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What about gold digger husband hob who is…actually a gold digger?
Hob usually doesn’t make it to the husband stage. He doesn’t want to be tied down to any of his marks. He just wants a good time, get some good cock, get spoiled, and to get out.
Dream, of course, is jaded enough to see hob coming from a mile away. He sees how he operates, expecting men and women to just give him whatever he wants and to leave them broken hearted when he’s bored.
Dream doesn’t intend to be one of his marks. He doesn’t intend to let him get away.
Hob’s never been with a man as rich as Dream, or as cunning. He doesn’t realize at first that Dream sees through his usual games. At first it all goes the same way: hob bats his eyelashes, sticks out his tits and Dream rewards him with money and fucking him all over his mansion.
Except this time, hob finds out dream isn’t going to buy him an apartment. He expects hob to move into his mansion.
That’s a change, but hob isn’t the type to complain about a mansion.
Then Dream’s got him signing long documents that give Dream permission to hire hob bodyguards who follow him everywhere and utterly prevent hob from scoping out any new marks. That’s another change.
And Dream is definitely working hard not just to seduce hob but to retrain him to need Dream and only Dream, sometimes with a literal chastity belt that Dream has the only key to.
It isn’t six months later that hob wakes up and realizes he’s been wifed up and the prenup is iron clad—but he’s oddly flattered.
And he can have all Dream’s money, everything he could ever want, as long as he stays put for once. And for the first time, hob doesn’t want to leave.
ALSKSJDHA yeah this is great.
Hob is a professional sugar baby, and he's very good at his job - mainly because he doesn't get emotionally involved. He doesn't allow himself to grow fond of his marks, he never gets offended or put off by family members who want him gone. There are no dramatic scenes or histrionics. None of it bothers him and he's very focused on his goals: getting fucked and getting nice things.
And then there's Dream. He's what Hob would consider a perfect mark: extremely rich AND handsome, not married. This is going to be so easy. Hob even assumes that Dream probably won't develop feelings because he seems so cold and detached. But Hob has NEVER been more wrong.
It only takes a few weeks for Hob to become reliant on Dream for everything. The roof over his head, the food on the table, the clothes in his wardrobe. When Hob first moved in, Dream took all his documents "for safe keeping" including his passport and bank card. Dream opened up a new account for him to use, one which can be supervised. Hob does know where his stuff is (the safe in Dream’s office) but he doesn't know the code (but he's sure Dream would give his things back if he asked. probably).
Now Hob wears the clothes that Dream likes to see him in. He goes to the parties that Dream wants him at. He uses the toys that Dream buys for him, and only when Dream tells him to. He's there to greet Dream when he comes in from business meetings, and he's in Dream’s bed every night.
By the time Hob realises that he's effectively been forcibly tranformed into a rich 1960s housewife, it's too late... and fuck if that doesn't make him run off to the bathroom to jerk off. Of course he gets locked up in the chastity cage afterwards, but the explosive orgasm is worth it. He has been thoroughly trapped, and nothing has ever made him hornier in his entire life.
Dream is pleased and proud: he's decided that hes going to get a cock ring to exactly match Hob’s shiney new wedding ring. Nothing but the best for his little husband. He can spend every penny of Dream’s money, as long as he stays forever.
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imaginespazzi · 6 hours
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Part 4: The Art of Letting Go
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Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3
Only know you love her when (she lets you) go
(In which a still very sadistic writer make things a lot worse but only so they can get a little bit better)
Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd
Themes: Angst, Pining, Hurt with very little comfort
Words: 7.9K
TW: Car Accidents, Panic Attacks, Swearing
A/N: Hello my lovelies <3 I know I'm very, very late with this and I love you all for being so patient. I don't really know how I feel about this chapter but it is what it is. Logistical details are probably a little off but I need things to work for the plot, so try and ignore that. Per usual I did edit (very loosely and I'll probably go back over it later), there are probably typos anyways. And as always, let me know what you liked, what you didn't, and what you'd like to see in the future. Happy reading lovelies and let's get a W this weekend. <3
December 2023
A week or so after they get back from the Cayman Islands, Azzi feels like she’s been sleep-walking through life, everything around her hazy and dull. She religiously sticks to a routine of eat-study-practice-sleep. Except well, sleep isn’t really sleeping. It’s her brain conjuring images of blonde hair and blue eyes and Azzi forcing herself to wake-up from a nightmare that used to be her favourite dream. 
She doesn’t tell anyone what happened, lying to herself it’s because it would be embarrassing and not because it would mean having to face the truth. Still, it doesn’t mean that her teammates can’t piece together little bits. There must be something quite sinister about the air around her, because none of her normally nosy and eager-to-help sisters try to weasel any information out of Azzi. They act like they always have, only sharing worried looks behind her back when the façade of i’m doing fine slips momentarily when she thinks no one’s watching. 
And then that façade goes to hell over the span of a couple of hours. 
It starts with the inevitable breakup with Zoe. At first Azzi avoids it, making up excuses as to why she can’t see her girlfriend. Selfishly, there’s a part of her that wants to keep Zoe, keep a girl who would never leave, never make her feel anything less than (or more than) just content. But it’s not fair, Azzi knows that, and it’s why she practises her it’s not you, it’s me speech to perfection in front of the mirror. When she goes to message Zoe that she's coming over, the text chain causes a pinch of guilt in her heart at the contrast between her girlfriend’s hopeful tone versus her own nonchalant one. And Azzi thinks that Zoe will never really understand just how similar the two of them are, stuck at wanting someone who would always let them down. Only, Azzi will let Zoe free but when it comes to her herself, she’s pretty sure she’s destined to be trapped forever. 
It’s embarrassing to admit that Azzi remembers the apartment in Storrs that she’d visited barely a handful of times a lot more than she remembers the apartment she’s currently in, the one that belongs to her girlfriend. Zoe sits rigidly on the couch with the same reserved, guarded expression she’s had since she’d opened the door, clearly aware of what was about to happen. Her foot taps incessantly as the silence between them drags on.
“You deserve better,” Azzi says finally, keeping her eyes firmly locked on the floor. 
“No,” Zoe’s voice is cold, “don’t say shit like that. It’s a cop out. It’s the shit people say to make themselves feel better-”
“Zoe-”
“Don’t be a fucking coward Azzi. Look me in the eye and say it, say exactly what you’re here to.”
Azzi doesn’t want to do any of that. She wants to crumble to the ground and let it swallow her until she’s buried so far away from the mess she’s created. But she owes Zoe this. When she does look at Zoe, there’s this look in the other girl’s eyes that Azzi had never thought herself capable of evoking in anyone and she has to swallow away the bile that rises in her throat, disgusted by her own self. 
“I’m breaking up with you,” Azzi whispers. Her words linger in the air, like shrapnel after an explosion. Zoe flinches, a single tear trickling down her face. 
“There it is,” the Californian says quietly, the ghost of an ironic smile playing on her lips, “I knew it was coming but damn- there it is.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“For what-” Zoe cuts herself, “no actually don’t- don’t answer that. I think I know.”
Azzi draws in a deep breath, ready to confess, “I need to tell-”
“Please-”
“Z-”
“Please,” Zoe sobs, “please don’t tell me. I don’t wanna hear it okay? I don’t- I don’t want to hate you Azzi. It’s too much and I don’t- I just- I’m so tired of feeling so much for you when you don’t- when you feel so little for me.”
“That’s not true,” Azzi counters helplessly, her words ringing hollow to her own ears. 
“Fucking hell you just ended it Azzi, you don’t have to pretend anymore. And it’s okay because I get it. You can’t feel any more than what little you do for me because- because you’ve already given the rest of it away. And it’s not- it’s not like I didn’t know you know? I only ever met you because you were crying over her. You only let me into your life because you missed her. And now you have her,” Zoe says wistfully. 
It’s terrible the way everything else becomes white noise as Azzi’s ear latches on the last sentence, a sentence that couldn’t be any further away from the truth. She was prepared for the accusations, for Zoe to hurl every curse word in the book at her, but this, the unintended reminder that she was giving up on soft, sweet, gentle Zoe for something that she didn’t have, hurts far more than any words could. 
“This isn’t about-” 
Zoe’s quick to cut Azzi off, pushing herself off the couch they had been sharing, trying to put even more space in between them, “please do not insult my intelligence by finishing that sentence. I deserve that much at least.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know you are because I know- I know who you are Azzi and I know you’re a good person and that’s why- that’s why I don’t wanna know okay? Whatever you did- whatever happened- just let me- just let me have this. Let me remember you as someone good- someone great,” Zoe pleads.
“If that’s what you want Zo,” Azzi answers weakly, the guilty clawing at her heart. She doesn’t think she deserves to be remembered like that, doesn’t think she’s worthy of being thought of with fondness, not anymore. 
Zoe doesn’t make any acknowledgement of Azzi having spoken as she starts to pace, “I should have known. You know the day I met her this summer, I got it- the appeal- I got it immediately. She has this aura, this charm. She just- she just fucking glows you know? And she’s just- she’s this huge entity and so are you and I’m just,” she lets out a hollow laugh as she shrugs,  “I’m just a girl from Stockton, California.”
“And you’re amazing,” Azzi puts up a hand when Zoe tries to cut her off again, “you are. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you for what you did for me last year. You could have walked away that day and maybe- maybe one day you’ll think you should have. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Zoe. You do deserve better. It’s not a cop out. It’s the truth.”
Since she was younger, Azzi’s always hated endings. This time is no different. The bitter truth is that she probably won’t miss her girlfriend, but she will miss the friend that had gotten her through one of the toughest years of her life. Slowly, Azzi picks herself off of the couch and walks over to a still Zoe, squeezing her left hand once before heading towards the door. 
“Azzi,” Zoe calls out, just as Azzi has one foot out the door, “I hope it works out for the two of you. You and Paige always did just seem inevitable.”
***
She blames the fact she’s currently stuck in the terrible LA traffic, with the word inevitable ringing in her ears, for the way her fingers continuously flicker over the green call button under Paige’s name. Zoe saying her name had been the first time in a week that Azzi had even let herself, in consciousness at least, think of the blonde properly. And now that it had been unleashed, whispers of Paige, Paige, Paige echo through every crevice of skull. The pain and anger that she’d been trying to shield herself from, come barraging into her heart as she’s held captive once again by thoughts of her best friend. 
It would be a lie to say that Azzi hadn’t been hoping for a call or a text to come through. She’d waited two days with bated breath for a friendly quip that would lead them back to their safe haven of just pretend. Instead it was as if they were back to being who they had been before summer of 2022 all over again. Back to being nothing. But this time Azzi had been adamant that if Paige was going to cut her off again, she wouldn’t fight it, not this time. Apparently that resolve was never meant to last and Azzi feels a little pathetic with how desperately she needs to hear Paige’s voice, how desperately she wants to try again. 
The traffic clears just as she presses call and maybe that should have been a sign. Azzi’s not a bad driver per say, but as her dad always said, no one’s a good driver when they’re distracted. The phone rings for too long and she should take that as her next sign and accept it as Paige not wanting to talk, but she lets it continue to ring anyway, as she turns onto a more secluded road. And then-
“Hello,” the voice is unfamiliar and Azzi doesn’t really know Paige’s teammates, beyond Caroline, that well but she’s pretty certain this one doesn’t belong to any of them. 
“Hi uh- who is this?” she manages to get out as her grip tightens on the steering wheel.
“Oh um- this is Rose, Paige’s friend” comes the reply, the word friend said with a sultry lilt and Azzi feels her skin prickle. Hang up. 
“Why are you answering Paige’s phone?” her tone is far more accusatory than she’d like it to be. 
