so nice seeing him so proud of himself. You felt so happy knowing that the knowledge you taught him was making this kind of impact on him.

It’s Christmas Eve. Harry asked you to spend the holiday with him at his place, but you begged him to spend it with you at yours. You said you wanted to spend as much time in your place as you could before it was no longer yours. It tugged at his heartstrings and he folded. You had no idea of the trick up his sleeve anyhow. So the place he presented it to you was of no matter.

“Baby, can you help me with this real fast?” You say from the living room. Harry nearly slices his finger off at you calling him ‘baby’. He still hasn’t stopped thinking about you calling him your ‘sweet boy’ the other day. After hearing both of these names you’ve chosen for him he’s certain he never wants to hear you call him Harry again.

“Y-yeah, of course.” He says setting the knife down and walking over to you. You’re setting up the christmas tree you had tucked away in the closet, but you can't quite reach to set the star on top. “What’s up, pretty? Oh, you’re being vertically challenged, eh?” He teases, taking the star from your grasp and placing it atop the tree. He turns and looks at you and chuckles at the frown etched all over your face.

“Shut up. It’s not like I can help it.” You huff. “Not everyone is a big, tall, pain in the ass of a man.” You say as he inches closer to you, winding his arms around you and pulling you closer with every word that left your lips.

“I know, I’m sooo annoying and such a pain in the ass. I know, baby.” He coos at you, placing a kiss to your forehead. You spin in his hold and take in the state of your christmas tree. “Looks beautiful, my girl. He places another kiss to your temple.

“Does it? Is it good enough to be our first christmas tree?” You ask quietly. Placing your hands over his arms as they lay across your chest.

“You kiddin’? Course it is. You did it, so it's perfect.” He says, making you roll your eyes. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me. It’s true.” One of his hands travels south to pinch your ass, again.

“How would you know I rolled my eyes? You can’t even see my face.”

“Mm, on the contrary, my love. I see your face every time I close my eyes. But I know you rolled your eyes because I know you.” Harry says, spinning you back around in his hold. “Now, come. We have much to do in the kitchen.”

“Harry, I’m not kissing you every 30 seconds because you bought yourself a ‘Kiss the Cook!’ apron.

“No, no. None of that in my kitchen right now. We’ve got a meal to prepare. Now, follow my lead.” He says placing your hands on his hips and guiding you to the kitchen.

Harry had two different gifts to give you, but he had to wait until early Christmas morning to get one of them. He wooed you with a delicious home cooked meal, some wine and another bath that wasn’t so PG rated thanks to said wine, and a good cuddle session before bed.

Harry stirs awake just a little before the sunrise. He eases himself from your hold and sneaks his way into the living room. Looking for the item in question, he places it into the gift box and sets it under the tree with the other presents, and then tiptoes back to your bedroom to lay with you until you wake up. He sets himself back down on your bed and inches his way towards you, careful not to wake you before you’re ready. (He made that mistake before) You stir slightly in your sleep and turn towards him, placing your hand on his chest. He takes the opportunity to take that hand in his and position himself under you so you could rest your head on his chest. He studies your face and takes in how serene you look. How at peace, how happy you look. It makes tears burn at the seams of his eyes, but you begin to move and he wipes them away.

“Too early.” You mumble, pulling your comforter up over your head.

“Ah, but baby, Santa was here and I think he wants you to open your presents.” Harry coos at you, slowly pulling the blanket off of you.

“Santa can fuck off.” You huff.

“Such language. You kiss your man with that mouth?” He quips at you, placing a soft smack to your ass.

“Mm, all the time. Says he loves my filthy mouth.”

“Oh, I do, sweetheart.” He concurs. “But, I do really need you to get up. We’ve got a breakfast to make and presents to open, my sweet girl.” He says placing his arms under your legs, and your back before lifting you from your bed.

“Harry! Stop, I need pants.” You say as he leaves your bedroom.

“Oh, I beg to differ on that one, love.” He says setting you down on the couch.

“It’s cold in here, you horn dog.” You scold him.

“Ah, but I can think of so many things we could do to warm you up that don’t involve pants.”

“Oh my god, down boy. Take your bone and chill.” You say making your way back to your room.

Upon your return, Harry is waiting for you on the couch, quite literally looking like a kid on Christmas. “Come sit with me.” He says holding his hand out to you. Taking your seat next to him, he pulls your legs to rest in his lap before reaching over and grabbing the two gift boxes he has for you.

“Oh, yours is that big box right there.” You point next to the tree. He smiles and grabs the box and places it in front of him. He hands you the first of the two boxes he wants you to open. Pulling the ribbon from the top of the box, you pull the top of the box off and open it to find a singular key. “It’s a key.” You say. “I’m lost.” You laugh out.

“That, my love, is a key to my house.” He deadpans, searching your face for a reaction. “If you want it, of course.” You snap your head to look at him. Tears have formed in your waterline and your lip begins to quiver. “Oh, baby. This wasn’t meant to make you cry. I’m sorry.” He says pulling you into his embrace.

“No, No, it's fine. Really. I’m happy.” You assure him. “I’m so happy.” You say pressing your lips to his. “So, so, so happy.”.

“So you’ll move in with me?” He asks excitedly.

“Of course I will.” You say, grabbing his hand and leaving a kiss on his palm. “I’d love nothing more, baby.”

“You keep calling me that.” He mumbles.

“I’m sorry, do you not like it?”

“No, I don't like it.” He deadpans, making you sweat a little. “I love it. Please keep going.”

“Oh, okay you narcissist. Your turn to open something.” You say lightly pushing him off of you.

“Alright, alright.” He slides the big box closer to him. “I thought I told you I didn't need anything from you.” He says.

“I thought I told you to shut up and open your present.” You scold him

“Okay, down girl.” He muses at you. Harry starts tearing the wrapping paper to get to the present beneath it. He’s met with the words ‘Audio Technica’ and a smile breaks onto his face. “A turntable? You got me a turntable?” He looks to you with adoration in his eyes.

“Yeah, thought you might like to start your own collection since you liked going through mine so much.” You say smiling at him.

“My sweet, sweet girl.” He says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Thank you, baby. I absolutely love it.”

“There was another part to it, but that’s the part that Jackson broke.” You whispered out. “I went back to that record store you took me to on our second date and got you that limited edition Pink Floyd record. I wanted to get you your first record too.”

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. I love this without the record. We can always find another one someday.”

“I guess you’re right.” You huff.

“Course I am. Now, I believe you have one more present to open.” He says handing you the other little gift box. He keeps his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you pull the top off of the box.

“It’s.. my keys?” You say pulling your keys from the box. “What is it with you and keys?” You ask him. He just stares at you with a shit eating grin. “Well?”

“Allow me to explain.” Harry says before his story begins.

The morning of his meeting with Jeff Walker, he’d been determined to change the outcome of this purchase no matter what it took. He was certain things would go in his favor; they always did. It also helped that Walker was a past associate of Harry’s so there was already a mutual respect there.

Walker knocks on Harry’s office door and Ryan lets him in. The men shake hands and proceed to take their respective seats. “Harry, you old dog. I must say, I was surprised to get your meeting request, old friend. How long has it been?” “Too long, Jeff. How’s the wife?” Harry muses from his seat.

“Ah, Janet is lovely. She’s actually in Japan right now, but she is not the reason you wanted this meeting. So, my good man, do enlighten me.

“Nothing gets by you, Jeff. I indeed do need your help.”

“Well, I am all ears. Always willing to help an old friend in need. What can I do for you, Styles?”

“First, let me ask you this, what exactly is your business with Jackson Cole?” Harry asks, fiddling with the pen between his fingers.

“Ah, that boy. He came to me a few weeks ago asking if he could buy a property of mine. Says he wants to delve into the realm of property owning.” Jeff begins, “But at first I wasn’t budging. That was until he offered to pay in cash. So I accepted his offer.”

“See, that’s where my problem is.”

“I’m not following, Harry.”

“Jeff, I met a girl this year and she’s turned out to mean more to me than anyone else on this planet.”

“That doesn’t seem like much of a problem to me.” Jeff laughs from his seat.

“No, that’s not the problem.” Harry chuckles, “The problem is that she used to be in a relationship with Cole. A toxic one; He was horrible to her. And now Cole is planning on using the building he’s purchasing from you to try and ruin her life. Her business is in that building, and he’s told her she’s got a week to get out.”

“Well, the sale isn’t even finalized until next week.” Jeff says from his chair. “And I don’t like the sound of this kid. I’m surprised he’s still here.”

“That’s being handled once we’re done here,” Harry muses, “So there’s time then? To cancel the deal?”

“Indeed, but i quite liked the idea of selling that building, Harry, i can’t even lie to you.”

“I’ll buy it then. I’ll give you what he was going to give you. I’ll even throw in covering the cancellation costs and a stipend for you.”

“You really like this girl, huh, Styles?”

“You have no idea, Jeff. Do we have a deal?” Harry asks, reaching his hand across his desk.

“Of course, old friend.” He grabs Harry’s hand in a firm shake, “Let’s try to not let as much time pass before our next meeting, Harry.”

“Agreed, Jeff. Have a great trip back to the city. I greatly appreciate your time today.”

“I hope you make that girl's day when you tell her.” Jeff says before making his way out. Harry lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. He was certain he’d be able to get what he needed from this meeting, but it still shook him to his core to know that Y/N’s business was on the line. He was willing to do whatever it took, but he was thankful Jeff was so willing to help Harry out. Although it might be because Harry had been Jeff’s biggest donor when he was starting his company. But Jeff would never admit that.

“Are you going to tell Y/N?” Ryan asks from his desk in the corner.

“Soon, yes. First, I need you to get Cole in here. Tell him I’m not asking.”

“Yes, Mr. Styles.” Ryan says before leaving the office in search of Jackson.

“Y-you bought this place?” You ask him, unable to contain your tears anymore. "I thought you said Walker backed out of the deal."

“He did, out of the deal with Jackson and into one with me. It's all yours, Love.”

“Wait. Harry, I don’t know how to be a landlord.”

“Ah, not to worry, love. I’ll take care of all of that. You just worry about making your sweets and running your business. But I still want you to come home to me every night.”

“Harry.” You say. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, baby. You don’t have to say anything at all.” He says cradling you to his chest.

“I just can’t believe someone would do something like this for me.” You say cupping his face with both hands.

He reaches up and grips your wrists lightly and looks into your eyes, “I would do anything for you, my perfect girl.” He kisses you softly. “I love you.. So much.” He says, happy tears streaming down his face as he looks at you with such adoration.

Those words. Those words you’d been so desperate to hear for the longest time, and for someone to mean them? You’re a mess. Harry showed you that it’s okay to get your hopes up, because he’ll max out your expectations every time. You’re sure you’re bawling but can’t seem to care. You’re certain you feel the same. “And I love you so much, my sweet, perfect boy.” You say before kissing him with more fervor than you ever have before. He pulls away and he’s looking at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. “Merry Christmas, Baby.” You say to him.

“Merry Christmas, Love.”

Bonus:

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Styles?” Jackson says as he enters Harry’s office.

“Indeed, son. Have a seat.” Harry motions to the chairs across from his desk. Jackson takes a seat and glances around the room warily.

“Now, I’m going to explain this to you very quickly and carefully, Cole. You are going to walk out of this office, go into the locker room and clear your shit out.” “Wait a sec-” Jackson begins to speak, but Harry’s quicker.

“Silence. I’m speaking.” Harry says, waving his hand. “As I was saying, after you’ve cleared out your locker, there's a plane waiting for you at the airport. Your apartment is in the process of being sold and all your items are being packed at this very moment. The plane will be taking you to Los Angeles where you will join their 53 man roster as a third string quarterback.”

“Third string? What is the meaning of this, sir?”

“I am so glad you asked.” Harry muses. “It seems you can’t leave alone what’s mine. So I'm removing you from the situation in a way that keeps you alive, me out of prison, and my girlfriend's mind at ease.”

“Mr. Styles, with all due respect I’m of more use to you here.”

“Really? A dead last draft pick that cant keep his feet on the ground is of use to me here? How does that make any sense? The same dead last draft pick that fumbled the ball more times than I could count in last year's championship game?”

“Sir, please, I’ll do anyth–”

“Enough. The decision has been made, Cole. You’re free to go. Say goodbye to your teammates and be on your way.” Harry says, making Jackson stand from his seat. “One more thing,” Harry starts before Jackson can leave, “If you ever try to speak to, bother, or even breathe the same air as Y/N again, I will have your career. You’re lucky you still have one. You can thank her for that. She wouldn’t be able to live with it if I’d gotten to do what I actually wanted to. So, count your blessings, boy.” He pauses briefly, taking in the look of anger and desperation all over Jackson’s face. “Have I made myself clear?”

“Y-yes, Mr. Styles.”

a/n 2.0: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR COMING ALONG WITH ME ON THIS JOURNEY!! THANK YOU AGAIN TO MOTHER @freedomfireflies FOR THE ENCOURAGEMENT AND LOVE. I really owe so much to you!! I absolutely adore you 🫶🏻🩵

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congratulations on the 2.7k followers 🎉🎉 you really deserve it^^ you're writing is just so good and amazing i'm so happy more people recognise your talent <3 (also i really like the fact that you opened your requests for 27h it's really a fun way to remember that you got 2.7k followers hhhh)

So i'd like to request, if it's alright with you, yuu staying at crewel's or train's place during the holidays and the messages they exchange with (riddle, ruggie, vil, epel) , just yuu having a long distance relationship with the boys if it makes sense!! you can make it platonic or romantic, I don't mind either as long as you have fun writing it ^-^

thank you in advance and again congratulations, i'm really happy for you! have a nice day <3

❋ It Doesn’t Matter Where I Am, I’m Yours ❋

↳ long-distance relationship with him over the holidays

feat: Riddle ⭑ Ruggie ⭑ Vil ⭑ Epel

genre: fluffy romance

note: no pronouns used with the reader, established relationships, reader is implied to be Yuu since Grim comes with them, reader is staying with Crewel in Riddle and Ruggie’s ver. and with Trein in Vil and Epel’s ver., nicknames are used as terms of endearment (rose and my love in Riddle’s ver., sweet lil thing in Ruggie’s ver., sweet potato in Vil’s ver.,)

How did I choose who reader stays with? With a coin flip and it somehow worked out this way :p Hope you enjoy it!

2.7K Followers Writing Event

Riddle’s mother insisted he returned home and Professor Crewel offered demanded that you stay with him over the holidays after finding out that the cafeteria ghosts would be gone throughout the break.

If you two were still new into the relationship, Riddle was anxious over this separation, he's gotten used to the routine of seeing you every day and he can't imagine a day without you, let alone a month. The sweet redhead insisted you keep in contact with him every day, no matter what.

He knew that his mother would set him a schedule filled to the minute with studies and magic practice but he managed to convince her to give him 30 minutes with his phone, in the guise of keeping updated with his dormmates as the Housewarden. He may even try to wake up a little earlier just to text you good morning

teenage rebellion?

But Riddle is not the most familiar with texting slang and lingo, being the type to write out every message with proper grammar, spelling, and explanation points.

At first, he sounded like, albeit sweet, a daily weather update. Riddle once read in a book that a good conversation starter is “Nice weather we have” and just went with it.

As the days went by, Riddle has gotten more comfortable and soon the 30 minutes doesn’t seem enough for him. He wants to tell you more about his hometown (even if he couldn’t leave his home), mention how Trey and Chenya would occasionally sneak a visit, even little tidbits of something he learned from his studies you might find interesting, anything to spend time with you.

If you send him random videos you found online, Riddle would be so confused and won’t understand the humour of it but will text you it was funny just to make you happy (this precious confused child).

Whenever Riddle unintentionally texts you something sweet, Crewel gives you an exasperated look your way as your joyous gushing would startle the puppies.

But Crewel sighs with a little smile on his lips and let you be, better Riddle than those trouble-making Heartslabyul duo. At least with Grim, his trained dogs can keep him in check while the two of you are here.

Riddle is incredibly happy to be able to speak with you everyday but secretly he’s mentally counting the days when he could see you again at school.

His messages

“Good morning, Rose. Today is forecasted to be windy where you are. Be sure to stay warm”

“The cat is adorable. However, I do not understand what is a “blep”.”

“Grim was reprimanded by Crewel and his dogs for trying to steal extra snacks? Perhaps Heartslabyul should adopt a few as well”

“It’s already 2 minutes before I must get ready for sleep? It’s unfortunate but I must go for today. Good night, my love. I will greet you first thing in the morning”

Ruggie was surprised that you were going to stay with Professor Crewel this holiday break but he was going to be busy with seasonal part-time jobs anyway so he wasn’t planning on visiting you (Crewel would’ve sent his dogs on him if he did, anyway).

