#how did i like have a full girlfriend at the peak of my problems and then now that i’m supposed to be better i’m alone and unhappy

[gimmeurtmi]

no nut november — hyunjin (loser #3)

pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

tags: no nut november mini series, established relationship, domestic bliss, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, mentions of masturbation/watching porn, mentions of overstimulation, cockwarming, unprotected sex, no nut november as a bet, slight dirty talk, use of names like “pretty boy”, group chat shenanigans

inspo: that video of jinnie fixing his hair with his head thrown back and everyone staring in awe.. you know the one

notes: this is so self indulgent when it was meant to be my gift to @sluttywonwoo lmao. i hope you enjoy the softness of it all, boo! and i hope you feel the joy i felt when writing this <3

banner by @sluttywonwoo

{ wc: 4227 }

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!!” You heard Hyunjin screaming from the next room.

You were in the kitchen trying to make breakfast, following Hyunjin’s mother’s recipe for his favourite breakfast food. He came over to yours after your weekly game night—since most of the rooms at theirs were full anyway, and besides, it gifted you with a peaceful morning. Or so you thought.

Hyunjin came into your kitchen, dancing around in what you assumed was celebration, wearing nothing but his boxers and your old jumper from highschool.

He was dancing around so much, flailing his arms enough that the jumper had started riding up, his happy trail peaking out through the fabric.

You swallowed.

“What happened?” You asked, as casually as you could, focusing on the pan in front of you.

“Jeongin lost!”

To prove his point, he showed you the group chat he had with his friends, in which the youngest retold his story from the night before.

You’d have to congratulate them both for finally being brave enough, you noted.

“Cool,” you said simply.

You weren’t really surprised he was talking about that bet again. It was like it was the only thing he could think about since it started. When he told you about it—all you could was laugh and shake your head.

But then he told you what the stakes were, and only after that did you agree and promise him you’d do your best not to get in his way. If it meant you had a whole weekend of Hyunjin to yourself—then you’d play along with their stupid bet.

Although, it was already driving you crazy.

You knew Hyunjin wasn’t doing it on purpose, it’s not like he could help how gorgeous he was, but he didn’t make your life any easier when he so casually licked his lips after taking a bite from the food.

“Thank you, babe,” he said with a smile before devouring the rest of his plate.

You sighed.

The rest of the day was spent catching up on Hyunjin’s favourite K-Drama. You liked it, but what was better than the show was your boyfriend’s commentary. The gasps, pleading at the characters (as if they could hear him), and calling out the plot twists a few scenes before they were revealed.

“What?” He asked as he caught you smiling at him.

“Nothing,” you grinned, placing your head on his shoulder as you cuddled closer to him.

November 9th

A few days passed since you last got to spend time with your boyfriend. But today you knew you had all night together.

Your roommate went to her girlfriend’s house on Wednesdays and it so happened that that was the day Hyunjin finished work reasonably early.

She was never there to disturb you and your boyfriend had more time and so it always ended up with a sleepover.

From being the day you spent together it had evolved to your self care day—one that Hyunjin happily agreed to participate in with you.

There was only one problem. The stupid bet.

You spent all week waking up from wet dreams. Sometimes they were only about your boyfriend and sometimes they involved other people, too. That’s how you knew it was really bad. You were faithful, even in your dreams, but when other people showed up you knew you were unsatisfied and needy.

Luckily, agreeing to the bet never meant that you weren’t allowed to do anything by yourself—but needless to say, that didn’t quite cut it anymore.

Still, you decided if you were still this horny when he showed up it wouldn’t be fair—you could even class it as sabotage, and so, you took matters into your own hands. What else did you have to help you?

It was still early in the morning, you had the whole day to yourself, and so you opened your phone and logged onto an incognito tab.

Your fingers moved across the keyboard, searching and researching. You tried all your go-to’s, but you knew you were screwed when you were on the third page of the search results and none of the videos were even close to what you wanted.

You wanted Hyunjin.

You even went as far as looking for actors who resembled him—but that was impossible. No one was anywhere near as beautiful as him. You were sure it was cosmically impossible for there to be more than one Hyunjin.

That thought, of course, led you to imagine the impossible scenario of having two of him pleasing you at the same time. Kissing and touching and groping and—

You groaned as you locked your phone.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and so you unlocked your private file on your phone.

There was only a handful of photos on there and even a few short videos he sent you during the times you were away from each other for too long.

You looked through each one of them carefully, taking your time to appreciate his body, his dick, his face, his moans.

After a few moments of just admiring you got to work, shimming your shorts off your body.

You went on for as long as you could—managing to pull out six orgasms before you had to stop and gulp in some air. It felt empty.

You weren’t nearly as satisfied as you thought you’d be, not to mention, you could only think about the look on your boyfriend’s face if he managed to get you to cum that many times in a row.

You dragged yourself out of bed, washing the sweat and stickiness off you in the shower quickly. You might’ve taken extra time touching your tits—still feeling the need to please yourself however you could—but that was between you and the shampoo bottles.

Once you were ready, hair mask washed off, you made your way into the living room accompanied by your soft lo-fi playlist.

Everything was exactly how you wanted it to be on your day off—curled up on the couch under your fluffy throw blanket.

A few dozen tiktoks later, the door opened, your boyfriend letting himself in with the pair of keys you gave him a few weeks back. He had a clear bag in the other hand—and you could already spot your favourite sweets in there.

“Jinnie!” You exclaimed with a grin, opening your arms in an invitation. You didn’t want to get off the couch just yet and considering your boyfriend was just about to join you anyway he didn’t mind.

“Y/N/N!” He parroted, kicking off his shoes by the door. He quickly put down his keys and the bag, rushing over to you as he skipped from side to side.

“How is my dimples doing today?” You asked after he fell into your arms.

“Tired, but practice was good,” he nodded at you. “Did you move today?”

“A little,” you said, scrunching your nose.

“Your hair smells nice,” he sighed contently, burying his face in your neck.

“I put a mask on it,” you said, touching the now softer locks.

“You started without me?” He gasped.

“I thought it would be best to avoid the shower part together,” you pointed out, eyebrows raised.

Hyunjin hummed at you, nodding in confirmation that you had the right idea.

“I bought those strawberry masks you like, and they were on offer so I got you an extra two to keep. And there was this lip scrub I wanted to try,” Hyunjin said, pointing at the bag on the table with his leg. “My lips are so dry.”

“It’s the weather,” you hummed.

“Or maybe I don’t get enough kisses,” he pouted up at you.

“Kissing makes your lips drier,” you countered.

“False,” he shook his head.

“And the fucking stubble burn makes my chin and lips crack,” you said with a huff.

“I get stubble burn, too,” he raised his eyebrows.

“From what?” You gasped at him.

Hyunjin moved his eyes towards your crotch before looking up at you pointedly.

“Complaining, are we?”

“No! But I’m just saying,” he shrugged.

“And I’m just saying, you haven’t done that in ten days.”

“Why are you counting?” Hyunjin giggled.

“Because there’s nothing left to do,” you sighed dramatically.

“Oh, shut up,” he chuckled. At that he lifted himself off your body, easily making his way into the kitchen.

“Do you want peppermint tea or camomile?”

“Peppermint please,” you grinned at him, getting up.

“No, no, where are you going?” He stopped you with his hand up in the air.

“To get the hairbands?” You said, matter of fact.

There was a very clear routine in place, familiar, and you were simply following it.

“You, sit. I am man, man gets hairbands. Man makes tea.”

“Okay, man,” you rolled your eyes. But you snuggled deeper into your blanket nonetheless.

Soon Hyunjin offered you the warm cup of tea before he skipped over to your room to grab your matching pink hairbands. They had bear ears attached to them, and Hyunjin smiled softly to himself as he pushed the plush fabric up to his hairline. He plopped yours over your head (he knew it was yours since it had your foundation colour on it, stains that wouldn’t come off no matter how many times you washed it) and helped you push it up past your forehead.

After that he grabbed the edge of your blanket and frappes it over his legs.

Then he grabbed your phone, opened it easily since the passcode was your anniversary, and started queuing songs on your spotify.

It was all as it should be.

Once the tea was finished—Hyunjin telling you all about the drama unfolding between the new trainees in the studio across from theirs—you both put your mugs to the side.

“Am I allowed to get the masks?” You asked with a raise of your brows.

“Nope,” he grinned, jumping up and running towards the bag. As if you were gonna race him.

He plopped back down on the couch, bag in hand, and unloaded its contents. First, the strawberry face masks, and then the lip scrub, and then your sweets, and then some cherry flavoured lip balm, and then a new body lotion that “even has glitter in it!” and then a replacement of your moisturiser that Hyunjin may or may not have stolen from you.

“Anything else?” You joked as you looked down at the loot in your lap.

“Is there something missing? I can go out and—“

“Calm down, Jinnie,” you laughed, placing your hands on his forearms, “what’s up with you today?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged, “I just wanna make sure you have a nice relaxing day.”

You nodded.

“Are you having a relaxing day?” You double checked.

He nodded.

“Okay,” you agreed. “You first.”

You handed him the mask, offering your face over to him.

He wiped your face with micellar water and a cotton pad before slowly and delicately placing the mask on your face. After tapping around it a few times to make sure it was stuck on properly, and bopping your nose for his own amusement, Hyunjin announced he was done. You opened your eyes and grabbed the second mask, applying it to his beautiful face.

You let the masks set for twenty minutes—enough time for you to tell Hyunjin all about your plans for your sister’s birthday—and once you peeled them off and washed your faces it was time for the lip scrub.

Hyunjin grabbed “the wand”, as he called it, and scooped up a generous amount of the scrub before grabbing your chin.

You focused on his face as he spread the small grains over your lips—his eyes zeroed in on them. Your heart started beating faster as you felt a wetness pooling in your underwear at the attention he was giving you. You took in a deep breath.

“You’re too far away,” he muttered to himself, scooting closer. He grabbed your thighs, pulling himself towards you, then lifted your shins to place them on either side of his body.

You could easily place your forehead on his, and so you did.

“Close enough?” You whispered.

“Could never be close enough,” he shook his head simply. You scooted closer still, your hands settled on his thighs, smiling at him.

He grabbed your chin again, angling your face so he could scrub the product onto your lips.

Hyunjin puckered his lips at you, eyebrows raised. So you leaned in closer and kissed his lips.

“No,” he giggled, “pucker them.”

“Oh,” you giggled back, following his instructions as your eyes settled on how adorable he looked while he concentrated on his task. And, as much as you tried not to focus on it, you took a moment to realise the intense stare he held on your lips was accompanied by a fluttering in your pussy you tried so hard to ignore.

As Hyunjin moved the product on your lips in circular motions, you instinctively moved your hands up his thigh, playing with the string on his sweats casually.

Hyunjin swallowed visibly.

“Um,” he started, voice cracking lightly, “did you want to be closer?”

“Jinnie, I really don’t think that’s possible,” you said slowly, trying not to move your lips too much as you spoke.

“I mean like, uh, maybe I can be inside you?” He offered, avoiding your eyes completely as he looked around himself for a cotton pad to take off the excess product with.

“Uh,” you let out, feeling your heart race at his suggestion. “Well, that would definitely make us closer.”

Hyunjin nodded as he wiped your lips. “But are you sure? I mean, the bet.”

“Not like that,” he shook his head, “just to be close.”

“No moving?” You tried to confirm.

“If you want.” He handed you the products casually, keeping the routine going—even if the conversation was suggesting something entirely out of the ordinary.

You looked down at the small empty space between your bodies. You could very clearly see the outline of his erection through his grey sweats.

You licked your lips, tasting the coconut on them, noticing how soft they were.

Hyunjin was studying your face, the way your eyes moved from his lap to his lips a few times before you nodded.

“I don’t want to lose though,” you said, even though you didn’t really mean it that much. Sure, the prize was a very good one, but at this point you were starting to care a whole lot less about it.

“I miss you,” your boyfriend said, rubbing your shoulder softly.

You chuckled as you waved at him. “Hi!”

“I know,” he rolled his eyes, squeezing at your bicep, “I miss being close, I mean.”

“I would love to, if you think it’s okay,” Hyunjin grinned, “but we aren’t done with our skin care.”

“Of course,” he nodded seriously, “we can keep going like that.”

You smiled before shifting around to slip your shorts and underwear off.

“Do we need to warm you up or—“

“—no,” you scoffed, pulling on the knot tied on Hyunjin’s sweats. He laughed.

“Are you wet enough?”

“I came six times today,” you said casually, pulling his dick out of his boxers, “I’ve been wet since the morning.”

“Six?” He gulped, a small twang of jealousy in his voice. You weren’t sure if that was to do with the fact you got to cum or that he wasn’t involved in it. It was probably a bit of both, you thought.

You climbed onto his lap, pulling the blanket around yourself to stay warm and slowly with Hyunjin’s hands on your hips helping you sink down onto him, you got into position.

The pair of you let out a few breathy gasps at the almost foreign sensation, realising you both truly missed the feeling of Hyunjin inside you.

After a few small breaths, and a kiss on your shoulder, you grabbed the lip scrub and kept going.

“You’re really fucking wet,” Hyunjin sighed as soon as you wiped the excess product off. He used up every muscle in his body to concentrate on keeping still as you touched his lips—only now putting his thoughts into words. “Did you actually cum six times?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged.

“How?”

You could feel his dick twitching inside you as the words left his mouth.

“Are you sure you want to hear more details?” You cocked up an eyebrow. Hyunjin licked his lips.

“You can tell me if you want,” he said, lowly.

“No,” you chuckled, “I’m not trying to make this any harder for us.”

“Why are you complaining when you got to cum today?” He pouted.

“I’ve been cumming every day this month, actually,” you said simply. Hyunjin thrusted up at that.

“Hey!” You warned him, even if it was undermined by the small moan that you let out beforehand.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. That was just… a hot thing to say.”

“Do I need to get off?” You asked seriously, giving him a pointed look before applying some lip balm on his beautifully plush kissable lips.

“No, no, no,” he insisted, “stay close.”

After he applied lip balm to your lips, the pair of you shared a small kiss, and then you started massaging the moisturiser into his face.

He intertwined his fingers behind you, resting them on your lower back as he closed his eyes, completely content.

“I missed this,” he mumbled out softly, “your warm cunt and your smell and your wetness all over my c—“

You leaned down to kiss him, sighing into his soft cherry flavoured lips.

“You need to stop talking,” you warned.

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” he ignored you, opening his eyes as he stared right at you, his lids heavy.

“What did I just say?”

Still, he ignored you, unlocking his hands and trailing them to your hips. He pushed upwards, his dick nudging your sensitive spot gently.

“Jinnie,” you whined, “don’t do this.”

“Will you clench for me, baby?” He begged you, eyes wide and pleading in front of you.

“That is just as bad as moving.”

“Please. Just once, wanna feel how your cunt wraps around me so ti—fuuck.”

Hyunjin let out a louder moan when you repeated the action, pulling your body forward so your noses were touching. The new angle helped you feel the stretch even more, and it took all your self control and then some to stay still. Hyunjin was clearly losing his focus, you knew you had to stay strong for the both of you.

He pressed his lips against yours hungrily before thrusting up twice, his cock dragged against your walls so deliciously that your head fell backwards, allowing Hyunjin to press open mouth kisses to your neck.

You weren’t sure who started it, you or him, but soon you were bouncing up and down his dick repeatedly, your hands flat on his chest.

“Wait,” Hyunjin said breathlessly, holding your waist so you’d stop moving. “The bet.”

“Yeah,” you breathed in deeply. “The bet.”

You nodded at each other as you settled back down on your knees, once again staying perfectly still.

“Where were we?” He coughed, grabbing the moisturiser from where you discarded it on the couch, distributing a generous amount on the back of his hand before he started applying it to your face.

Once you covered all other areas, going through your joint skin care routine step by step, all that was left was a head massage to relax the face muscles.

You kissed Hyunjin softly, your faces still slightly sticky as the products all settled into your skins, and smiled at him as you pushed the hairband off his head, carding your hands through his hair.

You carefully unknotted his hair with your hands, slowly pressing your fingers into his scalp. His mouth hung open, his tongue poking out under his teeth as he relaxed into your touch, eyes fluttering shut.

His dick twitched inside you again, and you had to actively breath out to stop yourself from clenching. You weren’t sure you could play along with his bet any more if he made you stop again. So you just had to act like this was any other Wednesday and his dick wasn’t inside you.

But you didn’t want to complain too much, even just having him inside you without any movement was a huge improvement from the empty feeling you had until now and so you’d happily stay this close to him if that’s what Hyunjin wanted. You were greedy of course, of course you wanted all of him and you wanted it now—but if you could still win this bet while having his dick inside you, you would take it.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Hyunjin moaned softly, eyebrows scrunched as he melted into your touch.

You rubbed circles into his hair, moving up and down, focusing on his neck and his temples and anywhere that might have tension.

You dragged your nails up and down his scalp, something he’d asked for several times before, and smiled to yourself as his eyebrows raised themselves in pleasure.

Just when you were about to announce you were done and demand your weekly foot massage, Hyunjin squeezed your hips tightly.

“What is it, Jinnie?” You asked softly, unsure of what the squeeze was meant to tell you—he still hasn’t opened his eyes. Did he sense you were about to pull your hands away? Was he trying to tell you he wanted you to keep going?

“What does my pretty boy need?” You hummed, dragging your nails across his scalp one more time.

At that, Hyunjin’s head fell onto the back of the couch, his hips lifting as a long and loud groan left his chest.

You felt his dick pulsing inside you as he came, hard, a wet feeling dripping down your entrance as some of his cum leaked outside of your pussy.

His chest rose up and down heavily, his eyes blinking open as you admired his blissed out face, the way his jawline sat so proudly in front of you with his head tilted back.

He was outrageously gorgeous.

His thumb rubbed circles into your hips where he was still squeezing you, slowly loosening his grip as he came back down to reality, and in turn, came to terms with what just happened. In his own Hyunjin kind of way.

He brought his face into your chest, sobbing theatrically into your body.

“I tried so hard! I was trying so so hard,” he practically wailed, “We lost!”

“Yes, yes,” you patted his head comfortingly, “it’ll be alright.”

“We lost!”

“What were you expecting was gonna happen with you inside me?” You chuckled.

“I thought I could be strong!” He threw his head back, dragging you closer to him. “How could you let me fail so spectacularly?”

“I literally warned you,” you rolled your eyes.

“You let me crash and burn,” he shook his head, “betrayed by my own girlfriend.”

“Will you stop,” you pushed at his chest, laughing loudly at his antics. “It’s not my fault you came from literally nothing.”

“Nothing? I had my favourite girl around me scratching my head and playing with my hair. That’s literally what I imagine heaven looks like.”

“Right,” you rolled your eyes fondly. “How does it feel to be the third one out?”

Hyunjin groaned. “And after the two most obvious ones. Seungmin is gonna tease me to death about this.”

You laughed at him before slowly pushing yourself up, dripping down his sweats and over your fluffy blanket.

You grabbed your shorts off the floor before announcing you were going to get cleaned up quickly.

“Wait, can I make you cum please?” He asked, so softly. You would’ve melted right there and then if it wasn’t for the slight soreness starting to build up in your body. You were sat on his lap for a fair amount of time, feeling him stretching you out, not to mention your adventures from the morning.

“To be honest, I probably can’t go again today.” Hyunjin nodded. “But since we’re out anyway, you can do it anytime you want.”