“She’s in the bathroom but she told me to,” Rose answers defensively. 
Azzi hesitates, she doesn’t need to know more except, “does she know who called?”
Because surely if she did, if Paige knew it was Azzi on the other line, she wouldn’t let one of her likely random hookups answer the phone, surely Paige would know what it would do, how it would make her feel. 
“Uh yeah- I told her Azzi called and she seemed pretty sure she wanted me to pick up.”
Maybe Paige does know what it would do, does know how it would make Azzi feel, maybe that’s the whole fucking point. Through the phone she can hear quiet footsteps walking closer, towards Rose. When Paige is close enough that Azzi can make out the sound of her breathing, can almost picture the way her chest is heaving, that’s when the tears finally fall, blurring her vision. 
She doesn’t see the blinking headlights rushing towards her until it’s too late and then she’s swerving. The world around her erupts in motion and light and noise, everything spinning and spinning and spinning. For one moment, as she loses complete control of her car, Azzi thinks maybe this is it. And the most terrifying part of it, is that for a second, she’s not all that opposed to the idea of this being the end. It’s a singular image of her parents in her brain that has her regaining her senses and hitting the brakes as hard as she can. Her tires screech as her car barrels into a tree and her entire body jerks around in her car, her seatbelt leaving burn scars against her neck. Azzi feels her heartbeat going haywire, as everything comes to a halt. 
“Oh my god, oh my god,” Rose’s panicked voice echoes. 
“What?” and there’s Paige and even in this wreckage, Azzi’s heart stutters at the sound of her best friend. 
“I think she crashed-”
“WHAT?” there’s frantic shuffling until, “Azzi? Azzi? Hello? Are you there? Fuck. Azzi are you okay? Please say something. C’mon Az. I know you’re there. Can you hear me? Please be okay. Azzi? Fuck, fuck, fuck. Azzi?”
Azzi opens and closes her mouth, trying to answer to the call of her name, but nothing comes out. She feels hot and cold all over at the same and she swears there’s a hand curled around her neck because she can’t fucking breathe. 
“Azzi,” Paige says again desperately, “please say something.”
“P-Paige,” Azzi finally manages to stutter, her chest heaving as she gasps for air. There’s blood rushing to her ears and everything around her feels hazy. 
“Azzi,” and that one syllable is wrapped in so much emotion, “I’m here okay, are you okay?”
No, Azzi thinks, I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay. 
“I c-can’t breathe. I think” she grasps at her neck, “I th-think I’m having a panic attack.”
Paige curses under her breath, “okay, okay alright listen to me breathe okay? And try to match it okay?”
“O-okay,” Azzi whispers, pressing her head to her steering wheel as she tries to mimic Paige’s exaggerated deep breaths on the other end of the line. 
“Good girl, you’re doing so well for me Azzi, just keep breathing okay,” Paige’s voice is far calmer than she probably is in reality, “just keep breathing with me okay.”
Azzi closes her eyes as she feels her chest slowly start to loosen up and lets herself be immersed by Paige’s soothing words of comfort. And for a second, it almost feels as if her best friend is right there with her. For a second, Azzi imagines that they’re on a whole other planet, just them in their little world, like it always should have been, like she’d once been so sure it would be. It’s a beautiful dream that reality is quick to gatecrash. 
“Babe, is she okay?” Rose asks, and Azzi’s eyes fly open at the term of endearment. She’s not on a different planet. She’s alone. And Paige isn’t. 
“I’m fine,” Azzi breathes out and then more firmly, “I’m fine.”
“Thank God,” Paige lets out a sigh of relief before her tone turns sour “what the actual fuck Azzi?”
Azzi winces at the loudness, pretty sure she might have a concussion from the way her head had crashed back into her headrest as she’d crashed into the tree in front of her. 
“I’m fine,” she repeats assertedly, as everything around her slowly starts to make sense again. It’s not a lie really, at least not physically. There’s the potential concussion, and the litany of bruises she’s starting to feel all over her body but she’s pretty sure there’s nothing wrong internally. Well except for her stupid fucking heart but it wasn’t the accident that had fucked that organ up. 
“You just crashed your fucking car, no you’re not fucking fine,” Paige yells, voice thick with tears. 
“What the fuck do you care?” Azzi bites back, “sorry I interrupted your fucking night Paige. I swear it won’t happen again.”
She hangs up before Paige can say anything else, sitting deathly still for a second. And then she lets herself completely break apart. 
***
74 missed calls from Paige
did u go to the hospital 
pick up ur fucking phone 
dude
azzi
this is not the time for this stubborn bullshit 
PICK UP UR FUCKING PHONE 
AZZI 
just say ur ok at least
please 
called ur mom 
said u had a concussion and some bruising 
thats not too bad 
ur so fucking stupid 
it could be so much worse 
please pick up 
AZZI FUCKING FUDD PICK UP UR PHONE 
so u can call carol and not me ok 
thats just fucking perfect
dude i feel like an accident > stupid fights 
so maybe just pick up 
or call me back
u wanna play this stupid game fine 
ignore me for now
but i’mma be in dc for christmas
ur gonna have to talk to me 
i know where u live 
***
The box in Azzi’s arm feels freakishly heavy, like she’s holding the whole world inside of it. In a way, maybe she is. The walk up Paige’s dad’s driveway feels longer than it ever has and she’s fighting the urge to turn back with every step. As soon as she’d seen the vaguely threatening text message, Azzi had decided she would beat Paige to it. The night of the accident had put several things into perspective and Azzi was determined to finally grasp control of her own life. 
It hasn’t been that long since the Cayman Island and so it hasn’t been that long since Azzi’s seen Paige. But when the door opens and she’s face to face with her best friend, despite the dread and anxiety that’s drowning her heart, Azzi still feels that beat of it’s cold but you always make me feel warm flutter in her chest. Paige smiles and Azzi’s arms wobble, drawing the blonde’s attention to the box in her arms. 
“Still a couple of days till Christmas Az, a little early to give me my present,” Paige smirks lightly and Azzi feels a river of hot anger slide around her veins. After everything she’d put her through in the last couple of weeks, the fact that Paige could act so frivolous, as if they were still fine, makes Azzi see red. 
Her voice is icier than the sheet of frost on the ground when she replies, “it’s not a Christmas present.”
Paige’s eyebrows knit together questioningly, “then-”
“It’s all your stuff I had lying around,” Azzi cuts in, trying to keep her voice confident and stable. 
The smile disappears from Paige’s face as she studies Azzi's face, looking for some semblance of emotion beyond the blank stare. 
“What?”
“All the things you’ve left at my house over the years, a couple of t-shirts, a hat, a book and a couple other things, they’re in this box,” Azzi says pointedly. She tries to hand it over but Paige is quick to move away from it, staring at the offending object as if it’s a ticking time bomb. 
“What the actual fuck is going on Azzi?”
“I might have missed some things. Let me know if I have and I’ll mail them to you in the future,” Azzi recites clinically, keeping her demeanour stoic as possible “and of course I would like my things back as well. Not right now of course. You can mail them to me whenever it suits you.”
“Mail back your things? What? What the fuck are you going on about?” Paige asks, a bewildered expression taking on her face. She reaches out as if she wants to shake Azzi but seems to think better of it. 
Azzi doesn’t say anything, as she sidesteps Paige into the house, putting in the utmost effort to make sure no part of herself brushes up against the older girl, knowing the inevitable burst of electricity when they touch would be enough to break her resolve. She places the box of Paige’s stuff on the coffee table in the living room, before turning back to Paige. 
“I’m giving you your stuff back,” Azzi repeats, “I’m giving you what you want.”
“What I want? When did I ask for my stuff back?”
Azzi draws in a deep breath, fighting desperately against the screams of you don’t want this in her own head, “I’m giving you a clean break Paige. I’m letting you go.”
Saying those words feels a lot like free-falling. Her stomach lurches at the way Paige’s features scrunch up in pain and she’d never meant to do that, but Azzi’s so tired. She’s so tired of this push and pull, the way they seem to hurt each other every fucking time, the way things get so close to going right and then go wrong any way. The bitter truth of life, Azzi has forced herself to admit, is that it doesn’t matter how hard you fight, sometimes the darkness wins out anyway. 
“You think-,” Paige stutters, clutching at her chest, “you think this is what I want?”
“Well isn’t it?” 
“Of course n-”
“If I hadn’t called you that night would you have called me first Paige?  If I hadn’t gotten into that stupid accident, would you even have texted me ever again?”
Paige’s silence is an answer in itself . And although Azzi had known it, she can’t deny that there’s a part of her that had posed the question hoping against hope that Paige would have answered it with a resounding yes of course. She thinks maybe she should be used to the singe of disappointment that burns her skin by now but she’s never been immune to Paige’s fire. 
“That’s what I thought,” Azzi says quietly, “I’m tired of running after you Paige. I thought I was done after the Cayman Islands but then I- I don’t know- I don’t know why I called you that night when you- you clearly didn’t want that.”
“Azzi c’mon-”
“It’s my fault really. Because you've always been clear about it and I- for some reason- I just don’t listen. You were clear with it when you told me to go to UCLA and get out of your life. You were clear when you didn’t want me to come into your air BnB. You were clear when you told me to get out of the bathroom last summer. And when you left that night-,” Azzi pauses as Paige’s eyes widen, the words catching in her throat, “when you were gone that morning- every time you didn’t call- every time you didn’t text- you were always clear about it Paige and I- I’m sorry I didn’t listen.”
“You’re being really fucking unfair right now,” Paige accuses, “you’re mad because I didn’t want to be your fucking side whore? I’m so sorry I had more self-respect than that Azzi.”
Azzi blinks rapidly, her face still completely neutral, “excuse me?”
“You wanna blame me for those first two things, fine. But you have a whole ass girlfriend and you wanted me to be what? Just a girl you can fuck occasionally because you feel like it? Who the fuck do you think I am? I deserve so much better than that.”
“I don’t-”
“You wanna know why I left that morning?” Paige asks icily, “I woke up and the first thing I saw is your girlfriend’s fucking i miss you text. All that shit you said to me when I kissed you in LA about not wanting to be one of my groupies or whatever but what did you want me to be Azzi?”
When they were young and naive, the largest fight they’d ever had was about whether or not one of them had cheated in a game of horse. The allegations of cheater from a 15 year old Paige had seemed massive back then, but they pale in front of the accusations of cheater from a 22 year old Paige. It’s not that Azzi thinks she’s some prime example of a good samaritan and she can deal with people thinking she’s not all that, but it’s different when it’s Paige, it’s different to know that Paige could ever think so low of her. 
“You really think I’d do that you? That I’d make you my sidepiece or whatever?”
“What else am I supposed to think about you fucking me while you have a girlfriend?” Paige asks exasperatedly and Azzi flinches at the repeated use of the profanity. 
“Had.”
“What?”
Azzi grips the hem of her shirt, trying to focus her eyes anywhere but Paige, “I had a girlfriend. Past tense.”
“You- you broke up with Zoe?” Paige’s expression morphs from anger to confusion before finally settling on realisation. 
“I never wanted you to be a side piece. You think I don’t know you deserve better than that?” Azzi rubs her temple, as she tries to keep herself steady on her feet, “I know seeing that text hurt you but it’s not like you didn’t know I had a girlfriend. But- but if you’d just waited for me to wake up, god if you’d just talked to me once instead of jumping to conclusions then-”
“Then what?” Paige breathes out and Azzi doesn’t miss the little spurt of hope that’s taken birth on the older girl's face. 
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Azzi shakes her head, “that’s also past tense now.”