Due to his irregular work schedules, you couldn’t predict when Ruggie would text you. Different part-time jobs would give him different break times so you and Grim could be helping Crewel to feed his puppies and suddenly you had to hide the cute text your boyfriend sent you from a suspicious Crewel.

“Pup, who was that?”

“Just Ruggie…don’t look, it’s embarrassing!”

Ruggie may even write over-the-top lovey-dovey messages to you, partly to annoy Crewel, but mostly because he does mean them

But sometimes Ruggie would get too tuckered out to text you and would apologize for not replying as soon as he could the next day.

It’s understandable, though. Which is why you tried to text more to lift his spirits, so that everytime he opens up his messages, he reads your little motivational messages.

“Don’t forget to eat lots, my hardworking hyena! I’m so proud of you <3”

Ruggie’s coworkers won’t get a single explanation to Ruggie’s sudden burst of energy in the second half of the day, nor his wagging tail. But they can guess that is something to do with you, judging by the goofy smile the hyena beastman has on throughout his shift.

His grandmother is very aware of your presence in Ruggie’s life, not that he’s very subtle. She sees the way Ruggie gets a toothy grin so early in the morning just by looking at his phone, or the way his ears perk up when his phone vibrates.

His messages

“Mornin’, sweet lil thing. How’s life with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Grumpy? Shyehehe, wouldn’t be surprised if he gave ya some homework while ya there”

“Grandma made some of her famous donuts. When we come back, I’ll make some for ya so look forward it”

“The kids are badgering me to show ‘em the pic of ya. Even Grandma is curious! She wanna know who’s been making me so happy so…do ya mind?”

“It’s weird. Even with my work and the kids, I still feel kinda bored. I wanna see ya soon. I can’t believe that I might want school to actually open sooner”

Holidays would be a busy time for Vil. Even if he specified that he’s prioritizing his studies, he would occasionally agree to a gig or two, just to ensure he stays relevant in the business.

Funnily enough, Professor Trein offered to house you during the holidays since his wife heard that you were spending the holidays all alone in your depreciated dorm (what’s the difference with any other day, though?) and wouldn’t let that be. Both Trein and Vil live in the Shaftlands but it was still miles away from each other and with Vil’s busy life, you couldn’t really see each other over the break.

Cautious of his situation, Vil is careful with when and where he is when he’s messaging. It’s not that his agency would ever let anybody with ill intentions come close to him, but he doesn’t want to drag into this world where social vultures could harm you.

Vil’s texts are professional but always sweet and filled with concern for you. Asking you how was your day, if you have eaten yet, and if you remembered to take care of yourself (then reprimand you if you did forget).

In the comfort of his home, Vil would video call you as he does his skincare routine, content with listening to you as you tell him about your day and talking about the most random things, because you look so beautiful to him when you do.

If you gush about how amazing the Shaftlands was as Trein and his wife showed you and Grim around, Vil would entertain the thought of showing you around his hometown with you. Just the two of you.

One day, Vil’s father was passing by as the two of you were on your video calls which is when Vil finally introduces you to his father. The older man is pleased to finally meet the one who’s making his son so happy and even excited to return to school. Vil chose not to comment on this.

His messages

“It may not be as cold there as it is here, but be sure to put on your moisturizer. Just because I’m not there to take care of you doesn’t mean you have a day off, sweet potato”

“Oh, you saw my interview this afternoon? Well of course, I was nothing short of pure elegance. But thank you, my dear. I truly appreciate your kind words. Hmm? Of course, I will tell you my next appearance”

“Sweet potato, your eyes seem tired today. Are you alright? You stayed up watching movies? Good grief, I told you how bad that was…you were watching my early works? …That is no excuse, we can watch them together when we return to college”

“Professor Trein told you and Grim that you could visit my town sometime next week? Hmm, I will discuss with my agent and I will show you around myself. Hmm? No, it’s no trouble. What inconsiderate man would think a date with his beloved would be trouble. I will see you soon”

Epel was surprised that you were actually going to be closer than he realized when you told him that you were staying with Professor Trein and his family over the break.

However, Trein’s town still isn’t exactly close and Epel was going to help out his family on the farm throughout the break anyway so the two of you couldn’t meet up as much as you really wanted to.

Texting while he was working outside wasn’t easy with the gloves Epel had to deal with so he opted with taking pictures, voice messages, and video calls whenever he could. He sends you pictures of some of the newly harvested apples and raves over the great harvest this year, which you found absolutely adorable (but you kept that to yourself).

He tried his very best to be sneaky about his calls to you though, because the townspeople would tease him and gush about young love whenever they catch him sending messages on the job.

“Look at my lil’ apple. All grown up an’ smitten”

“Grandma!”

It wasn’t any less embarrassing on your end as Trein’s daughters were also staying during the holidays and quickly caught you on your phone leaving cute messages for Epel. They’ve taken up the older sister role and lovingly grill you over your relationship.

“Does he give you flowers or chocolates? No? Hmph, how disappointing”

“He may be a hard worker, but if he isn’t a gentleman, he’s not husband material!”

The sisters were only a little bit impressed when after you jokingly told Epel about that embarrassing conversation, there was a crate of genuine Harveston apple juice. Atop of the crate, there was a note formally wishing the Trein family well and thanking them for taking care of you.

Epel may have wanted to prove to you he can be a man, but now he also wants to prove he’s a gentleman…and also husband material.

His messages

“Is it cold where ya are? Be sure to get real cozy and warm. Huh, Grim’s been complaining? Haha, Shaftlands chills ain’t no joke”

“The town’s real happy about the harvest this season. Gonna be another year of delicious foods this time around. I really wanna share with ya when we get back to school”

“Do you like the apple juice I sent ya? It’s made with the apples I picked myself, you know. Gotta only be the best for ya afterall”

“Grandma has been naggin’ to bring ya over to visit. To be honest…I want that too. I miss ya a lot”

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wonwooslibrary · 22 days

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svt as boyfriends ♡ chan edition

member: lee chan (dino) x gn! reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, bullet points

word count: 714

summary: channie's boyfriend things <333

warnings: mentions of menstrual cycles & insulting in a loving way

author's note: hello! normally this is where i would be oops i'm getting back into writing but i'll be completely honest this time and say that i am completely falling out of love with it and i genuinely haven't opened a wip in so damn long. if i wasn't so far into this series, I definitely would not have finished it....i want to write more but it just might take me a while to find my love for it once again...thanks for still reading though <3 sorry this is so late, and I hope you enjoy reading!!!

Socially stupid bf <3

If anyone sees you, they will always know that Chan is close behind

Is so madly in love with you and doesn’t know how to live without you

Quality Time

Loves taking you anywhere he goes, including dance practices or shopping

Dinner dates are his thing - he’ll pull off the roses and candles and everything

Constant texts when you can’t be together because of work or visiting family

Such as hey i managed to find that sock that went missing in the laundry last week !! or how long do i put 12 pizza rolls in the microwave for

Loves just being with you when you take part in your hobbies, even if he doesn’t particularly enjoy them himself

Gets worried that you’ll get angry with him because he’s always with you and knows that you need your alone time once in a while

Words of Affirmation

Compliments you through jokes or insults type of boyfriend

You’re all like “I love you,” and he’s like, “You wouldn’t if I was a worm though :(“ and then you roll your eyes because come on, how could someone not love Lee Chan

Always apologizes for things he doesn’t need to apologize for because he doesn’t want to upset you :(((

I don’t think Chan would be a big fan of pet names, to be honest, but if he was, I think they would just be versions of your name :3

Melts into a puddle when you compliment him because !!! you are complimenting him !!!!

Basically he can dish out all the compliments, but the minute you try saying them back, he turns into a literal tomato because he’s embarrassed but also so madly in love

Physical Touch

I think he is secretly one of the biggest cuddle bugs in svt and nobody can change my mind

When he laughs, he always manages to fall into you some way, whether that be resting his head on your shoulder or crumpling into you

Loves holding hands (especially in public) but not in a possessive way, more of a I constantly want to be around you kind of way

And of course you love it because it’s Lee Chan and you love everything about him

On the other hand, there are definitely days that he doesn’t feel confident in himself or that he deserves the love you give him :(((

You know on those days that you need to show your affection and make the first moves yourself,,,he likes loving you, but sometimes he just needs to be shown that he can be loved too

Acts of Service

I’m not going to lie, I struggled a bit with this category, because I feel it’s easier for Chan to say things rather than show it

He’s just not sure whether him making tea for you says “i love you” or “sup bro” and wants to make sure he gets the right message across

Because of this, your relationship took a while to form because both of you cannot take a hint and were so convinced you didn’t like each other

Absolutely loves helping you with literally everything: doing chores, studying, getting ready in the morning, as long as you are there with him, he doesn’t care and will do anything

He doesn’t realize that what he does shows how much he loves you, he just thinks its normal to help you, and vice versa

Sometimes you protest against his help but he’s just a BOY WHO IS IN LOVE let him do what he wants :(

Gift Giving

A huuuge fan of gift giving

Will buy anything that you could ever want or need

Stuffed animals and snacks galore !!!!

If you have menstrual cycles, he would totally be the type of boyfriend to go to the store and buy whatever products you need and surprise you with a bunch of snacks and treats throughout the week

You of course also spoil him to the best of your ability and he loves it, but also always feels bad when you spend money on him in any way

Loves matching and customizable gifts !!! He likes to give you things that can make you laugh and remember a specific moment with him because he thinks it’s cute (and you think it’s sappy and adorable)

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thesith · 2 months

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— You Deserve Better

crosshair x f!reader (friends with benefits) —> hunter x reader

this is a one shot

warnings: 18+, nsfw, PinV, sexual themes, mentions of FwB (friends with benefits), crosshair’s a fuck boy

notes: she/her pronouns. some characters might be slightly ooc (crosshair is an ass…). implied jedi!reader, pre!echo. mentions of reader being used for her body. has not been proofread/edited yet!

“Cross-”

He loved the way his name fell from your lips, the pleasure made evident from his aggressive thrusts and the moans that elicited from his throat. His pace quickened, leaving you more breathless than before.

Those moments spent with Crosshair weren’t rare, as you’d lived together on the Marauder for almost a year now, but they were wordless (save for each other’s names and the occasional “you feel so good”) and otherwise not very emotional. You knew he just saw you as a good and quick fuck, no matter if you wanted it to be more.

Every some-odd days when Crosshair needed to blow off steam, he’d come to you and work it off - everybody on the crew knew about the arrangement and what “refresher” meant in your context, whether it was by overhearing in one of your sessions (ahem, Hunter), trying to use the bathroom while occupied, or, if you’re Wrecker, still being completely clueless as to where the two of you go after particularly rough missions.

You settled in the co-pilot’s seat next to Hunter and placed your face in your hands, “What am I supposed to do? He likes me, he likes me not.”

Your muffled words were understood by Hunter, who subsequently placed a hand on your shoulder, “I think you should just tell him.”

“But does he feel the same?”

Hunter knew the answer, but was hesitant to reveal his findings to you. He heard whenever your heart skipped a beat near him or whether it was that time, yet Crosshair had no tells of being interested in you as more than a friend. “I’m not sure,” was all Hunter could get out before you interrupted him.

“You don’t have to spare my feelings, Hunter. I’ve already prepared myself for the worst - no need to beat around the bush.”

”Then, no. He doesn’t - at least not that I can tell. I’m sorry.”

You didn’t falter at his words like expected, just silently sobbed into your hands with his fingers rubbing shapes on your upper back. “Thank you for being honest, Hunter.”

”If it hurts you this much, why stay?” He questioned, eyeing your hunched form, “He makes you cry, General.”

You took a minute to collect yourself before responding, “I… I think he’ll hate me if I say anything. If I express how I feel, will he even care? I’m just a fuck-toy to him - wherever he wants, whenever he wants.”

“You deserve so much better.”

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

You were back on Coruscant’s ecumenopolis when you heard something unusual coming from Crosshair’s room - it wasn’t an intruder or anything, just noises you’d only heard during explicit holomovies.

“Mmh-! Don’t stop!”

Oh.

The realization came sooner than it left - he was sleeping with someone else. Someone who wasn’t you. You walked away from his door and down the hall before comming Hunter that you’d be coming over. When you arrived he was already waiting by his doorframe.

“What happened, cyar’ika?” Concern filled his words while watching your frame come closer. Your hunched body, your sniffles, your tears. Only one thing had made you cry like this, “Crosshair again?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his toned torso, begging for his comforting embrace. He promptly returned the hug and pulled you into his room, setting you on his bed. Moonlight poured through the window, highlighting your tear-stained cheeks.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes, yeah?” He motioned to your going-out clothes, understanding how uncomfortable they must be. “I should have a set of civvie clothes - they might be large though.”

He handed you a pair of sweatpants along with a t-shirt, “You can shower if you’d like. I don’t have anything like your shampoo, though.”

You expressed your thanks before heading into the washroom, ready to wash yourself off. You started with your hair before trailing down to your body, the scent of Hunter’s body wash taking over your senses.

After you finished your shower and changed, you exited the refresher to be met with Hunter’s unclothed torso. You quickly averted your eyes, “Shit, sorry.”

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” True, but most of the time it’s not in his own quarters, “You can look now, Cyar’ika.”

You sat back on his bed, now more comfortable than before, and looked out the window. Coruscant felt so… huge. You felt like a speck of sand on this planet - the bustling planet-wide city, the speeders racing toward their destination.

“So,” He started while taking in your appearance on his bed, “what happened?”

You set your hand on your thigh, gripping Hunter’s pants - just the thought of Crosshair irritated you. “After I was done at the temple, I went by his room.”

Hunter was confused - how could your endeavors with his brother be bad? “Okay, and?”

“And he was fucking another girl, Hunter.”

He moved to sit next to you and placed an arm around your shoulder, bringing you into his warmth. No words were said by the man, but none needed to be. You just needed comfort, and he was there to provide it.

Some time during the night you fell asleep in Hunter’s embrace, as you were startled awake by his communicator beeping.

“Hunter,” He spoke unhappily, obviously still tired. He wiped the sleep from his face, evidently used to these wake-up calls.

The voice that came from the other line was surprising, “Do you know where our General is?”

Crosshair’s voice held no concern, his silvery voice uncaring over the line. You felt Hunter’s gaze rise to meet you, to which you shook your head. You didn’t want Crosshair to know your location, and you certainly didn’t want to see him.

“No, why would I?” Hunter easily lied into his communicator. There was a click from the other side of the line - Cross’ line was on, he just wasn’t speaking.

“You’re her best friend,” the voice finally came, “She isn’t answering her comm.”

You gave Hunter a knowing look, “Maybe she forgot it on the Marauder? Or maybe she’s meditating?”

“Sure.”

After Hunter placed his communicator on his nightstand, you nestled back into his side to enjoy his warmth. He was a comfortable person to be around (and even more comfortable to cuddle with.) You always found solace in being around him - whether it’s in battle or close quarters, he was a rock for you to ground yourself with.

A knock on the door. There was a knock on the door. Luckily you couldn’t see the bed from the door, so when Hunter opened it to come face-to-face with his brothers they couldn’t see your silent form.

“Are you aware of the General’s whereabouts?” Tech asked, “She is not answering her personal communicator.”

“She might be in trouble!” Wrecker added, concern lacing his voice.

Hunter raked a hand through his bandana-less hair, “She’s fine. Just taking a personal day.”

“So she answers your comms but not mine?” The sniper replied, obviously irritated by your bias toward his brother.

It took all of Hunter’s energy not to scowl at his brother, “Yes.”

“Noted.”

The conversation ended shortly after with his brothers finally leaving, allowing you to get up to stretch. You hadn’t slept that well in awhile - you weren’t sure if it was due to not being on the ship or something else, but it was refreshing.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

The next time you were alone with Crosshair, you didn’t spend it like you normally would.

“So, was she good?”

Probably not the best conversation starter on your end, but Crosshair definitely reacted to it - good.

His eyes narrowed onto you before smirking, “Which one?”

You lost the upper hand and your face faltered - he was trying to get a rise out of you and it worked, much to your dismay. You turned your back to the sniper to calm yourself down. “I don’t think we should do that anymore.”

“Do what, Princess?”

You could feel the arrogance radiating from him, “You know what, asshole.” You took a deep breath before turning to face him again, “I need to do what’s best for me.”