You mirrored his grin, Hyunjin nodding at you before he let you go clean up the cum now running down your legs.

When you came back out the living room was already clean and organised, Hyunjin even put the blanket and his sweats into the laundry machine.

You wrapped your arms around him, grinning as you pecked his lips again and again and again.

“Do you still love me now that I’m a loser?” He pouted.

You laughed as you started, “you were a lo—“

“—yes, yes,” he rolled his eyes with a groan, “I don’t know why I even asked.”

“I love you still, Jinnie. Maybe even more now.”

“How come?” He asked as he rubbed his nose against yours.

“Because every day I fall more… yeah, no, I can’t say it,” you scrunched your nose up in fake disgust.

“It’s okay, I know you fall in love with me more every day,” he completed the cliche for you with a grin so big little dimples appeared by his eyes.

“Okay, you be the cheesy one, I’ll order some food.”

“No, that’s fine, I can do that—“

“—I am woman. Woman order food,” you mocked him.

Hyunjin laughed at you, his whole face laughing with him, before he pulled you into a hug and squeezed you.

As you ordered the food, Hyunjin sent a message to the group chat.

hyunjin: i’m out.

jisung: already? you suck.

hyunjin: you didn’t last 48 hours!!!

jisung: that’s not what your mum said

chan: please don’t

seungmin: han what does that even mean

minho: eliminated ❌

hyunjin: put my face up in the sky like the hunger games

jeongin: hyungs, sorry but all of us would die in five minutes if we were in the hunger games

chan: yep.

changbin: i wouldn’t

chan: yep!

seungmin: you’d get hungry and die

chan: actually yep to that

changbin: i’d get good sponsors because of my charming looks and they’d feed me forever

felix: yep!!!!

felix: and don’t worry hyunjin, next year you can try again!

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[unsaidthingsj2e]

Promise i don't forget all of my fault in this

Summary : After Jude broke your heart, he can't help but regret how he did it. Loosing his best friend of 10 years is not something he knows how to cope with

a/n : here is part 2 to this fic, probably not what you were expecting but i like it this way better!

english is still not my first language so if any sentence doesn't make sense or if typos are hiding in there, i apologize!! (+ this is even barely proofread sorry)

title is a lyrics from Best by Gracie Abrams

To the eye of anyone else, his life looked like a dream.

With his career predicted to continue its raising towards a legendary peak, a beautiful girl he genuinely was in love with at his side and a promise of everything going his way in life, it seemed like the equation was solved.

The thing is, it was solved, he found x, he had x but he also threw x away, thinking it wasn't necessary to his well-being.

The problem is, x was his ex-lover, ex-best friend, ex-childhood friend. When he made the decision to leave her behind, he thought he did the right thing.

Breaking her heart was the hardest thing he ever had to do, but he knew she wouldn't have survived seeing him with a new girl while still being in his life. He knew if given the option, she would've stayed at his side, as a best friend, a friend, an acquaintance. So in his mind, breaking her heart, leaving her with a lost soulmate was the best decision, for her.

He had not anticipated how much it would hurt him as well.

He spent the first week feeling unbelievably lighter. Lying to her, going out with his girl behind her back and cheating were not things he had enjoyed doing. He knew he had no right to be sad or even to complain about anything, being the one doing the cheating and not being cheated on.

He was certain if younger Jude could, he would find a way to travel in time and hunt current Jude down until the end of his days. She used to be so much more than an ex-lover.

Ever since primary school, she had been the only constant thing in his life. He had other friendships that he grew out of, he had girlfriends that wouldn't last enough time for him to even get attached, and he now had fans that would forget about him in a few months. But she was always there, and that's what made him think she was the perfect match for him.

He already loved her and they got along better than any other friends, he knew her inside out and still admired her, he already went through hell and back by her side. It made sense that what he was feeling was romantic love. And perhaps it was at first, or maybe it never was, he could not pinpoint the moment he realized he made a mistake and confused platonic feelings for romantic ones.

It's the fact that she realized so much faster than him that scared him, and that made the process happen so much faster. She managed to watch the light fade from his eyes before he could put a name on what was happening in his head when he looked at her. She noticed the nature of the blank stares he would be stuck in and deep down, she knew.

Tonight marks the third week since he broke her heart, and his guilt laced with longing is eating him alive. Because today was the 22nd of the month, day on which, every month without a miss, they would meet up one way or another to watch movies and gossip and catch up on lost time due to their busy schedules.

It had become a tradition since they were kids, Jude had to conceal football and school and ended up being able to spend less time with her. A June 22nd, she had voiced her worries of him forgetting her in the whole process, so he promised at least every month, she would get a night of his full undivided attention.

It was never just movies, some 22nd's were spent on her house's roof, stargazing while sharing terrifying thoughts about growing up, about feelings taking a meaning, others were spent driving around your hometown, signing along to their shared playlist.

But it always was on the 22nd. Twelve 22nd's a year, twelve nights to ensure their hearts were still each others.

Tonight's 22nd was the first one in eight years they weren't in each other's presence or on a videocall. On this 22nd, Jude decided he had to face his feelings. He was done hiding them and pretending this didn't affect him, he lost someone who was dear to him no matter who was to blame.

Coming home from practice, where his performance were mediocre at best, and ended in his coach voicing his worries about his mood and its affect on his stats lately, Jude was worn off.

Turning his keys in the door lock, his eyes fell down on the red phone cabin keychain he reluctantly kept after she forced him to. He had playfully refused to do so at first, claiming this was too much of a tourist thing to even just buy, let alone display on his keys. But she had argued that this would be a fond way to remember every place they had traveled to.

Not realizing he had been staring at the keys lost in thoughts for a few minutes, not making any moves to enter, a soft voice got him out of this haze.

"Jude, is that you?" He heard his girlfriend ask from the other side of the door, voice uncertain and fear audible

"Yes, yes it's me darling. Sorry about that I kinda zoned out", Jude rushed to explain while opening the door, noting how scary hearing the quiet sound of keys fumbling into the lock would've been from her point of view.

He stepped into his house, immediately face to face with his lover, whom he engulfed into a bone crushing hug almost as quickly.

"Today's the 22nd" he mumbled into her hoodie "It sucked, 'm feeling like shit and I did bad at practice"

One thing he made sure to do with any partner of his, was to make sure they both felt safe enough to share any thought, not wanting to hold the weight of any information by themselves. Therefore, he had told her everything about his feeling about his ex best friend, how much he missed her and everything about their moments ; including the 22nd tradition.

"Yeah, i figured you would- not do bad at practice, feel like shit i meant" she answered while playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, simultaneously rubbing comforting circles into his back.

"I just- it's so frustrating. I'm the one who broke things off, I got the fucking good side of things and here I am whining about it.", squeezing her body harder, Jude tried another way to convey the emotions that invaded every cell of his body, feeling like words aren't enough. Before he could continue, she interrupted his rant.

"Jude, hun, we talked about this. You did break things off but it was needed, even she could tell things weren't the same anymore. But she was your best friend, shit like that hurts even if it was the best option at the time", this conversation was held almost every day, he was convinced his feelings were not justified because of the way he handled the situation.

"Yeah, I know, my feelings are valid and all this bullshit, doesn't mean it doesn't feel unfair" he moved from the embrace to take his shoes off, focusing on the task to avoid his lover's eyes "I mean, I miss her so much and it's so selfish considering she's probably in her head overthinking the authenticity of every moment we ever spent together, I'm literally a piece of shit". His shoe laces weren't cooperating, seemingly in sync with his conflicting emotions. With a groan, he gave up, throwing himself on the floor with his back on the door, his head resting on it, looking up the ceiling.

She gently crouched down next to him, rubbing his thigh in hopes to calm him down with the soothing movement. "I won't lie and say she's thriving right now, because let's face the truth, it definitely destroyed her-", at this statement, Jude banged his head on the door, "-but. But it was a shitty situation that needed to be dealt with in a shitty way. You missing her is not you being selfish, get that out of your pretty head."

Now on her knees beside him, she brought her other hand on his cheek, nudging him to make eye contact with her. Her gaze was full of empathy for his internal struggle, understanding his part, but also seeing hers. "Did you-" she stopped for a second when he finally looked back at her, eyes glossy, "Did you think about reaching out to talk to her? I'm aware you don't want to do it because you're scared she'd come back and end up hurting more. But. If not for you, do it for her? You haven't seen her since you broke things off, and she didn't even get the chance to talk, she probably is dying to find closure in a way"

"You're probably right, she deserves it. I'm just not even sure she'd want to meet up though. I wouldn't want to see someone who is as much of a dickhead as I am. Good motives or not, I did this badly." Jude did not lack self awareness concerning this situation. It's because he knows her so well that he knew the words he used would wound her deeply, although unintentionally.

Voice barely above a whisper, he shamefully admits, "Sometimes, I don't even want her to get closure. God that sounds so bad but. I don't want her to forget about me, about us. 10 years of friendship is a fucking long time, I don't want her to wipe this off her memory because I was an asshole"

Not even bothering to correct him, and uselessly try to convince him he isn't an asshole, she instead continued, "Please, talk to her, she probably doesn't want 10 years worth of memory to be tainted by this ugly night. And it's been due, for both of your sake." She felt helpless in front of her boyfriend's misery, and would do anything to help it be less intense and all consuming. "Don't let her spend her first 22nd in eight years all alone, thinking you hate her", slowly detangling his shoe lace and tying it back the right way, she moved to kiss his forehead. "Be patient and let her time to voice her thoughts, yeah?"

He stood up, and took his time to take the woman in front of him in, he felt incredibly lucky this exact second. Any other woman would be fuming with jealousy at the thought of their man going to see their ex-girlfriend that they've known for half their life. He hated to think that getting her had to come with losing his best friend. "Okay, yeah, okay i'm going then. I appreciate you so much for this, thank you for understanding."

a/n : you guys : "part 2 w reader living her best life n Jude wanting her back!!"

me : "how about no?" i actually wrote about 6 different start to this but it always felt off, knowing how brutally Jude left reader?

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham angst #footballer blurb #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham x you

[filmbyjy]

WOLF JAKE(1)

— main HYBRID masterlist

SUMMARY: you had grew up with jaeyun since you were young. however, what happens when you fell in love with the wolf hybrid?

WORD COUNT: 725 words

warnings: i feel like the ending is angsty :( majority it's fluff. don't worry, the next few episodes of jake's will be happier :)

NOTE: god why is this so sad :'D sorry besties <3

many who came across a dense forest would surely be smart enough to not go in. especially when there were possibilities of cayotes, rabid animals and most importantly...wolves.

many were surprised to find out there was a possibility of hybrid wolves. they were practically similar to the legend of werewolves. they were human in the day but on full moon, they turn to terrifying beasts. ones that could possibly bite your meat clean off the bones.

however, you were not one to fear. not when you lived with a wolf hybrid since birth.

"jaeyun! fetch!" your dad throws a frisbee into the air and jaeyun catches it with his mouth. your dad chuckles. "buddy, we are learning to be more human-like before you go to school. humans don't catch frisbees with their mouth."

"sorry." jaeyun's tail wags. one of his ears flops down, seemingly like a dog. he was obviously not a dog.

both you and your mom watched him and your dad from the dining room. you smiled when jaeyun smiles. he had such a charming smile...and mayhaps you fell for it.

but how could you? he was practically like a stepbrother to you. your parents took him in since he was a pup because his parents were killed in some accident and he had grown up with you. they call him son too. this was so wrong to even develop feelings for him.

"sweetie? are you alright?" your mom asks.

"yeah, i am." you got up. "i have some homework to do, the cake was delicious by the way, mom."

"oh thank you sweetheart. i have a new thing to add into the menu."

you walked over to your room. you hear a small knock and you noticed jaeyun peaking his head. you smiled a little.

"hey, something you need?"

"i umm want to talk about how it will be like in human school." jaeyun shyly says.

"sure, come here." you pat on your bed. jaeyun walks closer and settles down on your bed. his grey tail just hanging off your bed. "alright, what do you want to know about school?"

"is it scary? how do i make friends? uhh relationships with girls and how do i approach them."

"jaeyun, you have to slow down. how about i answer the first question." he nods. "well school is a little scary. the only scary thing is just homework really and math. you like numbers though so i'm sure you'd love math. you did well while being home-schooled."

"what about friends?"

"they can come to you or you could approach them. i'm sure you're pretty extroverted at times. you're adorable too so there won't be a problem when people try to approach you."

"umm girls?"

"jaeyun, you don't have to worry about that now. school is more important. we are only high school seniors."

"exactly! i'm scared. what if girls don't like me because i'm weird. what if i can't get a girlfriend."

"trust me, jaeyun. you'll be able to. you're good looking and charming. there is no way the girls in my school wouldn't fall for you. there might even be a chance that you could be the popular guy on your first day too."

"what if someone wants to kiss me." jaeyun pouts.

your heart races. right, someone might date and kiss jaeyun...

you smiled, "you shouldn't just let any girl kiss you. unless...you want to become like those fuckboys in teen movies then go ahead."

"nooo i don't."

"then only kiss the girl you trust and truly love."

"like you?" jaeyun innocently asks.

you felt your face heat up. you looked away from jaeyun.

"i don't think the way you love me is the same as when you get a girlfriend, jaeyun." you chuckled a little. "that kind of love is the kind of love mom and dad are. between us...it's just like sibling."

"ah, i think i get it!" jaeyun smiles, "thank you, (name)!!" jaeyun hugs you. he was always affectionate.

as soon as he leaves your bedroom, you laid down.

jaeyun was never going to be your boyfriend. he would have a girlfriend and they will eventually get married. he was going to leave both you and your family. he was forever only going to see you like a sibling.

you sighed.

this was your fate.

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[haikyuuwaifu]

Ch.2

Genre: Humor

Warnings: Swearing, Mentioned Violence, Creepy Guy behavior

MASTERLIST

GROCERY STORE INCONVENIENCE

Suna let out a sigh as he rubbed a hand over his tired face. It was evening, and thankfully, the supermarket he was currently occupying was mostly empty. It didn’t make him feel any better at the fact that he was the one currently doing the grocery shopping, but Samu was busy working an event; and Suna was the picture of perfect boyfriend material. Grabbing a cart, Suna whistled a little ditty to himself, as he made his way over to the produce. 

The one saving grace of not having Osamu with him, was the fact that the man could do the shopping however he pleased. As much as he loved his boyfriend, he knew the chef could be an absolute stickler for proper grocery shopping protocol. Making his way through produce, Rintaro began filling his cart with the ingredients on his shopping list. 

In another part of the store,  Y/n was debating on two different packages of meat. Now that she was back home for good, she knew she needed to start grocery shopping regularly. “I usually go with the bigger cut.” A voice behind her supplied, causing the woman to startle. Turning, she was met with a creepy grin that made Y/n’s insides feel a little too murky. She gave the stranger a tight-lipped smile, and proceeded to try and carry on with her shopping. The man behind the meat counter watched on, unsure of how the situation would play out. “I haven’t seen you around here, you new in town?” The creep quipped, taking a step further into Y/n’s space. Y/n took a step away from him, one of her hands gripping her bag, and the other gripping the basket in her hand tightly. “Sir, I’m trying to do my shopping, I would appreciate it if you left me alone.” She stated, leaning away as the man leaned in. “Oh, don’t be like that cutie, I’m just being friendly.” Y/n could only roll her eyes, trying in vain not to hit him with her empty basket. “She said to fuck off asshole, what are you not understanding?” A voice behind them hissed. Y/n leaned over to see a rather tall man standing with a half full grocery cart. His posture was a bit slouchy, but Y/n could only assume it was out of sheer laziness and not a debilitating health problem. 

She would be proven correct when the mystery man stood to his full height, easily towering over the creep in front of her. “How about you fuck off and leave me and my girlfriend to our business.” The creep quipped, reaching out to grab Y/n’s hand. Y/n in turn, side stepped the man and managed to get around him and toward the tall stranger. He at least, seemed like he wasn’t going to wear her skin as a body suit. “As you can clearly see, she’s not interested.” The man quipped, giving the creep a lazy once over. “Get the hell out of here before I call the police.” The creepy guy leered, giving Y/n a smile. “Think your little boytoy can protect you forever do y-” Before the man could finish his sentence, he was on the ground. Above him, was the sight of an angry face and matching fists. Y/n let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Makki as Issei laid waste into the creep. Next to them, Kenma was on the phone calling the police. “Thank god!” Makki sighed, pulling Y/n close. “How the hell did you guys even know I was here?” Y/n sighed, leaning into her friend. Kenma had hung up by now, and the three watched as Issei continued his beating. “Your secretary said you left early to get your groceries. We wanted to see if you wanted to get dinner.” Kenma noticed the man behind  Y/n and gave him a nod. “Rintaro.” Suna gave Kenma a lazy wave as he watched Issei. 

Y/n turned and bowed lowly quietly thanking the tall stranger. “S’not a big deal sweetheart.” The man supplied, moving back toward his cart. “Let’s get together for lunch soon Kozume, I’ve got a few questions for you.” The blonde could only scoff, knowing good and well what his friend wanted to ask him. Suna watched as Y/n left, his curiosity definitely peaked.

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#sunday kind of love #haikyuu tobio #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #suna rintaro imagine #osamu x suna #suna x reader #suna x female reader #haikyuu suna #osamu x reader #osamu x female reader #osamu imagine #osamu scenario

[plaindangan]

Heeeeello! Let me welcome you to the ask work! I hope you will have fun, big smooches.

Anyway now for the ask.

(No hopes peak AU Shuichi X Kaede) Saihara Shuichi did it! He’s finally a full fledged detective! Admitedly he’s still very not confident in himself and shy, especially around girls (which his uncle and mentor told him more than once, causing a lot of cute reaction from the admitedly quite feminine looking (except for what’s under his pants~) emo-looking femboy)

And today he’s going to take on his very first case alone! Well he wished he had an assistant but it’s not like he had many friends, and kaito his quite busy being in space as we speak. But anyway, his mission is simple, investigate and find who could be behind the theft of an expensive necklace at a very high-ranked gentleman club .. well, admitedly it looks more like a theatre, especially considering the fact the main attraction, the pianist, who is also the one who owned the necklace, is the reason why it’s so popular, some say she’s the new reincarnation of a sexy seductive Venus! .. and some says part of her body are so large they could be confused with planets, but it’s not like Shuichi liked curvy girls in particular. (It’s a lie, he DEFINITELY has a ultra thicc tall girl kink. Funny considering his own butt his incredibly large for a boy.) Uh, funny, she has the same name as his childhood friend crush who he told he was gonna marry when he was very young. Anyway hopefully it will go well!

(Spoilers, after that adventure a lot of problem are fixed, he has a girlfriend, good income, AND an assistant… hopefully he would be able to focus around her~)

(If you don’t like some part don’t hesitate to contact me in my dms so we can change what’s wrong , also Kaede is definitely gonna wear an ultra sexy dress~… or lewder~)

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

They say that reality has its perks...and boy was Shuichi realizing that even the rumors her heard about Club Harmony's owner tended to not live up to how magnificent the truth was.

When he first got there, the club owner, Kaede Melodic (a name that brought back nostalgia memories...but certainly couldn't be her) was in the midst of her show. Beautiful, radiant, blonde hair that seemed to glow under the spotlight. Fingers that graced and played a melody that could rival even famed pianists in terms of skill. That had hypnotized every person, male or female, with its tune.