The thing with Paige is that anger is her protective mechanism. When she gets a little close to losing control of her emotions, or feeling too much, it’s what she falls back on so it’s not surprising that her tone is harsh when she speaks again. 
“How the fuck was I supposed to guess you were gonna break up with your girlfriend Az c’mon,” Paige takes a step towards her, “I’m not a fucking mind reader.”
“I never asked you to read my mind. I just- all I’ve ever wanted- is for you to just have a little faith in me- in us,” Azzi’s voice breaks on the last word. 
“That’s not fair. I was really fucking  hurt Azzi-” Paige begins, her voice pleading.
“And then you tried to hurt me back on purpose,” Azzi spits out as the façade of neutrality completely slips off, “you knew it was me calling and you had that girl pick up any way knowing exactly how it would make me feel.”
“Azzi,” baby blue eyes sparkle with tears and Azzi has to force herself to look away, because no matter how much she’s convinced that this is what needs to happen, seeing Paige break, will drown Azzi and she’s barely floating as it is. 
“I don’t enjoy hurting you Paige,” Azzi says softly, “and I don’t think you enjoy hurting me but for the last couple of years, I feel like that’s all we’ve been doing and I- I can’t do it anymore.”
It’s not something she’d ever admitted out loud, or even to herself, but once upon a time Azzi used to think her and Paige would have one of those stories, one of those soft, sappy fairytale-esque stories that had no chance of an ending that wasn’t happily ever after. And she hopes that maybe in another universe, maybe they did have that. Maybe in a universe where she chose UConn and things never went wrong in the first place. Maybe in that universe, they’re happy. But in this universe, they seem to be destined for misery. And Azzi thinks the saddest tragedy of it all, is that it feels like she’s ending a story that never even really got the chance to start. 
“So that’s it then, you’re walking away- you’re just- you’re fucking giving up?” Paige says bitterly, crossing her arms protectively over her chest and Azzi feels a flicker of annoyance light up against her ribcage. 
“Isn’t that what you did?” she accuses, “Is that not what you do? You walk away every. single. time. because you can’t deal with things getting just a little too fucking hard. And what? I’m just supposed to wait until you come back? Or chase after you like a pathetic little puppy?”
Paige flinches at the hardness in Azzi’s tone, mouth opening and closing but nothing escaping. 
“I’m so fucking tired of always being the one calling, the one showing up, the one trying. I’m so fucking tired of fighting for us when it feels like you’re fighting against me,” Azzi pauses,trying to blink away the tears she’d tried so hard to keep locked behind her eyelids, “if you wanna call that me giving up then okay, but I don’t think you realize just how fucking hard I want to hold on.”
Azzi’s not sure if it’s the way her voice cracks, or the absolute misery behind every word she says, but Paige's hard and cold expression is gone so fast it gives her whiplash. And then her Paige, the girl with the warm eyes and soft heart is back, looking at Azzi in a way that makes her want to believe in them all over again. Arms outstretched, Paige takes a step forwards and there’s nothing more Azzi wants then melt into them. It takes everything in her to step away instead. For a moment there’s nothing but them staring at each other in silence, a moment where Azzi tries to memorise everything about Paige just in case this is the last time. And then-
“What if,” Paige begins softly, “what if I entered the draft?”
Azzi looks at her in confusion, “what does that have to do with anything?”
“The Sparks have the second pick, it’s where I’m projected to go,” Paige bites at her lips, peering at Azzi through her eyelashes. 
The Sparks. The Los Angeles Sparks. 
“Is that what you want?” Azzi asks quietly, trying to prevent her brain from already coming up with dreams of stupid picnic dates at the park during sunset. 
Paige hesitates. And it’s enough for those dreams to crumble, because Azzi knows Paige just a little too well, knows exactly what that little bit of hesitation means. 
“I haven’t decided yet but if- if there was a reason that I should-”
“There isn’t,” Azzi says firmly, “it’s not what you want.”
“I don’t even fucking know what I want,” Paige argues and that doesn’t make it any better. 
“Then figure it out,” Azzi yells, frustratedly rubbing her hands over her face, “I won’t deal with you fucking resenting me and running away again in a couple of years- hell in a couple of months- because you regret your fucking decision.”
“I wouldn’t-”
“Please just stop. It's done. I’ve made up my mind” Azzi begs, exhaustion flooding into her body, “just- just let this go please.”
Paige meets her eyes with a stubborn fire, “I don’t fucking want to.”
“Well tough luck because I do.”
“Azzi,” Paige pleads desperately, trying to block Azzi as she beelines for the door, but the younger girl is quick to push past her. 
“Goodbye Paige.”
***
December 2024 
azzi please just let me in 
ur parent are saying u dont wanna see me 
and i get it 
but i can fix this i swear 
i know u know im here
please fucking let me in 
i fucked up 
i know 
im so fucking sorry
but dude we can fix this
just 
can u just fucking let me in
i really wanna see u 
i really wanna talk 
can we just fucking talk 
please 
merry christmas az
u know what fuck u actually 
didnt mean that sorry 
i was just mad 
u make me really fucking mad 
christmas breaks almost over 
i have to go back soon and ik u do too
we should talk before that 
ur so fucking stubborn 
but so am i
im not giving up 
i won’t 
January 2024
hi 
i miss you
ur really fucking annoying
not texting me back
but its fine
i’ll just fucking spam 
i had an ok day today 
practice was kinda ass 
not me tho
i was great
as always 
bet i made more threes than you did 
bro im watching ur game
and
what the fuck kinda airball did u just throw up 
get in the gym az jfc 
oh that was a good pullup
not better than mine
but decent 
been a fucking month azzi 
just fucking call me back 
or text me idk 
i miss u 
sooooooooooo
hows ur day
good? good.
hows mine?
oh kinda shit 
lets see
we lost in front of all these uconn legends
to their fucking rival 
everyones saying uconn fucking sucks 
some people are saying i suck
they might not be completely wrong 
now would be a good time to reply az 
like maybe make me feel better
fuck u actually 
what the fuck am i doing 
idk if u even read these 
February 
idk maybe i should stop 
like maybe only fucking psychos do this 
but idk bro 
i feel like ur gonna text me back eventually 
well sc was a shit show 
i mean we knew it but holy shit 
i really wanna talk to you about it
it’d mainly just be me fucking yelling 
and u giggling 
fuck i miss ur laugh
i miss you
idk if u just ignore these
so idk if ur gonna even see this 
but 
i wanted to tell you first 
before u saw it from somewhere else 
im staying at uconn 
u were right
i didnt want to leave yet 
i want my 4 years
but 
just dont think it means i didnt mean what i said
that i dont wanna be in la with u
i do
its not about that
i just need to do whats best for me
and thats staying here 
fuck
i get what u meant now
u didnt pick ucla over me
fuck fuck fuck 
im sorry az
is this how u felt 
when i didn’t text u back 
because it’s actually fucking hell 
i miss you so fucking much dude
i’m so sorry 
i’m really fucking sorry azzi 
for all of it
please just call me back
March 2024
last pac-12 tournament mvp!!
dude i’m so proud of you
we also won 
idk if u heard 
it wasnt easy either 
everything just always fucking goes wrong 
fucking pisses me off 
but oh well 
u know i dont even like texting 
idk how many messages ive sent u 
its gotta be hundreds atp 
insane shit on my part 
tf is wrong with me 
did u see the bracket
see u in the final 4 azzi 
April 2024 
i fucking told u 
i told you id see u in the final four
fucking meant it
fuck 
gonna kick yalls ass
revenge szn
we’re built different in march
cleveland here we fucking go 
but also
cant avoid me anymore 
i cant fucking wait to see you az  
***
UConn 87     UCLA 84 
There’s six seconds left to go and UCLA has control of the ball. The game today had been completely different from the on down in the Cayman Islands. That one had featured a UCLA team that had dominated from start to finish versus a UConn team still reeling from multiple injuries. This time around, UCLA seemed to have lost some of their shine and UConn had been on a tear. She would never give Paige the satisfaction of knowing it but her stupid goading, her incessant smirking because UConn seemed poised to win handedly, had gotten in Azzi’s head for most of the game. The fourth quarter had seen UConn enter with a 11 point lead that had held study until the last two and a half minutes when something had finally clicked for Azzi. 
“Told you, you should have fucking come to UConn,” Paige had sneered while casually dribbling the ball and that had been enough to break Azzi out of whatever funk she’d been in. All of her anger and frustration at Paige seemed to culminate into that one moment as she’d swiped the ball straight from Paige’s hands, narrowly avoiding a foul. An easy steal-and-score layup was followed by two signature three pointers, created by her team’s defence, and suddenly the lead had been cut down to three. On the other side, Muhl had been called for an offensive foul and immediately Coach Close had called for a timeout to advance the ball. 
When both teams get back on the court, Azzi, with her competitive streak in full control of her emotions, relishes in the way Paige’s face is contorted up in frustration. But it isn’t just this game that has Azzi irritated. Paige had been relentless since both teams had landed in Cleveland in trying to corner Azzi. She’d known it was gonna happen since she’d read the text but still Azzi had hoped that maybe the blonde would just let it go, would understand just how much Azzi didn’t want to have to deal with this. Because seeing Paige hurts. All the missing and yearning of the past few months seemed to have blended into this ball of tight hot pain that had burst the minute Paige had smiled at Azzi. She knows Paige means well, and it’s taking everything in her to ignore the part of her that’s secretly enamoured by how hard the point guard is trying finally, but Azzi just can’t do it again. She can’t let Paige in again and then spend every other second scared that Paige will run away again. 
The whistle blows and Charisma gets ready to inbound the ball. The play call had been to just get it to Azzi but it’s clearly one that UConn had anticipated, because she finds herself swarmed with Paige and Muhl both trying to make sure she doesn’t get the ball. Instead, it’s Kiki who gets the ball and the countdown starts, as Azzi fights to get herself free, running off of screens, to get herself open on the three point line. It takes too much time and they don’t have any more timeouts left. Kiki throws it inside to Lauren who misses the layup but gets her own rebound and somehow the ball finally finds its way into Azzi’s hands. And with barely a second left to go, and Paige’s hand firmly in her face, Azzi throws up a prayer. The arena goes deathly silent as the ball hits the back and then circles every inch of the rim before spilling over the edge and falling straight into Edwards’ hands. 
The crowd erupts in deafening cheers as the UConn bench rushes to the court, jubilantly hugging each other with Paige in the middle. Azzi blinks rapidly, refusing to be caught shedding a single tear on camera. Her teammates look distraught and Azzi feels disappointment curling into every crevice of her skin she’d almost had it. In the grand scheme of things she knows that, that shot would have only guaranteed overtime and not a win but still, it wouldn’t have meant a loss. And she knows this one isn’t completely on her either but it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t feel the burden of it on her shoulders any way. 
But despite it all, seeing Paige’s bright smile stretch all over her beaming face as she celebrates with her team, soothes the sting of the loss just a little bit. Azzi still remembers late night calls and Paige’s broken voice too well, her brain imprinted with the misery of a girl who had just wanted to play the sport she loved and couldn’t. And even if everything between them resembles the remnants of an earthquake, Azzi can’t help but be just a little bit happy for Paige. 
The handshake line is better this time around with no one being unnecessarily hostile. One team is too happy to care and when Muhl briefly hugs her, Azzi can’t help but be a little shocked by the affection. Her team is too despondent to be mad, and Angela briefly nods at Paige when shaking her hand, and gets a reassuring grin in return. Azzi has to force herself not to run away, if only for decorum’s sake, once she and Paige finally get to each other. Trying to keep herself steady, she reaches out her hand to counter Paige’s outstretched arms. The smile falls a little bit from Paige’s face as a more resigned expression takes its place. 