“And getting your guts rearranged isn’t what’s best for you?” The smirk on his face was prominent as he thought of his next words, “your moaning says otherwise, Princess.”

“I cared about you, Crosshair, and you’re treating me like a fucking joke. I thought we were exclusive - I thought you cared for me past just the sex.” You vented your frustrations to him, well-knowing that he wouldn’t care.

He clicked his tongue to the top of his mouth, “You can’t just make assumptions, General.”

“I’m done.” You turned to walk in a different direction before feeling Cross’ hand on your arm, “Let me go, Crosshair. I said that I’m done.”

”I’ll do better. You’re the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

That statement was the absolute last straw with him - you were right, he didn’t care about you past the sex. You yanked your arm away from him and finally took your leave, which somehow ended with being in the cockpit with Hunter.

You didn’t even greet the man before getting into it, “I can’t fucking believe him, Hunter!” You puffed out an angry breath, “He’s such an ass, I don’t know what I see in him.”

Hunter turned to your pacing self, “You like seeing the best in people. Did he not take it well?”

You rolled your eyes, “He told me he’d ‘do better’ because my ‘pussy is the best he’s ever had.’” You could feel Hunter growing angrier at the way you were treated by his brother, “He only ever cared about the sex. I should leave his ass for dead next mission, don’t you think?”

“He’s an idiot, but he’s my brother, General,” he inspected your angry face, “I’m not happy with him right now either, but I wouldn’t leave him for dead.”

You knew how much Hunter cared for his family, so you tempered your frustration. You mumbled an apology and walked out of the cockpit, opting to sit in the unused gunner’s mount. You closed your eyes, opting to meditate as your usual source of venting didn’t exist anymore.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

The next day, you found yourself in the gunner’s mount yet again - this time, not alone.

“Should I go back to him, Wrecker?” You asked the friendly giant, not wanting to bother Hunter with more of your issues. “I just feel so stupid.”

“Go back to who?” He asked, snacking on a rations bar. “You were with someone?”

Your face remained blank as you blinked at him - of course Wrecker didn’t know, he couldn’t read between the lines. “Never mind.”

“When I’m sad, blowing something up always helps!” He tried to console you, though to no avail.

You remained stoic, “Would you like me to blow up the Marauder while in hyperspace, Wrecker?”

“My Lula helps when I can’t blow something up. I’ll go get her.”

You could feel his presence leaving and another coming - Hunter. You opted to stay silent until he spoke, not sure of his reasoning for approaching you.

“Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted that way - you were venting, I know you’d never leave Cross like that.” Hunter sat next to you, shoulder touching yours. “I shouldn’t have listened to your conversation with Wrecker, but you shouldn’t go back to him, General. It’s Crosshair. He’s not going to change, and you’re gonna be left more heartbroken than before.”

“What do you suggest I do then, Sergeant?”

He paused as if contemplating his words before speaking, “Focus on somebody who loves you and feels something for you - somebody who isn’t going to use you for your body.”

You turned to look him in the eyes, a new emotion overcoming them, “Do you know anybody like that, Hunter?”

“Hm, let me think about it.” His face moved closer to yours and placed a hand on the nape of your neck, stopping centimeters before meeting your lips, “If you don’t want this, tell me.”

Your heartbeat quickened as you took the initiative into your own hands, kissing him with the passion you neglected with his brother. You tangled a hand in his hair to deepen the kiss. Hunter groaned into your mouth as his other hand made its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You straddled the Sergeant and bucked your hips, feeling him under his codpiece. You grinded into him, an unsolicited moan coming from your mouth.

He unlatched his lips from yours, panting “Do you want to do this? If I continue I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

You answered him with your lips against his, never thinking once about his silver haired brother.

Maybe Crosshair was just a stand-in for the man you truly wanted - Hunter.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

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ronwestbreeze · 1 year

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shallow waters

pairing: jake sully x fem!na'vi!reader

warnings: fluff and sully family stuff hehe. spoilers if you haven't read part 1

summary: in which you give birth to you and jake's child. part two to shallow end.

word count: 2.2k

author's note: i didn't think i was going to write a part two but here it is! i really love how this turned out and it's a lot sweeter of a final ending than the last one. let me know what you guys think and i hope you enjoy!

part one

“ I don’t mean to be too blunt or harsh and I know this is your thing…but I’m not sure I want you hunting in this condition.”

You raise a brow at your husband as you grab your bow, “I am pregnant, Jakesully. I’m not wounded or helpless.”

He gave you a long look, frowning at the bow that was now in your hands. “I know, baby. But for my peace of mind, would you please? Just sit this one out for today?”

To some extent you understood his worry. The RDA were still around and any day now the baby could come. Your stomach, after many months had passed, had grown significantly. But still, this wasn’t the first time you had been pregnant and this certainly wasn’t the first time you went hunting while pregnant. So why was this day any different?

You adjusted the grip on your bow as you stared at him in confusion. “I don’t understand. I’ve done it before on my own and you were perfectly fine with it back then.”

His face fell when you said this and that only confused you more until you realized what the two of you had been like earlier in your marriage. It wasn’t like you were purposefully bringing it up repeatedly just to make him feel bad, even though some would say you deserve to do that—Neytiri—it was just that you were now used to it.

That relationship, the distance between the two of you, all of it you adapted and adjusted to until you could stand it. Until you could find yourself surviving this marriage in your own way.

But now with Jake, new Jake—no, true Jake, you were left adjusting once more.

“Those were different times back then.” Jake grasped your arm and pulled you closer to him until the hand on your arm snaked down and around your waist. He pressed a long kiss to your temple then leaned his forehead against yours. “I don’t doubt your skills, I just want the two of you safe.” You gave him a look and his lip tugged upward a bit, “With me at least.”

“I won’t be long.” You pressed on stubbornly. Just because you were pregnant did not mean you were rendered useless. And for some odd reason, you were trying to prove yourself. To whom, you didn’t know. “I won’t even go too far this time, I just want to stretch my feet for a bit. I’m tired of being cooped up in here for so long.”

Jake grunted and snuggled his face into your neck, pulling you into a tight embrace, one of his hands resting on your belly. “Is there anything I can say that could convince you to stay here with me?”

You shook your head, fighting back a smile, “You have duties, Jakesully.” He grumbled again into your neck making you giggle. “I will be fine, you can leave me alone just for a little bit, can’t you?”

“No.” He said simply, pressing a kiss into your cheek. “Last thing I want to do is leave you alone.”

A playful groan left your lips as you tried pushing him off but he only wrapped his arms around you tighter, “What will comfort you? We should, how do you say? Compromise! Let me compromise with you!”

Jake pulled away to look you in the eye with an amused smile, “I might consider it, depending on what it is.”

You purse your lips thoughtfully, “I can take someone with me. And in case something does go wrong, that person can go for help or carry me back. There, compromise.”

He frowned but didn’t outright reject it. You could tell he still didn’t like it but was relenting at least a little bit. “Who will you take with you?”

“One of the children perhaps? Kiri?”

“She and Tuk are with Neytiri.”

You nod, “Alright, Spider.”

“He’s training with the other Metkayina children.”

You sigh, “Lo’ak.”

“Neteyam.”

“Jake!”

Your husband crossed his arms, giving you a firm stare. But you would not back down so easily. In fact, your stare was just as firm, just as stubborn, just as stern.

He titled his head, “I thought we were compromising.”

You pout, “You are not being fair.” You jabbed a finger into his chest. “Keep it up and I go alone.”

It was a threat you knew would get what you wanted out of him. Jake relaxed his muscles and sighed, “Fine, how about both of them. Is that fair?”

Knowing this was the best you could get, you nod finally, “Compromise.”

Jake nodded and smiled softly down at you, “Compromise.”

With that settled, you readjusted your grip on your bow and began to leave, only for him to grab your arm once more. You stare at him in confusion and Jake gives you something similar to a pout.

“Kiss goodbye?”

You didn’t mean to look surprised by the request. Yes, you wanted more than anything to kiss your husband. But there was always a hesitance whenever it came to initiating physical touch with him. You were so used to his guardedness, so used to forcing any sudden feelings of wanting to touch and comfort him. Even now, him initiating the affection was all new to you.

You loved it of course. But still, you couldn’t help the way your hands paused, hovering for just a second, before holding his face and pressing a long kiss on his lips. Jake held you close and responded instantly as he always did when it came to kissing you. Usually, ever since your reconciliation, it’d be a lot rougher. Passionate.

Now he held you as if you were the most fragile thing in Pandora.

Both of you pulled away, Jake’s forehead on yours once more, “I want to be better for you. I wish I could take it all back, from the beginning. I wish I could start again and just allow myself to love you. Fully. Shamelessly. I’m sorry it took me so long…”

“Sssh, ssh, none of that now.” You peppered him with kisses at the corners of his mouth. “What matters is the now, not the past.” With one last kiss on his lips, you finally pull away, “Now go, you have distracted me long enough, Jakesully.”

Reluctantly and with some more reassurance, you finally went off to start your hunt. And like you promised your husband, you grabbed Neteyam and Lo’ak who were happy to tag along.

The waters were gorgeous at this time of day and with the months you’ve spent here, you’ve grown used to the aquatic life. And so did the children. Neteyam enjoyed riding his ikran around the most while Lo’ak enjoyed exploring the waters with Tsireya. You were more the latter. You hadn’t grown up around a lot of water when living with your tribe but you did remember your mother always loved swimming and talked about seas like this. How she would spend the entire day swimming with the creatures, especially during her marriage.

Oh how you missed her now.

“Lo’ak! Let’s race!” Neteyam called as he came down on his ikran. He pointed toward the distance, “First one to that rock wins and gets extra hours of training!”

Lo’ak, of course being the twin of your husband, grinned excitedly, “You’ll lose!”

“We’ll see!” Neteyam then grinned at you, “Y/n, watch us!”

“Don’t be reckless.” You chastise while stepping into the shallow waters, leaving your bow on land. “You know how your father gets.”

He rolled his eyes exaggeratingly, “We won’t.”

Minutes later, Lo’ak came back with his ikran and the two of them messed around but didn’t wander too far out of your eye sight. You watched them fondly as you swam in the waters. And for a moment, you wondered what your mother would have thought of the Metkayina clan’s home. There was no doubt she would enjoy living here, possibly consider this place home more than the one she currently lived in.

Damn this war. Damn those humans for tearing you away from your family. Damn them for taking your beloved son. Damn them all for trying to destroy your life.

Suddenly, you gasped and looked down at your stomach which was submerged in water.

“Lo’ak!” You called. Glancing around for the boys, you finally spotted them on the rock they had been racing for and called louder. “Lo’ak! Neteyam!”

Upon hearing your voice, both boys got on their ikran and flew over toward you. Lo’ak got to you first. “Are you okay?”

You try to remain, “Listen carefully, Lo’ak. And I am serious.”

Neteyam frowned worriedly, “What’s wrong, what has happened?”

“Lo’ak, I want you to grab some healers and tell them the baby is coming.” The boys’ eyes widened but before they could say anything you continued quickly. “After that, get your father and Neytiri. Do it in that exact order, understand me?”

“But—”

“Lo’ak, do not talk back! Go!” You didn’t yell, you just used a firmer voice than what you were used to.

And it had been enough for the boy to nod and take off on his ikran in the next second. Neteyam slid into the water with you, “What do you want me to do, y/n?”

You breathed in and out, walking further into the water until it was now up to your chin. “Make sure I’m breathing, okay?”

Neteyam watched you carefully, hovering protectively similar to his father. And then slowly the two of you went underwater. The water wasn’t too cool, in fact it was warm enough to soothe your tense muscles and close your eyes, the tranquility of the water surrounding you, protecting you. This, this reminded you of home.

Births in water were quite common in your tribe. You and your father’s second wife often helped guide women through water births. It was always so beautiful to you, seeing a new life be brought into Pandora. It was better for the baby too. They wouldn’t come out cold but instead in water until they were brought to the surface for their mothers to see them for the first time.

You never understood why your mother loved the water until now.

Neteyam swam around you, watching you closely and making sure, like you had told him, that you were okay. A few times he had made you come up for air because you had gotten eased to near rest.

It wasn’t until you felt a few splashes next to you in your next descent into the waters did you finally awaken to your surroundings again. Now, instead of Neteyam swimming around you underwater, it was Neytiri watching you keenly as the healers appeared in the waters around you.

Seconds after there were strong arms wrapped around you and you instantly melted into them, knowing it was Jake’s embrace.

All of you swam up for air.

Jake’s voice was next to your ear in an instant, “I got you, alright? Be strong for me, baby.”

“You are halfway!” Neytiri says excitedly as she swam to your other side, hugging your arm comfortingly.

The healer had instructed you to start pushing. Neytiri held your hand while Jake held you from behind. Lo’ak and Neteyam were nearby told to stay in case anything went wrong with the birth. Kiri and Tuk had come with Neytiri, Kiri helping the healers while Tuk held your other hand mirroring her mother in an attempt to be comforting.

Neytiri placed a hand on your head as you quietly cried out from another push, “May Mother guide your child.” She spoke in your native tongue. “You are warrior, y/n.”

“We’re almost there.” Jake encouraged you, squeezing your shoulders gently and pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’ve got it, princess, almost there.”

With a few more pushes, your baby had finally arrived.

And it was a beautiful girl.

Kiri and Tuk were excited for another sister. Neteyam and Lo’ak adored her. Even Spider had grown quite attached to the newborn. Neytiri, like what you had done with Neteyam when he was still a baby, took it upon herself to help raise her as if she were her own child.

Eventually, she was given a name. Tua.

Whenever Jake held her, it was as if he was scared. Scared he’d hurt her. Like now, it was just the two of you for a moment. It had been rare that any of you would get a moment alone with each other. Jake and Neytiri would have their moments together. And now you had them with Jake. Begun to have them.

You watched as he held Tua in his arms, even now you could feel his anxiety.

Of course, you understood his fear. This demon, this war with the humans, it was far from over, and the last thing either of you wanted was to lose yet another child over it.

Yes, you had that fear too.

Slowly you reached out only to stop. Damn it. There was still a part of you, even when things were better, getting better, that kept hesitating.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Suddenly, Jake’s larger hand grabbed your hand and placed it against his chest and kept it there. “See? Touch me whenever you want, princess. Please. I won’t bite, promise.”

Your chest fluttered and for the first time in years, you allowed it to. A smile graced your face.

“What have I told you about your promises?”

Jake smiled, squeezing your hand and holding Tua close. “I guess I can’t help it sometimes.” Gently he brought your hand to his lips before saying quietly, “I love you so much.”

Your heart swelled and your smile grew. Seeing this even made his eyes alight with mirth.

“And I love you, Ma’Jakesully.”

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thewritetofreespeech · 13 days

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Tressym can be Fickle

WORDS: 692 RATING: G PAIRING: Gale x Tav SUMMARY: based on a very real arguement between my husband & I on who our cat likes more.

It had been a long, arduous, grueling day at the academy.

Though Gale loved his new role as a professor and educator, teaching the young minds of witches & wizards all across Faerun to harness their magic, induction week was the worst. He felt his life was in less peril fighting the Elder Brain or any of their other enemies & cohorts along the Sword Coast than he was now. Testing the new inductees to file them accordingly to their skill. ‘Skill’ being a very loose word tossed around this week.

He returned home that evening with a heavy sigh through the door, an even heavier thud of his satchel filled with books, and a desperate need to be tended to by his spouse. The whole day had been about soothing the egos, feelings, and on occasion literal wounds of new students that Gale thought he deserved some tending to now.

“Tav?” He called out as he put his cloak away. Usually, they greeted him at the door. Or at least acknowledged him when he came home. Curious, Gale walked through the house to try and find them. His search not long as he came upon Tav in the living room. On the couch by a low fire, with Tara on their lap. “Well….don’t you two look cozy.”

“Hmm, we rather are Mr. Dekarios.” Tara agreed. “Or at least we were, until someone started shouting.”

“Apologies for shouting in my own house.” Gale snipped at Tara. Taking his own plush armchair across from them. “Since when did you become a lap cat? And, before you get too ruffled under the feathers, it’s a figure of speech.”

Tara hummed. Seeming to debate about not letting it go but was perhaps indeed to comfortable to make a fuss. “Very recently I suppose. I never had an interest until now.” The tressym purred with her eyes closed as she tilted her head up towards Tav and her head scratches.

“You never took an interest with me.” Gale said with a deep frown.

“You do not have nails, Mr. Dekarios.”

The wizard growled and stood up. Unable to watch his dearest friend and lover betray him like this in front of his own eyes. It was still early for dinner but he stalked off towards the kitchen to focus his frustrations on what to eat.