And, yes, there was no shame that she was incredibly sexy. Her curvy body was coated in a purple dress, that was hardly leaving much to the imagine in terms of covering her incredibly large breasts that seemed to dwarf friggin' solar systems, which seemed to jiggle ever so slightly as she played - enough to ensure people's eyes would remain on her show no matter what!~

When the taller woman stood up, giving a demonstration on how much said dress clung tightly to her body and how said dress had plump thighs exposed, people found themselves hollering like crazy. Shuichi only barely resisted doing the same, but did find himself clapping just as intently...hm? She had winked at the crowd, which earned even more fervor...but why did it feel like it was aimed at him. Like specifically?

Dismissing such thoughts, Shuichi had to wait until after clean up and the other patrons left, before he could meet his client. Knocking on the door of her dressing room he heard a sultry voice from behind it: "Come in!~" "Ah, ma'am, I'm hear to talk ab-oh!?" Her face turned bright red as he bared witness to Kaede as she sat in front of her dressing mirror, seemingly putting on her make-up. As it turns out, Kaede's dress was a backless one...and boy did it reach low. Just low enough that large peach that she calls her rump was partially exposed...and the fact it didn't seem like she was wearing underwear!! Shuichi began to stammer out, half embarrassed and thinking he should leave....and 'another part' of him stirring, getting him excited as he couldn't bare to turn away!

Kaede noticed through her mirror, and a small smile formed from her plump lips. Turning around and standing up (which had the effect of Shuichi realizing how much this woman towered over him), she sauntered up to him, hips moving ever so seductively. Stopping when she was right in front of him - of giving him a personal closer at her enticing breasts - said smile turned almost cheeky in nature.

"Like what you see, Detective?~ You always were a lover of the 'larger' side of life!~" That smile...that playful tone...it was then that the pieces finally put into to place for Shuichi. This was...his precious friend Kaede! Kaede Akamatsu!~

"I-It's you!? I-I didn't expect! I mean! I..." Kaede giggled at Shuichi's reactions and wagged her finger teasingly.

"What? That I'd grow up looking like a total bombshell? That'd I be just your type?~" she teased and pulled the detective in for a hug. A hug that had him face first in what seemed to be the world's softest set of boobs most would dream of getting a glimpse of!~ Doesn't help that the rest of his body was so pressed up against her alluring one which were as equally amazing...especially to that 'other part' of him that was barely containing itself.

"Pssh, the case can await a bit later...I've been so eager to talk to you ever since I saw that ad for your agency online! We have so much to discuss...and to do?~" That sultry voice came back and, as Shuichi glanced up, he could see a lustful smirk on her face. Slowly, Kaede reached down and grabbed at the detective's bottom. Even for a guy, Kaede could tell he had an ass that most girl's would envy. His pants seemed to be just straining to keep himself

"Aaaaah~" He moaned out, face flushed and flustered. Only encouraging Kaede to continue, pulling down both his pants and boxers....after a couple of tries given how tightly they clung to him. Once off, she was practically salivating as she squeezed and rubbed the pale rump in her midset. Jiggly and squishy to the core. Kaede could play with it all day.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one to grow up into something stunning!~ I could just sit you down and play with this all day.....but I can feel something else clamoring for my attention!~" By now, Shuichi couldn't hide it. Her large, thick, rod was now fully poking at Kaede's thighs. Just begging and throbbing to be place between them!~ Something looked ever so apologetically about.

"K-kaede! I-I'm so-!!" Her was about to apologize before a kiss broke such thing....and he found himself getting lost in how sweet it felt!~ A silent answer: there was nothing to be apologetic about!

As Shuichi felt her slender fingers reach around, softly grip at his member, stroke it (or to be exact 'play it' as if it was a piano key) and eventually situate itself in-between her awaiting thighs...he knew that this was going to be quite the long night before the case could ever actually be talked about.

The first of many long nights as, with Kaede's help, they found the thief responsible...and she happily stuck around!~ Club Harmony became a place where Shuichi could use as a second office, where both could conspire to figure out their next case, to 'investigate' each other's bodies some more...

To eventually get married in!~

#DRakamatsu-R18 #DRsaihara-R18 #coweade asks

[wr3nns]

THANKS TO THEM SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT SERIOUSLY I'M GOING TO TALK ABOUT THINGS

I can't believe the possession and Flapjack death predictions were actually correct.

The way he calls him "Flap" I'm. I'm going to perish.

He liked himself he was happy he was content he had a positive self-image and then they just had to go and. They just went and. They just.

I just kept thinking about how much of a hell all those little details must have been to animate and they did so so so WELL I'm so impressed and happy with the results it's so pretty and full of life and character. The little rainbow heart pin on Camila's jacket, the costuming details, the stitching, the little character motions, the expressions, the shapeshifting, the magic, the.

THEY BROUGHT OUT THE FRAMES. the frames the frames the frames the frames the fra

their moodbuilding and tension and the atmosphere and

that fight scene was so so so so so so cool and epic and magnificent and the slow build of dread and unease and how it manifests and hits that peak and then it's just outright FEAR and

Amity was gonna surprise her with the rebus and the clue and the puzzle and she was gonna give her girlfriend something with hope and she was gonna give her a nice surprise and she was gonna do a nice sweet thing and

and Luz accidentally outing Hunter bc she's just so freaked out and scared and not in the right headspace and they're having a MEDICAL PROBLEM and she doesn't know what to do and

and BOTH of them getting outed and the others not blaming them or getting upset over it because

and GUS HAS KNOWN THE WHOLE TIME YOU CAN SEE IT YOU CAN TELL LOOK AT HIM

THE GIRAFFE

Willow taking up photography and Hunter getting really into sewing and Vee becoming more her own person with her own shape and image and self-expression and

The haircut, the book, how he nudges the book away a little bit

Amity not knowing how the library boxes work and getting freaked out by their mechanics and aefkjakjlef she's so silly I love her

the fashion the outfits the montage the physical representations of the passage of time my HEART

Gus with the little magic amplifier pendant earring and

"Hey Belos, Remember me?" AND CLEARLY HE DOES BECAUSE HE GOT MORE AGITATED

HUNTER FINALLY GETTING TO TELL OFF BELOS

THE FRAMERATE THE FRAMERATE THE FRAMERATE

NEVER GOING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT ANYTHING EVER AGAIN HOW COULD THEY HOW COULD THEY

nonbinary masha yes yesss i remember seeing the nails and just doing so much hand flapping because YESSSSS

sgregafrgsergserg jacob. everyone is so fed up with him it's always so funny asdkjfnjkleawh

THE VOICE OF THE LEGION THE REVERB THE

H

i'm good i'm cool i'm awesome i'm great everything is fine and dandy and nice and

i mean Hunter is made in part of palistrom wood and

WHERE DOES THE PORTAL OPEN UP WHERE DOES IT LEAD IN THE DEMON REALM WHERE WILL THEY SHOW UP WH

luz's human mom can finally meet her owl mom,,, and her demon brother,,, and

Hunter. finally finally finally being able to cry openly and being able to cry when he was always holding back the tears before you could SEE IT but now he's part of the family... and he gets to be emotional,,, and Luz gives him a little hug

and he can't hold back the tears for Flapjack. that was his emotional support palisman. actually. like really actually you can see it. that was his emotional support palisman. seriously. like actually his emotional support animal. his best friend.

but he'll be okay because he has family and a support system and there's gotta be a possession recovery thing in the demon realm, i mean it just. i mean. man's gonna find some books i just know it. that's what he does. he reads.

he hasn't seen his face yet he doesn't know. he doesn't know

gus and willow i love you i love you you're best friends you match each other's energy you're so silly you're so powerful you're so supportive you're so wonderful

he wants to play flyer derby with his friends. he has friends. he wants to play flyer derby with his friends. he

give the palisman a kiss too,,,, camila is such a good mom, Luz is such a good kid, i love them they're so good so good so wonderful

i want to draw

the sheer amount of little background details is stunning. i'm in awe. the little character traits too.

hunter with a mullet but at what cost. is he gonna get another haircut

is belos just hanging out on the other side of the portal? Why did he even want to go back there??? i thought he wanted to be in the human realm. maybe he needs more palismen. what would he go back.... hmmmmm.....

the huntlow moments are so sweet and wonderful and i love them they're so good i love them

the lumity moments the little light spell amity made the fact that glyphs work in the presence of titan's blood. would glyphs be more powerful around king. he could use glyphs, since they're just symbols and stuff, and he can draw, we know that,

willow willow willow willow

VEE!! she's just got the one face, just the one. just one. her little transformation sequence was so cute,,, kinda like a coming out, like this is how i wanna be now, introducing myself.

SPEAKING OF WHICH the lumity studios presents.... yes yes yes yes yes yes yes YES!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!

playing in the rain,,, in the mud,,, sillies. lovelies. little children. i love them oh my gosh they're so wonderful

I love this show

#toh #the owl house #the owl house season 3 #the owl house spoilers #Thanks To Them #tohspoilers #owlhousespoilers #thankstothemspoilers #wr3nns ramblings #having a lot of feelings right now. goodness. wow

[aboynameddash]

august

hello hi we’re peak summertime and boy has it been a roller coaster. The summer started out in a funk - I hated where I lived and even more so, I hated my neighbors. At one point I kept anticipating bad things happening to me because 1) that was around the time terrible things happened to me two years in a row and 2) I just fucking hated my living situation due to victor and my strange ass neighbors. The only perk I got was going to Barry’s bootcamp where I developed a crush on my barry’s instructor whom I originally thought was gay...but then realized he was straight when he mentioned something about a girlfriend and then followed it with “jk so and so is thinking, aint nobody gonna lock this guy down” and I’m here like....wait, he’s straight?! That followed along with the next few weeks, he made a point to ask me for my name, call me out and etc. Sure, it’s because I’m one of his regulars, but then I decided to follow him on instagram to SHOW my interest... no surprise he followed me back but from time to time he’ll give me a like or two on a full body picture. And then came that strange ass date with Jared who decided to look me up and follow me on insta also...except I never followed him back because why would I. The date wasn’t terrible, in hindsight, it went really well..Drinks, sex, in-n-out. The only real problem is other than that one night, I wasn’t that attracted to him. I’m sorry I’m really not attracted to low ambition men who “try” to get out of their job 10 years in...on top of that the company doesn’t even have equity for him. They also moved him out to miami which I think is lame the more that I think of it. Yes. It was so easy and effortless. I did enjoy my time but not nearly enough to do it again. Then there was those couple weekends back and forth between LA and San Diego -venice beach, urth cafe, santa monica, etc. with lisa. fourth of july bbq at her boyfriend’s house and then of course a week and a half in San Francisco was so lovely. but I’m not gonna lie, being back home with my car and dasher’s home felt like this is where I needed to be. Then of course, last week where krystl stayed and played and we...somehow ended up making seeking arrangement accounts and thats when I met up with some old finance guy this past weekend who ended up blocking me because I showed up at the wrong location and was late. he thought I was about to flake. I caught him off gaurd eating ice cream by himself before we sat down and had a fairly nice, but awkward chat. About an hour later, he slipped me 200 dollars and I was on my way. Would I do it again? probably. I hustle. Would I have dinner with him? I think if he didn’t block me I would keep his number and possibly hit him up again if he was in town but honestly something about it felt really odd. Krystl said, the only way to go into it is to only do it if I were gonna do it anyway if it were free. And honestly, $200 was just not enough for the time and effort it took to get there. Not to mention the looks we recieved from other people. Nonetheless, it has taught me a few things...I’m SO tired and don’t even feel burn when I get rejected or unmatched from these loser boys on bumble or hinge anymore. It’s like...why do I even bother trying to go on these dates if it’s free/these boys think they’re hot shit when they’re huge losers. Point taken. the guy that wanted to take me out last Friday, ended up unmatching me the second I told him I needed him to call me before I met up with him. Was I shocked? No. Glad? More than ever. I think it’s after how PATHETIC Craig was, I take every little sign as a bullet dodged. Honestly, time..I’ve got a lot of it. Energy and patience, I have very little of so anything that helps me weed out all the losers...THANK YOU. In fact, the last thing I wanna do is get ready and potentially spend a friday night with some guy I’m not even gonna vibe with. That’s a lot of recovery that needs to be done after.

[grimmsinn13]

Aphrodisiac—Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Series Pairings: Dark!Natasha x Fem!Reader, Dark!Wanda x Fem!Reader, Dark?Yelena x Fem!Reader, Dark?Kate x Fem!Reader

A/N: Everyone, this is straight up sinful. No smut yet, but there are some very triggering scenes in this chapter and it will probably only get worse or just stay the same from here, so please please please, again, read the warnings and be careful. Like I said, this is turning out darker than I expected. The chapters will probably be more this length or longer from here on out, and I’ll try to update regularly (but absolutely no guarantees on that because I’m an insanely busy person). Anyway, if this chapter doesn’t set well with you, please quit now while you can. You can also expect to see Yelena and Kate introduced next chapter.

Summary: Natasha kidnaps her target, but what happens when Nat decides she has better ideas planned than killing her? Her girlfriend Wanda will have no problem with it, but will the target’s girlfriends, Kate and Yelena, take kindly to seeing her missing?

Warnings: sadism, heavy weapon usage/weapon play, manipulation, again Sadistic!Dark!Natasha (and Wanda, which also needs to be a warning), dark themes, mention of killing, noncon, threatening, future Stockholm syndrome, I don’t know just please let me know if I missed anything because there’s probably more

Word Count: about 2.2K

You blinked your eyes open to find a surprisingly dimly lit, luxuriously large room. It wasn’t exactly that you were expecting there to be a harsh light, but the room had a soft, almost iridescent glow to it. Just a small amount of light was peaking out of the dark maroon curtains. Something about the room was daringly peaceful, a fact that you weren’t sure if you should allow yourself to be fond of. A sudden, gripping fear hit you when you found you were unable to sit up or move your arms. You craned your neck to the right, checking the door. Straining your ears as much as you could, all you could make out were faint, muffled voices coming from a far ways outside the door—likely from a different room. As if on command, however, the dangerously quiet voices stopped. Faint footsteps replaced the absent noise and you snapped your head back to its original position, including your shut eyes. If you pretended to be asleep, maybe you could buy yourself time to find a way out of here.

There seemed to be a brief exchange of indecipherable words right outside the door, although you could only make out one pair of footsteps. Perhaps your killer’s were so silent that it was impossible to hear hers. The door opened silently, all except the faint clicking of the doorknob, and only one woman walked in. The voice you heard was softer, much kinder, than your attacker’s. You could tell instantly it was a different person.

“I know you’re faking it. How did you think I knew to come in here in the first place?”

“How did…you know…?” You hesitantly spoke, slowly opening your eyes to see a beautiful porcelain face with forest green eyes full of pity, although you couldn’t tell if the pity was genuine or fake, hovering a ways above you.

“Well, darling, let’s just say I have a gift. You can relax,” she added, noticing your tense and nervous expression, “I asked Natasha to let me handle you. I told her she’d scare you away if she was the first thing you woke up to.”

Natasha…so that was her name. You didn’t dare question why you were still alive at all, or who the woman in front of you was, but that didn’t seem to matter seeing as she answered you anyway. It was as if she read your mind.

“My name is Wanda, dear. The only reason you’re alive is because my girlfriend seems to have taken a liking to you,” Wanda softy caressed your cheek, her hand gentler than her sharp words that brought you back to the reality you were living in.

You suddenly realized how sick and heavy your body felt, and you groaned slightly, tugging on the restraints you were in.

“It’s the poison working it’s way through your system, детка. Don’t worry, you’ll feel better soon.” The woman—Wanda, you recalled—gave you one last look before she turned around to walk out. “All you have to do is listen and things won’t be too hard for you.”

‘Listen’? What the hell did that mean? Did they think you were a kid or something? You weren’t going to knock over things off the shelves. As she left, you remembered your predicament again.

“Wait! But I can’t move!” You desperately cried out in a fleeting attempt for hope. You were met with no response from Wanda, but a different redhead with forest green eyes walked in the room. Your heart sank with dread as you instantly recognized the sadistic eyes of the assassin sent to kill you from last night. “No…” you whispered.

A smirk tugged at her lips.

“No? Well that’s a bit rude, малышка,” Natasha husked out dangerously.

A shiver went through your spine and shook your core. If you were going to die, at least it was by a woman as gorgeous as this. You took the moment to finally analyze her features—and they really were perfect. You envied her in a way. Her sparkling eyes, perfect jawline, beautiful cheekbones, auburn hair...a part of you could allow yourself comfort in knowing a deadly beauty like her would be your end instead of some boring way of dying…not like drowning or something stupid like that. If you were going to die, it may as well be by a breathtaking assassin that’s as beautiful as she is lethal, right?

“I don’t think I even need Wanda in here to know what’s running through that pretty little mind of yours,” Natasha stated cockily. Somehow, that was even hotter. Although, you’d have to admit that it took everything in your power to not actively slap her for the comment. Granted, you had restraints, but you didn’t want to be seen struggling in them. You needed her to trust you.

All your self-restraint got you, however, was a raised eyebrow from Natasha. The assassin didn’t seem impressed, but she did seem mildly amused. She must have been able to tell by your defiant glare that, even walking a fine line between life and death, you weren’t here to take anyone’s shit.

“Looks like you have more spunk to you than you did last night,” she growled dangerously.

Your stomach dropped.

“I didn’t-”

“Quiet,” she cut you off. You clenched your jaw slightly in mild irritation of her tone and at her way of speaking to you like she had the right, but your moment of insolence didn’t go unnoticed. “Oh, so the little brat is getting cocky, hm?”

A small fire ignited in your stomach and you felt a small amount of heat in a place where you definitely shouldn’t in your type of predicament.

“I didn’t mean to. Just…don’t talk to me like I’m a child,” you tried to explain yourself. “It pisses me off…I’m not good with disrespect.”

A firm hand grabbed your jaw tightly, and your eyes widened slightly.

“You didn’t seem to care last night with my knife to your throat. Perhaps we should go back to that…if it so pleases you,” she hissed sarcastically. “Because I clearly live to not piss you off, yeah?” Natasha shook her head incredulously. “You were lucky that I kept you alive. Maybe that wasn’t the right move…”

She released your jaw and walked to her closet and pulled out a pistol.

“W-what are you doing??” You yelped in fear at the gun, beginning to struggle as hard as you could against the ropes burning into your skin.

“I’m going to kill the brat in you,” she said simply, a dark expression on her face.

You went pale. The assassin called for Wanda, but you were sure that all your mind focused on was the gun. Only moments later, the witch walked in. Her eyes turned to you, and her soft, pitiful expression was twisted into one of hidden pleasure and amusement at your terrified look.

“Look at the poor thing...” Wanda spoke condescendingly, her voice dripping with fake-pity. “She’s practically shaking.”

“Well I am supposed to end her life, Wands,” the Russian cooed thoughtfully. “But I was gracious enough to spare her, for my own amusement of course, and I figured I’d deal with the consequences of the angry family later. I thought it would be worth it to have a pet around, but she seems very ungrateful. I’m going to need you to hold the brat down.” Her voice was low and deadly, but she spoke as if you weren’t in the room. Your existence was so far beneath hers, in her eyes, that you weren’t even worth acknowledging. But she wanted to make her words very clear about her intended actions so you were aware of everything you deserved. She was speaking about you like you were a child. Patronizingly.