“Good game Bueckers,” Azzi manages to muster out. 
The last name stings but Paige does her best to not let it show, “good game Az.”
***
When there’s a knock on the door to her hotel room a little bit after 10pm, Azzi knows exactly who it is. The look that Charisma gives her as she goes to open it, suggests that she does too. 
“Oh thank fucking god, I thought maybe y’all left already,” and there it is, Paige voice echoing through her room and from where she’s perched on the edge of bed, her feet dangling over the side, Azzi catches a brief glimpse of the UConn point guard. 
“Had a little bit of a transportation issue. We’re not leaving til tomorrow morning,” Charisma explains, “what are you doing here Paige?”
Paige shuffles her feet nervously at the doorway, peering over Charisma’s frame in the doorway to catch sight of Azzi, “can I talk to Azzi?”
“First you kick my ass in the final four, and now you wanna kick me out of my own room?” Charisma asks, voice light but there’s an edge of seriousness to it. 
“I-uh-” 
“Az,” Charisma turns to Azzi with a questioning look, and Azzi sighs at having all the attention on her, “you wanna talk to her?”
Say no. Say yes. Her head fights with itself. And for the last few months, Azzi’s done well with listening to the logical part of her brain, diligently sticking to letting go. But that had only been easy to do because Paige hadn’t actually been there. Now that she is, with bright hopeful eyes fixed on Azzi, well, this time the emotional side wins out. She nods her head in yes at Charisma and Paige seems to glow all over. 
“You’re lucky it’s me and not Angela or Kiki or any of the other girls,” Charisma warns, “but I swear to god Bueckers if I come back and there’s a single tear-”
“Then you have my permission to fucking murder me,” Paige vows, her face a paragon of sincerity. 
Charisma nods once, stepping aside to let Paige in. The Bruin’s point guard looks at Azzi once more for confirmation and then, satisfied by the small smile Azzi shoots at her, she leaves the room, letting the door shut behind her. And then it’s just Paige and Azzi and the myriad of unspoken thoughts that seem to always linger between them. 
“Hi,” Paige says softly. 
Azzi stares up at her with tired eyes, “shouldn’t you be celebrating or something?”
“Still one more game to go. Gotta lock in for that first.”
“Then go do that. What are you doing here?”
Paige flinches at the harsh tone and Azzi feels a wave of guilt come over her. She doesn’t mean to be so hostile but she’s scared that if she gives in just a little, all of her will go tumbling down. 
“Sunday is the most important game of my life,” Paige says quietly. 
“I know- I know it means a lot to you.”
“It does,” Paige nods, as she takes a step forward, hesitating for a second, before she drags a foot stool over, so she can sit right in front of Azzi, “will you stay for it?”
“That’s not-,” Azzi sucks in a deep breath, her senses muddle by having Paige so close to her again, “I thought I was clear about- about us.’
“You were but I thought I was clear with my texts,” Paige counters. 
“Paige please.”
“I just-,” Paige pauses, leaning forward and staring intently at Azzi, “I don’t know how the national championship is gonna go. I don’t know if we’re gonna win or lose but I just- I know that no matter what happens, I want you there. Because if I’m gonna end up fucking crying, then I want it to be on your shoulder. And if I’m gonna end up celebrating, I want it to be in your arms. I just- I just want you there. With me. Always.”
Everything else floats away and for a moment, all Azzi knows is Paige, and the warmth that reverberates through her body at the earnestness in those words. If she could, she’d capture that feeling in a bottle and keep it forever. Because moments are fleeting. And when her brain catches up to her heart, and that voice in her head is back to echoing it won’t last, Azzi feels cold all over again. 
“You don’t believe me,” disappointment echoes in Paige’s voice; she’s always been a little too perceptive of Azzi’s emotions, “you think I don’t mean it?”
“I think you mean it now. I don’t think you’ll mean it forever,” Azzi shrugs. 
Paige is quiet, nerves on full display, as she cautiously reaches for Azzi’s hands with both of her own, an audible sigh of relief floating out of her lips when Azzi lets her. 
“I know I fucked up,” she begins quietly, thumb caressing Azzi’s palms, each trace sending jolts of electricy through the younger girl’s body, “like really fucked up and I get why you think that. I get why- why you’re so scared to believe me. And I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
A teardrop rolls down Paige’s cheek, falling onto their intertwined hands, and Azzi feels herself flinch, her own eyes beginning to glisten. 
“If I could go back in time, I’d change so many fucking things. I’d go back to the beginning- back to your room the night before you went to LA and- and I’d tell myself to shut the fuck up. I’d tell you that I supported you- that I understood that you weren’t choosing UCLA over me- and I’d- I’d tell you that it didn’t matter how many fucking miles away from me you were- we’d survive it. But I can’t- I can’t change the past. I can’t change that we fought. I can’t change that- that I was a fucking idiot for ignoring you for a year. I can’t change that I was a dumbass for leaving that morning.”
Tears are freely streaming from both of their eyes now as they grip each other’s hands tightly. There’s something cathartic about finally being able to cry, about finally being able to mourn the loss of what could have been together.And it feels a little bit like healing. 
Paige looks up at Azzi through watery eyelashes as she continues to speak, her voice wrecked with emotion, “and I’m not gonna make promises about how I’ll never do shit to hurt you again because god knows I can be really fucking stupid.”
They let out simultaneous giggles at that and Azzi can feel something in herself unravelling. 
“But what I can promise is that if you let me, every day- every fucking day that I live- I will try. To not hurt you. To make it up to you. To fix this. To fix us. And I can promise, that I will never ever fucking run away from you again. I know- I know it’s gonna be hard but I swear- I fucking swear- that I will stay right here and face it with you.”
“Paige,” Azzi whispers helplessly. It’s everything she’s wanted to hear and it’s too much. The voices in her head are too loud again, screams of she’ll hurt you, she always does, let her go colliding with shouts of it’s Paige, it’s your Paige, hold on to her. 
“You said- you said you were tired of fighting alone but you never- you never have to do that again because- because I’m here now. Fuck- Azzi I’m here. And I know- I know there’s so much we have to talk about and so much we still have to fucking deal with. But we can do that- we can- we can deal with anything. Because it’s us. Paige and Azzi. We can do anything. Together.”
Paige presses her forehead to Azzi’s, pulling their interlocked hands to her chest. They’re breathing in sync and Azzi can feel the thrum of Paige’s heart beat against her fingertips. Azzi’s eyes close of their own accord, as Paige’s lips brush over hers, her next words coming out in a breathless whisper. 
“Believe in me- believe in us just one more time, please.”
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OK SO HEADCANNON TIME
Maul was re-alived by the Son. Just like Ahsoka was re-alived by the Daughter.
So we know this for Ahsoka because it's done right in front of you and we have the bird and all that jazz. "In plain light," so to speak.
BUT what happened to the Son at the fall of Mortis? Well if you look at it carefully they're immortal beings that aren't exactly bound by space and time. So the Son being pretty damn powerful but probably not as much as the Father. He decides to live on in a dark sider. So... Who's desperate enough, emo enough, and stupid enough to accept the literal embodiment of evil?
Our boy Maul.
It explains a lot about him. It gives a pretty neat Watsonian explanation for his change in voice, it explains why Sidious literally never thinks of him again and is kinda surprised that Maul's alive, and it even explains his weird behavior in Rebels (again a Watsonian explaination). His voice changes because it's literally the Son's voice. Sidious genuinely thinks he died because, well... He did. And his seemingly erratic behavior and split motivations would fit pretty neatly with two different souls fighting for dominance in one body. It even gives a little insight into how Maul was able to "see" more than the average force user even more so than just having the context of his abuser taking over the galaxy.
But we don't see this right? Well... In line with the "light/dark" dichotomy that star wars loves. The reveal of Maul's possession isn't as straight forward or "hidden in the dark." (Yeah it's simple but *sighs* Star Wars) But we DO see it. We see it with the repetition of "the chains are the easy part. It's what goes on in here is hard," by the Son on Mortis as he talks to Ahsoka and by Mauk when he see him on Lotho Minor. We also hear it in his voice. These choices made by the animators were not mistakes in this sense.
We also can see how this plays out in Maul's general inability to draw from the light side even while not being a Sith just like Ahsoka has a general inability to draw from the dark side even while not being a Jedi. For the both of them, they're more or less fixed in their alignments. It explains how no matter how hard Maul tries to do the ultimately right thing by seeking to destroy Sidious, he's never going to experience the connection that comes from being in the light. It's just like no matter how much she despairs that she'll fall to the dark side, Ahsoka never really does (okay I gotta say Warsonian a third time cos I will lose my shit if I say what I really think).
So what does this mean for the narrative? For those two specifically, I think they're a little less in line with the idea "you can choose to be good or bad" and little more "wouldn't it be fucked up if you were possessed by the literal embodiment of evil/good and didn't even HAVE a choice no matter how hard you tried?" And you get some deep thing about free will and moralizing about how great it is. Cos if there's anything Star Wars loves to do it's moralize about things!
So that's just my take on them and I'm sure I'm not the only one that thinks this, bit I'd love to hear from your frens. Take care!
-♥️-
granmaul
I love this, and I'm going to throw in a devil's advocate "Doylist" thought for the hell of it: Witwer voices both the Son and Maul and has a really good grasp on the lore. I think we can feel his influence in both characters' acting, and those similarities may be deliberate choices in their design so those echoes become apparent when looking closely at the execution:
The Son of Dathomir and the Son of Mortis.
I'm particularly fond of your headcanon because I think there are mirrors between the architects (the Celestials, assuming the Mortis Gods were part of that ancient race -- I like to think so but unconfirmed in canon afaik) and the fruits of their efforts, no matter how far they've fallen from the tree.
Thoughts, frens?
Darth Maul is alive truthers, speak up or forever hold your peace.
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#not snz and not a vent... just passive musing#had a dream two nights ago where someone who i used to know (and love a little) wished me goodbye with a#kiss to the hand before i flew away from them forever on a magic chair#which is very stud//io g//hi//bli-esque and frankly very unserious but#the feeling of grief i felt saying goodbye to a friendship which i had once held so close to me - and which i know can probably never#be as close as it was at that point in my life - stuck with me for a long time even after i woke up#it's been something i've been thinking about for awhile... but the dream felt like such a concrete and painful severance#i think that like a childish part of me wants to hold the people i'm close to at#the same distance and trust that they will stay there forever#but logically i know it's natural that the people i met under certain circumstances might drift apart once those circumstances change#for one or both of us... i guess friendship really is just a lucky convergence at one point in time where everything aligns#like i know this and i have known this for awhile but god does it hurt#especially those kinds of goodbyes that feel so gradual... not like a clear severing of ties but just a gradual disappearance#i think i probably have to not feel so hung up over what i used to have. and for the most part i am not; life goes on#but for those people?#i sometimes just miss them#there's a special kind of hurt knowing that i could reach out to them and say hello and that they would probably respond but that it might#never be quite the same again
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using picrew to figure out wtf luz looks like in the princess AU (i mean. she looks like luz. i'm trying to figure out hairstyle n clothes) and jumpscaring myself SO BAD upon choosing a low ponytail.
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mejomonster · 1 year
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I heard what christians think of heaven...
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yamujiburo · 1 year
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HANAMUSA (JESSIExDELIA) MASTER POST
I probably should have started doing this forever ago but I wasn’t sure how long I was gonna stick with drawing these comics. But I guess we’re in it now! This will be continually updated~ EVERYTHING UNDER THE CUT
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BEFORE YOU START:
This post is required reading about Team Rocket’s ages since that’s usually a question that comes up a lot LOL. As for Delia’s age, she is said to be 29 in Takeshi Shudo’s (original writer on Pokémon) novel that built out the world and characters of the anime.