A few moments later, Tav came in. Looking confused on why he was so upset. “Sorry.” He apologized quickly. “It’s just been a long day. And I am glad that you and Tara are getting along now. Guess I’m being….overly sensitive at being shut out. Tressym can be fickle, but I’ve never known Tara to change her mind about anyone. Again, not that I’m not pleased you two are getting along. I just never thought I would suddenly be second in her estimation.”

“Suddenly second? Please Mr. Dekarios.” The couple turned to see Tara trot in. Seeming interested in their conversation. “I wouldn’t say that you were suddenly second. Not given my high esteem of your mother. A better estimate is which one of you is second on the day, and who is third.”

“Really Tara? Kick a man while he’s down??”

“But, I’m a reasonable creature. Perhaps my estimations can be over swayed. Perhaps with a bit of chicken? Fried pigeons if you have any?”

“So a creature of reason but not honor, eh?” Gale stated, with a wave of his hand as if he wish to brush away this whole conversation.

Before he could leave, Tav wrapped their arms around his waist. Pulling him close. The smell of their hair in his nose. Something like ‘you’ll always be number 1 to me’ muffled into his chest, which causes him to smile and hold them back.

They tell Gale to go upstairs and relax. Take a bath if he liked, while they made dinner. That sounded heavenly, so he did just that.

When he came back down, he was not amused by the roast chicken on his plate. Nor the grinning little tressym in the corner, licking her chops like she’d just swallowed a canary. Or, perhaps, her bribery chicken.

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Our Love is Enough

Summary: You��re Tengen’s fourth wife. You pass out because you haven’t been eating and Tengen finds out. Furious, he confronts and later, confronts your bullies.

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You woke up with a start. How long have you been asleep? God, you were so behind on your chores. You threw the blanket off you and were about to stand up when a wave of dizziness hit you. You sat back down, holding your head. This headache was still driving you nuts. How could you do your wifely duties while your head hurt?

“Ah, I see you’re awake,”

Damnit, someone needed to put a bell on Shinobu. How long had she been in the room?

“Yes, I am. How long have I been asleep?”

“Asleep?” Shinobu cocked her head. “Y/N, you passed out. You suddenly collapsed while making dinner for your husband and your wives.”

Oh no.

Your dizzy spells had been worsening, but you managed to hide them. When you passed out, you could always tell. Why had this one been so bad? Oh, and Tengen saw it! Tengen probably went ballistic; he was so protective of his wives. Suma was also so sensitive; she hated seeing people she loved hurt. God, this was such a mess.

“Y/N, how long were you planning on not eating?” Shinobu asked.

You didn’t say anything for a second. There was no way Shinobu hadn’t realized what was going on. While she wasn’t the strongest Hashria but she was brilliant. There was no one smarter than her.

“It was only three days,” You managed to answer.

“Oh, that’s fine. You only starved your body of nutrients needed to survive and caused yourself to pass out,” Shinobu’s voice had a bite to it. “Not only did you worry Tengen and your sweet wives, but you didn’t even think of poor little Zenistu.”

Shinobu was good at making your feel guilty. Granted, she was right. Zenistu had found out about you not eating; he heard your stomach rumbling. You explained and begged him not to say anything when he asked why. The secret was probably eating him up inside. Sweet Zenistu had always been so kind to you, partly because he had an obvious crush on you. What a terrible person you were to take advantage of him.

“I—-I—-” Your voice wavered. “I was trying to lose weight so I wouldn’t embarrass Tengen and the others.”

The first tear slid down your face.

“What?” Shinobu asked.

“Look at me!” You shouted. “My body is so unappealing compared to Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru’s. I’m a fat tub of lard who doesn’t deserve four loving spouses! Tengen would be better off without me anyways!”

Tears begin to fall, and you hide your face, sobbing. All you had wanted was to be a beautiful wife to Tengen and your three wives. Now, you had failed. You had failed completely. They would never accept you back. What were you going to do? Where would you live? The idea of them rejecting you was worse than death in your eyes.

Shinbou grabbed your hair and slapped you across the face.

“That is enough! Y/N, I’ll poison you if you ever speak about yourself like this again!” She said. “How could you doubt Tengen’s love? Do you think he’s so cruel?”

“No, but—”

“While I think four wives is too many, there is no doubt in my mind that Tengen adores you,” Shinobu continued. “I remember when he came to me, asking for advice.”

“He came to you? Why?”

“He said it had been long since he courted anyone. He was nervous.”

“Nervous,” You deadpanned. “Tengen Uzui, the god of festivals, was nervous?”

“I know, I can barely believe it myself, but Tengen was enamored with you. And your wives? Oh, they were beside themselves. Didn’t you notice how Suma would always follow you around?”

The memory brought a smile to your face. Before marrying Uzui and your wives, you were a nurse at the Butterfly Mansion. When you met Uzui, you didn’t think much of his flirting. How come could someone like him be interested in a fatty like you? Then, you met Suma, Makio, and Hina. They were each beautiful in their own way, and you weren’t shocked when Tengen revealed he was married to all three of them.

What was shocking was all four of them had taken an interest in you. Suma would show up at the butterfly mansion and just trail after you. Even though she was squeamish around blood and broken bones, she never stopped following after you. Makio had been a bit more awkward, coming off as mean when she interacted with you. Your sweetness had won her over; that she what she told you. Whenever Makio showed up, you always smiled at her no matter what she said.

Hina was much more subtle, but you had caught her blushing a few times. When you asked why, she brushed it off, but eventually, you noticed her staring. You were naive at the time; you hadn’t dated much. Being a bigger woman meant a smaller dating pool. You didn’t pick up on these clues until Tengen came to you with a massive bouquet of flowers. It was filled with some of the most beautiful and unique flowers I had ever seen.

“Oh, those are beautiful, Tengen,” You said with a smile. “Shinobu will love them.”

“These aren’t for Kocho-san,” He said.

“Really? I thought they were a gift to thank you for constantly patching you,” You teased.

“It’s true; she has been a great help in keeping me in tip-top shape,” Tengen said. “But these are you for.”

That made you freeze. Was this a joke? No one had ever given you flowers. Well, your father had, but that didn’t count. You looked at him, searching for a bit of malice in his smile. No, that smile was genuine. Tengen wasn’t a person to lie; he was always honest about his desires.

“For me?” You looked at the flowers. “But wouldn’t this be something you give to some you want to court?”

“Oh, so you’re finally catching on,” Tengen handed you the flowers. “Y/N, my wives have been begging me to ask you a crucial question. It’s not a question I ask just anyone. Y/N, would you allow us the honor of courting you?”

The world had gone still at that moment. You were speechless for an eternity before you squeaked out a small ‘yes.’

“Wait, did you suggest the bouquet he gave me?” You asked Shinobu.

“I did,” Shinobu giggled. “He didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked, so he decided to get that big one, full of different ones. He was nervous even then. I had to push him into the mansion to get him going.”

This news was shocking. Tengen was the most confident man you knew. No one could even come close to Tengen’s bravado. He saw himself as a god and declared he was flashy constantly. But he had been nervous about courting you? That seemed impossible. It drove people crazy, but you personally found it charming. You wished you had at least a fraction of his confidence.

Your conversation was interrupted when the door flew open. There stood your husband, panting and slightly sweaty. Oh, you were in for it. He was going to be so mad at you. He made his way toward your bed and then grabbed your face.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Um—yes?”

“There are no bruises from the fall? Did you hit your head? What about a fracture?” He turned to Shinobu. “I want you to run as many tests as you can. What if she contracted a deadly disease?”

“Um–Tengen?”

“When she fell, she fell hard! Was there any bleeding?”

“Tengen?”

“Do we need to contact any other doctors?”

“TENGEN!” You managed to shout. “Tengen, I’m fine. I just passed out.”

“Yes, because you weren’t eating,” Tengen said.

Great, he knew. Zenistu had probably told him. You winced as he gave you what was known as the ‘Husband Stare.’ He was angry.

“It’s no big deal, I just—-”

“No big deal?” Tengen repeated. “No big deal? No big deal!? You PASSED OUT! You could have been injured when you fell!”

“But I wasn’t,” You tried to interrupt.

“And do you know what starving yourself does? That is not flashy! It thins out your hair, and your complexion becomes dull. I will not allow it!”

“I just–I was trying to lose weight. I thought it’d be faster this way,” You admitted. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed by me.”

“Embarrassed? Why would I be embarrassed by you?”

“Tengen, you’re so muscular and toned, while our wives have perfect waists. All of you are so perfect, and then there is me. I’m not even close to being on your level.”

“Who says?” Tengen asked. “Wait, were those assholes in town?”

“I—wait, you know?”

“Of course, I know. The blonde hair wimp told me. He was worried about you and used his hearing to figure out someone in town had been harassing you. Beloved, I don’t care what others think. It’s their fault for not seeing how brilliant and flashy you are. I’m also hurt. Do you think I’d leave you just because you’re not skinny?”

“Tengen,” You sniffled. “I—I’m sorry, I just got scared. You’re the best thing to happen to me, and I love our wives too. I’m just always afraid of losing this wonderful life.”

“Why?” Tengen asked, caressing your face. “Suma, Hina and Makio love you. I love you. Can’t our love be enough? The rest of the world can be stupid and not see your greatness, but you never have to worry about our love.”

“Oh, Tengen!” You hugged him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean you scare you or our wives. I love you all so much!”

“Please, don’t starve yourself to fit in. You don’t have to,” Tengen squeezed you. “Let’s go home.”

“Wait,” You looked over at Shinobu. “Shinobu, I want to thank you. Not just for your help but for talking to me.”

“You’re welcome. Normally, I’d recommend you stay in bed, but I have a feeling Uzui won’t listen to me,” Shinobu sighed.

“You’d be right,” Uzui said.

Uzui picked you up effortlessly. You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I can walk!” You protested.

“The girls don’t want to be away from her,” Uzui continued. “Thank you for your help Kocho!”

“Tengen, I can walk!” You said again.

“Walking is for those who are unflashy,” He said, carrying you out of the mansion.

“Y/N, YOU’RE OKAY!”

Suma started bawling upon seeing you. The entire way back home, Uzui refused to put you down. When you entered the house, the wives all came running to greet you. Tengen put you down, and immediately, you were swarmed by the three women.

“I thought you were going to die!” Suma wailed. “You passed out, and it was so scary!”

“Stop smothering her; you’ll get snot all over her!” Makio said. “Y/N, don’t you ever do that to us again! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry, Makio, Suma,” You said. “I wasn’t thinking.”

Your stomach growled loudly, interrupting the sweet moment.

“I had a feeling you’d be hungry,” Hinatsuru chuckled. “We prepared a special dinner.”

“Would there be any tempura?” You asked, hopefully.

“Of course,” Hinatsuru said.

“Yes! I love your cooking, Hina!” You hugged her.

“Hey, where is my hug?” Suma asked.

Tengen smiled as he watched his happy wives. It was chaos, but god, did he love it. People usually enjoyed silence and stillness but not Tengen. He wanted his house to be loud, filled with laughter and love. As the girls ushered Y/N into the dining room, Tengen slipped away. He was going to join them, but he had something else he needed to attend to.

Quietly as he could, he took off towards town. He reached the local bar; outside stood Zenistu.

“Are they in there?” Tengen asked.

“Yes,” Zenistu said through gritted teeth. “Once you’re done with me, I want to a turn! Those slimeballs insult Miss Y/N’s beauty! They’re going to pay.”

Tengen chuckled; Zenistu was many things, but he didn’t take people disrespecting women. It was flashy. Zenistu entered the bar and pointed towards a rowdy group sitting at a table. Tengen nodded as he marched towards them. He stopped before the group, waiting for them to notice him. A sloppily, dull man with greasy hair looked at him, unimpressed. It took them a minute.

“Can we help you?” One of them asked.

Tengen responded with a hand around the man’s neck. Without breaking a sweat, he threw the offender over an empty table. It shattered, and bar patrons took notice. The man gasped for air but had little time to breathe as Tengen picked him up by the feet.

“Daichi!” Someone yelled. “Hey, put him down!”

Tengen turned to look at the rest of the group. The rest of them froze as he gave them a cold, heartless stare. These were the people who harassed his wife; they had no rights. He dropped Daichi and strode over to the table.

“Which one of you said it?” He asked his voice low.

“S-said what?” One of them gulped.

“Which one of you called my wife a cow?” He asked. “Don’t act like you don’t know. Y/N Uzui, she comes to town frequently, and I was told that you unflashy lot are the ones who demeaned her. So who said it?”

The rest of the table was silent, giving each other glances. Tengen’s patience was wearing thin. He took his blades on and stabbed the table.

“It was Shouji!” Daichi managed, pointing at a man in a green kimono. “He was the one who started it! He even said she looked like a whale!”

“It’s true! He even oinked at her like a pig!” Another added.

“Seriously?” Shouji said. “Okay, so I called the fatty a cow! So—”

Tengen grabbed Shouji by the neck. Shouji started gagging, but Tengen didn’t let go. Instead, he left the bar with Shouji in hand. He passed by Zenistu and merely nodded. The yellow-haired boy returned the nod and ran into the bar. He could hear the young boy screaming up a storm, defending Y/N. Shouji kept trying to breathe, but Tengen ignored him.

Using his training, he jumped up into the air and landed on a building. No, it wasn’t high enough. Looking around, he saw a tower. Ah, that was perfect. He ran towards it, never releasing his grip. Tengen jumped up and ran up the building when he got close enough. When he reached the top, he held Shouji over the edge.

“Please, please don’t drop me!” He begged.

“Oh, I’m not going to drop you,” Tengen said with a twisted grin. “But you are going to suffer. I’m also going to make something clear. Don’t you ever interact with my wife again? Don’t look at her, don’t think about her, don’t even mention her name. Got it?”

Shouji nodded. Tengen brought him away from the edge and set him down. He got a kunai and held it against the other man’s throat.

“Get undressed, now,”

Shouji complied. Once he was down to his underwear, Tengen threw rope toward the man.

“Tie your arms up,” He said. “Hurry it up.”

Once again, Shouji obeyed. Once he was tied, Tengen grabbed the rest of the rope. He tied it firmly to the railing and then grabbed Shouji. Shouji started to beg for mercy, but it fell on deaf ears. Tengen tossed Shouji over the edge and watched as the man wailed. He hung there, naked and terrified. Tengen felt satisfied and decided to head back to his wives.

“Wow, you even made ramen? Just for me?” Y/N said.

“Of course! I even added extra pork,” Hinasturu said.

“Hina, you’re the best!” Y/N said.

“Hey, what about us? We helped you know,” Makio grumbled, crossing her arms.

Y/N laughed and gave Makio a kiss on the cheek. Makio tried to hide her face, but she was apparently smiling.

“I want a kiss too!” Suma pouted. “I was the one who made the dango!”

“There is dango for dessert? Hooray!”

Y/N pulled Suma forward and showered her with kisses.

“Hey, no fair!” Makio said.

Tengen managed to sneak back into the kitchen without his wife noticing. He laughed heartily, seeing Makio and Suma fighting over Y/N’s affections. Y/N noticed Tengen, and she got up to run to him.

“You’ll miss out if you don’t come and sit! If you don’t, I’ll eat all of it!” Y/N teased.

“Now this?” Tengen tickled her chin. “This is what I like to see. I like to see my Y/N happy and silly like she normally is. No more starving yourself?”

“Nope!” She said. “Now come on, sit down!”

Tengen sat down with his wives. He smiled as he looked down at his spouse. Y/N was feeding Suma a dumpling while Hinastru cleaned something off Makio’s face. Makio was blushing, trying to avoid Hina’s look. This was his perfect little family; he’d do anything to protect them.

#Rooty Writes #Demon Slayer #Demon Slayer: Kimestu no Yaiba #Uzui Tengen #Uzui Tengen x Reader #Suma Uzui #Makio Uzui #Hinatsuru Uzui #Uzui Tengen x Suma x Makio x Hinatsuru #polyamory

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starsandhughes · 6 months

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Penalty Box Series— Trevor Zegras Edition (Seven)

23-24 Season Masterlist

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OCTOBER 30, 2023

i’m still so behind i’m sorry!