You were confused at what she meant when she said ‘hold the brat down’ until you felt your restraints cut free by a cold knife Natasha was holding in her other hand. She pressed the blade to your wrist and the gun under your jaw, then leaned into your ear.

“It’s not hard to let you bleed out, too. That’s always an option.”

You were too scared to move. You only looked at her pleadingly, begging with your eyes, hoping that she wouldn’t hurt you. Or pull the trigger.

One shot.

That was the only thought that kept ringing through your mind. One shot and this was all over. One shot and she could kill you. Your life was in her hands, and you were completely at her mercy. You didn’t realize it at first, but once Natasha started chuckling at your fear, you became aware that you were shaking. The weapons were taken away from you and replaced with warm, tingling sensations holding down your body. There was no give to the hazy red restraints holding you in place when you tried to struggle. You were immobilized completely. Tears sprang to your eyes as you remembered Natasha’s words.

I’m going to kill the brat in you.

It rang clear for a moment in your head and you couldn’t help when a terrified whimper spilt from your lips. Natasha only flashed a smirk at Wanda and Wanda sighed dramatically, shaking her head in fake-disapproval as if she disagreed with Natasha’s methods. She had no problem keeping the restraints up, though. The assassin set her knife down on the nightstand next to the bed you were laying on, and the gun came back around to your head. You knew it was loaded. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind. She wasn’t just trying to scare you, the woman knew everything she was doing and just how to do it. You were praying she didn’t pull the trigger.

“I’m begging you,” you pleaded, “I’ll do anything. Anything you want, please, just don’t kill me. Whatever it is, I swear!”

“Anything?” There was a sadistic glint in her eyes.

You nodded vigorously, terrified of any outcome that this could lead to, but none more than death.

“All right…then prove it. Suck,” she demanded, stopping the gun so it’s barrel was pointed directly at your mouth. You started shaking even more, your task clear in what she wanted. Tears started sneaking down your cheeks as if they, too, were scared to move.

“Please…” your voice was barely a horse whisper as you held back a terrified sob. What if she pulled the trigger straight to the back of your throat as you did whatever you could to please the woman in front of you? She could end you in a moment.

“Oh? I thought you said anything. You have three seconds before I pull the trigger to begin.”

A petrified sob escaped you against your will and you opened your mouth, taking the barrel at surface level.

“Oh please. I know you can do better than that,” Natasha’s voice was irritated now as she shoved the barrel of the handgun down your throat. You gagged slightly and did your best to deep throat the gun as if your life depended on it—which, of course, it did. All you could think on repeat was, Don’t pull the trigger, please don’t pull the trigger. You hesitantly pulled away, a strand of your saliva connecting your mouth to the gun, and you slowly licked up the barrel, hoping the sight was enough to satisfy whatever terrifying craving for a show your kidnapper had.

I told you before, a voice whispered in your head, all you have to do is listen.

You realized it was coming from Wanda and you tried to take what small amount of comfort it offered and ignore the fear of knowing that she could access your mind to such lengths at any time.

“That was better,” Natasha pulled the gun away from you slightly, only to point it back at the top of your head. “But I’m afraid you still don’t know how to obey without question or hesitation. You haven’t proven that you’d do anything on command, which is what I need from you if you’re going to be a good toy for me. And until I kill every last part of you that dares to even think about disobeying me, I’ll have no use for you.”

Your eyes widened and you whimpered, begging your captor as she rested the wet barrel of the gun to your forehead, “Please, no, please, I’ll be better! I’m begging you, I’ll listen, I swear! I will…please…”

Natasha hummed softly in thought, then smiled darkly—the most terrifying thing you had witnessed thus far.

“I suppose it would be fun to watch you fall apart as I train you into mindless submission. Breaking you will be the most amusing thing yet,” she spoke dangerously low, lowering the gun. Then suddenly, she pointed it next to your head and fired in one swift motion at lightning speed, her years of training evident in that moment.

Your restraints were suddenly released as you felt yourself flinch in terror and turn to see the bullet hole in the wooden head bored inches away from where your head was. You were trembling. You slowly curled up into a ball on the bed, holding yourself into a pillow and crying softly. You didn’t even notice as the two women walked out of the room, Natasha chucking to herself, not even bothering to lock the door.

They knew you would never dare escape after that.

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Chapter 3

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[storiesforallfandoms]

hard day ~ pete davidson

word count: 2057

request?: yes!

“Hey can I request a Pete Davidson imagine where the reader has had a long hard day at set and dealing with papparazzi and Pete pampers her. Maybe ending in smut to make her feel special?”

description: after a hard day of filming, followed by an overwhelming run in with paparazzi, he decides to help her relax

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two)

The sound of the door slamming alerted Pete that his girlfriend was finally arriving home. She had texted him a few hours earlier to say she was being kept late on set, but neither one of them thought that she meant she’d be this late.

Pete craned his neck to peak around the doorway of the living room as he watched (Y/N) stomp up the stairs towards their shared room. He cringed as he heard that door slam shut as well. He knew this meant that (Y/N) wanted to be left alone, but he hated to leave her alone while she was so angry. So, he paused his show and got up to make his way to their room.

Instead of barging in, Pete stood outside their shared bedroom door and knocked. When there was no answer, he tried again.

“Fuck off,” came a groan.

“Hard day baby?” Pete asked her.

“Fuck off for a bit, Pete. I don’t wanna snap at you.”

Pete sighed and decided to leave her be. He knew it was best to let her blow off steam however she felt she had to, but it was hard when all he wanted was to take her in his arms and hold her until the bad went away.

An idea popped into his head. He moved from their bedroom to the bathroom down the hall. He began to run the bath and put some of (Y/N)’s favorite bubble bath in. He watched as the bubble rose so high that she would definitely disappear into them. While waiting for the hot water to cool down just enough that she could get in comfortably, Pete went down to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Once his de-stressing scene was all set up, he went back to their bedroom. Instead of knocking, Pete just walked in. He found his girlfriend laying face down on the bed. She was still completely dressed in her clothes from the day, which made him feel a slight twinge of sadness for her.

(Y/N) lifted her head just enough to look at Pete before letting it drop back down to the bed. “Go away.”

“I have a bath ready for you.”

(Y/N) rolled over onto her back and looked over at him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I think I did, actually. You seem very upset, and we both know how much you love a good bath to help calm down.”

(Y/N) looked at him for a moment longer. She had to admit he was right on that front. She loved to take a nice hot bath after a long, stressful day in order to calm down. But tonight she just felt extra stressed and frustrated to a point where it felt like even a bath wasn’t going to help her.

She couldn’t hold back her giggles as Pete lifted her into his arms and started carrying her towards the bathroom. He played her on the counter and began to strip her of her clothes.

“I think I know how to get undressed, Pete,” she joked.

“But it’s my favorite thing to do!” Pete responded, a goofy smile on her face as he pulled her pants and panties down her legs at the same time, leaving her completely naked in front of him.

“You do light up like a child on Christmas when I take my bra off,” she teased him, noticing his eyes lingering on her chest.

“Your tits are my favorite gifts,” he agreed, tweaking her nipple just once to satisfy the urge inside of him. (Y/N)’s legs tightened a little at the gesture. Pete noticed, but decided not to say anything just yet.

He helped her into the tub and poured her a glass of the wine.

“Aren’t you joining me?” she asked as she took the glass from him.

“I’ll join you in a nice glass of this expensive wine we have,” he said. “But this is your de-stressing bath. I’ll just sit here and watch and drink for a while.”

“That’s romantic,” she said, sarcastically. “I take a nice hot bubble bath all by myself, while my boyfriend sits on the toilet.”

“Hey, could be worse. I could also be naked while I’m sitting here. Imagine how weird that would be.”

(Y/N) crinkled her nose before she started to giggle. Pete smiled as well, feeling a sense of pride in making her laugh.

They both sat together for a while, just sipping their wine. (Y/N) felt her body relaxing in the hot water as she laid her head back against the wall behind her. This really was what she needed after such a long day, whether her more frustrated self wanted to admit it or not.

“What had you so worked up in the first place, babe?” Pete asked as he filled her wine glass.

(Y/N) groaned. “You’re ruining the mood, Pete.”

He chuckled. “Okay, sorry. Just asking is all.”

(Y/N) sighed and lifted her head again to look at him. “Remember how I texted you to tell you I was asked to stay a bit later in order to finish a scene? Well, that ‘a bit later’ turned into three hours later because the director kept making me film the scene over and over and over until he finally decided it was okay. Not perfect, not even great! Just okay. He put us through hours of reshooting just to decide he was going to go with the okay take! Fucking bastard!”

“What was his problem?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Beats me! Apparently nothing was good enough for him. Wasted three fucking hours filming just to get an okay scene. Then, when I left, I was tired but I wanted to spend at least an hour with you, so I decided to go get coffee. The minute I stepped out of my vehicle I was swarmed by paparazzi. I don’t know how they figured out where I went, but they would not leave me alone. I ended up not even going into the coffee place cause I could not get around at all.”

Pete reached out and took hold of one of (Y/N) bubbly, wet hands. “I’m so sorry, babe. I do get how much the paparazzi shit sucks, but on top of an already bad day? That fucking sucks so much?”

(Y/N) sighed and ran her thumb over Pete’s knuckles. “It does suck. I have to go back to set tomorrow morning and I’m dreading it so much. How am I supposed to go back there after spending so long filming that last scene today? I’ll kill the director the moment I see him.”

“You wouldn’t even hurt a fly baby, let’s not pretend here.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “You’re right, I can’t.”

The silence washed over them again. (Y/N)’s eyes trailed to Pete’s hand. She looked at it for a while, just lost in her own world as she absentmindedly ran her thumb over his knuckles. Then, she started thinking about his long fingers inside of her, curling just right to hit that spot inside of her that drove her over the edge every time. She felt a heat growing between her legs, and if she wasn’t in the bath already she was certain she’d be soaked.

“What are you thinking?” Pete asked, breaking her out of her trance. She looked up at him suddenly, eyes wide with the shock of being caught.

“Uh...” she said, trying to think of something to say. She didn’t want to tell Pete she had been having sexual daydreams, but then she realized what was the harm of telling him? They had been together for quite some time, it’s not like she’d scare him off by telling him anything. “I was thinking about your fingers inside of me.”

Pete’s pants grew a bit tighter at this. “Really? Pretty specific thing to be thinking about.”

“Well, I’m here holding your hand. I’m thinking about things that relax me. Your fingers definitely cause me to relax a lot when they’re down there.”

Pete placed his wine glass on the counter next to him and pulled his shirt over his head. (Y/N) watched in slight confusion, before realization washed over her when Pete’s hand disappeared under the water. He nudged her legs open and slowly ran two fingers up and down her slit, teasingly.

“You feel so wet already baby,” he joked, a smile on his face.

(Y/N) couldn’t contain her own smile and giggles. “You’re such a fucking do - ”

Her playful insult was silenced as Pete pushed two fingers deep inside of her. (Y/N) gasped, her head falling back against the wall behind her again. Pete started pumping in and out of her very slowly, making sure he wasn’t hurting her with what he was doing.

“Is this what you were thinking about baby?” he asked her.

“Fuck Pete,” she breathed. “Fuck yes this feels so good.”

Pete curled his fingers in a way that made it easier for him to hit the right spots. (Y/N) let out a moan and tried to buck her hips against his fingers, but he used his other hand to ease her back down.

“Just sit back and let me take care of you baby,” he said. “I’ll take all your stress away.”

Pete’s erection was becoming nearly unbearable as he watched (Y/N) coming undone in front of him, and felt her warmth wrapped around his fingers. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there, to really fuck any stress left out of her. But at the same time, he didn’t want that. He just wanted to make her feel good, to wipe the memories of he day away.

(Y/N)’s free hand wrapped around Pete’s bicep. Her nails dug so deep into his arm that Pete knew there would be marks there once she pulled away, maybe even full on scratches or blood, but he’d wear the marks with pride. He usually did whenever she left them on him.

He began to speed up his pumping. He felt (Y/N)’s thighs clenching around his hand, as if she were trying to hold him there. Breathy moans were escaping from her lips as he body began to tremble.

“Fuck Pete,” she breathed. “Fuck, I’m starting to feel close.”

“Yeah?” Pete asked. “Are you gonna cum all over my fingers baby?”

In response, (Y/N) moaned again. Pete picked up his pace a little more, causing her moans to become screams of pleasure. He could feel the tension building up in her as he body prepared to let go.

Pete leaned forward to kiss (Y/N) gently on her lips. “Cum for me, princess. Let me feel you.”

With those words, (Y/N) came completely undone. She screamed Pete’s name so loud he was sure the neighbors would hear her. He felt her clenching around his fingers and he wished he could actually feel her wetness and not just that of the water in the tub.

(Y/N) was breathing heavily when Pete was finally able to pull away from her. He stood and grabbed a nearby hand towel to begin drying his hands. (Y/N) watched him, a cloud of lustful fog still blocking her as she tried to recover from her high. Her eyes shifted down to Pete’s crotch area, where she noticed the evergrowing buldge.

“Do you want me to return the favor?” she asked, a lazy smile on her face.

Pete smiled back at her and leaned down to kiss her again. “That’s okay babe. You enjoy your bath until it gets cold.”

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed together. “You don’t want me to do anything for you?”

“Well I didn’t say that,” Pete said. “But for now I just want you to unwind. We can fuck later on. I’ll make you forget your entire day then, maybe even your own name if you’re lucky.”

(Y/N) giggled. “I hope I’ll be lucky then.”

She smiled as she watched Pete leave the room to change his clothes. Despite her teasing words, she felt like she was already the luckiest girl in the world to have such an amazing man by her side.

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[lovelybucky1]

hey bestie it's pegmaster 👁️👁️ so i saw ur reblog of a ransom blurb and,,, listen. he needs to be put in his place, and who better for the job than you? he for sure thinks you're like everyone else he plays around with. someone who won't say no to him. he pushes and pushes and pushes, maybe subconsciously hoping for someone to finally push him back. enter, you. (elaborate on this however you like!! i got super carried away and wrote a whole ass blurb that ill just post seperately heehee)

pegmaster30 you never let me down

gif credit @barnesdjarin

warnings: sub!ransom, dom!reader, gn!reader, light pet play, nicknames (puppy), hair pulling, jealous ransom, mentions of anal/pegging, cock milking, chastity cage

you’re honestly surprised you didn’t notice how submissive ransom was at the beginning of your relationship

he would always act bratty, but you figured it was in a rich boy, i always get what i want handed to me on a silver platter type of way

he was so whiney, to the point where you’d sit on his dick just to shut him up

all the information was right there, you just didn’t see it. not until that nickname slipped from your lips during an argument

“come on, ransom, it’s just a weekend!”

“i don’t care! i dont want you to leave, you’re my girlfriend, not bucky’s!”

“what is your problem? you never get jealous like this. it’s like you need to follow me around like a lost puppy or something!”

ransom’s cheeks flush red at the nickname and his comeback died on the tip of his tongue. he first took interest in you because you could compete with him. when he’d yell, you’d yell back, and your arguments almost always ended in a draw. this was the first time he ever felt like giving in

“what did you call me?” he asks, voice trembling slightly

you put down your clothes that you were trying to pack in a bag and look at him head on with a confused look on your face. “what the fuck are you talking about?”

“what did you call me?” he repeats, face growing redder

“puppy?”

as if ransom really was a puppy, he let out a quiet whimper. you raise your eyebrows and step forward, placing your hand on his sweater-covered shoulder and he looks everywhere but your eyes

you have a suspicion of what’s going on. you know how he gets when he tries to hide how flustered he is. he acts tough, but really, the slightest breeze could get him going

“what’s the matter, ran? you don’t like to be called puppy?”

he opens his mouth but no words come out, so you continue

“poor puppy, too dumb to even give me a simple answer,” you grin as you drag your fingers up the side of his neck, just under his ear

“don’t start something you won’t finish,” ransom says gruffly, which makes you laugh

“and if i don’t finish it, what will you do? yell at me some more? tell me i can’t go in the trip with my friends?”

you cup his cheek gently and he leans into your touch and for a moment, you almost go soft

“i’m sorry, i overreacted,” he says quietly

“i know, baby, it’s okay. it’s not your fault that you can’t control your feelings,” you say condescendingly and you can see the anger flare in ransom’s eyes again. “you are gonna have to make it up to me, though. i won’t let you disrespect me like that again.”

you walk behind him and pull out his chair from underneath his desk. you move it into the center of the room, then you point at the floor in front of your feet

“come here, pup.” ransom crosses the floor in a few long strides and stands before you. “take your shoes and pants off.”

he kicks his shined leather shoes off and quickly pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles before kicking them in the direction of his shoes

you instruct him to sit backwards on the chair and you take a moment to admire his perfectly smooth ass peaking out from under the hem of his sweater

“y’know, maybe i’ll finally let you fuck me in the ass,” you say, making him perk up. “if you let me fuck yours first.”

you slap his ass and laugh at how it jiggles, then you grab his cock and pull it down between his legs so it hangs down. his tip drips precum that you long to taste, but you won’t indulge him in that

you stroke him downwards, and which each tug, his whines get higher pitched and he gets more desperate.

you’ve seen him needy before, but you’ve never seen him quite this pliant and easy during sex. you were expecting more of a fight or at least a little backtalk, but instead, you have a desperate little whore leaned against your chest

“you like this, puppy?” he nods quickly. “i bet. you’re just sitting there while i do all the work.”

he looks over his shoulder back at you, putting his teary eyes and splotchy red cheeks on full display. he’s always handsome, but he’s downright breathtaking like this

“you’re so pretty, honey. those big blue eyes were made for crying,” you say as you brush a tear from the corner of his eye

you reach around his large body and put your hand on his lower stomach, applying gentle pressure that makes him squirm. he covers your hand with his and looks up at your helplessly

“please let me cum, i’m so sorry.”

“you’re close already? i’ve barely done anything, pup, you can hold off for a little longer.”

he hangs his head in acceptance and you begin to stroke him again. you tighten your fist around him and stroke faster, knowing that he’ll try to keep himself from cumming because he doesn’t want to push you any farther than what he already has

he lets out soft ah’s as you jerk him off and his thighs bounce on either side of the chair as he tries to keep his composure. his hands grip tightly on the wood backing of the chair and if it wasn’t for his whorish moans, you’d be able to hear the wood splinter

“i’m gonna cum, oh fuck, please,” he begs with fresh tears on his cheeks

“fine,” you sigh, “i’ll give you ten more strokes, and if you don’t cum by then, you won’t get to.” you know it’s unfair, but ransom deserves a taste of his own medicine.

you press your lips to his ear and start counting. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight-

his orgasm built up enough and on the ninth stroke, he begins to cum, but the last wasn’t enough to ride him through it. he whines in pain and frustration, angry that you ruined his orgasm but too fucked-out to do anything about it

he bounces up and down on the chair, making it creak under his weight as he tries to fuck your hand, but you’re holding him tightly at the base. he no longer has to cum, but he is far from satisfied.

“fuck you,” he hisses, but the whine in his voice makes him less threatening

“i’ll finish you off when i get back, okay puppy?” you condescend as you pat his head.

“are you serious?!”

“raise your voice again and i’ll make it two weeks.”

his jaw clenches and he glares up at you, no longer the submissive pet he was just minutes ago

“you can’t stop me.”

“no,” you walk to your bedside table and retrieve a chastity cage from the drawer. you return to the chair and hold it inches away from ransom’s face, “but this can.”