Next, I feel like this chart helps give the vibe of what these characters relationship is (all just headcanons except for their names and ages)!
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WHERE TO START:
Here’s a post I made detailing how Jessie, James and Meowth initially start living with Delia. It also goes into what each character does in this AU. Before going into the post, you might enjoy this fanfic my girlfriend commissioned! It’s based off of said post and is a more enjoyable read.
Here’s also a list of headcanons!
COMICS:
Here’s all the comics I’ve done! The order of most of them are pretty ambiguous and up in the air but I put them in the order I kinda see in my head! There are some that do take place before Jessie and Delia start dating though! Also a few comics that have several parts but the “next” and “prev” links will be in each comic. So I’ll only link the first part of those ones in this masterpost.
Pre-Relationship
Ophidiophobia
Hairbrush
Whipped
Inquiries
Separated
First Kiss
During Relationship
Big Bed
Crumbs
Pet Clown
I’d Like To
Jessica
Lipstick (not a comic but some fun extra dialogue for this)
Glow
Official
Stare Down
Shovel Talk
Invisible Walls
Date Night
Face Blind
One Motto Away
Snowgasboard
Delia’s Got a Cold
Mr. Jessie Ketchum
Peek-At-Chu
Hands Off Pikachu!
Wine Nights with James
Beauty and the Beach
Turning Point Arc
Sunscreen
Where Do Babies Come From
Love Life
Ugly
Ace Trainers
Pikasitting
Mother’s Day
Father’s Day
Gift for Delia
Gift for Jessie
Jessilina Fan
Crossdressing
Hickeys
Journey Arc
Tone
Cooking Twerp
Son
Cooking Advice
Serperior Facts
Cassidy’s Cabin Arc
Father/Son Bonding
Glasses
Uniform
Happy Valentine’s Day
Wrapped
Daddy Daughter Double Battle
Splinter
Married Life
Wedding
Arbok/Weezing Reunion
Snake Eyes
MISC DRAWINGS:
I’ll update this with links to my other miscellaneous drawings later! 
FAQ:
What does "Hanamusa" mean?
Hanamusa is a combination of Delia and Jessie's Japanese names, Hanako and Musashi respectively.
When does this AU take place?
It takes place sometime after the Mezase Pokémon Master/To Be a Pokémon Master series. So all the events that happened in the series, unless retconned within the series, happened. Ash is 10 at the start of the comics.
What's the status between Jessie, James, Meowth and Giovanni/Team Rocket?
Not great terms since they were fired, but also not the worst terms. Giovanni just let the three of them go without any further issues. I will say that I've always loved the theory that Giovanni keeps Jessie specifically around because of her parentage and he as a soft spot for her that he keeps a secret. I feel like Matori was the one that got the three of them fired and Giovanni wasn't able to make an excuse for them this time (without showing nepotism/special treatment) so he was forced to let them go.
If you headcanon Delia as a lesbian, how did Ash come to be?
Delia was young when she had Ash and I hc that she just didn’t really explore her sexuality much! I myself didn’t realized I liked women until I was 18 and didn’t know I liked ONLY women until like 2 years ago. She got married, had a baby and realized after her husband left that she liked women (trans people exist obviously but I’m also interpreting Ash’s father as a cis man).
Who do you think Ash’s dad is?
I don’t know and I don’t really care to explore it. I’m going off of the novel interpretation that he’s just a deadbeat that left to be a trainer, failed and never came back because of the shame. He’s not important.
Isn’t Giovanni Ash’s dad?
That’s a common misconception that people remember wrong from the Pokémon Live show. Delia mentions she dated Giovanni but then left him and his gang after meeting Ash’s father. I also don’t consider the live show canon personally! I follow The Birth of Mewtwo timeline where Madame Boss founded Team Rocket.
Do you think Delia and Giovanni dated at least?
Nah, I think he’s too old for her? I always got the vibe from The Birth of Mewtwo that he was quite a bit older than Jessie and it’d be sus if he was dating Delia when she was married to, and had a child with her husband at 18/19. He’s a bad guy but not a BAD guy.
You mentioned you still ship Jessie and James. Why not make a Jessie, James, Delia polycule?
I have a few reasons I’ve mentioned before! 1. I’m in super deep with this AU already and I feel it’d be very confusing for casual viewers of my stuff if James was added into the relationship haha. 2. I’ve drawn Jessie and James together since 2011 and took this AU as an opportunity to try my hand at writing them as queer, platonic besties bc I love that interpretation of them a lot as well. 3. I’m not poly myself and the way I write this ship is largely based off of my experiences with my girlfriend. I just know I’d favor the Jessie/Delia of it all which isn’t fair and not a good interpretation of a poly relationship. All that said, I DO super enjoy seeing peoples’ poly headcanons and art!
Who does James end up with in this AU?
No one. He's aroace and is happy to be single
Do Jessie and James have all their Pokémon in this AU
I think they have all the Pokémon that they did by the end of Mezase Pokémon Master (all their Pokémon that were left at HQ). Most of their released Pokémon have stayed released and the Alola Pokémon are still in Alola. I bring back Arbok and Weezing post-Jessie and Delia getting married. I may bring back Chimecho, Growlie and Cacnea if I think of an idea I like!
What are Meowth and James up to in this AU?
Hop back to the top of this post under the "Where to Start" section. All your questions will be answered.
Does Ash travel with anyone at this point of his life?
I don't have anyone in particular in mind! I could see him making new friends (Nemona???) or traveling with different combinations of old friends. Like him, Misty and Goh, him, Dawn and Cilan, him, Serena and Lillie etc.
Will Delia ever get over her phobia of snake Pokémon
Not fully! I think overcoming fears is fine and good but I think real PHOBIAS are much harder to get past and I don't want to cheapen it. She slowly gets used to Jessie's Seviper specifically and gets to the point where she can pet it comfortably with Jessie in the room. But otherwise, still scared and would need that same amount of time per Pokémon
Is Jessie gaining weight or is it just me?
Not just you! Jessie puts on a bit of relationship weight overtime as you'll see in the later comics in the timeline. Jessie grew in poverty, never knowing when her next meal would be and that continued into her life as a Team Rocket member. Once she was able to settle down (with a woman who runs her own restaurant no less) she's able to live a healthier lifestyle with regular meals and puts on some weight because of that.
Does Jessie ever feel self conscious about gaining weight?
Nope! She feels happier and healthier and hotter. She's also unreasonably excited to clear out her old clothes and get a new wardrobe.
Would Jessie and Delia ever have kids together or adopt?
Nah, Ash is enough for them! I have come up with hypothetical kids for them but they're not canon to this AU. Just a fun little thing for me.
Will you ever put this on webtoon?
Nah. People mostly ask me this because they want to read everything in the order of the timeline but to my knowledge, you can’t reorder chapters or installments which would defeat the purpose. I also don’t think nintendo fan stuff would fly there. Also, also it’s just extra work and another place to upload and I want to keep this all fun for myself~
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the one where Y/n and Charles had different priorities
this is maybe a bit chaotic because I had one idea and unclear vision, but I like how it turned out eventually
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username1 How do you know? HOW DO YOU KNOW?!
username2 They have WHAT
username3 nah I don't believe in love anymore
username4 But they were together since even before Charles was in formula 1🥺
↳username2 Right? I thought they'll be together forever
username5 And there goes my hope for them to announce an engagement soon
↳username6 Sameeee except I thought someday they'll just have a secret wedding and not tell the media until weeks/months after
username5 Ngl that sounds like a them thing to do
username6 Well, not anymore
username7 My only question is why? 😭
↳username1 Literally because they seemed like a perfect couple. What could go wrong?
username8 Shit, that hurts more than my parents' divorce
username9 THEY BROKE UP AFTER 8 YEARS??
↳username10 what 😳
username9 They were together since 2016, I remember Charles saying this in some interview
username6 Yup that's right, he mentioned it many times, he was so in love with Y/n. I swear even recently he said after so many years he still falls in love more and more each day
username9 She was there for him when his dad passed, when Charles joined F1, when he signed up with Ferrari, when he won his first F1 race, I wonder what happened that made them break up so suddenly
username10 Oh so she was there for basically a huge part of his life
username5 I remember when Charles said "she's not a part of my life. She IS my life" about Y/n😭my standards for men have been high up in space ever since
username11 Wow just like Sainz broke up with his long term girlfriend last season. Let's just hope Leclerc won't pop up with a new girl weeks after that
↳username12 Charles and Y/n could be broken up for a long time now, we can only speculate when they broke up
username5 Imagine if Charles posted the Vegas vlog after their breakup 🥹 I'm not okay
username12 That was so unnecessary to say, I'm crying now
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yourusername One for the money, two for the show, I never was ready so I watch you go
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username1 The caption guys...
↳username2 Does that mean what I think it means?
username3 What do you think it means?
username2 "I never was ready" he wanted to take things to the next level, but she didn't. "So I watch you go" means she had to let him go because they didn't want the same thing
username3 How could she not be ready after whole 8 years?
username2 Every person matures in their own time and that's okay, they'll both find someone else
username4 That's a Swiftie going through a breakup
username5 Noooo it's confirmed now 😭 as long as neither of them confirmed it I could stay delulu and think the rumours are just rumours
oldersister Thank you for babysitting Snow White 🐈‍⬛ (I wish there was a white cat emoji)
↳yourusername It was my pleasure! She's an angel (and a professional model)
oldersister Feel free to come over anytime you want, Snow White loves her aunt 🤍
youngersister HEY how dare you steal Y/n like that!! I wanted to take her out for milkshakes sometime
oldersister Chill, you can do that whenever you want I'm not stealing anyone
yourusername I'd love to go out for milkshakes!!
lilymhe No more Y/nLily in the paddock?
↳yourusername The paddock isn't the only place where we can hang out 😂
landonorris what are you up to on the 2nd pic? 🤨📸
↳username2 LANDO, DON'T
↳username4 LANDO IT'S TOO EARLY
↳username1 DONT RUIN OUR CHANCES TO HAVE Y/NCHARLES BACK
↳username1 Fuckboy Lando been doing too much fuckboying lately
username6 Didn't know she's a smoker
↳username7 Yeah, she was very secretive about it
username2 It's not like she was hiding it from y'all
username7 She was, probably because she would be canceled for being a wag who smokes cigarettes
username2 A grown woman can do what she wants
username6 It's better that they broke up, way healthier for Charles to not be around a smoker
username2 Wtf she was with him through bad and good times, supporting him no matter what, loving him, making beautiful memories together and you say it's good that they broke up because she smokes?
username4 May I add we never saw her smoking throughout the 8 years, she probably started after the breakup
username5 after the breakup or BECAUSE of the breakup?
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charles_leclerc Leaving Bahrain with a good result despite some difficulties. Pretty good weekend if you ignore the braking problem, now onto Jeddah next 🏎
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username1 brAking problem or brEAking problem?
username2 How is that the start of the season and there's already something wrong with his car?
yourusername Congratulations on finishing P4🏁given the issues your car had, you did a spectacular job
↳charles_leclerc Thank you 😇 I tried my best, but felt like something is missing
yourusername I'm sorry :(
↳username3 WHAT IS Y/N DOING HERE? ARE THEY BACK TOGETHER?
username4 I wish I could believe they are, but I guess some people break up on good terms
username3 How could anyone end a 8yrs old relationship and be friends? 😭
↳username5 Jail for miss Y/n for leading fans on
username6 He looked so sad the whole time, during interviews and all that 😔
↳username7 Yeah he's either done with the car already or he misses Y/n that much
username8 DID Y'ALL SEE THAT ONE INTERVIEW WHERE HE GOT ASKED ABOUT Y/N NOT BEING IN BAHRAIN??