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yourusername welcome to my postgame penalty box update show: birds v birds edition!

tonight, z's trip to the sin bin wasn't all on him this time! the past few times trevy sat for a team penalty like too many men, he took his own penalty later (i think that if he steps near the box, he gets cursed by it and must commit a crime to return home) but this time, he didn't! sitting for the unsuccessful challenge doesn't effect his minutes, but it effects them in my heart <3

you know who did get a penalty?! COACHY CRO! HE GOT AN UNSPORTSMANLIKE MINOR, A GAME MISCONDUCT, AND HE GOT EJECTED FROM THE REST OF THE GAME! he truly is a duck🧡

i’m so proud of my boys for winning 4-3 against crosby & co. tonight! special shoutout to my fav curly headed freak, tavi, for scoring straight out of prison!! you were wildin' bestie! so proud! i love you!

and z, my heart, my soul, my first real love, my fiancé, and the father to our future twins— i love you, always🧡 you're doing amazing! try to get a point soon!

p.s. i was screaming when coachy cro grabbed z's shoulder and his hand immediately went up to assist him if needed! my baby is such a gentleman!

p.s.s. LEGALLY, trevor is at FOUR GAMES WITHOUT A PENALTY! it just doesn't feel like it! that's my man!

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user63 dallas: *wanted z to cut back on his minutes* cronin: *sends z to the box every chance he gets*

_quinnhughes my longest streak was six games so HA

trevorzegras and right now you're at one so HA

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shiggyscumrag · 1 year

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Puff Puff Pass

[Getting high with Brett and then fucking the shit out of him!! CONTENT WARNINGS: oral (male receiving), vaginal sex, cursing, praise, drug use: weed]

Let’s just say he had a pretty fucking stressful day at cognito and just wanted to get home to you. The gang asked if he wanted to go for drinks, and he almost gives in when you step in.

“Actually Brett and I were planning on spending the night together at home.” You speak up wrapping your body around his arm. Looking down at you, looking back at them, then back at you again not knowing what to do. Brett is a yes man and can’t say no to anyone, especially not the people he loves most in the world! The love of his life v.s. His work family! Before anyone can speak up you squeeze his arm and say “Have fun guys!” Brett slowly starts being pulled away after you start walking towards the exit. He speaks up as the office door is closing on him.

“Can’t say no the wife gang, I’ll drink with you guys later!” He gives a wave and the door barely misses his nose almost pinching it shut. He then turns to you “I didn’t know we had plans to stay in tonight?” He felt bad for not remembering you saying anything about a date night.

“Well you looked stressed this past week and haven’t been getting the best sleep so I thought you could use a night in.” You say squeezing his arm slightly. He loved the sentiment truly, he was also relieved he didn’t forget a date night. He would’ve felt terrible. You don’t deserve a man who doesn’t remember a simple date night. You could do so much better-

“I got some weed so that you could really relax. I was thinking we could just smoke, cuddle and watch a movie. Sound good to you?” You spoke interrupting his thoughts. You were always good at stopping his over thinking, even if you didn’t know it.

“That sounds really nice actually.” He smiles getting into the car. Once you’re back at your shared apartment you decide it would probably be good to get some food. When Brett goes to start making food you stop him.

“Hey hey mister, this is a lazy night so you’re not cooking and I’m not either. I thought we could order in dinner and some snacks since we’re gonna be soaring in the clouds here soon.” You chuckle, hands still placed on his chest from trying to stop him from entering the kitchen.

“I guess that would be pretty nice. We have been cooking a lot lately so we could afford to splurge. Ah what am I saying let’s do it!” He screams as he launches his arms in the air. It looks like he’s doing a victory pose.

“Perfect, I’ll order and it will be a surprise because I know you love surprises.” You say pulling out your phone ready to order.

“I do love surprises. What movie do you wanna watch while we wait?” He asks moving to grab the roommate off the mantle.

“Whatever you would like babe. I just want to spend time with you, plus I’ll probably be to busy starring at your handsome face.” You smile “And you know rolling the joint but mostly your handsome face.” You add shrugging your shoulders. He gives you a chuckle and a kiss on the cheek once he’s settled on the couch. While you sit there doing your thing he scrolls through Netflix trying to find the perfect thing to watch. Scrolling and scrolling and scrolling till her finds it, the perfect movie of all time… Shrek 2! You snicker at his choice and continue to pack the joint full, slowly and meticulously rolling it into the perfect shape. You grab the lighter and watch as the end ignites, taking a deep draw you let the smoke fill your lungs before you exhale right into Brett’s face. That definitely pulled his attention from the movie.

“It’s all ready babe!” You say with a grin wide across your face. You look excited, eager for him to take a hit.

“Thanks!” You pass him the joint and he places it to his perfectly plump lips. You see his lips purse a bit while inhaling the smoke. He immediately starts coughing, face red and eyes teary. You grab the joint from his hands and quickly put it in the ash tray. You grab the bottle of water sitting on your end table and hand it to him telling him to take a sip. He follows your instructions immediately and practically inhales the whole bottle in one gulp. Your astonished at how he does it before he starts coughing again pulling back to reality. You pat his back slightly and rub it while he calms down, the coughs slowly dying out.

“Are you okay? Can you breathe alright? Do you need more water?” Questions are flying from your mouth panicking that you might have just killed your boyfriends perfect lungs.

“No no I’m alright, just burned a little.” He choked out through strained coughs. You watch as few tears fall down his puffed up cheeks. You kiss them as it’s the only way you can think it would make him feel better.

“We can stop, I think that’ll be best since it clearly hurt you.” You say beginning to put out the joint. He immediately grabs for your hands gripping your wrist.

“You don’t have too! I just won’t smoke, which is no big deal to me.” He says eyes wide with a slight look of hurt sprawled on his face.

“Brett it was meant to be for you, not me, so I don’t want to make you feel left out if I’m the only one smoking. That’s just not fair to you.” You explain turning to hold his hands.

“No please don’t stop just cause I can’t. This was for us to enjoy not just me. Plus, I like watching you smoke it’s really hot.” He protests, his cheeks growing red again at the confession.

“Okay.” Is all could squeak out and you pinched your thighs tighter together. A swirl of nervous and excited energy burn in your stomach. You pick the joint up out of the ash tray and once again put it between your lips. You take a quick drawl and then another longer turning to Brett and slowly letting it out to engulf his face. Once you’re done you see him lean forward while looking down and your lips and back up to your eyes. You meet him the rest of the way and press your lips against his. He pulls away after a second kiss and whispers

“Could you kiss me with the smoke in your mouth?” You can see the contact high starting to hit him, red haze in his lidded eyes. You scan his face determined to memorize every inch of it in its current dazed expression. You nod your head giving him a quick peck to his lips before beginning to take another hit. Holding it in you lean forward and capture his lips in a deep kiss. Pushing smoke into his mouth between the fight of your tongues. You feel his hands find their way to your hips, giving them a slight squeeze when he finds the perfect spot. You part your lips slightly out of breath and quickly set the joint down in the ashtray in desperate need to find his lips again. He pulls you on top of him now straddling his legs. Your hands reach up and find refuge in his Carmel locks. His hands are gripping deep into your hips when he pushes you down onto his hips beginning to grind yours to his. You pull away panting as you look down and let out a small moan. You can’t miss the way you hear him groan as you start grinding harder against his hard on. You pull away cupping his cheeks as you stare deeply into his brown eyes.

“I want to fuck the shit out of you.” A small grin on your face as the words leave your mouth, but Brett can’t miss the look of desperation in your eyes.

“I wouldn’t want anything more.” He says as he reaches to take your top off. He stares at your newly exposed skin, still warm from the hoodie you just wore. He starts at your left shoulder slowly kissing his way down your collarbones to your right shoulder. Then moving up to place a deep kiss on the pulse point on the side of your neck. A breathy moan slips from your lips as you grip his shoulders. He pulls and captures your lips and he goes to unclasp your bra. You pull down on his shirt, urging him to take it off. After pulling of your bra he reaches down and pulls of his shirt. You almost start drooling while staring down as his juicy pecs and toned abs. You start kissing and leaving hickies across his chest. Your hands make their way down to his sweatpants pulling down the waste band and feeling that he has no boxers on. You looked down eyes wide and mouth dropped. Maybe the high was kicking in because you feel sober people don’t get this shocked when they see their boyfriend not wearing underwear under his grey sweatpants. It’s kinda expected. None the less he notices your expression and let’s out a chuckle.

“Sweatpants just feel most comfy this way.” He leans forward starting to kiss you again while tugging at your pajama pants. You pull back standing up and pulling down your pants and underwear in one clean sweep. Stepping out of your pants you quickly fall to your knees and start pulling down his sweats. He lifts his lap allowing you to strip him of his pants as you begin to kiss his shaft. You leave a kiss with a small lick to his tip that makes a small hiss leave his lips. bars.

You lick a long strip up his shaft before beginning to hollow your cheeks and suck him off. You would like to say you had some patience but when it comes to sucking his cock you are anything but patient. You push yourself as far down on his cock as you could bobbing your head fast and sucking hard. You feel his hips buck as you suck particularly hard near his tip. You then see him shiver and let out a whimper as you pull his cock and start sucking a vein on the underside of his shaft. Going back to give his tip more attention you begin to bobbing your head up and down again. He couldn’t help himself and held your head down on his cock when you neared his base. A loud groan leaving his mouth as he bucks further into your mouth. You glance up at his face and see his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched shut. After a minute he pulled you off his cock and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. He lifts you off your knees from in front of him and pulls you into his lap again.

“I’m sorry babe I can’t wait any longer.” You respond with only a moan as you feel him drag his cock through your folds and slowly circle your wet hole. “You alright?” You can only nod and he takes it as encouraging and starts pushing in. You feel the drag of his vein against your walls, it makes you toes curl in pleasure. Your hands dig into his shoulders and you press your face into the side of his neck, a whimper escaping you as he bottoms out. “Oh fuck, you feel so good. So wet for me.” Brett knew just the right words to get you going. Before he could even say anything else you began to bounce on his lap. His hands find your hips fast and grasp tightly as a moan breaks from his throat. A shocked filled moan might I add. He guides you up and down his cock, staying a nice steady pace, hard and deep. You bounce and bounce till you feel your legs beginning to burn. You let out a whine and fall down onto his lap with tears burning in your eyes.

“Brett, my legs hurt. Please fuck me.” You hold onto the sides of his face looking deep in his eyes.

Kissing the underneath of your jaw he begins to thrust up into you. “I got you baby. You did so well. Such a pretty girl, my beautiful girl.” His thrusts are hitting deeper than before, you feel a pressure building in your stomach. It feels like a fire is burning your skin from the blush that has taken over your body. Brett’s praise mixed with the way his cock drives you crazy is making you go feral. You begin to suck hickies into his neck as you run your hands through his hair. Your beginning to over stimulate him causing sinfully loud moans to come out of him. Gripping onto your hips with a bruising strength he begins to babble out incoherent words.

“Baby- fuck holy shit. You feel- oh fuck- so fucking good. I’m gonna cum soon.” You pull away from his neck to look at his beautifully blissed out face and kiss him hard.

Pulling away you tell him “Cum inside me.” That sentence alone was enough to throw Brett right over the edge. With his hips stuttering you feel hot ropes of cum seeping into your walls as a loud moan comes out of him. You continue to grind into him to fuck him through his high. He then suddenly pulls you off of him and throws you down on the couch quickly getting between your thighs. Before you knew it his face was buried in your cunt eating you out like a man starved. His tongue went deep into your hole sucking his and your cum from your cunt as he then started to give your clit the attention it deserved. Circling your clit with his tongue he inserted his middle and ring finger into you hitting your g spot with every thrust he gave. Your head rolled back as the pleasure built up in your stomach, it felt like a million butterflies flying around your stomach. The heat on your chest begins to build as your hands dig and pull at Brett’s hair, the overstimulation taking over. One particularly hard thrusts of his fingers sent you hurling over the edge as you screamed out his name as you came all over his mouth and fingers. Shaking he rode you through your high and pulled out his fingers placing them in your mouth to lick them clean. You immediately complied and you could see his cock twitch when your tongue wrapped around his fingers. Once you were done and let his fingers go with a pop he gave you a deep passionate sloppy kiss. Spit and cum mixing in both of your mouths.

Pulling away he spoke up “This is a lot better than drinks.” You couldn’t help hit giggle and sit up giving him another kiss. Just as you pulled away you heard the doorbell ring. Your food must be here. “Talk about perfect timing.” Brett quickly stood up and put his sweatpants back on running to the door to grab the food. You hysterically laughed at his enthusiasm and simultaneously fell in love with him all over again.

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lionlena · 10 months

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Unforgivable mistake (JoelMillerxreader) Part 7

Summary: Reader is much younger than Joel and is in love with him. One night, after arguing with Tess and getting drunk, Joel spends the night with a reader, but in the morning he breaks her heart… She runs away from Boston hoping that she will never meet this cold bastard again in her life. But almost six years later, she unexpectedly sees Joel in Jackson. She decides to hide herself and her little secret from this asshole.

Warnings: age gap (reader is about 28 years, Joel 58), strong language, swearing, past trauma, bullying, attempted rape, memories of sexual abuse, unprotect p in v, dom!Joel, Joel is asshole, ANGST, hurt, sadness and heartbreaking, sexual harassment, women abuse, violence, injury, sickness.

Part 7

"Are you serious?!"

Joel stared at you with surprised eyes. You bit your lip and nodded, and he smiled, though he still looked unsure.

"But why? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd love to, but you made it very clear a few weeks ago."

You sighed heavily and looked around the meadow you were standing on. You asked Joel to speak privately with you, to let him know that you've made the decision to tell Teddy who his dad is. It's been a week since your accident and the whole time you thought about how upset your son was.

"I know what I said," you finally spoke. "But it's been a while and... I see you've changed and how Teddy has become very attached to you and... He needs to know that he has someone else besides me."

Joel looked at you carefully and frowned. "What do you mean?"

"The accident at the stables made me realize that Teddy needs to know that if he loses me he will have another parent."

You saw Joel immediately tense up. He seemed nervous. "Don't say that. You'll be fine. I won't let something happen to you."

You smiled slightly. It was nice that he wanted to protect you from everything and at the same time naive that he believed it. You calmly replied, "You can't know that. You don't control the whole world. I might just get sick, choke... Or get struck by lightning and..." You swallowed. "Same goes for you. Something could happen to you too, and Teddy deserves to get to know his dad while he's still alive." You saw that your last words went to him, but you decided to convince him even more. "Besides, let's face it. Half the town already knows something. You want Teddy to find out from someone like Barbara?"

Joel winced and hissed, "No."

"Right, then let's do it. First, we'll go to the town hall, to have you sign the Birth Register." Seeing his surprised expression, you added: "Yes, we have something like that here. We don't live in the Middle Ages."

"Okay, but you want it to be like this... You know, official?"

You looked at him slightly annoyed. "Do you want to be his father or not?"

"Of course I do. I'm his dad, I always will be... I mean you can't take it back and I don't want to force you to do anything."

"I already told you. If something happens to me, I want you to take care of him without any problems."

He winced and looked at you with those sad puppy eyes. "Please stop repeating that."

"I'm not saying anything will happen to me. It's just a precaution. Come on."

You were sure of your decision, but not everyone agreed with you. Maria looked at you like you were crazy.

"Are you sure?"

"For the second time, yes I am."

Maria rolled her eyes and glanced at Joel, who was trying to stand aside. You sensed his anger, but you knew that because of the woman's pregnancy, he was trying not to upset her.

"You know what kind of man he is. Your decision will change your son's life. Possibly for the worse."

"What are you saying?!" You felt your blood boil. You always respected and liked Marie, but it wasn't just about Joel, it was about your son. "Are you suggesting I'm a bad mother?!"

Joel gently grabbed your hand. You looked at him and saw that he was confused.

"Let's leave it at that. Maybe she's right."

Oh no, you weren't going to let it go. He didn't want to argue with his brother's wife, so he couldn't defend himself, but you weren't so reluctant.

"No, she's not right. She doesn't see what kind of dad you are." You looked at Maria. "I remind you that Joel and your husband are brothers and they share the same blood. Tommy traveled with Joel and probably did the same things as him." You looked at the man. "Yes?" Joel nodded slightly and you smiled in satisfaction and added, "I know what's best for my son. Just like you will know what's best for your child."

Maria looked at you with an unreadable expression on her face. You didn't know if she was angry, but she finally brought the Birth Book and handed it to Joel. You noticed how his eyes lit up when he saw your son's name. But before writing his name in the 'father' box, he looked at you. He don't signed that until you nodded your head.

"Alright," you said happily. "Now it's time for Teddy."

Before entering your house, Joel began to have doubts again.

"Wait," he murmured.

You looked at him and want to laugh. Who would have thought that rough, tough Joel Miller could be so insecure at times?