“there’s no way in hell you’re putting that thing on me,” he says. he stands up from the chair and steps into your space, but it’s difficult to be intimidated when his cock his hanging out from underneath his sweater

you drag your finger along the underside of his dick, which is clearly sensitive based on the slight shiver he does when you reach the tip

“don’t you want to be a good boy, ran? it’s just a week, and i’ll even leave the key here if you need to take it off.”

he bites the inside of his cheek and sighs out of his nose. “fine, but don’t expect me to keep it on.”

you grin widely as you push up his sweater and lock the cage onto his soft dick. you don’t expect him to last long with the cage while you’re gone, but that will make the punishment more exciting when you get home.

“who’s my good boy?” you cup his cheek after you’re finished.

“i am.”

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[gucciwins]

Are you Angel?

Harry gets hurt while on the job and Y/N gets a phone call she was not prepared for.

Word count: 7413

A/N: hello friends, it's been a while :) this is a continuation to my story Trouble Follows. You don't have to read but it will give you an insight of how Y/N and Harry met. I am thrilled to share more of firefighter harry with you. I adore him and I hope you do as well.

please do let me know what you thought of the story and please reblog! <333

Warnings: angst, breakups, hospitals

A firefighter will always run into a burning building with not a hint of hesitation. All their focus is on saving the people stuck inside.

Running towards trouble is second nature to them.

She knew that.

She also knew what it meant to date a firefighter.

The unreliable hours, the non-frequent communication, the many failed dinner dates. The twenty-four hours shifts when he would then arrive home to just sleep.

Harry had begun to give her a constant comfort that he would eventually come home and climb into bed behind her. He would then gently nuzzle his face in her neck, taking in her sweet honey scent. In contrast, she took in the woody ashy smell that seems to be permanently stained on him.

So trust her when she said she knew what she was in for when Harry asked her to be his girlfriend.

Four months in, she knew she would be here for a long time, maybe forever, if life would allow it.

She was sure; she knew what to expect.

But she didn't, not until she got the call.

The call that would shatter her heart.

The call that would lead her to be sitting in this uncomfortable, ugly brown hospital chair, holding tightly onto his ashy hand. As she prayed on and on to a God, she no longer held close but wished for Harry they were real and would bring Harry back to her.

Y/N prayed for Harry to finally open his eyes and give her a reassuring smile that he would be okay.

That they would be okay.

Until then, she'll wait.

Harry being Lieutenant allowed him to have a consistent schedule. That did not mean there weren't days where he had to pull a double shift or stay back to finish paperwork; he let it pile up.

The one day that was Y/N's was Sunday.

She got him an entire day to lay in bed together and eat all the baked goods she baked for him to try. It was becoming their day. Everyone at the station knew Harry could not be disturbed on Sundays unless it was the end of the world, and even then, they'd have to pry him away from Y/N.

He feels safe in her arms. Harry had never felt that before. Sure, he was surrounded by his firehouse family, but he had never felt so loved in two arms as if she could take all his problems and stresses away. Still, she did exactly that when she would flash him her gorgeous smile and hold her arms open for him to fall into at the end of every day.

Harry knows he's never felt this way, and he won't ever take it for granted.

This Sunday will be different, and she feels it as soon as she wakes up because, in her queen-sized bed, she's alone. No arms wrapped around her waist; no head tucked into her necks as he places soft open kisses to wake her from her sleep gently.

Already, she knows this is going to be a bad day. She feels it in her bones. Having been around trouble for so long, she knows the difference between good and bad. The feelings she has made her want to find Harry and pull him back into bed where she can keep him safe.

Y/N gets out of bed, throwing the warm sheets off her body going to the bathroom to do her morning skin routine, wanting to feel refreshed for when Harry breaks the news; he's going to leave her alone on their day. She knows him well enough; he's cooking her breakfast to make up for leaving her so early in the morning.

She walks out of her bathroom, going straight to her closet and taking out the first sweater she saw. It's a baby blue color and stitched on the left side on top of her heart is: "love me please?" It's Harry's favorite sweater of hers because it's an oversized sweater that fits him well. The only reason she has it back is that he wanted her to wash it and wear it until it got her smell again. Y/N kissed him silly when he told her that, plus she loves that it smells like him now.

Y/N takes one look at her unmade bed and walks away, knowing she's going to crawl back in after Harry leaves her. She walks out and, from the hallway, can hear Harry humming away. If she's honest, she doesn't recognize the song. As she has come to learn, Harry has an interesting taste in music; he has basically heard every song ever to exist. It's a reason they are so good at Four Clovers Thursday Trivia night. She dominates pop culture and films, and Harry takes on music. She's also better at history than him. Their friends love trivia night because their winning always gets them free drinks. It's something she looks forward to each week.

"Morning, H," Y/N says as she approaches him from behind and wraps her arms around his waist. Harry smiles, instantly feeling warm with her arms around him.

"Morning, firebug. Sleep well?"

She mumbles a no, causing Harry to laugh, and she feels it vibrate through her.

"Awe, upset I wasn't wrapped around you." He teases. "I'm making up to you by making breakfast."

She pulls away, spotting blackberries on the counter. "Sure, Jan."

Harry can hear the change in her tone and knows she's still goofing off with him but knows she's upset.

"Angel, come sit. Coffee is ready."

She shakes her head but makes her way over to the chair he pulled out for her. "No coffee. I'll be going back to bed soon." Y/N waits to see if he'll correct her, but he doesn't.

"I'm sorry." He begins.

"No apologies."

"Please let me. I'm leaving you on our day." He pouts.

"As much as I don't want you to go, I'm sure they need you more than I do."

Harry frowns, "I hope you'll never stop needing me." He whispers against her lips before closing the gap. Y/N hums against his soft lips allowing herself to get lost in the moment; she loves his kisses, soft and gentle just as he is despite what his sharp eyes might have one believe.

Harry pulls away after pressing one final kiss on her pouted lips. "I'm sorry I have to go to work, but I know for certain that I can meet you for a late lunch."

"Lunch?" She repeats, arms wrapped around his waist, hoping he was serious with his offer.

He hums. "Yes, 2:30, that bistro with that avocado dressing you like for your sandwich."

"It's a date." She grins, laying her head on his chest letting him hold her tight. He unwraps his arms, letting her go.

"I've got to get going, firebug, but I'll see you later."

"Stay safe, Styles." She tells him as she does every time he leaves.

"Try my best, angel."

With that, he slips his beat-up white Vans with lilac laces and walks out the door; it shuts it behind him. Just as Y/N steps towards it to lock up, it opens back up, startling her. Harry steps back in, and before she can question him, he places both faces on the side of her face and kisses her breathless. Y/N is quick to react, allowing their lips to move in perfect harmony, not as smooth but perfect, nonetheless.

"I--" Harry begins before he clears his throat. "I'll miss you, angel."

Y/N feels the heat rush to her cheeks because, for a moment, she thought he'd say another three words. "And I'll miss you, H. Now get out of here; I don't need you showing up late to our lunch date."

Harry smiles, dimples on full display, hugging her before walking out a skip in his step. She peaks her head out, making sure he gets in the car safely before he drives off. He sits there for a moment, and she knows he is letting his Bluetooth connect as he waits for his drive-to-work playlist titled "it's time" to start playing. He takes a look at his mirrors before backing out and driving. That's when Y/N closes and locks the door.

Time to go back to bed for a few more hours; what else is there to do on a Sunday when she's left alone.

Harry genuinely did not want to go to work today, but it's not like he could say no to his Chief. His Chief was never one to call in favor unless it was an emergency. He didn't ask, knowing he'd get the full story Monday, but for now, he gets on his pants, t-shirt, and boots and hopes there are no fires today.

The only thing is that Harry isn't used to working with the B-shift, sure he knows everyone's name and a little of their lives, but they aren't his usual team. He shakes that off because he knows he would do anything to help a team member and knows they would do the same in return.

Harry is lost in thought, wondering what Y/N was going to do today. He knows she planned to take him to a butterfly pavilion today even told him the outfit she had planned out for it. A pair of jeans that had flowers embroidered all over something she added, saying she thought they looked a bit plain, pairing it with a pastel pink top. Harry was surprised with her style after meeting her various times in different outfits. He was surprised at how soft she dressed in pastels. She may have a bold personality, but her fashion was delicate and warm. It was a nice balance.

He nearly runs into Carols as he made his way to his office, too busy thinking of the girl he left at home. "Sorry, bud."

"No problem, Harry. Surprised to see you here," Carols tells him, everyone knowing Sunday was Harry's day off.

"Chief had something come up and asked me to come in. I should be out of here by eight tonight if we're lucky."

Carlos smiles, "with you around, we usually are."

Harry chuckles, telling him he'll be in his office if he needs anything. He looks around his desk and sighs at how much has piled up already.

Might as well get ahead.

It's a few hours when Harry realizes the house is quiet. He peaks around the window and figures they are all in the common room. It's only one, and thankfully there have been no calls, and if it continues, then he will make it to lunch with his angel.

He shoots her a text.

Angel

13:24 PM

I miss you. Counting down the minutes until I get to see you xxx

Harry clicks send and smiles down at his phone. 2:30 couldn't come fast enough.

As he gets up to stretch and go for a snack in the kitchen, he takes a deep breath because as confident as he may seem, he isn't around the second shift. They don't know him so well, and Harry ultimately is shy. He may be able to hide it, but he has small quicks that others pick up on. Something he knows Y/N spotted quickly, like when he toes his foot into the ground or when he begins to chip at his nails, and Y/N's favorite is when he moves his hands behind his back and sways side to side. She finds it endearing, but others might not think it's leadership material.

He walks into the lounge to cross to the kitchen when a few heads turn to him, but before they can say a word, the alarm rings, and Harry is literally saved by the bell.

Not a second to waste, everyone heads over to the rig and quickly suits up. Harry is Lieutenant meaning he's in charge of the scene today, seeing as their captain and Chief aren't here today. Harry respects all the firefighters and knows this will go well if everyone carries out their job.

It's a factory fire, and as soon as they arrive, Harry can see it's burning fast. He's not sure how many people are there, but he calls in for reinforcements knowing they will need all the manpower they can get.

"This is House 102; please send more units available. The factory fire is burning at a faster rate than we can control. My team is going in now. There are five people unaccounted for; the left side of the building is clear." Harry speaks into his two-way radio.

"Carlos," the young firefighter jogs over, eyes on Harry, no longer staring at the roaring fire. "You're going in with Baz. Stay close and don't go up the second floor; you need to be quick in and out."

"Who's going with you, Lieutenant?" Carlos asks, clearly worried.

"Jameson and Rey are coming with me; stay safe, and if anything happens, just radio in."

"You got it!" Harry pats his shoulder and walks off towards the two waiting men.

Harry knows the men well, he trained them when they came into the house, but they preferred B-shift instead of being with him. One spot was available, and he knew they didn't want to be separated. Rey and Jameson have been dating for two years, but that's a secret only very few know. It's not prohibited, but if it gets more serious, one will have to relocate to a new station. They simply aren't ready for that, and indeed Harry would be sad not to have them around the house or hearing their stories. It just adds a more considerable risk because, at the end of the day, the job is first.

Rey walks towards the entrance with Harry following right behind. Jameson, a few feet back, calling out for anyone in there that needs help.

"Fire department, call out." Echoes out as much as it can as the fire begins to roar louder.

The heat gets worse the further they walk in; they turn right at the edge of a desk labeled "Torres."

"H, there!" Rey shouts, rushing over to a man knocked unconscious and had heavy storage struck over his legs, pinning him down. Harry and Jameson run over, assessing the man before making any sudden moves.

Jameson finds a pulse, weak but there. He gets the extra mask over the man's face hoping it'll wake him up soon.

"On the count of three, we lift," Harry tells the two men standing to a stand as the others do the same.

They nod. "One, two, three." They grunt in unison, pushing the container to a standing position. Harry looks over the man's legs and is thankful there is no blood, but there will be swelling and bruises. "Right, Rey, take him out. We'll keep searching."

Rey nods, lifting the man over his shoulder as he was trained to do, and rushes out of the burning building. Harry and Jameson have just learned a new area when the radio comes on. "Lieutenant Styles, it's Carlos. We found two men; only one remains unaccounted for."

Harry nods. "Got it, no one comes back in. We'll be out soon."

He now leads the way, making his way towards a stairway. There's no fire here, but it's moving faster, and smoke is thick. Whoever is in here might not last much longer without oxygen.

"Fire department, call out," Harry shouts, voice firm.

"Here.." a whisper is heard, both Harry and Jameson freeze. Once more, "here" is yelled but sounds muffled.

Harry looks around, not seeing anything but fire, and fears the structure will collapse soon. Just as he was about to yell again, he sees a can knocked, and a man hidden under a black rag is seen. Jameson rushes over, helping the man sit up. He's older, well into his sixties. He doesn't look too well; he has a few scapes.

"Right, we need to head out," Jameson tells Harry, helping the man stand up who is fighting consciousness.

"This is Lieutenant Styles; on our way out found the last man. Have paramedics on standby."

"Got it, Styles. Get out quick."

Jameson and Harry get the man up and head to exit. Harry can see the light of day and knows he will be late for lunch, but thankful Y/N is understanding and very forgiving. He'll make it up to her by buying dessert.

Just as they almost reach the door, a piece of dry wood comes falling down, separating Harry and Jameson; luckily, it did not hit them, but now Harry has to find a new way out. It's not looking good.

"Harry," Jameson looks panicked, but Harry stays calm.

"Get him out, now," Harry tells him, looking in every direction for what to do.

"No, I won't-" Harry cuts him off.

"Jameson, get this man out. He needs medical attention. That's an order." Voice full of authority with no room to argue.

Jameson nods and heads out. "I'm coming back for you."

Harry chuckles. He sees a small path, but it'd be a more extended way out. He debates what to do. He could wait, but the longer he stays, the quicker this building is beginning to collapse.

It takes him two seconds to decide to go right and find a new route out instead of staying put. He walks and only gets hotter as the fire begins to surround him. He's good at not panicking, always thinks better under pressure, but this is getting intense. Harry climbs over a crate and bends low to go through this tight space. He sees the exit, it's still a bit away, but he knows he is in the clear.

That's when he hears a big explosion knocking him forward. His oxygen masks flys off, landing a few feet away. As Harry reaches his hand out to get it, he's pulled back. He looks behind and sees he's stuck. There are crates stacked on top of him. The air is thick of smoke, and with no oxygen, it seems like the fire will soon enough engulf him.

Shit.

He's really in trouble now.

Harry presses his radio, holding it, hoping it's still working. "This is Harry," He coughs. "I'm trapped under a few crates. I can't reach my ask. I'm west of the building."

"Harry, hold on. We're going in." Harry hears Jameson reply, but he's fading quickly.

He shakes his head. "Can't go to sleep, but this smoke is too thick to actually see anything, let alone for his team to find him.

"Tell…" He coughs again, and this time doesn't stop for what feels like five minutes but is only a few seconds. "Tell angel, I'm sorry."

A voice comes over the speaker, but Harry's eyelids are fluttering shut, the weight of the crates is too much, and the smoke only gets deeper in his lungs if he keeps speaking.

Harry welcomes the darkness as he sees the one person he was supposed to meet for lunch. She's holding an outstretched hand for him to take and who is he to ever say no to her.

Real or not, he goes to her, and soon enough, he falls unconscious, not feeling when his team lifts him out and puts him in the back of an ambulance.

Y/N decided to show up a bit earlier for their lunch date, putting in their order early, wanting to maximize all their time together. She wouldn't see him until late that night, and honestly, she wasn't a fan of being separated on her favorite day of the week.

She sits on a bench right outside, both sandwiches wrapped tucked away in a brown paper bag and a lemonade sitting next to her untouched. It was his favorite, too sweet in her opinion. Still, Harry loved it, especially since he wasn't one to indulge in sweets unless they were hers.

Knowing Harry could be running late, she pulls out a book from her orange tote bag that Harry gifted to her. The book was Beach Read, Frankie recommended it to her then gave her the book saying she needed to read more romance books and not just poetry and nonfiction books. She actually enjoyed it, which surprised her, but even if she didn't, she's too invested to not find out the ending.

She was just starting chapter five when she feels too much time has passed and glances down at her phone.

2:55

25 minutes late isn't bad or unusual even; she decides to put the book away and keep an eye out for him. Usually, when he keeps her waiting, he makes up for it with a long kiss that never fails to take her breath away; she's excited about it now.

Time seems to go slower when she just sits waiting. She debates beginning to eat her sandwich when her stomach starts to growl. It's low, but she would feel bad if she began to eat, and that's when he shows up. She settles for waiting and instead takes a drink of the sweet lemonade.

As Y/N sits waiting for Harry, her phone begins to ring and displays an unknown number but the city's area code. Every bone in her body tells her to prepare for the worst but hopes she's paranoid.

She takes a deep breath before answering and bringing the phone up to her ear.

"Hello, are you angel?" A deep voice man asks.

"It's Y/N. Actually, can I ask who's calling?" She's holding her breath; only one person calls her angel.

"I'm calling on behalf of Lieutenant Harry Styles. Harry has been in an accident and was taken to the hospital. He asked us to call an angel on his way to the hospital. We assumed you were one of his emergency contacts."

Y/N feels her hands begin to shake. "What hospital?"

The man on the phone rattles the information, and she lets it all sink in. He hangs up, and she sits there waiting on the bench for her date that will not be showing up.

Her phone rings again, she answers without looking at the caller.

"Y/N," she recognized the voice; it's Mitch, and if he's calling, then it must be true.

"Mitch," she whispers, not recognizing her own voice. It's shaky, tears beginning to well up.

"Where are you?"

"At the bistro a street down from the station." She replies, hoping he's coming for her.

"I'm close; we'll pick you up and go see him, darling." She nods but remembers he can't see her.

Y/N isn't sure why she's not crying. She feels the tears, but it's like they are stuck; her heart hurts, and she knows that says enough. "We were supposed to meet for lunch. I got worried when he didn't show up, but I didn't think--" he interrupts her.

"Harry is going to be fine, trust me. He's okay, and he needs us there."

Y/N doesn't reply because she sees him pulling in. Mitch is in the passenger seat, Sarah is driving. She doesn't say a word as she swings open the door and settles in the back.

She sets her hands in her lap; she can feel herself trembling. She can feel herself breaking because she won't know if he's okay until she sees him. Mitch can say he's fine, but she needs to see for herself.

Sarah and Mitch share a concerned look; Y/N doesn't notice her eyes looking out the window.

"Y/N?" Mitch begins, voice full of concern. "Do you- are you okay to go see him?"

"Of course." She replies quickly. "He needs me; well, I hope he does."

"Course he needs you. Needs his angel by his side." Sarah tells her calmly, wanting to see her smile, but it doesn't work because only Harry should be calling her that. She shouldn't be on her way to see him in a hospital bed. She should have seen him next to her on that bench as he ate his sandwich and gave her kiss and kiss as she told him stories.

They are silent the rest of the way. Sarah pulls into an empty parking space, and she rushes after Mitch, who seems to know exactly where Harry is as he rushes past the front desk. The only thing that slows them down is waiting for the elevator; she gladly would have taken the stairs if Mitch didn't tell her that he's on the sixth floor. Instead, she waits impatiently for the old elevator that will take her to see her love.