↳username6 WHAT INTERVIEW??
username8 A lady asked him why Y/n isn't here because she never missed the first race of the season before so it's surprising. He officially said that over the winter break they've decided to part ways due to focusing on different aspects of life🥲
username9 How do you figure something like this out after 8 fucking years? They wasted each other's time
username7 Calm down lol they grew and matured with each other, experienced how their love evolved throughout the years, no time you put into this is a wasted time
username10 I need to know what are the aspects of life they focus on and if they really are that different
↳username11 From what I figured from Y/n's post and Charles' interview - he wanted to get married, maybe even start a family and she wasn't ready
username10 Ahhh I remember how a few years ago Charles said he wants to have three kids. Such a shame Y/n doesn't want the same thing, but it's understandable they figured it now. They were kids themselves when they started dating lol
username11 Not really, they were both over 18 years old
username10 I know, but still that's a pretty young age and you might not know yet what do you really want in life
username12 Plus your brain develops until you're 25, they both turn 27 this year so it explains a lot
username13 I'm telling you, there would be no problems if Y/n was there, @/yourusername get your lazy ass on a plane to Jeddah
oldersister Amazing performance this weekend👏
youngersister Goodluck for Jeddah 🍀
username14 The way Y/n AND her sisters still interact with Charles on social media...
↳username15 Yeah like are they actually broken up??
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yourusername You'd be surprised if I told you why kangaroos are called kangaroos
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username1 What is miss doing in Australia during the race week?
oldersister I told you this story is fake 🙄
↳yourusername But it's funny so I'm gonna believe it
oldersister Kangaroo DOESN'T mean "I don't know" jesus christ
username2 I thought it does 😭
username3 Too much Tiktok I guess lmao
youngersister Glad I could have milkshakes with you in Australia 😌
↳yourusername Back at you although that was a strange excuse to go to Australia in the first place
youngersister It's just not the same in Europe
arthur_leclerc Y/n in her natural habitat🦘
↳yourusername I swear I was a kangaroo in a past life
↳username4 What is going on? Y/n and Charles broke up but they keep interacting with each other and each other's families
username5 I NEED to know which city it is
username6 Is that true all announcements on public transport are made with Oscar Piastri's voice??
↳yourusername Yup, I wonder how much convincing it took to get Oscar to do the voiceover
landonorris not a lot to be honest
username5 AHA so she is in Melbourne! Also, what are you doing here Lando?
landonorris do you wanna hear another aussie fun fact?
↳yourusername I'm scared but yes (as long as it's not about thongs)
landonorris do you know what an australian kiss is?
yourusername @/oscarpiastri please put Lando back in his cage
username7 HELP I'M GASPING FOR AIR, LANDO ALWAYS TAKES THE CHANCE TO SHOOT HIS SHOT
username8 Not gonna lie it pisses me off how Lando tries to "flirt" with Y/n in her comments
↳username2 Me too, it's not ethical
username9 I'm afraid Lando doesn't care lol and I don't think Y/n would ever consider going out with another driver considering Charles and her broke up on good terms
username10 I'm just wondering if norris ever tried funny business back when Y/n would come to races
↳username11 prolly not but hey now he's free to do it
username5 Just because he's free to do it doesn't mean he should do it
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username2 OH 😃
username3 So that's what she's doing in Australia
username4 Wait why is Jacob Elordi in Australia?
↳username2 Well, Jacob is Australian, why wouldn't he be there?
username4 HE'S AUSTRALIAN?!
username5 One thing Charles can't beat is the height 😩
↳username6 Is it worth it tho? Jacob treated his exes pretty badly, he's a cheater
username5 And? People change
username6 Bro, he cheated on Zendaya
username5 Chill out, maybe Y/n isn't even on a date with him, maybe they're just hanging out
username7 If I were Y/n I would enter my hoe phase now and Jacob is a good choice to start with
username8 THIS CAN'T BE TRUE
username9 Charles where are you? 😭 Y/n is a sweetheart, she shouldn't be with Jacob
username10 Sometimes I regret opening this app
username11 Didn't Jacob attend a few races? Is that were he met Y/n?
↳username12 Keep saying things like this and watch gossip unfold about how Y/n was waiting to leave Charles for Jacob
username13 Miss girl did a downgrade
↳username14 Is it a downgrade though if he's that tall?
username13 He can be as tall as he wants, but Charles was Y/n's soulmate and I'll always stand by that
username9 Plus the height doesn't make up for the personality
username14 What personality? 💀 Girl you don't even know him
username9 Someone who cheats on their partner clearly isn't a very pleasant person to date
username5 CALM DOWN GUYS we can't be sure they were on a date, it could be just two friends catching up
username9 what friends? I've never even seen them talk before and there were opportunities
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yourusername Don't panic guys, I've been spending most of the time with @/youngersister and her aussie friends
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youngersister Yeah, I clearly didn't set you up for a date with a certain actor...
↳username1 SHE SET Y/N UP WITH HIM?!
username2 Evil mastermind
username3 How did that even happen lmao
↳yourusername Thankfully it didn't go as good as you'd wish it would 😌
youngersister No worries, I have other options up my sleeve
yourusername Keep them up there 🤺
↳username4 I'm confused is [younger sisters name] team Charles or not?
username5 She's just a menace it seems
username6 What's up with Y/n? She didn't wanna be with Charles, but she doesn't wanna move on. That's not normal
youngersister Don't make me set you up with Lando
↳yourusername You'd never, I know you think he's annoying
youngersister Yeah, but he gives me that vibe of a guy who can make you forget about your ex
yourusername That's called a fuckboy
youngersister You deserve a bit of fun don't you 🥳 I'm not saying you have to go straight back to being in a relationship
yourusername NO THANK YOU
username5 Lmao I love how they're having this convo here instead of on dms
username6 OR FACE TO FACE??
username7 Why does Y/n's lil sis support the idea of Y/n having a hoe phase? 😭
landonorris I was hoping you'd come see the race;)
↳yourusername Better luck next time I guess :)
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username1 YEAH I WAS LIKE WHAT THE HELL???
username3 I can't defend Charles anymore
username4 Apparently her name is Angeliqué and she's a daughter of some French entrepreneur (a/n: I made her up)
username5 I didn't want Charles to move on, I wanted him to be back with Y/n 😭
↳username6 Worse thing is, Charles moved on but Y/n didn't. She went on this weird staged date with Jacob Elordi a few months ago and that's it
username7 NOOO 😭😭
username8 Charles better say sike now 🔫
username9 Please tell me it's a joke
username10 It truly feels like some part of me being torn apart knowing that Y/n and Charles broke up for good and he moved on
username11 Do we really know nothing about what's going on with Y/n? She must feel terrible now, I'm sure she saw that Angeliqué girl on TV
↳username9 What makes you think she would still watch races?
username11 It seemed like her and Charles are on friendly terms, so why wouldn't she still watch his races?
↳username12 She hasn't posted anything since Australia, went hella private, she ISN'T okay, I think she even stopped hanging out with Lily M
username13 I did some more research and that Angeliqué girl is 20 years old
↳username12 So we're supposed to believe that Y/n who is Charles' age wasn't ready to start a family, but a 20 year old Charles met weeks ago is? Charles, explain yourself
username9 Honestly the new girl seems just like a distraction from Y/n or a PR relationship
username12 You might be right, maybe Charles can't forget about Y/n so he went with "wanna get over, get under someone new"
username14 Nahhhh cuz she was all over Charles whenever she could and he looked so done 💀 that's definitely a stunt
↳username1 Literally, she was always hugging him, touching, holding hands, she barely let him interact with fans, Y/n was so much better AND she always respected Charles' fans
username15 imagine not being able to move on for MONTHS so your pr team finds you a fake gf
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yourusername Excuse the inactivity, I've been watching Gilmore Girls
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username1 Very understandable in this case
username2 Our Rory Gilmore finally watching the og Rory Gilmore 🙏
oldersister I'm afraid Snow White might like you more than she likes me 😂
↳yourusername I'm the cool aunt 🤭
youngersister Excuse me???
yourusername I said what I said
youngersister And I don't agree with what you said
yourusername Would you watch Gilmore Girls with Snow White? Nope. I do. So I win the cool aunt competition
username3 Guys... When did Charles unfollow Y/n?
↳username2 He unfollowed?
username3 Yeah... He didn't comment nor even like, so I went to check and he doesn't follow Y/n anymore but she still follows him
username2 Ouch that hurts
username4 I don't care that Charles doesn't follow Y/n anymore, what counts is that she is happy 😊 look at the last pic, she's so adorable with Snow White
↳username5 True, she looks happy and healthy while Charles is out there having to put up with a fake girlfriend
username6 What's funny is that Charles doesn't follow Y/n anymore, but both his brothers and majority of F1 drivers do
↳username7 including the ones who followed her after the breakup 😏
username8 Don't try to make up new rumours, Y/n is single and happy
username9 Not to be mean but... It says something about Charles that he had to unfollow
↳username6 He either thought it'll help him forget or the new girlfriend made him unfollow
username9 Either way it tells us he's still thinking about Y/n
landonorris been a while since I last saw you
↳yourusername Let's see how long we can keep the streak up
username6 SLAAAAAY QUEEN
username10 I'll never be over the Y/nCharles breakup, I'm still going through it months after
↳username11 That's okay because so is Charles
username12 Tbh in Y/n's place I would just take the chance and go for Lando, just to prove that Charles' PR relationship is in vain
↳username2 That's not something Y/n would do, but if she ever did that I would support her
Username13 dating men is so much stress, why bother while you can sit at home with a cat watching Gilmore Girls instead?
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Oh fuck tattoorry piercing his girl’s nipples would be so hot specially with how much she loves humiliation that entire interaction would be so sexually charged
this took me FOREVER but I hope you enjoy!!!!
part of the tattoorry/plugrry world
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"Wait, you're being serious?"
Harry huffs out a laugh, sticking his chopsticks in the to-go container of veggie lo mein. "Of course I'm being serious. Why would I lie about that, dovie?"
His response, though not meant to make her feel bad, makes her shrug, a warm blush blooming over the expanse of her cheeks. She stuffs another bite of dumpling in her mouth, chewing it thoughtfully to save her from further embarrassment in front of her boyfriend. 
"Don't feel bad," he murmurs, his large palm finding the space between her shoulders, rubbing her sweatshirt-clad skin comfortingly. Her eyes stay glued to the television in front of them, where they're watching the newest episode of Ru-Paul's Drag Race per Y/N's request. (She's never watched it before and Jo, the receptionist at St. Mark's Social, told her she had to. Y/N's been steadily binging it for weeks. Harry pretends like he doesn't love it, but he's secretly just as invested.)
"Dove, look at me," he sighs, placing his food on the coffee table. She does, positioning herself to face him and flittering her eyes up to his face. He looks tired, but they both are. It's been a long week of work and school — however, Y/N was able to get an interview for the bookstore on campus, which ended up causing her a lot of stress and anxiety. It ultimately went well and they said they'd be getting back to her soon. Even if it wasn't the bookstore she wanted to work at, it was still a source of income that would hopefully replenish some of her savings and help her pay rent and bills. 
"I shouldn't have laughed, I'm sorry I did that," he says softly, "It's just a given to me, because of my work. Nipple piercings aren't otherworldly, like they probably are for you."