"What happened?"

"What if he starts asking questions?"

You rolled your eyes. "What questions? Joel, he's a baby. He won't ask us how we conceived him."

"I know," he murmured. "But he may ask why I wasn't all this time?"

You shrugged. "Simple. I left Boston and I lost you and you didn't know where I was."

"Okay, what if..."

"Joel!" You cut him off and grabbed his shoulders. It was funny how more and more often you unknowingly crossed that line and gave him a touch. "If he asks a really hard question, leave the answers to me. Okay?"

He nodded and you finally entered the house. As soon as Teddy saw you, he ran towards you two.

"Mommy, Joel!"

You took him in your arms and kissed him on the cheek. "Hi, honey."

The baby boy giggled and hugged you, but after a moment he extended his hands towards Joel.

"Hey, 'bear cub'." Joel took him from you.

Ellie, who was watching you with a smile, said: "Now that you're here, I'm leaving. I promised to help Dina with the sheep."

"Dina, huh?" Joel spoke up and winked at the girl, who blushed slightly.

You tapped him lightly on the shoulder and made him understand not to tease the teenage girl.

"Come back for dinner," you said.

You didn't even think about the fact that you've been having meals together as a family.

Ellie nodded and ran out of the house, and you looked at your son.

"Teddy, we need to talk."

The boy tilted his head slightly and asked, "Have I been naughty?"

Joel spoke first. "No. You haven't done anything wrong 'bear cub'. Mom and I just want to tell you something."

"Something cool," you added.

This immediately brought a smile to his little face and made him squirm uneasily in Joel's arms.

You sat next to your little one on the couch, and Joel knelt across from the boy. The little one was getting impatient, so you decided to get it over with quickly, like ripping off a band-aid.

"Honey, we have something important to tell you. So, Joel is your dad."

The little one jumped up a little and looked at you with his big brown eyes.

"The real one?" You nodded your head and he turned his attention to Dad. "Really?"

"Yes, son," Joel croaked.

You saw how hard it was for him to say the words because his throat was choked with emotion. Meanwhile, your son was happily swinging his legs and smiling broadly. Sometimes you saw how enviously he looked at the boys whose fathers took them on horseback trips. There was nothing You could do about it then.

"And can I call you 'daddy'?"

Joel's eyes glazed over slightly. He bit his lip and nodded.

"Even when we are around other people?"

"Yes, son..." he choked out, and the little one pounced on him with a squeal of joy.

Joel hugged him tight and you noticed a single tear rolling down his cheek. You put your hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly to reassure him. Meanwhile, your son stepped back and frowned. And you knew questions were coming.

"Why didn't I know before?

You pulled the little one back on the couch and said, "Because I wanted you to meet Joel and like him first."

"Oh... I already like him," he said happily, then found another question. "Why weren't you with us before?"

To your surprise, Joel decided to answer himself. "Because I let your mom go on a trip with Aunt Claudia and I lost her... And I couldn't find her for a long time."

"But now that you've found us, why don't we all live together? Like Mummy Bear and Daddy Bear and Two Baby Bears in my book?" he asked sadly.

You stroked your son's brown curls. Joel decided to answer again. For someone who wanted so much to avoid childish questions, he was doing very well.

"Not all mums and dads live together," he said calmly and grabbed the boy's hands. "It's only in fairy tales that it's so easy. Sometimes adults have different problems, but hey, don't be sad. After all, we live so close to each other and see each other so often, and now we will even meet even more often."

Teddy seemed comforted. "Shall we ride on a trip to the dam together?"

Joel smiled. "Sure, but only if mom agrees."

You knew in advance that you were in a loss position when two pairs, of puppy eyes, looked at you.

"Mommy can I?"

You smiled and nodded your head. Teddy stood on the couch and started jumping happily. You and Joel smiled at each other.

In the days that followed, Teddy's behavior only reassured you that you had made the right decision. The boy was so happy and nonstop told that Joel was his dad. And he started calling Ellie his sister. Even if you and Joel explained to him that Ellie wasn't related to him. The teenage girl herself didn't mind either, so you finally let it go. So you thought you had everything under control and the deal between you and Joel was clear. But life likes to get complicated.

It was a warm summer day when the city began to be in turmoil. Everyone started walking towards the gate and you heard people shouting "The Wolves are back!"

Joel and Ellie found you and Teddy in the crowd. They stood next to you and looked at you questioningly.

"Wolves are a group of residents who have decided to roam the wasteland. Sometimes they visit other settlements. They collect information and hard-to-find products. Sometimes they return to Jackson. Once every six months, sometimes more often. They stay a week or two and go again. They can't stay in one place," you explained calmly, though you were really nervous.

The reason for your nervousness approached you with a wide smile and open arms. He ignored other people and looked at you with his blue eyes. His blond hair was slightly messy and he had a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Y/N!"

You couldn't resist his charm and ran over to him. You snuggled into his wide chest and he kissed your head.

"Steve," you murmured. "I'm glad you're okay.”

"I'm happy to see my favorite girl!"

Joel and Ellie stared at you in shock. It was impossible not to notice that you had some relationship with this man. Joel tried to control his emotions, but he felt something tighten in his chest. This unknown man was at least 15 years younger than him, taller, and more muscular than he was.

You pulled away slightly from Steve and looked at your son in surprise. The little boy looked unsure. Just like Ellie and Joel. You decided to somehow reduce this distance.

"Steve, meet the new residents, Joel and Ellie."

"Hi," he said with a smile, but the other two only murmured what was supposed to be a hello. You wanted to roll your eyes. You smiled at your son hoping that he would be sweet as always.

"Teddy, won't you say hi to Uncle Steve?"

The blond knelt down and smiled at the child. "Hey, tiger. I have a new book for you."

Your son winced and muttered, "Now I'm a 'bear cub'."

You sighed heavily and squeezed Steve's arm. "You must be hungry. Why don't we go to the dining room?"

Steve stood up and nodded eagerly. "Sure!"

You held out your hand to the baby. "Come on, sweetie."

Teddy, however, ran to Joel and grabbed his hand with both hands. "I want to stay with daddy!"

"Oh..."

You didn't know what to say. On top of that, you felt Steve's watchful gaze on you, and you murmured, "I'll explain later."

Joel, meanwhile, picked up his son and replied. "No problem, I'll take care of him."

"Ok, see you later."

You started to walk away with Steve, and he tentatively put his arm around your waist and asked, "Is that okay?"

"Yes," you replied quickly. "Joel is Teddy's father, but we aren't together."

Steve nodded. "If you think so, but if anything changes, you know what the deal we have."

You nodded your head and smiled.

You and Steve weren't a couple, and certainly not in the traditional way. You were more like friends and lovers. You befriended him 3 years ago. You knew right away that you weren't "the only one". Steve had a few girlfriends in other towns. He was handsome, gallant, kind, and caring, but he refused to settle down. You didn't mind. At least once in a while you felt loved. Steve always took you on romantic dates and treated you like a princess. He also liked your son, but he never tried to be a "dad." Your arrangement really suited you, and yet you couldn't get the sulky look on your son's face out of your head. You haven't done anything wrong. Did you?

Joel sensed that his son was nervous. He was afraid it might be his fault. Maybe his mood affected the child?

"Teddy, what happened?"

"Why does mommy like Uncle Steve? She should like you," the boy replied and pouting.

"Because that Steve is quite handsome," Ellie muttered, and Joel gave her a reproachful look. The girl just shrugged and backed away slightly.

Joel adjusted his grip, holding the baby closer to him.

"Mom has the right to like who she wants, and you can't be mad at her."

The little one groaned unhappily. "But you are my daddy, not him."

Joel sighed and stroked the little boy's back, trying to comfort him. "Sometimes it's not that simple. Remember how I explained to you that not all moms live with dads?" The little one nodded and Joel continued: "Sometimes moms find someone else and that's okay. It doesn't change the fact that I'm your dad. Mom has reasons to like Steve more than me. And you know… If you start liking, something that Mom doesn't like, she would still love you. Don't be mad at her, okay? Can you promise me that?"

The little boy nodded and rested his head on his shoulder. Joel sighed heavily. He actually felt the same as his son, but he couldn't use him against you. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to do anything.

You were close to home when Joel left and closed the door carefully behind him. His mouth was pressed into a tight line, and you could see a flash of anger in his eyes. Before you could ask anything, he said, "Teddy is busy playing."

"Okay... Then what are you doing outside?"

"I wanted to talk without him being there." You raised your eyebrows. "Who is this Steve? What do you have in common? Is it serious? How long have you been together?"

Every question that came out of his mouth made you even more surprised and angry. You couldn't believe your ears. Plus, you saw that Joel held a grudge against you. You crossed your arms over your chest and growled, "Excuse me! You are the last person who has the right to ask me that!"

Joel took a step back, his stance becoming more submissive. "I... I'm just worried about Teddy and you. He can be dangerous like..."

"Steve isn't like Anderson or..." You stopped, but Joel understood what you were implying. "Go to your house now. I'll say goodbye to Teddy from you."

Before he could say anything, you brushed past him and quickly entered the house. You felt the rage radiating from you and decided to give yourself a few minutes to calm down before going to your son.

What the hell was Joel thinking?

You went to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of cold water. He had no right to act like a jealous husband. Sure, maybe you should have told him about Steve earlier, but... You didn't know how. And what moment to choose? At first, it didn't make any sense at all when you treated him like an enemy. Then you had other problems: Anderson, the accident... Finally, it happened. Joel found out about Steve and he was turning into an asshole again.

Joel was walking around in the living room. He was furious and... Jealous. He knew it was an ugly, debilitating feeling, but he couldn't shake it. Because what did this Steve do for you? Did he know about Anderson? If yes, why didn't he do anything about it? If he didn't know, then you obviously didn't trust him enough to tell him about it. So how did he take care of you?

And then a small, malicious voice in Joel's head asked, "How have you taken care of her all these years? Where were you when she needed you?"

He stopped in place and sighed heavily. He wasn't with you. He had no right to be jealous, you weren't his and you never will be. And from the way you hugged Steve, he knew you trusted this man. Clearly, he's never hurt you the way, he did.

When you heard a soft knock on the door, you instinctively expected who you would see. You looked at Joel annoyed and gasped, "What?"

"Sorry," he replied quickly. "Really... I..."

You tilted your head to the side. "What, Joel? Talk while I have the last bit of patience to listen to you."

You saw that he was remorseful and nothing was left of his anger from a few minutes ago.

"Because I was a dick who hurt you, now I see every man that way. I'm really worried about you and I want to protect you. You and Teddy."

You rolled your eyes. Joel sometimes surprised you with his twisted logic. He was worried, so he made a quarrel. However, you saw that he was sorry and decided to forgive him for his previous behavior. "Okay, I think I understand, but you really don't need to worry. Steve is a good guy. He would never hurt me. He treats me and Teddy very well." You saw Joel get sad at the mention of your son and added, "But don't worry. He'll never replace you, as a father. Steve isn't the parenting type." You smiled and nodded your head. "Come on. Play with Teddy for a while before you go back to your house."

He nodded and looked at you gratefully.

Even though Joel seemed to realize what you said, you noticed that he was starting to pull away from you. He avoided touching you, he didn't stay at your house for long and he didn't come to dinners. It annoyed you. You wanted it to be like before. You felt guilty for his disturbing behavior. No matter how hard you tried to convince yourself that you weren't hurting Joel. One look into his sad brown eyes was enough to make you feel worse.

When Steve asked you out, you hesitated. At first, you wanted to tell him you had no one to leave Teddy with, though of course that was a lie. So you finally agreed and asked Joel to take care of your son.

You were never nervous before a date with Steve. You've always felt joy and excitement, but not this time. You got ready and put on your prettiest dress, tied at the back with a ribbon. But when you looked in the mirror you felt disappointed. You thought about getting changed when you heard a knock on the door. After a while, Ellie and Joel were in your living room greeting Teddy. The girl looked at you and smiled.

"You look wonderful!"

You shook your head. "Thank you. I made sandwiches for you and Teddy for dinner. They're on the table."

Your son grabbed the girl's hand and dragged her toward the kitchen. You were alone with Joel, and you couldn't help but feel that he was looking at you with delight, but also with sadness.

"Are you sure it's okay?" you asked. "I can cancel it and leave him with Claudia next time."

"It's okay," he said with a noticeable stiffness in his voice. "You know I love taking care of him. When they finish eating, I'll take him to me."

"Okay. Bye," you said and quickly left the house.

Joel, however, ran after you and shouted "Y/N wait!"

You tensed automatically and turned to him with an angry look on your face. "What now, Joel?! I'm not supposed to go on a date?! I'm supposed to stay because you're jealous?! Maybe I should dress differently?! I don't care what you have to say! It's none of your business!"

Joel looked at you in complete shock. Clearly surprised by your outburst of anger, he muttered, "Your dress came untied."

"What?" You wanted to hide underground. All of a sudden, you didn't understand why you were yelling at him. You felt like you were really angry at yourself and not at him.

Joel meanwhile came over to you and gently turned you around. You felt his strong, large hands on your back and swallowed. He brushed his rough fingertips over the skin of your back, and you bit your lip. It only took him a moment to fix the binding, and something in you missing his touch, when he pulled away and said, "Done."

You turned to him and mumbled, "Sorry."

He smiled softly at you and shook his head. "Okay. You're absolutely right. It's none of my business. I understand that. Have fun."

"Thanks" you whispered and walked away.

You couldn't get his sad look out of your head, and no matter how hard you tried, you didn't give Steve your full attention. You went for a long evening walk, and several times you found yourself enthusiastically telling him about Ellie and her bond with Teddy, and mentioning Joel once or twice.

You ended your walk in your favorite place, at the back of the stables. Steve sat you down on the straw bales and stood between your legs. He started to place gentle kisses on your neck, then brushed his nose against your jaw.

"I missed you. You are my favorite girl."

You smiled and you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Did you find a new one? How many women does your harem already have?"

He chuckled and stroked your cheek. "Only five, but you, you're my favorite."

"You say that to everyone girl, right?"

He shook his head in 'no', and his hands traveled to your back, but the moment he started to undo your dress, you flinched. He noticed this and immediately moved away.

"What's the matter, little flower? You know I'll never make you do anything."

"I know and I appreciate that about you."

"What happened?"

Part of you wanted to say "nothing" and encourage him to continue, but you felt your body was uncooperative. Steve's touch used to turn you on in five minutes. But this time you felt tense. You sighed heavily and quietly replied: "I'm sorry but... It doesn't seem to work anymore. You and me."

Steve pulled back and nodded. He looked like he expected it.

"It's okay. You don't have to apologize to me. I understand."

You looked at him surprised: "You're not angry?"

"I always knew it would end someday. You have a child and a home. You need something permanent. I am an adventurous person and I do not shy away from the company of women. You are special, you will always be and that's why I want the best for you. And the best thing for you is to come back to your little family."

You frowned. "Joel is not my husband. Ellie is not his daughter, and she isn't Teddy's half-sister. We are not family."

Steve looked at you indulgently. "You know very well that family is not blood ties. You take care of each other, you worry about each other, you help each other. You are family. The truth is that it doesn't work between us anymore because you want to go back to your family. You talked about them all evening"

"I'm sorry" you whispered and felt tears gathering in your eyes.

Steve cupped your face in his hands and leaned forward. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips and whispered, "Don't apologize. You haven't done anything wrong. Just promise me you won't forget about me. I want to have a friend here."

You nodded and smiled through your tears. "You will always be my friend."

He stepped aside and helped you down to the ground. "Okay. Rush to your family."

You walked into Joel and Ellie's house without knocking. Another thing you started doing unconsciously. But the living room was dark. You felt a little uneasy, but then you heard the soft sounds of a guitar. You silently walked to the door to the yard but stayed on the threshold. Ellie and Teddy lay together in the hammock that Joel had made for them. He was sitting on a garden chair with a guitar. You've never heard him play or sing before, but you've heard a teenage girl teasing him about "I'd be a singer." Apparently, the kids managed to get him to play on guitar. You leaned against the doorframe. You didn't want them to see you. This scene felt so intimate that you felt like an intruder. You focused on the words Joel was singing.

'When you lose your way and the fight is gone

Your heart starts to break

And you need someone around now

Just close your eyes

While I put my arms above you

And make you unbreakable '

You had to admit that Joel had a nice voice and could play. But more than the music, you focused on the words.