He is going to be okay. He has to be okay. Y/N keeps those thoughts running through her head as Mitch and Sarah guide her to room 613.

Mitch walks in first, holding the door open, Sarah places a comforting hand on her back, and Y/N feels supported and loved, but nothing prepares her for what she is about to walk into.

The constant beep of Harry's heart monitor is the only thing that can be heard in his private room. The beep is steady; it makes her let out a deep breath. The monitor already calming her down, she approaches slowly as if he'd wake if she'd walk any faster.

She sits in the uncomfortable chair next to his bed and pulls it as close as she can.

Y/N just stares at him, taking it all in. He looks like he's resting peacefully like he should originally have been when they started this day together. His curls are disheveled, his face dirty with smoke stains and a few gauzes wrapped around his arms. She can't see much else but knows he's got a road of recovery still ahead of him.

"Hi, Harry," she whispers, her hand slowly reaching under the white sheet to grab hold of his right hand. "I'm right here, okay. Take your time waking up; there's no rush. Just know that I'm not going anywhere."

She pauses, hoping for a reply even though she knows she won't get one. "We can also discuss how I'm sort of one of your emergency contacts."

Y/N presses her lips to his hand. "Need you to wake up, want to see those Rapunzal eyes." She sits back, not removing her hand from his. Sarah has not taken her eyes off of her, Sarah might feel like she might blow up soon, but being at his side, she has begun to feel better.

"Harry, we're here for you. The whole team is outside in the lobby, probably why they sent us to the floor with the biggest waiting area. Even young Carlos is out there, saying you gave them a scare but really hopes you never pick up another B-shift again." Mitch sniffles before stepping out of the room. Sarah walks over to where he was standing.

"Hey Harold, it's trivia night in a few days, and kind of counting on you to get us those free drinks." Sarah chuckles. "It's been a while since we've been in the hospital. I think it was when I made you all donate blood for that ambulance competition. Fun times, now you rest and get better. The good thing is you have the best nurse looking out for you." Sarah glances at Y/N, sending her a small smile.

Y/N sits back in her chair as Sarah sits in one by the window. She knows she's in for a long afternoon and an even longer night.

Harry's head is throbbing.

He's not sure why. The last he remembers is leaving Y/N's house to go for his shift at the station.

They were meeting for lunch; he's sure she wouldn't let him drink any alcohol on the job.

Harry slowly opens his eyes and is blinded by the bright light. He sees a photo of the sunset right in front of him, and a tv hung up; if he's not mistaken, he's in a hospital room, primarily due to being in an uncomfortable bed. The oxygen mask over his face is also a dead giveaway he was in an accident.

He looks around, and he sees he is not alone. His angel is sleeping, a tight grip on his right hand; she looks exhausted. Mitch walks in just as Harry was about to wake her. Y/N mumbles and sits up, pulling her hand away from his to rub the sleep away. Harry wants to tell her to stop knowing how much it actually irritates her eyes, especially when she tubs a little harsher than usual.

"Were you able to find tea, Mitch?" Y/N asks, looking over at him.

"Sarah's bringing it over." Mitch's gaze never turns to her staying on Harry; this confuses Y/N and turns back around in her seat to look at a resting Harry but instead finds his eyes on her.

"Harry!" Y/N scoots forward, grasps his hand in hers. "You're awake. Mitch, the nurse, please."

Harry raises his free hand to take off the mask. He wants to speak, but this won't allow him. "No, love. Got to keep it on."

Harry's eyes close, then flutter open. He stares at Y/N, his eyes kind but defiant. He takes the mask off, coughing a bit; it makes Y/N feel nauseous, knowing he's not doing so well.

"I think you need to keep it on, Harry." She says, "the nurse needs to see it when she comes in soon."

"Hey, angel," he says in a raspy voice. It sounds like he's in pain when he talks.

"Yes?" She asks.

"I'm sorry for scaring you."

Y/N shrugs, "no big deal. I wasn't even scared."

Harry smiles, showering her his dimples since she last saw him this morning. He begins to laugh but stops when it causes him to cough. Y/N lets him settle down before bending down to gently kiss him.

"Now, let that hold you over, and put the mask pack on."

Harry nods. "Anything for you, my angel."

It's a half-hour before the doctor comes in, and by that time, Harry had fallen back asleep, only just waking up a few minutes before the man walked through the door. Mitch alerted everyone outside he was awake and doing good.

Dr. Vazquez walked white coat open, displaying a purple button-up and a bright yellow tie. It puts a smile on Y/N's face.

"Hello, Mr. Styles. Glad you're awake."

"Me too, Doc. Nice tie."

Dr. Vaquez smiles, looking down at himself, "Thank you, my wife picks out my tie every morning before she heads off to work."

"Lucky man," Harry tells him.

"That I am." Dr. Vazquez replies. "You've got a mild concussion, nothing serious, but you are allowed to sleep while you're here. We've got a good team looking out for you. You've got a few burns, but those will heal nicely if properly cared for. A few deep bruises on your leg and one on your rib cage, no blood clots. It will hurt to walk for a few days."

"Nothing too bad, then," Harry sighs, relaxing in bed.

"I've looked at your charts, and it looks like you will be making a full recovery and should be back on the job in three or four weeks. In the meantime, you will need to stay overnight and keep taking in oxygen. I see the nurse changed your mask. Please don't remove this one." Harry nods. "Any questions?"

Harry shakes his head no, "Not at the moment."

"Alright, I'll be off then. I'll come to see you tomorrow midday, and we'll talk about going home. I hear you have a waiting room full of people dying to see; just be aware that visiting hours end at nine, but if you're kind to Nurse Lucy, she'll be lenient to ten."

"Thank you, Dr. Vazquez." Mitch and Y/N say in unison as the man exits the room.

"That's the quietest I've ever seen you, firebug." Harry teases.

"You hush." She lightly pats his arm.

Mitch laughs, "going to go tell them you're allowed, visitors."

Y/N and Harry sit in silence. He can tell she has something on her mind, a slight frown on her face. He wonders if it's about him if she won't be able to handle dating someone who can be hurt by the job. Harry honestly does not want to lose her.

"I'm going to step out," Y/N tells him, looking down at their joined hands, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"Y/N," Harry sighs.

"You've got lots of people waiting to see you and roughly have an hour to see them all. I'll be close by." She leans down, presses a kiss to his cheek, and walks out before he can reach out to stop her.

She steps out while a few members of his team come in to see him offering her a smile as she passes them. As much as she didn't want to leave him, she needed a moment away, and he needed a moment with his family.

God, Y/N has never felt so scared, and now a minute alone, everything is beginning to set in. She has no idea where the restroom is, and the next thing she knows, she's running into someone, but it seems they recognize her because they say her name, and the next thing she knows, she's crying, sinking to the floor. She feels arms wrap around her.

Shushes in her ear, brushing the ends of her hair. It's calming, but she needs to let all the tears she's been holding in.

"Y/N," she can now recognize the voice as Sarah's, "I'm going to help you stand and sit you in the chair.

Y/N feels herself nod.

She begins taking deep breaths, never letting Sarah pull her hand away. It is the only thing keeping her grounded.

"I got her some water." Y/N hears Frankie whisper handing it to Sarah before taking the seat to the left of her.

"I'm okay," she repeats. "I'm okay."

"Y/N," Sarah begins.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, sweetie." Frankie brushes her hair back.

"I'm supposed to be strong; I have to be strong to do this to stand by his side," Y/N tells them, beginning to let her emotions out.

"No one is expecting you not to cry."

"Bu-" Sarah interrupts her.

"No. stop. Accidents happen, and so do injuries. It's okay to be scared and hurt."

"I want to be strong for him." She whispers.

"You are. You never left his side; you talked to him. You're crying now because you care."

She wipes her eyes with her sweater sleeves. "I love him, and I was so scared that when I got the call, I'd never get to tell Harry."

"Then you tell him as soon as you walk back into his room."

"Thank you."

"Nothing to thank, I care about you, and I know Harry would be grateful to know you're not alone. You've always got us. Now let's grab something to eat, and we'll come back in an hour once all of them go home."

She chuckles. "Alright."

"Text me where you're sitting. I'll pop in to see Harry, then meet you."

"You don't have to," Y/N tells Frankie because she knows she is just as concerned about her friend.

"Are you kidding me? You're my friend first, always."

Sarah and Y/N walk down to the cafeteria. She knows she isn't okay but is feeling better, finally letting emotion out. It was only a matter of time before she let the dam break; she's just happy it was not in front of Harry.

The girls sit in the cafeteria munching on snacks for well over an hour. Mitch sends them a message letting them know all the crew has left and it's time to say goodbye for the night. Frankie wishes her goodnight downstairs with promises to come to see her tomorrow and bring her a change of clothes.

"Let's walk you back," Sarah tells her, linking their arms together.

"Do you think he'll know?" Sarah takes a good look at her and grimaces. "I'll just say I tripped, and it made me cry." Y/N jokes.

"I don't think he'll believe that."

"Yeah, me either." The girls walk out of the elevator as their laughter dies down.

They settle in silence as they make their way to his room, Sarah holding her hand leading the way. Mitch is in the chair she was in for so many hours before waiting for him to wake up. Mitch hears their footsteps and turns his head, but Harry is frowning, looking out the window at the dark sky.

Y/N doesn't know what to say, but one look at him has her heart filling up with relief; he's okay.

He's fine, and he gets to go home soon, and she gets to love him all she wants.

Harry turns his head as she steps forward. "Angel," he breathes out.

It makes her eyes well up with tears again. "I love you," she just lets it out, as if she's told Harry this every day as if she never went a moment not saying it.

"Oh my angel," Harry begins to cry, feeling overwhelmed and incredibly happy. His angel loves him, and although this isn't a perfect day, the moment is.

Mitch and Sarah sneak out quietly, shutting the door behind them to give them their privacy.

"I love you so much. Please come here." Harry replies, voice shaky.

In the next second, she's moving forward, pulling the chair as close as she can as he grabs her hands, squeezing them tightly. She leans down and presses her lips to his chapped pink lips. They move gently, pouring all their love and fears into the kiss. Telling each other that the worst is over and they are together, and they are fine. Y/N pulls back, knowing she can't kiss him as long as she'd like due to his sensitive lungs.

"Harry, I love you, and I was so scared I'd never get to say it."

"I'm sorry, angel; I never wanted you to get a call like this, at least not before talking about it."

"Me either," She sniffles, no longer able to control her tears, "but it happened, and I'm just happy you're okay."

"I'm okay," he repeats. She smiles, taking one of her hands out of his hold to wipe his tears away; Harry can't help but lean his head into her gentle touch. "I'm okay because my angel is always looking after me.

"Harry."

"It's true. I've never been luckier and safer since you came into my life." She smiles. "But there's something we have to talk about." He continues, and by the tone of his voice, it's going to be serious.

"Are you okay?"

"What? I'm fine. You're the one in a hospital bed." Her tone is defensive.

"There's something wrong. I can see it."

Y/n sighs, taking a deep breath. She takes her hand out of his hold.

Harry is quick to mask his hurt.

"I don't like that you're hurt. I hate that we aren't at home in the kitchen dancing around to your Sunday playlist as I bake you a new treat." She says in a rush.

"Hey, love, relax," he says and gestures for her to move in closer. She does so, allowing him to take hold of her hands with a firm grip this time.

"You're upset because I got hurt?" She nods in reply to his question. It's stupid because, of course, he's going to get hurt; it'd be naive to think he wouldn't in his job.

"It's part of the job." He says simply. It's something he wants her to accept and remember. She thinks back to a month into dating when he told her about his ex-girlfriend and how she couldn't handle the unknown of the job each day he left her. Y/N thought she'd be fine, but she loves him, and losing him would be something she could never recover from.

"I know. It's just not easy to see." Her voice was quiet and defeated.

"What do we do?" Harry asks, and Y/N freezes; she can feel her heart beating in her ears.

What do we do?

"What do you mean?" She can feel her hands begin to shake.

"This can happen again." He gestures to him in the hospital bed.

"I know." She says softly.

"Is this something you can handle or not?" He asks very direct. She knows this might not be the first time he's had the conversation, but she just told him she loved him, and he's questioning her. She's allowed to feel this way, but it doesn't mean she can't handle it.

"Y/N," he begins, "I'm incredibly happy with you. I see you and me together for a long time. You're it for me, but this job is my life."

"I know," she repeats. "I would never ask you to give up your job."

Harry stares at her; heartbreak passes through his eyes. "Are you asking me to give you up?

She shakes her and begs for the tears not to fall, but it's no use. She feels them falling and can't wipe them as Harry has a hold of her hands.

"Harry, I love you." He frowns as if fearing the worst. "I love you, and I'd rather love you every moment I have you than let you go now and never know what could have been."

"Oh, thank god." Harry lets out a deep breath. She giggles. "I'm sorry we couldn't have this conversation earlier; honestly, I feared if I brought it up, you could possibly break up with me, and I selfishly wanted to have you longer."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere, not if it's up to me. Seeing you laid up is hard but knowing I get to be there for you makes up for it. Also helps that I'm a nurse."

"That it does."

Y/n grins at Harry, leaning in to kiss him, short and sweet for now. Each kiss never fails to make her heart race, and due to Harry's heart monitor, she knows it does the same to him. They sit in silence, staring at each other as Harry traces small shapes against Y/N's cheeks, loving the feeling of her in his hand. Especially when she lets out a soft giggle when he hits a sensitive spot.

"Move in with me," Y/N blurts out after a while of silence.

It shocks Harry. "What?"

"Until you're better. That way, I can be your in-home nurse."

"Only until I'm better?" She nods. "So, you'll give me the boot after." Harry teases.

Y/N can feel her cheeks warming up but pushes through, "Only if you're a bad patient."

Harry smiles, dimples on full display for her, always for her. "Okay, I can be good and naughty only when you ask."

"Harry!" She gasps.

He throws his head back, laughing.

"God, I'm so lucky to love you." His words warm her heart, and she promises to tell him every day from now on.

"Now get up here and cuddle me. I got Mitch to cue up Netflix."

"Are you sure?" She stands slipping her shoes off, knowing he won't be taking no for an answer.

"Going to deprive an injured man of what he wants most?"

"Guess not."

"Good."

Y/N crawls on and lays on his side, carefully resting her head on his chest. Harry presses kiss after kiss for his comfort, knowing he will be okay and has his favorite person by his side. She chooses Legally Blonde knowing it's Harry's comfort movie as much as he tries to deny it.

For an unusual start to their Sunday, it ends right; together in bed, a hospital bed but nonetheless a bed, together arms wrapped tight around each other.

Y/N might not have liked that Harry got hurt, but he's okay, and he will recover.

That's all she could ever ask for.

thank you so much for reading!

please send me a message of what you thought or if you'd like to see more firefighter harry

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[finelinevogue]

I am *respectfully* begging for a oneshot based off the song Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift🥺

okay let’s have a bit of fun with this mwhaha;

The moon was at full peak.

She was sat in the black canvas of a starry sky, shining down on the party below or at least so you thought she was. The flute glasses glowed under her brightness and bubbled with happiness. The pool was reflecting her image so beautifully. Everyone looked amazing in their gorgeous evening outfits of silk and lace, Gucci and Prada, chatting and laughing away as the night was close to striking midnight.

“Such a lovely party, Y/N.” Another guest thanked you, you not having the faintest idea of who they were.

You and Harry were hosting a dinner party in the back garden of his Malibu palace to celebrate his recent success over this past year. He’d had movie after movie, along with an album and a tour. He had done exceptionally well for himself, so he wanted to throw the most lavish party to celebrate with his friends and family that had helped him through it all. You had been in charge of organising food and a live band, Harry in charge of the guest list, Mitch in charge of decorations - bu really it had been Sarah - and Gemma in charge of the drinks; specifically champagne.

“I’m glad.” You smiled, as you poured yourself another glass of the bubbles. You felt the warmth of someones hand slide onto your exposed back, making you shiver with temptation and love.

“Have I told you just how beautiful you look this evening?” Harry spoke softly against your ear, kissing over the skin where his words had touched you.

He had been showing you off all night, always introducing you as ‘my beautiful girlfriend’ and keeping you close to him whenever he could. He would pull out his wallet and show people the picture he kept of you in there. It was one he’d taken of you laughing as you ran away from him on the beach. Even though the photo was black and white it was obvious how happy you were. He loved having you near and whenever someone said that they hadn’t seen you yet, he knew to go straight to the desserts table and find you shovelling yet another chocolate coated strawberry into your mouth not-so-gracefully.

“You have, but I won’t stop you if you want to do it again.” You replied, quite enjoying the flattering compliments. You’d dressed yourself in a silky evening gown that was in a deep red colour and Harry was having a hard time keeping his hands off of you. The front was v-cut, with the back completely open too, so it left your skin exposed for Harry to treat himself to. You turned around in his hold and pushed your body into his, making him hum in appreciation.

“I can’t stop thinking how much I want to kiss you.” He looked at your lips as he spoke, wanting to stain his own lips with the bold colour you’d painted on yours. You were so delicious and he wanted to devour every inch of you.

“Well what’s stopping you?” You reached a hand up to scrunch his curls under your fingers, the bracelets on your arm sliding down and jingling with another.

“Meet me upstairs in 5 minutes.” He replied, making you furrow your eyebrows in curiosity of what he was playing at.

“Should I ask why?”

“You shouldn’t, I don’t want to answer when my mum is standing just across the room.” He made you both chuckle, before leaning back from you to give you a quick once over. “Wow.” He breathed out, the biggest grin to his face. “5 minutes.”

And then he was gone.

You bit your lip as he rushed straight over to his mum and sister, who were both eagerly smiling at him. You couldn’t help but fall in love with him a little more at the sight. He was so innocent and full of love and happiness, you were so in awe of him and his beautiful qualities.

You did a quick scour of the room, making sure there were no unhappy faces, before heading in the direction of the bathroom to freshen up before visiting Harry. As you walked up the stairs you noticed a conversation between one of Harry’s cousins and one of his American friends, it sounded quite argumentative so you went to make sure everything was alright.

“You both okay?” You asked sweetly, your heels clicking on the floor as you approached them.

“God you’re just everywhere aren’t you?” The friend laughed, but you could tell she wasn’t laughing for a joke.

“I’m sorry?” You asked shocked at her tone, wondering what the problem was here.

“You’re so up in everyone else’s business always.”

“I don’t understand—”

“No of course you don’t. God, I understand why Harry finds you so annoying and clingy.”

“Kia—” The cousin gasped in shock of Kia’s words.

“No, you know i’m right Rachel just be quiet.” Kia shushed Rachel and brought her attention back to you.

“Harry thinks i’m clingy?” You asked, trying to understand what was really going on.

“That amongst lots of other things.”

“He would never. He loves me.” Your argued, slight tears in your eyes from letting her get to you like this. It was different than tabloids because you were actually hearing it from someone’s mouth, rather than an edited and faceless article. It stung so much more.

“And? Did you really think he would ever stick around for someone like you?” Kia laughed and then walked off, strutting her and her perfect body away from you and back to the main party area. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, trying to understand what her words truly meant to you.

“Y/N…” Rachel tried to console you, but you didn’t want her. You wanted Harry and yet now you didn’t.

“Do you think all that too?” You asked quietly, scared to hear an answer. You got your answer though when she spoke nothing and tilted her head down in shame. You understood. “Okay, thank you.” You quietly said and tried your best to smile, but you knew it didn’t reach your eyes.