She shouldn't be nitpicking, but somehow that hurts just as badly. Sometimes, she feels like a child around Harry. It's as if he's lived a thousand lives in the adult world and she's just recently gotten to have a smidgen of those experiences. 
"It's not otherworldly," she says the word like it's an insult, and Harry has to press his lips into a line so he doesn't laugh, "I just didn't know people got them."
Clearing his throat, he forces himself to put on his professional piercer-and-tattooer face, "Yeah. It's something that anyone can get and I've done a fair amount of them. Semi-painful in the moment with a long healing time. They can look good on the right person, though."
That causes her eyebrows to nearly shoot up to her forehead. 
"What do you mean, the right person?"
"You're just a nosy little thing tonight, aren't you?" Harry fires back with a smirk. She goes to cower with deflated shoulders but he instantly makes a tsk-ing noise with his mouth, grabbing her hands to keep her close, "I just mean, like any piercing, it doesn't always look right on the person. Sometimes people get nose or eyebrow piercings and it's like, oh, that's fine. But sometimes it's as if their anatomy looks complete with the piercing — almost like it's meant to be there, if that makes sense."
It doesn't, but it only continues to pique her curiosity even more. 
"What about me?" 
"What about you?" Harry chuckles, using a hand to smooth her hair down. 
"What piercings would look good on me?"
He smirks at her little game. She plays this sometimes, and he assumes it only comes from a place of true wonder. When they talked about the drugs he's done before, she asked which ones he think she'd like. (None, except maybe for weed, but she has to get her anxiety under control before she tries it.) They went over different styles of tattoos when Y/N was interested in his work, especially when he explained that his are just a hodgepodge of designs, some with meaning, some without. (He said she can get whatever she wants if she decides on something one day, but he's particularly partial to a little "H" on her bum.) And now, she wants to know what piercings would fit her. 
"You can get whatever you'd like, dovie," he replies, "Just as long as I'm the one doing it."
She rolls her eyes and leans her shoulder against the plush of the couch cushion. "Yeah, but you're the professional, Harry! You know what would look best on me."
"Anything would, you're gorgeous."
"That's a cop-out answer and you know it!"
Harry laughs loudly and places his hands atop her shoulders, "Okay, okay. Let me think, dovie. I need to assess my client."
"Oh, you're being a professional now?"
"Shhhh!" he exclaims, and it only makes her laugh harder. He's already gone to that focused place, though, with wandering but fixated eyes and that small crinkle between his eyebrows. She feels bashful beneath his gaze, blinking her eyes as he analyzes her facial features. She's watched him work before, but for some reason, this in particular reminds her of the first time they met, when she sat in on him tattooing Mai. She remembers the way her stomach warmed and her core throbbed at his attuned facial expression, similar to how it is now.
"Okay," he murmurs. Slowly, he reaches up to gently tap at the side of her nose. "I think you'd look very pretty with a small nose piercing."
"Really?"
He nods. "Yes, but you're beautiful with or without, so it doesn't matter. Plus, I can't have my girlfriend looking cooler than me."
She's not surprised at the way he instantly returns to his teasing self, even if it's not exactly the answer she was fishing for. She watches as he leans forward to grab his carton of noodles. With her tongue peeking out to moisten her lips, she attempts to grab his attention again.
"What about...?" she glances down at her chest. Harry looks at her with a quirked eyebrow. Her form is currently swallowed up in a sweatshirt that's a few sizes too large, so she realizes she's not being entirely specific about what she's asking. "Like...?"
"Huh?"
She sighs frustratedly, "My boobs!"
"Oh," Harry's eyes widen, flickering down to her covered breasts, "You wanna know if you'd look good with nipple piercings?"
She nods, nibbling on her bottom lip. She watches at the cogs turn in his brain, his gaze meeting hers a moment later. 
"Need to see 'em." he says decidedly. 
She huffs out a chuckle as he helps her peel her sweatshirt off, leaving her in a comfortable bralette. It's pale pink and sheer, but with Harry's hands splayed across her ribs, he still pulls the fabric down. In an instant, her nipples are stiff and peaked from the cold air, and she's attempting not to feel sheepish underneath his intense eyes as they flicker between her breasts. 
"I don't know why I'm even contemplating it," he says, though it's mainly to himself, "Of course you'd look hot with them. You're you."
He looks up at her with a goofy grin before pressing a kiss between them. She blushes.
"You think so?" she asks as her hand finds the back of his neck. He nods, eyes flickering closed when her fingertips play with the shorter, curly tendrils. 
"Of course."
"Would you do it, then?"
Harry's eyes shoot open. "Wait, what? I thought we were just... talking, I didn't think you were being serious."
Y/N shrugs, "I dunno, I kind of like the idea of it."
"Dovie... you only have your ears pierced," he mumbles, sitting up and reaching to gently touch her ear lobes, "If this is something you'd seriously want, I'd want you to think about it for at least, maybe, a few days, not just 10 minutes."
"I've never done anything impulsive, though," Y/N says through a whine. He understands it, and his face crinkles some at her request. "You've gotten tattoos while you were drunk! O-or given stupid ones to yourself!"
"I know, baby," Harry coos, "But those were stupid decisions and I don't want you to make the same ones. You're so much better than that."
She sighs dejectedly. He presses a kiss to each of her cheeks, then to her nose. 
"I get it, dove, really. And by all means, I'd rather you get an impulsive piercing than a tattoo. But the healing time is really long, and it is painful. I just don't want you to regret it or... or get mad at me, either."
Y/N's heart softens a bit, nodding her head as she worries her bottom lip between her teeth. "No, I understand." 
"If you still want them in a few weeks or months, I'm more than happy to be the one to do it," he says softly, reaching down to give her hand a small squeeze. She perks up a little at that, and he smiles. "Just give it some more thought, okay?"
. . .
Harry really, truly thought Y/N would never mention the whole nipple piercing thing again.
It turns out, his girl is way more stubborn than he could have ever anticipated, because it's been four weeks since then and she still wants them. 
In fact, she's currently sitting in his little work zone, where he tattoos and pierces other clients. Not his girlfriend.
"Are you sure?" he asks for the thousandth time. In the time since she first brought it up, she's done tons of research, including asking Harry just short of a million questions. He appreciated her enthusiasm towards education, but talking about nipple piercings as soon as he finished up work wasn't always ideal. Still, though, he made sure to entertain anything she had to ask, even catching her looking up different jewelry styles and what it looked like on different people. 
And, as soon as Jo accidentally overheard Y/N talking to him about it, of course she offered to show her own. Harry wanted to bang his head into a wall as he listened to them excitedly chatter in the corner, right after one of his employees bared her entire chest to his girlfriend. It had to be some type of workplace violation, only Harry served as the closest thing to Human Resources at the shop — and, considering they sold weed on the side, he didn't think he had much of a case against Jo.
It just so happened that Y/N got out of classes early on Wednesday and Harry hung around the shop those days, making deals and doing boring business administration things. When she asked if she could come by to get her piercings done, he reluctantly said yes. 
It wasn't that he didn't absolutely love the idea of it — he did, actually, and his mouth nearly watered at the imagery it created in his brain. What he did hate was the thought of causing his girl any kind of pain. He was still in the camp of being fearful that she'd get angry at him if she didn't end up liking it. But her excitement towards it never wavered, and he would never be one to tell her no.
"Yes, I'm sure," Y/N replies, wringing her hands together in her lap. "I'm nervous, though."
"That's normal, dovie. Just try your best to relax, it's only me."
She nods as he shuts the door to give them some privacy. He never does that with clients, but he wants to make sure he's making it as comfortable as a process as possible — and, maybe he's keen on ensuring no one else gets a peek. 
He busies himself with sanitizing his tools, washing his hands, and eventually pulling a pair of latex gloves on. He wishes he could make it a more fun experience for her, but the whole thing is quite medical.
"You already picked your jewelry out, right?" he asks lowly. She nods her head as she watches on. 
"Mhm. I sent you a picture of it last week."
"Right, these simple pink barbels, hm?" 
The piercing jewelry she'd chosen were pretty spot on to Y/N's aesthetic of being uncomplicated and feminine. When he saw what she picked, he immediately told her that it would fit her perfectly. 
"Alright, I'm gonna clean them and then we can get started. Still feeling good?"
She nods again. 
"You gonna tell me if you're gonna pass out again, baby?"
She scowls, remembering back to fainting from her first ear piercing. The sour, twisted frown on her face makes him laugh. 
"That's still so embarrassing." she mumbles. On the newly cleaned workspace, Harry shakes his head, placing the sanitized jewelry and piercing supples down on it. 
"Not embarrassing. Cute, actually," he corrects, peeling his gloves off. "Okay. I'm gonna help position you, is that okay?"
"Do you do that for every client?"
He narrows his eyes at her playfully, "No, you jealous little fiend."
She pulls her sweater off, revealing a pale blue baby tee. He swallows as she lays back on the extended table, taking a deep breath to surely calm her nerves. He gently squeezes her wrist, hovering over her form as she gets comfortable. When she shoots him a small nod, he smiles, flipping her shirt up. 
"Okay, baby," he says, smoothing his hand over her stomach, "I'm sure you read this in your... insane amount of research—"
"Not insane."
He nods curtly, "Right, not insane," he quickly corrects. "Anyway, your nipples have to be hard for this. It helps with the placement."
She issues another silent nod his way but doesn't move to do anything. With a small smile, he gently cups her breast. 
"Do you want me to?" he asks, his tone dropping lowly. She's not quite sure what he's even asking to do, but she still provides an affirmative answer. It's not a second more before he's latched his lips around her nipple, her eyes fluttering back from the sucking sensation. It's messy, the way he alternates between each one so they're swollen with his spit, and her fingers find his long curls, tugging at them gently to press him closer to her chest. 
It feels like he's gone far too quickly, plushy, wet lips pressing a quick kiss to the valley between her breasts as he examines his work. Her mouth parts as she watches him bite his lip. 
"You're good," he pants out, though he takes a moment to adjust the growing bulge in his pants, "Need to... put gloves back on."
They're both a bit lust-driven now, but Harry's quick to meld back into his professional persona after snapping a clean pair of gloves on his hands. Y/N swallows as he analyzes her, feeling squeamish beneath his eyes. Wordlessly, he grabs a marker and places two dots on either of her nipples. 
"That's just for the placement," he explains, grabbing a mirror so she can look at where the jewelry would sit, "What do you think?"
Truthfully, they could have been completely wonky and Y/N wouldn't have noticed, let alone say anything. She trusts Harry implicitly, even if she still feels a bit hazy from the welcomed assault on her stiffened breasts.
"Good." she says with a nod, glancing up at him, "Looks good."
"Alright, baby," he replies. He turns to get the clean piercing needle from his rolling tray. "I'm gonna count down from three. I want you to close your eyes and inhale on three, then exhale on one. We'll take a short break after the first one, and then I'll do the second. Does that sound okay?"
"Mhm," she mumbles, nervously biting her lip. "Just do it, please. 'm gonna lose my nerve."
He chuckles and nods, instructing her to keep her eyes closed as he situates himself over her. 
"Okay. Three— there you go, dovie, big, deep breath— two, one."
She immediately winces from the sharp bite of pain, a noisy gasp falling from her lips. Harry silently cringes to himself — not because the piercing isn't perfect, but because he absolutely hates knowing he's the reason why she's in pain right now. 
"Keep your eyes closed, baby," he murmurs as he fits the jewelry through the first piercing, "Good girl. You're doing so good for me, hm? My strong baby."
She swallows harshly, hands balled into fists at her side. It's painful, that much is true, and she's beyond grateful when he finally finishes screwing the jewelry into place. She lets out a shaky breath and Harry coos, taking one of his gloves off to thumb her tears away. 