'She stands in the rain, just to hide it all If you ever turn around I won't let you fall down now I swear I'll find your smile And put my arms above you And make you unbreakable

I'll make you unbreakable

Cause she's the girl that I never had She's the heart that I wanted bad The song I heard on the radio That made me stop and think of her'

With every word he sang, your heart beat faster. You felt like Joel was singing about you. Was it even possible?

'And I can't, I can't, I can't Concentrate anymore

And I need, I need, need To show her what her heart is for It's been mistreated badly

Now her world has started falling apart

Falling apart '

You weren't even aware that you were crying while listening to him. You listened to him like hypnotized.

'You need to know that somebody's there all the time I'd wait in line, and I hope It's yours

Can't walk away 'til your heart knows

That it's beautiful

Oh, I hope you know, It's beautiful

And put my arms above you And make you unbreakable

Cause I love, I love, I love I love you darling

Yes, I love, I love, I love

I love you darling

And I'll put my arms around you

And make you unbreakable

Unbreakable '

You didn't even notice when he finished the song and put the guitar aside. He walked over to the kids and said, "Teddy, it's time for bed."

"No," the baby boy moaned. "I want to look at the stars with Ellie."

Joel ruffled slightly boy's hair and replied. "Fine, but I'll bring you a blanket."

He started walking towards the house and you panicked. For a moment you even thought about running out of the house, but it seemed silly to you. So you stepped back into the living room and turned on the bedside lamp so that the darkness wouldn't make Joel think you were an intruder.

As soon as he saw you, worry flashed across his face.

"Y/N, what happened? Did he hurt you? If he did something to you, I swear I'll kill him."

He quickly walked over to you and cupped your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. You mentally cursed yourself for your own sensitivity. You put your hands on his and replied, "I'm fine. I broke up with him, but Steve understood it and didn't make any trouble."

Joel let go of your face but stayed close to you.

"Why?" He asked. "You seemed happy with him."

"It's just... I've never had anything serious with him. Steve has other girlfriends. I guess we always knew we'd break up someday."

Joel nodded but still looked concerned. "Then why are you crying?"

You decided that there was no point in lying to him and replied: "I think I got emotional when I listened to your song."

Joel's reaction surprised you. He pulled away sharply and looked as if he was about to pass out. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"What?"

"I'm always the reason you cry," he whispered.

You couldn't see him like this any longer. You quickly walked over to him and hugged him tightly. You buried your face in his chest.

For a moment, Joel was paralyzed. He didn't know what to do. Eventually, something clicked inside him and he hugged you tightly.

"It's not tears of sadness this time," you said quietly. " Just tears of emotion."

You felt Joel relax under your touch. And although on the one hand, you wanted this moment to last longer, you remembered about the children. You pulled away and muttered, "You were supposed to bring a blanket for Teddy."

"Ah, yes."

Joel awkwardly walked past you and grabbed a blanket from the couch.

"Will you be mad if I come home and take the evening off?"

He smiled at you. "Run. Before Teddy notices you."

But before you left, you spoke again. "Joel?"

"Yes?"

"Will you sing me this song someday when we're alone?"

You giggled as his eyes widened. He looked like a puppy who had been given his favorite treats.

"Of course," he finally choked out.

You nodded and ran out of the house. But outside you stopped and put your hand to your chest. Your heart was beating like crazy. You bit your lip lightly and felt your cheeks heat up. You really needed a moment to yourself.

Song: Jamie Scott - Unbreakable

Part VI

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Sleepover

Fic Summary: After a late night of studying, you decide to sleep over at Eddie’s for the first time. Things take an interesting turn when you’re woken in the middle of the night by an aroused, but sleeping, Eddie. Eddie Munson Oneshots Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader (Reader is 18)

Warnings: Friends to Lovers, Language, Canon Divergent, Grinding, Masturbation (Female), Oral (Male Receiving), Unprotected Sex (no condom, reader mentions being on the pill), Creampie, Pretty Much Utter Filth

A/N: Into the trash I go. Don’t know where this came from but, oh well! Enjoy!

It’s crunch time for finals.

While you’re on track to graduate, Eddie is army crawling toward the finish line. He’s trying, trying harder than he’s ever tried before, and while you believe in him, he says he doesn’t want to take any chances. So when he asks you to help study for Ms. O’Donnell’s final, you happily agree. He’s managed to scrape by with a C in his other classes and this is the only thing standing in his way of finally getting his diploma.

Eddie deserves to graduate. He’s trying hard. He wrapped up the Hellfire campaign weeks ago and is even putting off band practice until school is done. You’ve never seen him this determined before.

Which is how you find yourself in his trailer Saturday night, sitting on his bed while pouring over textbooks and notebooks.

Eddie’s face is pinched in concentration, his eyes narrowed as he reads through your notes. He never takes any himself, always using yours because you’re a sucker and can’t help but share. It’s late. Way later than you anticipated but it’s for a good cause. Anything to help your friend finally walk across that stage. The fact that you’ll be graduating together makes your heart skip a beat.

“I’m doomed.”

You look up from the practice test he had taken earlier, which you’ve been silently grading for the last ten minutes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m never going to remember all this in time!” he says, arms gesturing to the notes and books scattered across the bed. “The final is first thing Monday morning.”

“And we still have all of tomorrow,” you reassure him. “Eddie, you got this!”

Groaning in frustration, he dramatically falls onto his back. “Maybe I should just face the fact that I’m never going to get out of that fucking school.”

This is a side of Eddie people rarely see. Yes, he’s loud and boisterous, and totally unashamed of who he is. Yet, there’s a slight self-conscious side that only you’ve been privy to over the last few years. It’s like he feels comfortable letting his guard down around you, something you cherish. You love being able to see a side of him that no one else does. It makes you feel special, and that your friendship is special.

“Uh-uh, nope. You’re not following that train of thought,” you scold, putting your notebook down. Leaning over him you give him the most reassuring smile you can. “You’re doing great. You got this.”

He looks up at you. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Of course I am, is it working?” You’re teasing him obviously. He’s actually doing fairly well by comparison to where he was when you started studying. He just can’t see it because he’s tired and frustrated.

Grinning, Eddie reaches up and boops your nose. “You always make me feel better, sweetheart. How did I do on the practice test?”

Grateful for the distraction, and needing something to focus on other than the racing of your heart, you draw back and lift the practice test so he can see the C- you wrote on top.

It makes him smile. “Fuck yes!”

“See, told you. You’re doing awesome. There are a couple of things you got wrong in the essay question, but that’s nothing we can’t clean up. Let’s study a bit more and call it a night.”

And so, you two get back to work. Eventually, after reviewing flashcards and taking another practice test, Eddie decides to raid the kitchen for a snack, leaving you to your grading. It’s been a long trying day. You don’t think you’ve ever studied this much in your entire high school career. While you manage to get a handful of good grades, you’re no genius and would much prefer playing D&D or reading fantasy books rather than reviewing schoolwork.

However, there was no way you could turn Eddie down when he begged you to help him. He looked so desperate and hopeful, how could you refuse? You’ve never refused Eddie in your life and you aren’t about to start now.

While he’s taking his break, you start to go over his second practice test. Or is it his third? You’ve lost count. You also underestimate how tired you are because the next thing you know, your eyes drift closed and then, Eddie’s hand gently shakes you.

“I’m awake!” you say, head flying up off the book you were using as a pillow.

Eddie chuckles, peeling off the note card that’s stuck to your cheek. “It’s late,” he says. “I’m calling it. Study session over.”

You don’t even bother trying to stifle your yawn. “Alright, fair enough. What time is it?”

“After midnight.”

Shit. Definitely too late to ride your bike home. “Damn, I really wish I hadn’t fallen asleep.”

“I can drive you.”

Eddie looks as exhausted as you feel and you don’t like the thought of him getting behind the wheel. You’ve been pulling several late nights and you doubt he’s in any mood to drive. You’re watching as he helps gather your study materials when a simple solution comes to mind.

“Mind if I crash here?”

Eddie pauses for a moment, looking at you over his shoulder. “You want to sleep over?”

“Is that a bad idea? I just figure since we’re going to meet up tomorrow to keep studying anyway, it doesn’t make sense for you to take me all the way home and pick me up again early in the morning. Besides, my parents are both working doubles at the plant tonight.”

You don’t like the thought of being all alone in your house, especially with all the weird shit that happens in Hawkins.

“I mean, my uncle will be home later and will need the pullout bed, so you and me will have to share mine if you’re cool with that.”

Your heart starts to pound faster at the idea. Throat suddenly very dry, you have to swallow before you can respond, “I’m okay with that.”

You see a flush come over him, “Great. Alright.” Looking around the room, he runs his hand through his hair. “Um, here, just let me…” He starts to clear the clutter of clothes from his bed and you take the time to put the studying materials away.

There’s a strange energy about Eddie all of a sudden. It’s hard to pinpoint, hard to describe until you realize that he’s never been one to go out of his way to clean for you. You’re over his place all the time and he knows you don’t care about the mess. But now that you’re sleeping over for the first time, he almost seems nervous.

The air is thick with tension.

You’re not sure if it’s coming from him or from you, but you try to act casual, try to seem like this is no big deal even when your heart is threatening to implode.

You’re acutely aware that sharing a bed with Eddie is a new situation for you and your friend. As close as you two are, you’ve never spent the night at the other’s houses and definitely haven’t shared a bed before. The thought gives you butterflies, making your hand slip on the zipper of your backpack. Eddie doesn’t notice. He’s still moving around his room, occasionally swearing under his breath and saying sorry when he moves something else out of the way.

A moment later the bed is cleared and Eddie turns to you. “Do you need sleep clothes or anything?”

“I usually sleep in a t-shirt. But I can keep my jeans on if you’re more comfortable with that.”

“Who wears jeans to bed?”

He has a point. “No pants it is,” you say. “I guess I can just wear this same shirt tomorrow.”

“Here.” Eddie reaches into one of his drawers and pulls out one of his many Hellfire shirts. “You can wear this.”

“Thanks.”

There’s an awkward beat of silence and you’re right about to excuse yourself to the bathroom to change when Eddie says, “I’ll just give you some privacy.”

In the blink of an eye, he’s out of the room and closing the door behind him.

You stand there for a minute, your heart racing faster than it ever has before. It’s just a sleepover at your friend’s house, you don’t know why you’re both such a nervous mess.

Feeling like you’re in a dream, you take off your jeans and leave them folded on the dresser. Next comes your shirt and you suddenly stare at your reflection in Eddie’s mirror. It’s surreal seeing yourself half-naked in his room. A certain level of excitement washes over you at the image and you find yourself wishing the scenario was different, that maybe you were sleeping over because Eddie wanted you to, not for convenience’s sake.

Shaking the thought from your head, you take your bra off, rolling it up with your shirt and sticking both with your jeans. When you put Eddie’s shirt on, it smells like him. It makes you smile, pausing to savor it. There’s something acutely intimate about wearing your guy friend’s shirt, especially when it’s a shirt you know he loves. You slide into bed, making sure to pull the covers up around your waist.

A few moments pass before there’s a knock on the door. “You good in there?” comes Eddie’s voice.

“All set.”

The door opens slowly and Eddie stumbles in dramatically, his hand covering his eyes. “Are you sure you’re decent? It would be such a shame if I walked in on you naked!”

Laughing, you lay down and try to get comfortable. “Eddie, you can look. I’m not naked.”

His hand drops from his face. “Well, why the hell not?!”

“I’m sorry, am I supposed to be?” you tease.

“Well, yeah! That’s how these things go, right? You ask to stay over, I give you my shirt, and then you surprise me by getting completely naked.”

Still laughing, you roll your eyes. “Stop goofing around and come to bed.”

The phrase sounds so casual yet incredibly intimate at the same time. Eddie’s smile doesn’t fade, but he’s looking at you differently. It’s hard to pinpoint, how to tell exactly what’s going through his mind. It’s enough to make you fidgety and self-conscious.

“What?” you ask, hands twisting the edge of the blanket in your hands.

“Nothing,” Eddie says. “It’s just, you look good in my bed, sweetheart.”

The heat rises to your face and words escape you. How do you respond to something so sweet and obviously flirty? Not that Eddie hasn’t flirted with you in the past but that was just him being playful. Wasn’t it?

Before you can think of a response, he reaches for his belt.

There’s a moment, a split second where you can either lay there and watch Eddie undress, or roll onto your side and pretend like you’re not hyper-aware of the fact that he’s about to slide into bed next to you. Deciding to give him the courtesy of privacy, like he did for you, you turn on your side to face the wall. Eddie’s belt buckle never sounded louder. A moment later, you hear his jeans hitting the floor and then rustling as he steps out of them.

The room is plunged into darkness as Eddie gets the lights.

Your breathing is shallow, your head spinning when you realize you haven’t taken a proper breath in the last minute. You feel the rise of the bedsheet as Eddie draws it back, then the mattress dips under his weight. His bed isn’t very big, something you hadn’t considered when he brought up sharing. You try to move as far over as you can but you’re right against the wall and there isn’t very far for you to go.

“You can look now. I have no shame or modesty.”

“Oh, I’m well aware of that.”

His voice is so close and you have to swallow past the lump in your throat before you turn around to face him. He’s lying on his back, shirtless with the blanket draped over his hips. It’s dark but there’s enough ambient light coming through the window from outside for you to see him. It makes him look almost other-worldly and you know the image is going to be burned into your mind for years to come.

“It’s okay, I won’t bite,” he teases. “Unless you really want me to.”

“Haha, very funny,” you say, even though the mental image isn’t funny at all. It makes your heart race and your thighs clench.

“You alright? You seem nervous.”

“I’m fine,” you say a little too quickly. “It’s just…this is new. For us. Not that there is an us. I just meant, we haven’t shared a bed before and it’s new…for us.” Dear God, you’re babbling and repeating yourself. Can you be any more obvious?

“New doesn’t always have to be scary,” Eddie says, turning on his side and propping his head up with his hand. “Think of this as another phase of our friendship.”

You smile and roll onto your side to copy his pose. The two of you are only inches apart. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and see his tattoos even through the dim light. Your fingers ache to trace them, to touch him in some way, but you keep your hands to yourself. He’s not wearing any of his jewelry. No necklace, no bracelets, not even his favorite rings. Somehow that makes him seem more naked. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen him without them.

“And what phase would that be?” you ask.

He studies you through the dark. There is a beat of silence before he responds, “That all depends on you, sweetheart.”

Fuck you love it when he calls you that. You’ve only ever heard him call his guitar “sweetheart” up until several months ago when he casually called you that while hanging out one night. Your mind had gone blank and you had been so surprised, that you forgot what you were doing. He of course found it incredibly amusing and now calls you that whenever he can just to get a rise out of you.

Between wearing his clothes, sleeping in his bed, and laying right next to him, your senses were surrounded by everything Eddie Munson. It makes it hard to ignore the way his smile makes your stomach drop, or how a simple touch of his hand on yours sets a fire ablaze in your veins. It's making your head spin. You also have no idea how to respond to him. What does he mean it depends on you? What depends on you? What phase is he talking about? He can’t possibly be talking about becoming more than friends, could he? That seems almost too fantastical for you to believe. You may want him that way but he hasn’t shown any indication he feels the same way about you. Has he?

“I love our friendship,” you say, carefully choosing your words. “It’s more special to me than anything in the world.”

“But…?” Eddie draws the word out, waiting for more. Waiting for you to explain yourself. Possibly waiting for you to reject him. Holy shit, that’s it. Your mind is going a mile a minute and you’re trying hard to remain calm. This discussion is real, he’s legitimately asking about being something more. Isn’t he? You don’t think you’re jumping to conclusions, but it’s still hard to plunge into the deep end.

“No buts. I just want you to know how important you are to me,” you tell him. “And if me sleeping over means we get closer, then I’m really glad I asked to stay.”

He studies you through the dark. You can’t read his expression but you can see his eyes scanning your face, searching. “I’m glad you asked to stay too,” he eventually says. “By the way, you look damn good in my shirt.”

“And you look good without it.”

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. You’re so caught up in the moment and he really does look great shirtless that you speak without thinking. Whelp, no taking it back now. Eddie laughs, reaching over to run his hand down your cheek. He leans forward and places a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Get some sleep,” he says. “We’ll talk more in the morning.”

Yes, the morning. Good idea. It’s best to talk after you’ve had a long rest and time to process this shift happening between you.

You expect him to turn on his back or face away from you. But he doesn’t. Instead, he stays right where he is, facing you. There’s a moment of contemplation where you think about turning around, yet you don’t. You stay where you are as well, face-to-face with Eddie, cuddled close in the dark. Your body is exhausted from the long day and your mind is ready to shut down for the night.