You started walking towards the stairs, thinking what this all meant. You always had a back thought that Harry was too good for you, but you just never let yourself be put in the position to think upon that thought. Now though. Now, you were thinking.

Of course you would be naive enough to think that your happily ever after would be with the one man who’s heart could be taken by every other woman on the planet. Even your university teacher had once talked about having a crush on him and he had only been 21 at the time. You never thought here, when he was 27, would you possibly be the one to hold his heart. You did, though, but it wouldn’t be forever - Kia was right, Rachel was right. Everyone knew, but you were just too blinded by his love for you right now to think that it will just wilt away in the future. You were a rose, beautiful and in it’s prime as it flourished on the love it was fed, but after time when even the smallest amounts of love are forgotten to be given the rose wilts and so dies. It’s forgotten about in turn and left to degrade itself into oblivion.

You walked the stairs slowly, completely numb to your core. How could all of 5 minutes turn your emotions 180° and permanently? Your brain ran over the thoughts and little moments that you should’ve picked up on before. Like, when Harry forgot your anniversary and blowing it off that he had been at some work-do but he’d really been at Karlie Kloss’ birthday party. Like, when Harry stopped sending you postcards when he was on tour. Like, when he did that heart-rate test and saw a picture of Camille, looking utterly stunning, on the Victoria Secret runway his heart beat was incredibly high. Is that what he wanted 30 years from now? A model? Someone who was in the same business as him and could understand. You tried to, you really did, but it was starting to feel like maybe you weren’t to be enough.

Making your way down the hallway this way, you couldn’t help but feel like it was for the last time. There was this gut feeling that whatever Harry wanted you for, was going to make sure you were both reminded why you couldn’t be together.

“Damn. You’re a vision.” Harry whistled and you then spotted him at the end of the hallway, the moon shining in through the window and lighting him up like the pure angel he was. You weren’t worthy of his heart. You could only chuckle, not having the passion to make a flirty comment back. Not anymore.

“Listen Harry—” “Okay I have to ask you—” You both talked at the same time, bringing only a nervous chuckle to your face.

“You first.” He offered.

“No, you.” You offered back and he took it.

“Okay, alright.” He breathed in heavily. “You’re so beautiful.” He started, making you blush a little but it was dim up here so you weren’t worried about him noticing. Hopefully he didn’t see the sadness in your eyes either.

“Thank you.” You replied humbly.

“And I want to be able to wake up and tell you that every single day—”

“Harry…” You cut him off, your heart having just dropped so low to the floor.

“Yes?”

“Is this…”

“If you let me continue, yes.” He laughed, thinking that you were happy for him to continue. He was about to, but you cut him off.

“Don’t.” You said, a shake in your voice that was very apparent.

“Don’t— what?” He asked confused, stepping closer to you and only for you to step back. He stopped when he noticed that he would not be able to make distance to you, furrowing his eyebrows and looking hurt. Really hurt. Pain that you and you alone were causing him.

“Don’t ask me the question I think you’re about to.” You held of your hand to both stop him coming closer and to stop him talking. “Just don’t.”

“Baby… what?” Harry asked confused, tears visible in his eyes now. He just wanted to be near you and understand.

“Harry… Don’t make me say it.” You warned him.

“Say what?”

“Harry…”

“Y/N, say what?”

“No!” You shouted, loud enough that people downstairs might’ve heard. “No, Harry. No. I won’t marry you.” You started to cry and let the tears fall freely. You deserved to feel like your heart had been ripped from your chest, the same way you deserved to cry forever. You deserved nothing but pain to repay the damage you’d caused Harry.

“Wha—” He started, but you were too selfish to stick around and watch him crumble. You shot off down the hallway and down the stairs, making your way to the front door. Luckily you didn’t have to go through the masses of people to face the disappointing faces. Luckily no one had to see your cries, except Kia. She was stood by the front door, holding out your coat already as if she were waiting for you.

“Kia what—”

“You thought this evening was for Harry? No. It was for you.” She shoved your coat to you, making you stumble back from the force.

“What?”

“This was your surprise engagement party, with the surprise being the fucking engagement. Everyone knew about it apart from you. He had this plan of asking you and then coming downstairs to everyone yelling surprise. Seems like you fucked that up though.” She sneered at you and your sobs fell from your throat harder than before, your makeup ruining the prettiness of your face as it ran from all the salty tears.

“But you…”

“I what? Said a bunch of bullshit? I was only saying things you’ve heard a million times before. I was making sure you were the right person for our Harry. Seems like you’re far from it.” She chuckled, shaking her head in disappointment at you.

“You’re cruel.”

“No, Y/N, you are. You just did the one thing that I would’ve never done; break Harry’s heart.” She looked at you in disgust before opening the door for you. You gave her one last look, hate in her eyes for you, before you walked outside with the door slamming forcefully behind you. Your heart being left besides Harry’s broken one.

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[yubiina]

Duskwood- A one shot on how MC is angry with Jake for not giving her enough time, and Jake trying to make up to her.

Thanks in advance.

And, Lights Out was amazing x)

Thnx sm for the support on lights out I'm glad ppl liked it!.

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It had been 3 days, 3 full days that Jake had refused to leave his room, only popping here and there to use the restroom and get a snack, you'd think mabye he'd say hi to you here and there, hell, spare a glance at you?

But he didn't even speak to you when you two met in the kitchen unless you spoke to him. And whenever you did he'd just end the conversation quickly and retreat to his room

"sorry Y/N I'm busy"

"Mabye later"

" I'll be back" yeah, he never comes back.

Sometimes you'd peak from the living room and wait for him to come out, making your presence known whenever he opened the door but he'd walk right past you saying he's busy, grabbing whatever he needed and going back in again.

You thought if you cooked he'd have no other choice but to sit down and eat with you, but he'd thank you and take it to his room.

This was like living alone again, it was driving you insane, you always looked forward to being greeted by Jake when you came back from a long day of work, when he'd ask you about how everything went and let you rant about whatever pissed you off that day.

And when he'd pick you up and bring you to bed when you'd accidentally fall asleep on the couch. It was these small things that made your day.

It hurt more than you'd like to led on, that hurt turned into bottled up anger

But you let everything slide because you didn't want to bother him, forcing him out of work would make you feel selfish and inconsiderate, you thought what we he's working on must be pretty important if he's ignoring you.

But just because you understood doesn't mean you're just going to sit back and let him live like this. You're sure he's probably exhausted too from staring at the computer and working day night.

Your layed unmoving on the couch, scrolling through your phone when you saw it.

" I wanted to prank my boyfriend with the recent voice message that's been going around" the feminine voice cheered form your screen, giggling.

There was a popular tiktok trend going around where girlfriends would prank their boyfriends with another male's voice on the phone, making it look like another man called them to see their reaction.

As you were about the scroll past it that's when it clicked, your eyes now darted and fixed on the ceiling while your brain started to rush with ideas and it clicked. With a satisfied smile you look at the door from across the living room, the door that leads to Jake's bedroom.

He'd pay for ignoring you and he'd pay well.

" what on earth is it Y/N" he said with a yawn, you'd call him multiple times from across the room and he'd always shout back that he was busy or say he'd be "there in a min"

You eye twitched, he has the audacity to sound annoyed now?

After you shouted enough times, saying it's important, you heard him groan and open the door making his way to the kitchen and stared at your form.

You stayed focused on the pot in front of you , stirring with a wooden spoon, not sparing a glance at him. While stirring you looked at your phone, like whatever you were doing was more important than acknowledging his presence

"well?" He asked annoyed.

With a suprised face you glanced at him, like you forgot he was there.

" I need you to taste test this, it's a new recipe" you said in a monotone voice.

Jake huffed " are you serious Y/N, you called for that?"

" just try it Jake" you said handing him the spoon.

As he brought the spoon to his mouth and placed it back on the pot, that's when he heard it.

" yo what's good shawty, your man still around?" He immediately turned his head to you, who know had his back on him and pressed your phone to your ear

"no I'll be ther-" before you could finish you were interrupted by the man behind you.

" the fuck" he stepped in front of you, eyes glaring at your phone, one hand near it to take it. You stopped the recording and at stared at him with a raised eyebrow.

"yeah?" You slithered away from him, making your way to your closet looking for clothes. Jake followed right behind you.

" what the fuck was that Y/N" his voice was higher pitched than it usually was, that's how you knew he was mad.

He grew even more panicked as you started picking clothes.

" what the problem now?" you bit back not bothering to even look back as you continued to sort out your clothes.

" what do you mean, another man just called you-" he began only to be interrupted by you who had fully turned to him, giving him your undivided attention

" what the hell are so mad for? You're the one who's been ignoring me for 3 days" he fell silent.

" and you act so unbothered by it too like I wasn't anything to begin with" his eyebrows furrowed as he titled his head at your remark

" oh please don't act like you don't know. You want me to just sit back and be ok with you living in your room for 3 days and completely ignoring me when I need you?" You continued, now it was your time to raise your voice.

" cuz I'm not. Damn it Jake I don't wanna be a bitch but I'm sick of you avoiding me like I'm the fucking plague" you let your words hang in the air, now heavy with tension after outburst"

" I've had enough with-" Jake's hands slowly lifted cradling your right cheek, you noticed his expression, he got the message, that's enough Y/N.

You held his hands as he pulled you in, kissing you and softly back you in the closet. Wrapping your legs around his torso he lifted you as you hugged his neck and he brought you to the couch.

It was all silent after that. He didn't talk back, he didn't mention it, he just brought you to the couch, placed you under him and looked down at you, occasionally giving you pecks and caressing your hand with his fingers.

" I'm sorry, you know I don't-" he huffed throwing his head back in frustration and closed his eyes.

" you know I don't do it on purpose". You latched onto him, your face placed below his neck.

"I'm not asking you to completely put your work away when I want to. I just don't want you to forget about me" you said in a small voice.

" that's not happening baby" he kissed the top of your head and put one arm on your waist, the other playing with your hair.

You just hummed in approval. The both of you enjoying each- other's affection in silence. Comfortable silence that would soon break

" was that Phil?"

" god jake-"

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[nhlandotherimagines]

Everything About You- Mitch Marner

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And they blurbs continue! Here is number 10 of the Up All Night series, with the one and only Mitch Marnie ❤️

I had a lot of fun writing this one, but just a heads up it contains a lot of crying, infidelity (not by Mitch or Y/n but still), anxiety/panic attacks, loss of a loved one, and of course some friends to lovers fluff in there too! I hope you all enjoy it ❤️❤️❤️

You know I've always got your back, girl, so let me be the one you come running to, running to, running

Today has not been your day at all. Work totally kicked your ass, and now this! “Isaac what the hell?” Your voice cracks a little, but you can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed. All you feel at this moment is rage, because your boyfriend of two years is sitting in your shared living room with some other girls’ tongue down his throat.

“Y/n! You’re home early!” He practically pushes the girl to the floor in an attempt to look innocent.

“Oh I’m sorry! Was that inconvenient for you? Please ignore me and go back to business, I’ll just be in OUR bedroom!” You’re yelling now, moving with purpose towards your bedroom. Slamming the door behind you, you pull your phone out of your pocket. Eyes filling with tears, you press on his contact as fast as you can trying to keep your composure.

“Hey Y/n! What’s up?” Mitch’s voice is sing-songy like it always is, but today it does little to make you feel better.

“I need you to come get me...” your voice trails off as your whole body begins trembling. “Isaac c-cheated and I just, I need to go. Please.” You’re crying now. So much so that you don’t register much of Mitch’s response, aside from him promising he’d be there soon.

———

“Where is she?” Mitch is angry, you can hear it from down the hall. Mitch doesn’t get angry though, and you quickly realize this might become a much bigger problem very quickly.

“Get lost Mitch.” Isaac spits at him, and your breath hitches in your throat. You don’t make out the words that leave Mitch’s mouth next, but you do hear a crash as your feet carry you towards the front door as fast as they can move.

“Mitch don’t!” The words leave your mouth faster than you have time to take in the scene before you. Mitch is gripping the collar of Isaac’s hoodie, and has him pushed up against the wall. Both men turn to you when they hear your voice, and you’re thankful, because it looked as though Mitch was ready to swing. “Please let’s just go.” Your voice and eyes plead with Mitch, and it has his heart breaking. He lets go of Isaac, but not without giving him a shove first.

“You’re not going with him.” Isaac announces, sending Mitch a dirty look.

“Watch me,” you shoot back at him before turning to Mitch. “Can you come help grab my bags please?”

And he does. The whole while Isaac cursing and swearing under his breath, and you easily ignore him. That is until you’re slipping your jacket and shoes on. “I don’t see what your fucking problem is! You’re the one whoring around with the entire leafs roster.” His words have you seeing red, and thankfully Mitch can read you like a book. He wraps a hand gently around your bicep, but hard enough that in your attempt to lunge at Isaac he holds you back.

“For the record asshole, Y/n hasn’t so much as looked at anyone on the team in a suggestive way. So some time in between being a dipshit, get your facts straight.” Mitch’s voice is cool and collected, and it eases your mind as he pulls you and your bags out of the apartment.

As you make your way to Mitch’s car, you feel numb. The whole situation runs through your brain over and over, but somehow you remain emotionless. Slipping into the front seat, you wait as Mitch loads your things into the back. You’re so in your head, you barely notice him get in and start the car.

“I’m sorry I called you, but I didn’t know what else to do.” Your voice is hardly above a whisper, but Mitch hears you loud and clear. He immediately pulls the car back into the spot he just pulled out of, slamming the car right back into park causing your body to jerk forward slightly.

“Do not apologize to me, are you serious?” You turn to him, and he sends you a sad smile taking your hands in his. “I am so happy you called me! I want to be the person you call when you need something. Anything! I will come running anytime anywhere if you need me! Do you understand?”

The emotions that you hadn’t been able to find just moments ago find you now in full force. Tears steadily stream down your face, and all you can do is nod as Mitch pulls you awkwardly into his chest. The centre console digs into your ribs, but the pain doesn’t compare to the ache in your heart. Besides, in the comfort of your best friend’s arms, you’ve never felt more safe.

I see it's just a matter of fact, girl. You just call my name, I'll be coming through, coming through, I'll keep coming.

Living with Mitch was the easiest, yet hardest, thing you’ve ever done. Your plan was to move back home to your parents place, but Mitch pouted and complained about not being able to see you. So after hours of lighthearted arguments, you decided to stay. You fit well with Mitch, but there is one thing that is starting to become an issue. His teammates.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Will chirps the moment Mitch and a few of his teammates arrive to pregame before going out for drinks. Somehow Mitch’s place always gets offered up as a place to host these get togethers. Sure, you love all the guys, and they are your friends too, but the whole ‘girlfriend’ chirp was getting old fast.

“Still not his girlfriend!” You call out, peaking around the corner to let the boys know you’re in the kitchen. You got a head start on the drinking, and are currently pouring yourself a hefty glass of wine.

“Great, so you’re free to go on a date with me then.” Will winks at you as he leans against the counter beside you.

“Absolutely not!” Mitch pipes in before you even can formulate a response. Everyone’s head snaps towards Mitch, and his cheeks seem to turn a shade darker. “I’m not letting her date any of you, she could do a million times better! No offence Willy.”

“Oh none taken.” Will manages to get out while stifling a laugh.

———

The bar was packed, you knew it would be. You had insisted you would just stay home, because it was the boys night to celebrate their win, but Mitch wasn’t having it. So here you were trying to find your way to the bar for another drink. Bodies all around you, bumping into you, spilling drinks, and it felt hard to breath.

As your hands start to shake, you abandon the idea of another drink and instead turn to head back towards the group. Your breath hitches in your throat as you turn to see a sea of people. You try and push your way through, but with every step you begin to feel smaller. Your entire body begins to shake, every small brush of a limb against you has your head spinning. Panic sets into your bones, as your heart begins to race. Your eyes frantically scan the crowd looking for Mitch, as you begin wringing your hands together anxiously.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Where is Mitch?” You begin muttering to yourself. Obsessively repeating his name to yourself as if you’d forget who it was you were looking for if you stop. Of course you had to ask him to hold onto your cellphone for you!

Tears sting your eyes, and the anxiety wracking your body manifests itself into fear now. It feels as though everyone is staring at you like you’re crazy, and you don’t feel safe here. Unable to find your bearings in a room that seems to be spinning around you, you do the only thing you know how to. You call out for Mitch.

His name falls from your lips, and you know how pathetic it sounds, but you don’t care. You’re just praying that he hears you, so you call out for him again. “Mitch! Where are you?!” People are definitely staring now, but you feel like you’re moments away from passing out.

A hand grips your shoulder causing you to jump back. As you whip your head around to see who grabbed you, your eyes are met by a very concerned Mitch. You fall against his chest, and he holds you close as you try to not fall apart.

You barely register the fact that Mitch is leading you through the crowd, aside from the fact your feet are moving. You still have your face pressed into his chest as the two of you step out of the bar.

“Hey what’s wrong?” His voice is soft as he runs a hand through your hair softly. You can’t respond with words. Instead you squeeze your fists tighter in his shirt, as your body begins to tremble against him. The tears, mixed with your makeup, will surely stain his shirt, but you can’t stop. “Woah! Shh don’t cry, it’s okay I’m here.” Mitch rubs your back in slow circles as you desperately cling to him. You stay like that for awhile, but soon enough you come to your senses and feel like a total idiot. You pull away from Mitch abruptly, and turn away from him aggressively wiping at your face. “God I’m sorry Mitch! I’m such a baby!” You groan. You’re angry at yourself, and super embarrassed. So much so, that if it weren’t for the fact your phone was still in Mitch’s pocket, you would have just ran away.

“Y/n?” His voice sounds so unsure, yet so soft. You can’t bring yourself to look at him just yet, but you do turn back towards him. “I shouldn’t have let you go to the bar alone, I’m sorry. Did someone hurt you? Because I swear to god I will go in there and fight for you no questions asked.” He adds a little chuckle at the end, but his tone gives away the fact he’s telling the truth. You have no doubts Mitch would fight for you, it’s why you love him.

Holy shit. You love Mitch!

“N-no one hurt me Mitch I just, I don’t know. I got overwhelmed, and scared. I didn’t have my phone, and I couldn’t find you a-and I just shut down. God I’m so stupid! I’m an adult and I can’t even get a drink for myself.” You stare at your feet, willing the tears away that once again threaten to fall down your cheeks. In a moment, Mitch has your face in his hands tilting your head up, forcing you to look in his eyes.

“Stop that.” His eyes are looking into yours like he’s trying to read your mind. “You are so far from stupid! I’m sorry I didn’t find you faster, I’m sorry I let you go alone. You’re okay now though alright? Let’s go home yeah?” You nod, but neither of you dare to move. His face is only inches from yours, and you use this moment to just take him in. He’s absolutely beautiful. His hair falling over his forehead, his perfect skin, his blue eyes, his lips. He’s perfect. You realize you’ve been staring at his lips a beat too long when he licks his lip. The action pulls you from your daze, and you let your eyes wander back up to his, which are focused on your own lips. Your breath catches in your throat as his eyes meet yours again.

“We should go.” You awkwardly clear your throat, completely ruining whatever that was. Mitch slowly drops his hands back to his sides, shaking his head lightly.

“Yeah let’s go.”