It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep. Between the dark room and Eddie’s slow, even breathing, you’re lulled off to dreamland in a matter of minutes.

Hours later, you’re brought back to consciousness just as quickly, but you’re not sure why.

It’s still the middle of the night. You can tell by the darkness and the quiet outside the trailer. You’ve moved in your sleep and are now facing the wall again, except this time, Eddie’s body is spooned up behind you. His arm is draped over your waist and you can feel the even rise and fall of his chest against your back.

Laying there, enjoying the comfort of him holding you, you’re about to close your eyes when you feel it, a sudden hardness digging into your lower back.

Your sleep-addled brain doesn’t catch on right away.

You shift to get comfortable, too tired to really consider what it could actually be. Until, you feel it again, this time accompanied by a quiet moan from Eddie.

Sleep is now a distant memory.

Is he…? Did he just…?

When it happens a third time, you know for sure it’s not your imagination. It’s pretty unmistakable what is happening. Unsure of what to do about it, you stay exactly where you are, listening and waiting. As far as you can tell, Eddie is sleeping. The persistent press of his hard cock happens once or twice more before it stops. However, that doesn’t mean it goes away. You can feel it, straining against his boxers.

Heat washes over you and you bite your lip because now your own body is waking. Waking and realizing exactly what situation you’re in.

Your cunt throbs from neglect.

Ignore it and go to sleep, you tell yourself. Just pretend like everything’s alright and go back to sleep.

Easier said than done. No sooner do you close your eyes than Eddie moves. Not fast and not purposeful. His arm is still very much limp across your waist, telling you he’s fast asleep. But his hips haven’t gotten the memo.

You feel his cock press harder, his body reacting to what it wants while he’s blissfully unaware.

It starts with small, slow rolls of his hips, creating just the barest hint of pressure. You can feel his breath on the nape of your neck, hot bursts of air every few seconds. Your cunt throbs again, more persistent this time and definitely interested in whatever is the hell is happening.

Nowhere in your wildest dreams did you ever think you’d wake up this way, with Eddie rutting against you in his sleep.

It’s getting increasingly difficult to ignore. Your best bet is to try and shift closer to the wall, to try to put distance between you. Yet, when you move, Eddie’s arm draws you back, flush against his chest with his erection tucked snuggly under your ass. He mumbles your name and then he’s still once more.

Fuck, he said your name.

Fuck does that mean he’s dreaming about you? Has he dreamt about you before? How the hell are you supposed to sleep with those thoughts running through your head?

You’re wet. Even without moving you know that you are, can feel the dampness seeping into your panties. Suddenly, the thin blanket is too much. You’re Hellfire shirt, no, Eddie’s Hellfire shirt is too constricting.

He's not thrusting anymore, but it’s worse now. Because now his cock is snug between your ass cheeks, and the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers isn’t leaving much to the imagination.

You need relief and you need it now.

Biting your lip, you listen closely to Eddie’s breathing, making sure it hasn’t changed. As far as you can tell, he’s definitely not awake. If you’re quiet and careful, you can hopefully give yourself some kind of reprieve. Otherwise, you’ll never get back to sleep.

You wait a few seconds, wait until you can pluck up the nerve to touch yourself, in your best friend’s bed, while he’s asleep next to you. Taking a deep breath, you slowly spread your legs. Your panties are so fucking wet you can feel them sticking to your aching core.

Carefully, you let your hand slide down the bed, inching closer and closer to where you need it. You reach the hem of your panties, pausing to think, really think if this is what you want to do right now. Of course, there’s no point because you know it’s going to happen. It needs to happen. You slip your hand into your panties. At the first press of your fingers, you almost moan out loud. Fuck you’re soaking wet and aching for the man lying beside you. You haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already hypersensitive.

Gathering your slick with your fingers, you rub two of them through your folds. Your body almost weeps with relief, even though you’ve barely gotten started. Your nipples pebble under your shirt. You have to fight back a moan as they brush lightly against the rough fabric.

You’re being careful, trying hard not to move anything other than your wrist. Eddie’s cock twitches, like it knows what you’re doing, like it’s begging to join the fun.

God, you wish it would. You wish he would.

You’re so wet that your two fingers slide into you effortlessly. A small gasp escapes your lips and you’re too wound up to notice. Still trying not to move too much, you keep your fingers buried deep, wiggling them just enough to get that spot that makes you see stars. Fuck this feels good. It’s not Eddie’s cock but damn is it still getting the job done.

Your hips slowly start to rock with your hand, needing more pressure, more friction. You have to literally bite your tongue when your fingers slide out of your soaking hole to trace wet circles around your clit.

It's not going to take you long. You’re too worked up to drag it out.

Falling into a steady rhythm, you touch yourself to thoughts of Eddie. It’s easier when you’re in his bed, wearing his shirt, laying with his body heat pressed along your back. His scent is all over you, like cigarettes, weed, and that cologne he wears. The one you got him for Christmas last year. But underneath, the scent of your arousal is unmistakable. To have both of those in the same place conjures all sorts of naughty images, fantasies you only indulge in the middle of the night. Usually alone.

Except for tonight. It’s all overwhelming and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer…

Eddie’s hand suddenly locks around your wrist.

It’s like someone dumps a bucket of ice water over your head. Frozen in place, you’re too scared to move or make a sound. Plush lips brush your ear and Eddie’s voice, low and raspy from sleep, sends a shiver down your spine.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?”

Shit! Has he been awake this whole time? Was he grinding on purpose? Or did you wake him up with your stupid fucking libido and attempted stealth masturbation?

He has to know you can feel him. It’s pretty fucking obvious. He also has to know what you’re doing. There’s really no other reason for your hand to be between your legs.

“What are you doing, Eddie?” is the only response that comes to mind.

“Sleeping.” His thrust this time is harder and purposeful. “At least I was until someone woke me up.”

“In all fairness, you woke me up first.”

You’re breathless and your cunt throbs angrily, begging for you to keep going. Squeezing your thighs together does nothing to relieve the pressure, especially with your hand still trapped.

“Did I?” he asks. “Maybe I should make it up to you.”

His hand slides down to join your hand and your gasp can no longer be contained. Oh my god, this is happening. This is really fucking happening.

“Fucking hell, you’re so fucking wet,” Eddie groans in your ear. His tongue darts out to trace the shell and a powerful shudder runs through your body. “Don’t stop on my account.”

His fingers press yours, forcing you to circle your clit again. Unable to hold back and so fucking turned on, you pick up where you left off.

You feel Eddie’s other arm slide under your body and the next thing you know, you’re yanked to his chest, trapped in a tight hold. His mouth is all over your neck, kissing, sucking, and nipping at the sensitive flesh. His free hand pushes your shirt up and fondles your tit, giving it an appreciative squeeze before moving to the next one.

His fingers mirror yours, following your lead. The sound of your fingers through your wetness is obscenely hot. When you slip a finger inside yourself again, one of Eddie’s joins you, and you selfishly wish he hadn’t taken his rings off. You can only imagine how the cool touch of metal would feel in this moment. Your hips thrust forward with excitement.

Eddie’s hips do the same.

He’s grinding his cock against your ass constantly now, panting and groaning in your ear as he does. “Such a dirty girl, fingering yourself in my bed,” he pants. “God I can’t wait to feel you come.”

The Hellfire shirt is sticking to your sweaty skin. Your cunt is dripping, your slick sliding down your thighs where you know it’s staining Eddie’s sheets.

“Fuck, this is so fucking hot. Shit, I’m gonna blow my load like this.” He’s humping himself against your ass, getting closer with each desperate thrust.

“Don’t,” you beg. “Don’t…not yet. I want…”

“Tell me,” he begs, lips claiming your throat with harsh kisses. “What do you want, babe? I’ll give you anything.”

“I want to suck your dick.”

Eddie’s hand stops in surprise but your orgasm can’t be delayed anymore. You come hard, seeing white and grinding yourself on his hand, covering him with your release. No fantasy can ever do this feeling justice. The fact that Eddie is the one who made you come only heightens your arousal and has you moaning his name. You keep moving until the last shocks of pleasure subside and you’re left shaking and panting.

Eddie’s hand slides out from between your legs and he rolls you into your back.

Your first kiss is sloppy.

His mouth finds yours in the dark but you’re too blissed out to focus or kiss him properly at first. He doesn’t seem to care. With a moan that has your cunt clenching, he kisses the life out of you, tongue pushing past your lips to taste.

Your hand falls to the bed but his is back between your legs a second later. He touches, he rubs, and he explores, dragging tremors out of your body and building your pleasure again. Is this for you or for him? Either way, you don’t care because he’s rubbing your clit in rough circles and it’s driving you absolutely insane. Two fingers slide into you without warning.

His fingers fill you in a way yours can’t, the delicious stretch an appetizer, a tease, for what’s to come.

“Eddie, let me suck you off.” You’re the one begging this time. You need to touch him, taste him. You need to make him feel as good as he’s making you feel.

“Fuck, yes. Soon, baby, soon. Just want you to come for me one more time.”

He gets his wish a moment later. Your second orgasm is as powerful as the first, sucking the air from your lungs and leaving you twitching. He kisses you through this one, swallowing your moan as you drench his hand. It keeps going and going, the pleasure never truly fading even when his hand draws away.

You want to touch him now. You have to touch him now. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you push him into his back. You take a second to pull the t-shirt off and discard your ruined panties somewhere at the foot of the bed.

Eddie shoves his boxers down to join them.

He wraps his hand around his cock, using your slick as lube while he starts to jerk himself off. It’s a beautifully erotic sight ripped right from your filthiest fantasies.

His cock is fucking gorgeous. Long and thick, with a vein running along the bottom that you want to trace with your tongue. Your mouth waters at the sight of his swollen head, red and begging to be sucked. Ever the showman, he’s putting on a performance for you, showing you exactly what you do to him and what he wants from you. What he needs. You straddle him for a moment, taking his face in your hands and bringing him into a searing kiss before you start your descent down his body.

You leave a trail of kisses and love bites along the way.

You want to mark him, to make him yours. Everything you haven’t been able to say comes bubbling to the surface and fuels your actions. If you can’t tell him, you’re sure as hell going to show him. When you settle between his legs, he’s still holding himself. Precum is already seeping out of the tip and you knock his hand away, replacing it with your own.

Fuck the weight of him is fucking incredible. Just the thought of how he’s going to stretch you is enough for your cunt to clench in anticipation.

“Fuck, babe, please do something,” Eddie begs, running both hands through his hair. “Seeing you get off was the hottest fucking thing of my life…oh shit!”

He gasps as you wrap your lips around the leaking head of his cock, sucking the salty, headiness of him down with a decadent moan. His hands fly down to your head, fingers digging into your scalp as you start to work your mouth down.

He's so fucking hard against your tongue.

Mouth stretched wide, you try to relax your jaw, taking as much of him in as you can. He groans when he feels the slight resistance of your throat flutter around cock.

“Shit, shit, shit, sweetheart. Fuck your throat feels so fucking good. Yeah, swallow around me.”

You do your best before dragging your mouth up the length of his cock, coating him in your saliva. When you take him in again, you get him further this time, using your upper body to pin his hips to the bed. You do it over and over, working him in more and more until you manage to take him all. He grips your head and holds you there for a second, a litany of swears spilling out of his filthy mouth.

“Fuck! Oh my fucking god, let me fuck your mouth. Please let me fuck this pretty mouth of yours, babe.”

You pick up the pace, finally tracing that thick vein with your tongue and bobbing your head up and down on his lap. When you ease the pressure on his hips, he loses it.

He starts to thrust into your mouth, saying your name repeatedly while his hands continue to hold your head. “Fuck me this is heaven. God, can’t believe you can take it all. Gonna fuck this mouth all the time now.”

You’re fucking lost yourself. The visual of sucking Eddie off in his van or going down on him at his special picnic table in the woods is almost too much. Eddie has always been a drug to you, but experiencing him like this is making you an addict. Your thighs are soaked, your jaw is aching, but you can’t stop. Won’t stop. Don’t want to stop.

Apparently, Eddie has other plans.

When he suddenly pulls you off, you gasp for breath and whimper with disappointment. “Why’d you stop me?” you pant.

Eddie is looking at you like he’s a starved man and you’re his next meal. “I was too close,” he says, sitting up. “Didn’t want to finish like that.”

“How do you want to finish, Eddie?”

He groans and pushes you onto your back, maneuvering your legs so they’re bent at the knees. “Anywhere,” he says. “But not before I fuck you.”

“Fuck me, Eddie. I’m on the pill. I want you to come inside me.”

He crawls up your body with a growl before attacking your lips in a bruising kiss. You can feel his cock between your legs, wet from your mouth and his precum, hard like velvet-covered steel. He reaches down to grab himself, teasingly sliding the underside of his cock through your wetness, coating himself with you.

You’re so slick, so ready, and eager and waiting, that when he finally pushes into you, tears form in your eyes. You nearly weep from joy, his cock giving you that delicious stretch you’ve been waiting for.

Eddie’s eyes are all you see. He’s staring into yours with rapt attention you’ve never known. It’s like he wants to memorize your face, wants to see every detail as his cock finally slides home.

Because he is home. He’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.

Damn it’s a fucking stretch. Even with all the prep and wetness, he still spreading you open. Your hands fly to his shoulders, your back arching as he slides in more and more…

His lap is snug against you for an entirely different reason now. And you’ve never felt more full or alive in your life.

Eddie kisses you while he fucks you. It’s slow at first, gentle like he’s trying to make sure not to hurt you or taking his time to savor. But he can’t hurt you. He never could.

And you’re too wound up, too happy to finally have him that you don’t want it slow.

“Fuck me hard, Eddie,” you moan. “Fuck me like I know you want to. Trust me, I can take it.”

“Shit!”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. Eddie fucks you into the mattress. It creaks and groans under the onslaught, your bodies rocking together desperately. Having him like this, over you and in you, is everything you ever hoped it would be and nothing you ever expected. He sits back in his heels, his hands on either side of your waist as he watches his cock slide in and out of you. Those fucking gorgeous brown eyes watch your tits bounce along with his thrusts.

“So good, so fucking good,” he groans. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight. Such a fucking amazing pussy. Fucking knew you’d feel good.”

Your hands cup your tits, fingers tweaking and pinching your nipples as your body comes alive. No thoughts remain except Eddie and his cock.

His hands roughly grab your ankles, bringing them to his shoulders. He wraps his arm around your legs to hold them close against his chest. With a fluid movement, he lifts himself onto his knees and suddenly the angle is deeper, his pace brutal, and you’re loving every fucking second of it.

Skin slaps skin as Eddie fucks you into oblivion.

You’re aching and raw, and Eddie is filling you up in a way you never thought possible. You never want this to end, never want to do anything else but be wrecked by Eddie fucking Munson.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart,” he moans nearly bending you in half. “I’m gonna cum in this tight pussy, baby.”

“Yes, Eddie! Fucking come inside me. Fill me up.”

“Fucking gonna pump you full.”

Your final orgasm comes out of nowhere and happens mere seconds before his. The hot slick wetness of his release fills you so much that your body can’t contain it. Even as he’s still fucking himself through his pleasure, you can feel him leaking out of you, dripping down your ass and onto the rumpled bedsheets. Another stain for him to deal with at some point.

Eddie leans forward and now you really are bent in half, if only for a second. Long enough for him to give you one more kiss, teeth clacking together in your excitement as his hips stutter for a moment, then finally stop.

All is quiet except for the sounds of you two trying to catch your breath.

Your ankles slip from his sweaty shoulders and Eddie pulls back. “Fuck, babe. That was the fucking best.” He’s still inside you, somehow still twitching even in his afterglow. He stares between your spread legs, watching his cock slide out and admiring the mess he’s made.

“All mine now, sweetheart,” he coos, a hand reaching out to stroke your thigh. His eyes meet yours, his lips pulled up into that grin you love so much.

“I was always yours, Eddie,” you pant.

Sitting up, you reach for him as he reaches for you, his hand cupping the back of your head and yanking you into another hungry kiss. He moans into your mouth, tongue continuing its exploration from before. Already you can feel your desire building again, although did it ever really go away? No, no it didn’t.

Your cunt is a sticky mess and when you and Eddie finally break away you say, “I should probably clean up.”

With a smirk, Eddie’s nose brushes yours. “It’s my mess. I’ll do it.” Before descending between your legs.

Needless to say, you don’t get much sleep that night. Nor do you study much the next day.

Eddie passes the test on Monday anyway, and when he proudly shows you the grade, you reward him with another sleepover.

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