On the other side of the world, it don't matter, I'll be there in two, I'll be there in two, I'll be there in two

Loss is something that everyone will experience at least once in their life. You have had your fair share, but none to date hurt quite like this one. Losing someone so close to your heart, and being completely alone. Your family all in a completely different province, your best friend is in a completely different country playing hockey, and you are laying completely still. Unable to move from the spot you collapsed into after the conversation with your mom.

Death wasn’t new to you, but being alone certainly was. So all you could do was cry.

You only lift your head from the pillow when your phone rings. A picture of you and Mitch flashes on the screen, letting you know he wants to FaceTime.

“Hey Mitch, how was the game?” You ask after accepting the call, but keeping your camera off.

“The game was good... did you not watch it?” He asks, rightfully confused, because you had told him you’d watch it.

“Oh well uh- something came up I’m sorry.” Your excuse is poor, but not entirely untrue. Mitch might have even let you away with it, if it weren’t for the small sniffle you let out at the end.

“Y/n are you crying?” You see the concern written on his face, as a fresh batch of tears start falling. “Please turn the camera on.”

You listen to him, no energy left in you to argue. As you see your face pop up on the screen you immediately regret it. You look awful, and Mitch’s eyes soften when he sees you. “I’m fine Mitch I just- Mom called me, and I’m just having a rough night. It just sucks being alone.”

“Is everything okay?” He questions, but you can tell he’s trying not to be pushy. All you can do is shake your head, more tears falling down your face. Mitch feels his heart break in two as he watches you fall apart on his phone screen. “I’m coming home.”

“I know you’ll be home tomorrow night, I’ll be okay. I’m sorry I’m such a mess.” You aren’t sure how you manage to string coherent sentences together, but you do. You feel silly telling Mitch you don’t like being alone, it’s not his fault he has to travel so much for work.

“No I’m coming home now. I’ll be there in 4 hours okay? Just hang in there for me alright?” You look at the screen and realize Mitch is frantically throwing things into his suitcase. After he manages to stuff everything into the suitcase he zips it up and looks back at his screen. You still haven’t responded, so he speaks again. “4 hours, and I’ll be there. I promise.”

And he kept his promise. 3 hours and 56 minutes later he crawls into your bed and holds you until you fell asleep.

I still feel it every time, it's just something that you do. Now ask me why I want to.

“Wow he’s really smitten with you isn’t he?” Audrey, Justin Holl’s wife gushes. You had just filled her and the other WAGs in on why Mitch had flown home for you just over a month ago.

“He’s a really great friend.” You smile shyly, eyes searching for the topic of conversation himself. When you find him, he’s smiling at you, him and Justin leaning against a wall both sipping beers. You send him a small wave, and he winks back at you.

“Oh come on! A ‘really good friend’ doesn’t pack up a work trip on a moments notice and fly home to you like that. This boy is totally gone for you! Honestly I assumed you two would have gotten together by now.” Audrey gestures between the two of you dramatically, and your cheeks heat up.

“He doesn’t like me like that.” You insist. If they could feel how fast your heart is racing though, they’d know just how badly you wanted what they were saying to be true.

———

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Mitch asks as he closes the apartment door behind him. You have just gotten back from Justin and Audrey’s and you’ve hardly spoken a word to him.

“Just thinking.” You mutter, hanging up your jacket and throwing your keys on the desk.

“Care to share with the class?” He chirps, smiling widely as he hangs his coat on the hook next to yours. The moment is so incredibly domestic, and your stomach is doing somersaults at the thought of it.

“Just something Audrey said.” You pause for a moment unsure if you really want to tell Mitch what’s really going through your head. “Can I ask you something?” You flop down onto the couch, watching him over the back of the couch as he grabs you both a beer from the fridge.

“Shoot!” He grins, handing you a beer and taking a seat right next to you. He pops open his beer, and leans back against the couch throwing an arm around your shoulders. He looks at you expectantly as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Why are you so nice to me?” His brows knit together in confusion, so you choose to elaborate. “Like I get that we are friends, best friends even, but you go out of your way to always be there for me. Stepping out on work to fly home to me because I’m sad, isn’t really something a best friend does. So why are you so nice? I don’t need you to take pity on me if that’s what this is. I don’t want to be a charity case.”

Mitch sits forward on the couch now. His arm no longer around you, instead both elbows are planted on his knees. He’s picking at the label on his beer like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. This isn’t a side of him you see often. Mitch Marner is nervous.

“It’s not like that at all! You aren’t a charity case!” He still hasn’t looked at you, and the distance he’s putting between you has you panicking.

“So tell me what it’s like. Come on Mitch, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” You tease, bumping his shoulder playfully with your own. Your attempt to lighten the mood even just a little works momentarily, as a small smile breaks out on Mitch’s face.

“You really want to know why I do all of that stuff for you?” His eyes search yours now, hoping he finds the answer he’s looking for. He’s hoping that you are ready to hear what he has to say, and when you place your hand on his arm with a smile he knows it’s going to be okay. “It’s because I love you.”

It's everything about you, everything that you do. From the way that we touch, baby, to the way that you kiss on me. It's everything about you, the way you make it feel, new. Like every party is just us two, and there's nothin' I could point to. It's everything about you.

“Mitch-“ your voice is a warning. Or maybe it’s a plea. Even you aren’t sure, because your heart is in your throat right now.

“I’m serious. I love you. I think I always have, I mean what isn’t there to love? You always make me feel important, like no one else matters and I’ve been trying so hard to make you feel the same way. To make you feel like you’re worth it, because you are so worth it. I love everything about you. I love how funny, sweet, strong, and caring you are. I love how you are just so you. There is not one single thing that made me love you, it was everything. I’m sorry if this is weird for you, but I’m just being honest.” His whole body seems to relax a bit after he finishes speaking. It is almost as if you can see the weight lifting from his shoulders. A weight you hadn’t realized he carried with him, and you want so badly to apologize to him. Tell him you’re sorry for not realizing sooner, and that you wish he hadn’t carried that weight for you. You want to tell him you’re not perfect, and that he has you all wrong. Mostly though, you just want to tell him you love him too.

The only way you know how to tell Mitch exactly how you feel about him isn’t by telling him all of those things with simple words, you have to show him. So, taking a deep breath, you lift your hand from Mitch’s arm, and place gently on the back of his neck. You gently dance your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, and you feel a shiver pass through him. He slowly lifts his eyes to yours again, and without another second of hesitation you’re pulling him into you.

When his lips reach yours, you kiss him with all you have. You pour yourself into him in hopes of showing him how grateful you are for him, and how much you love him. He smiles against your lips, as he pulls you into his lap. He hugs your body to his own, and you grip his hair like you’re scared to let go.

After kissing for what feels like forever, but also not nearly long enough, you pull away to catch your breath. Your foreheads are pressed together, both of you breathing heavily, and both sporting mile wide grin.

“Wow.” Mitch breathes out, causing you to giggle. “Add that to the list.”

“List?” You ask curiously, sitting back in his lap to get a better look at him. His hair is messy, lips swollen and red, and his eyes have never looked more blue.

“The list of things I love about you. The way you kiss me, I can add that to the list of everything.” The happiness you feel in this moment has you feeling warm. Sure, maybe the way you found Mitch wasn’t conventional, but there was a reason you called him all those months ago. However it happened, you’ve never been more happy to call someone yours.

#Up All Night-series #mitch marner #mitch marner x reader #Mitch Marner fanfiction #mitch marner imagine #nhl fan fiction #nhl fanfic #nhl fanfiction #hockey fan fiction #hockey fanfic #hockey fanfiction #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey imagines

[ginnyweasleymybeloved]

evermore x hp / masterlist

hp x readers based on the absolute masterpiece that is evermore by the love of my life taylor swift. i’ll be posting these fics once or twice a week and i will update the links once i’ve posted each one <3 really hope you guys enjoy <3

// these aren’t going to be exact line by line songfics, but based around a particular line or verse //

all fic masterlist

[🌸 = fluff, 🍁= angst]

taglist: @padsfirewhisky

[🌸] willow - fred weasley x reader

“life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

they count me out time and time again

life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

but I come back stronger than a 90's trend”

summary: hogwarts’ most popular playboy has made it very clear that you, his best friend, are not his type. seeing as you were crushing on him hard, you decide to take matters into your own hands

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[🍁] champagne problems - ron weasley x reader

“you had a speech, you’re speechless

love slipped beyond your reaches

and i couldn’t give a reason

champagne problems”

summary: on a cold night in november, your boyfriend, ron, gets sentimental thinking about a future that you’re not sure you deserved

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[🌸] gold rush - ginny weasley x reader

“and the coastal town

we wandered ‘round had never

seen a love as pure as it”

summary: revelling in the fact that you have the most amazing girlfriend in the world, while unbeknownst to you, she’s thinking exactly the same thing

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[🌸🍁] ‘tis the damn season - cedric diggory x reader

“so we could call it even

you could call me babe for the weekend

‘tis the damn season

write this down

i’m stayin’ at my parent’s house

and the road not taken looks real good now

and it always leads to you in my hometown”

summary: you bump into an old flame and old feelings catch up to you as you find yourself rekindling said flame

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[🍁] tolerate it - harry potter x reader

“i made you my temple, my mural, my sky

now i’m begging for footnotes in the story of your

life

drawing hearts in the bylines

always taking up too much space or time

you assume i’m fine, but what would you do if i

break free and leave us in ruins?

took this dagger in me and removed it?

gain the weight of you then lose it

believe me, i could do it”

summary: in the chaos of war, harry pushes the one person he didn’t ever want to lose, to the brink of walking away from him

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[🍁] no body, no crime - marauders x reader / peter pettigrew x reader / sirius black x reader

“i think he did it but i just can’t prove it

no, no body no crime

but i ain’t letting up ‘till the day i die”

summary: your best friends, lily and james potter, were betrayed by their secret keeper however you’re sure it couldn’t have been sirius.

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[🌸] happiness - remus lupin x reader

“there is happiness

past the blood and bruise

past the curses and cries

beyond the terror of the nightfall

haunted by the look in my eyes

that would’ve loved you for a lifetime

leave it all behind

and there is happiness”

summary: after the death of his friends and the betrayal of sirius, remus fears that he has lost the capacity for happiness. until you came along

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[🌸] dorothea - hermoine granger x reader

“hey dorothea

do you ever stop and think about me?

when we were younger

down in the park

honey, making a lark of the misery

you got shiny friends since you left town

a tiny screen’s the only place i see you now

and i got nothing but well wishes for ya”

summary: you see your childhood best friend for the first time in nearly a decade, you hold the same love and respect for her now as you did then

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[🍁] coney island - george weasley x reader

“the question pounds my head

‘what’s a lifetime of achievement?’

if i pushed you to the edge

but you were too polite to leave me

and do you miss the rogue

who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?

will you forgive my soul

when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to

care?”

summary: business is booming and the joke shop is expanding at a rapid rate, by the time it reaches its peak, geoege wants to bask in his success with the woman he loves, only to realise he’d completely neglected you in favour of pursuing his dreams and he doesn’t know if you’ll forgive him for it

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[🍁🌸] ivy - harry potter x reader

“how’s one to know?

i’d live and die for moments that we stole

on begged and borrowed time

so tell me to run

or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become”

summary: he thinks he’ll only ruin you, you think he’s worth the risk

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[🍁] cowboy like me - sirius black x reader

“you’re a bandit like me

eyes full of stars

hustling for the good life

never thought i’d meet you here

it could be love

we could be the way forward

and i know i’ll pay for it”

summary: sirius runs into you at a pure-blood party he’d been dragged to, the pair of you find solace in each other and gravitate towards one another from then on, however, noting the similarities between you and him, you deduct that you’ll end up paying dearly when you begin to crave more than secret rendezvous at pure-blood occasions.

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[🌸] long story short - george weasley x reader

“and he’s passing by

rare as the glimmer as a comment in the sky

and he feels like home

if the shoe fits, walk in it everywhere you go”

summary: george weasley is undoubtedly the love of your life, you realise

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[🍁] marjorie - remus lupin x lupin!reader

“the autumn chill that wakes me up

you loved the amber skies so much

long limbs and frozen swims

you’d always go past where our feet could

touch

and i complained the whole way there

the car ride back and up the stairs

i should’ve asked you questions

i should’ve asked you how to be

asked you to write it down for me

should’ve kept every grocery store receipt

‘cause every scrap of you would be taken

from me”

summary: your father dies in the battle of hogwarts and you’re left to go through his things

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[🍁] closure - fred weasley x reader

“yes, i got your letter

yes, i’m doing better

it cuts deep to know ya, right to the bone

yes, i got your letter

yes, i’m doing better

i know that it’s over, i don’t need your

closure”

summary: you and fred have a messy breakup and after a few months he owls you to see how you’re doing, and it just so happens that you’re doing fine without him

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[🌸] evermore - harry potter x reader

“and i was catching my breath

floors of a cabin creaking under my steps

and i couldn’t be sure

i had a feeling so peculiar

this pain wouldn’t be for

evermore”

summary: a soft moment between you and harry as you heal from the war together

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[🍁🌸] right where you left me - sirius black x reader

“did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

time went on for everybody else, she won’t

know it

she’s still 23 inside her fantasy

how it was supposed to be

did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

break-ups happen everyday, you don’t have to

lose it

she’s still 23 inside her fantasy

and you’re sitting in front of me”

summary: when sirius is condemned to azkaban you wait, and wait, and wait, right where he left you

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[🍁] it’s time to go - george weasley x reader

“that old familiar body ache

the snaps from the same little breaks in your soul

you know when it’s time to go”

summary: transitioning from best friends to lovers isn’t always the best idea, sometimes it’s better to walk away before there’s nothing left to leave

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#harry potter x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #ginny weasley x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #hermoine granger x reader #ron weasley x reader #cedric diggory x reader

[windhamsrotunda]

Willow's Peak - A Jeff Hardy Fanfiction

Pairings: Jeff Hardy x Willow (OC)

Summary: It's the month October and Jeff and Willow attend a party, Willow has to deal with her drunk boyfriend who is careless about his drinking problem.

Warnings: Language, Alcohol Use, Angst.

Word Count: 1k+

Requested by: @cheycheyporter .

A/N: This is my first Jeff Hardy fanfic I have ever written, sorry if it sucks but - I tried. 😂

It was the middle of October, Willow and her boyfriend Jeff were at a party.

“Come on, Willow! Come join in on the fun!” Jeff hoisted his glass up in the air as Willow glared at an almost drunk Jeff Hardy. She wasn't a big fan of drinking, besides, she wanted Jeff to stay sober and not get pulled over after the party.

“No thank you,” She stated, turning her back in embarrassment. Jeff snarled, he stumbled over to his girlfriend who wasn't buying any of it.

“Just one sip please.” He begged, holding her arm tight and leaning up against it.

A firm “No.” was said by Willow. She pushed him off of her and  ran out the door, leaving her boyfriend behind the crowd. The purple led lights shone in the crowded room full of strangers, he didn't know where he was at the time due to the fact he was drunk.

 

“WILLOW!” He yelled, falling to his knees and weeping uncontrollably, causing the people to stop and stare over his panic episode.

“Done with you, Jeff.” Willow said to herself, plopping herself down on the grass outside and sat there for a good 10 minutes.

Soonly getting up, Jeff tied his hair into a bun, calmly walking outside still drunk.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, standing outside the slider door, already making a scene.

“What?” Willow growled, standing up from her spot and walking over towards him. She poked his chest with her finger hard, causing him to wince.

“The fuck, Willow?” He growled back at her, pushing her away.

“That was for a reason, because your hard headed ass won't stop drinking for a living,” She snapped, bawling her fists up at a drunk and a  “no idea where I'm at” Jeff. “Let's get home.” She stepped inside where he was barely standing, snatching the keys off the kitchen counter. Dragging a lifeless Hardy to the car, she was in embarrassment of how drunk her boyfriend was.

“Nooooo,” He wailed, eyes barely opening.

“Get in the car. Now.” She forced him into the car as she got in herself and drove off with speed.

“I don't give a damnnnn. I wanna go to the barrrr,” He slurred, feet up on the dashboard and singing to himself.

“Damn it, Jeff!” She swerved to the right side of the road almost crashing into a tree. “Almost gotten us killed!” She yelled, distracted by Jeff's loud and obnoxious singing, then stepping on the brakes to stop the car.

Jeff looked at her with bags under his eyes, smiling half, he pulled her close as Willow struggled to get out of his embrace.

“You stink like fucking alcohol and I don't like it!” She boomed.

Giving him a glare, he laughed at her.

“Stink like alcohol? Who me?” He bursted into laughter, Willow banged her fist on the steering wheel in frustration. Before starting up the car again, she said:

“You're going pass the line of being “sober”.

Jeff looked at her as if she was a lunatic, not believing what she's saying. “Willowww, I love youuuu.” He said, longing it out.

“Uh huh.” Willow rolled her eyes, now  starting up the car to drive to her house.

***AT THE HOUSE***

Extending a hand out to Jeff, he shook his head in defiance. Acting defiant whenever he was drunk was the way in order to make her mad.

She set her bags down across the table, kicking her heels off. Jeff’s eyes scanned her body, he raised an eyebrow.

“Why don't you get that body over here?” He said aloud, rubbing his hands together.

Willow chuckled, she shook her head and headed over to the burgundy couch where she sat down. She replied:

“And why don't you just get rid of your drunk state of mind?”

Cackling at her response, his hazel eyes bore into her's deeply, he softly caressed Willow's cheek.

“Doesn't work that way, my sweet Willow.” Whispers in the wind during the Fall time was always meant to be whispers of sweet nothings. With Jeff Hardy, he was another different type of man who can snap his fingers and make you jump for him, even fall for him instantly.

His long flowing hair was like a sawnton bomb erupting through your ribs, his hand calloused Willow’s to make sure she wasn't going anywhere; Drunk or sober, he did not care about the situation.

Jeff smiled, “Honey, I'm falling for you.” He glanced down at the ground, eyes meeting up at her's again to not break eye contact for long. Butterflies exploded inside the guts of Willow, her curly hair mercilessly fall onto his collarbone whenever she puts her head on his shoulder.

“Enough with the talking for now, Willow. Drunk or not, I don't give a fuck. I can show you the whole world.”

Kissing her delicately on the lips for a minute, he pulled away, smiling.

“I love you a lot, no lie.”

“And I love you more, Jeff.” Willow intertwined her hands with him and her arm  hung onto his shoulder.

The October rain plopped down on the porch, he ran away with Willow outside in the pouring rain, kissing and hugging holding each other in a strong embrace. Jeff's alcohol smell breath disappeared shortly as raindrops fell onto his tongue. They walked for many miles, getting lost in the streets of North Carolina. The two didn't speak upon much, they were filled with happiness and hope left into their relationship.

“Jeff, you promise you're gonna stay sober for me?” Willow's breath brushed up against Jeff’s left cheek. The cold and crisp breeze almost had him shivering down from his head to his toes.

“I promise.” He looked straight into the eyes of his girlfriend, because alcohol wasn't the answer to his problems all the time.

Waking up the next morning, he slung an arm across Willow's chest. With her sound asleep, he removed his arm over her chest and stood up from the bed, feeling so hungover, he groaned.

“Goddamn,” He complained, massaging his forehead as he slipped his shoes on, leaving a note by the nightstand for Willow to find it after she wakes up.

“Willow, I'm going to the airport to go to work, I will be back whenever you need me the most. P.S, sorry about last night and the drunk me.”

~ THE END ~

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