"Was that okay, dovie?" he asks worriedly, "We can always save the second for another day."
Y/N quickly shakes her head, "No, no. Just do the other one now, otherwise I'll never have you do it."
Harry repeats the process on the other side. The pain is just as bad, tears continuing to cloud Y/N's vision and roll down her cheeks despite her keeping her eyes squeezed close. He shushes her softly throughout it, his heart tugging. Once he's finished, he's quick to wash his hands, listening to her quiet sniffles. 
"I know baby, I know," he mumbles. He crosses the room as soon as he's done, sitting down next to her and brushing her hair back, "You did so good, you know that? 's all done, dovie, you're done."
She sniffs, batting her wet eyelashes up at him. "'s done?"
"Yeah, sweetheart." he says with a small, crooked smile. "You were so good. Took it like a champ."
"I didn't, I cried the whole time."
He chuckles and leans down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Do you wanna see them?"
She nods, nibbling on her bottom lip as he stands to grab the handheld mirror. He helps her slowly sit up, hinging at the waist. He holds it up to her chest, both pairs of their eyes staring at her swollen breasts. His eyes flitter to her face to gauge her expression, scared that she hates them. 
"Wait," she mutters, cocking her head to the side, "Wait... they're kind of hot."
Relief floods Harry's system and he smirks. "You think so?" 
"Yeah," she nods, sitting up on her knees, "I know they're kinda puffy right now but... I think I like them. A lot."
Harry swallows harshly, dropping the mirror on his chair. Suddenly, he's surging towards her and taking her cheeks between his large palms, smushing their lips together like his life depends on it. It takes her entirely by surprise, and it's hurried and hot and desperate, so much so that she's panting into his mouth and gripping at his black tee-shirt. 
When he finally breaks their kiss, strings of spit still connecting their mouths, he keeps his forehead pressed against hers. Again, he glances down to get another look at her chest. 
"I love you so fucking much," are the only words he can utter out before he's pulling her jeans down to bury his head between her legs. 
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strawb3rrystar · 1 month
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Hazbin Hotel characters longing for you.
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Pairing: Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Alastor, Lucifer Morningstar, Adam, Vox, Valentino, Velvette x GN! Reader
Warnings: Implied breakup, Stalking, Just all around angst
Word count: 600
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Charlie will hangout with her friends to get your mind off you. This strategy works for a little while, until she starts to notice small bits of your personality in them. All the little things pile up and it brings down her mood, causing her stay away from her friends as to not get reminded.
"Sorry guys, can't hangout today, not feeling the greatest."
Vaggie will bottle up all her emotions and avoid everyone. But, being all alone causes her to start thinking about you more. All the happy memories you created together. Laughs and smiles shared. Vulnerable venting sessions that ended in cuddles. She won't be able to scrape you from her mind and end up crying angry tears.
"Why... after everything we've been through! Why.. why did you leave me..?"
Angel Dust will probably be too distracted with work to think about you. But of course he misses you and wishes to have you back. If he ever does get time to just sit and think about you, his insecurities will get the best of him and he'll think your better off without him.
"Maybe.. they're better off. More happier without me.."
Husk will drown himself in alcohol like he always does. Silently doing his job. It wasn't much of a change to most of the others. Sometimes, out of the corner of his eye, he'll see your figure. He shivers every time he realizes you're not actually there.
"Must be the alcohol makin' me see shit..."
Sir Pentious will lay awake at night thinking about you. It doesn't help that his eggs will keep bringing stuff up about you. He doesn't want to think about you, but he just can't get you out of his head. He wishes to see you one last time before he lets you go.
"I haven't asked for much. Please, just let me see them again."
Alastor will convince himself that he was perfectly able to go on with his afterlife before he met you, so he can definitely do it after you left. Although, that's a lie, because he misses your presence everyday. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he goes over your daily schedule before you left in his head and goes to the places you used to frequent.
"I am perfectly capable all on my own."
Lucifer will dream about you every night after you leave. He'll dream about all the good times you had together. Your smile and your laugh. His dreams are so realistic that when he wakes up it takes him a minute to remember you left.
"Right.. they left.. but, my dream was so.. real.."
Adam will kinda stalk you, justifying it as protection. Whenever he sees you hanging out with another angel, though, envy will fill his veins. Even if he knows it's one of your friends, he'll still get jealous.
"You were supposed to hangout with me, not this fucking nobody."
Vox will also very much stalk you with his cameras. Nervously searching his screens whenever you leave your house. He just wants to know where you are, and that you're safe.
"My sweet would never have to worry about their safety again."
Valentino will check your past messages 50 times a day. He's just itching to text you, but if he does you might block him, and then he'll lose your conversations forever. He might throw his phone in frustration.
"God fucking damn it!"
Velvette will regularly check your social media for any updates from you. If you do post something new, expect her to be one of the first to like it.
"@Velvvette liked your post."
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Star's notes -> I've binged Hazbin Hotel like 3 times now OMG
(Requests are open!)
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pendephoebe · 4 months
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FLOYD CRUSHING ON YOU ♥️❤️🩷✨
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❤️ — honestly speaking. Would treat you the same..on the surface
❤️ — he already treats you really well, regardless of your like friendship level, he is a genuine kind and decent guy (troll)
❤️ — helps you do things, hangs out with you, goes out to eat with you, do date things but not call them dates cuz he doesn’t realise you are more than friends.
❤️ — i think he can read others but not himself. Like he’s oblivious to his own emotions cuz he worries about others too much.
❤️ — I don’t think theres much change at first. At FIRST. When he firsts starts to like you he would subconsciously find himself looking at you more often, a lot of silent glances and soft smiles
❤️ — a little wave whenever you two make eye contact, little blush and a smile…they have such a..pretty smile~
❤️ - …oh no.
❤️ — would take him a bit to realise he has a crush on you, and when he DOES realise he’s like, goes overdrive.
❤️ — “OK. I have a crush on them. I have a CRUSH. on them…this is fine. Yeah- yeah i can manage. Hahahah- i can MANAGE-“
❤️ — he cannot manage (no duh)
❤️ — his rizz game is…a like 7 to 8? More unconsciously than intentionally??
❤️ — he would definetly try to seduce you through words of affirmation, i mean we know he’s good with his words (in more ways than one wink wonk)
❤️ — compliment you. Reassure you. Defend you.
❤️ — ANYTHING he can put his words on + make it about you, he is gonna do that.
❤️ — WILL REASSURE YOU AND HYPE YOU TO DANCE WITH HIM.
❤️ — whether its with an old brozone in the background or a romantic song, he will 100% love to dance with you, and will hype you up for it
❤️ — “come on! Even if you don’t think you’re good so what? Its just the two of us, let’s have some fun! I won’t judge you~”
❤️ — cute chuckles and smiles as he gently spins you to the song, his hand caressing yours as his free one lightly glides across your waist, will subconsciously search for your eyes once you face him again, naturally smiling at you as a blush goes through his cheeks, his hand intertwined in yours, your bodies close together as the song ends, your breaths a little breathless cuz of the dancing and laughing…his mind only focusing on you as nothing else matters anymore…
❤️ — DID WE JUST KISS??
❤️ — 0 to 100 in a MILLISECOND.
❤️ — will just stare at you wide eyed and a huge blush on his face as he tries to process what happened, hold his lips a little as his eyes just twinkle looking at you.
❤️ — will apologise once he goes back to reality like he has committed murder or something, probably will tear up cuz of the overload of emotions.
❤️ — “fuck- I’m sorry! Like I didn’t mean it- i did but I didn’t but i did- fuck i mean-“
❤️ — once you kiss him back to show its ok he doesn’t hesitate to just pull you close like you would disappear forever
❤️ — if your hands are on his chest while you kiss he will pull you in my the waist as if he is hugging you, his hands either on your back or wrapped around you as he leans forward a little more, making your back arch
❤️ — once you pull away his eyes are twinkling again and his face is definitely a little kiss drunk
❤️ — will kiss your face all over once you both confess your feelings to one another, spin you around a bit, all that jazz
❤️ — cute ass crush and an ever cuter lover — ❤️
Lets go floyd! Here it is 🤌✨
Hope you enjoyed and if ya want me to tag any of yall whenever i write fics lemme know 👇👇👇
Bye now👋
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lackadaisycats · 1 month
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Hey Tracy! Have you heard about the new Ai called Sora? Apparently it can now create 2D and 3D animations as well as hyper realistic videos. I’ve been getting into animation and trying to improve my art for years since I was 7, but now seeing that anyone can create animation/works in just a mare seconds by typing in a couple words, it’s such a huge slap in the face to people who actually put the time and effort into their works and it’s so discouraging! And it has me worried about what’s going to happen next for artists and many others, as-well. There’s already generated voices, generated works stolen from actual artists, generated music, and now this! It’s just so scary that it’s coming this far. 
Yeah, I've seen it. And yeah, it feels like the universe has taken on a 'fuck you in particular' attitude toward artists the past few years. A lot of damage has already been done, and there are plenty of reasons for concern, but bear in mind that we don't know how this will play out yet. Be astute, be justifiably angry, but don't let despair take over. --------
One would expect that the promo clips that have been dropping lately represent some of the best of the best-looking stuff they've been able to produce. And it's only good-looking on an extremely superficial level. It's still riddled with problems if you spend even a moment observing. And I rather suspect, prior to a whole lot of frustrated iteration, most prompts are still going to get you camera-sickness inducing, wibbly-wobbly nonsense with a side of body horror.
Will the tech ultimately get 'smarter' than that and address the array of typical AI giveaways? Maybe. Probably, even. Does that mean it'll be viable in quite the way it's being marketed, more or less as a human-replacer? Well…
A lot of this is hype, and hype is meant to drive up the perceived value of the tech. Executives will rush to be early adopters without a lot of due diligence or forethought because grabbing it first like a dazzled chimp and holding up like a prize ape-rock makes them look like bleeding-edge tech geniuses in their particular ecosystem. They do this because, in turn, that perceived value may make their company profile and valuations go up too, which makes shareholders short-term happy (the only kind of happy they know). The problem is how much actual functional value will it have? And how long does it last? Much of it is the same routine we were seeing with blockchain a few years ago: number go up. Number go up always! Unrealistic, unsustainable forever-growth must be guaranteed in this economic clime. If you can lay off all of your people and replace them with AI, number goes up big and never stops, right?
I have some doubts. ----------------------
The chips also haven't landed yet with regards to the legality of all of this. Will these adopters ultimately be able to copyright any of this output trained on datasets comprised of stolen work? Can computer-made art even be copyrighted at all? How much of a human touch will be required to make something copyright-able? I don't know yet. Neither do the hype team or the early adopters.
Does that mean the tech will be used but will have to be retrained on the adopter's proprietary data? Yeah, maybe. That'd be a somewhat better outcome, at least. It still means human artists make specific things for the machine to learn from. (Watch out for businesses that use 'ethical' as a buzzword to gloss over how many people they've let go from their jobs, though.)
Will it become industry standard practice to do things this way? Maybe. Will it still require an artist's sensbilities and oversignt to plan and curate and fix the results so that it doesn't come across like pure AI trash? Yeah, I think that's pretty likely.
If it becomes standard practice, will it become samey, and self-referential and ultimately an emblem of doing things the cookie-cutter way instead of enlisting real, human artists? Quite possibly.
If it becomes standard industry practice, will there still be an audience or a demand or a desire for art made by human artists? Yes, almost certainly. With every leap of technology, that has remained the case. ------------------ TL;DR Version:
I'm not saying with any certainty that this AI blitz is a passing fad. I think we're likely to experience a torrential amount of generative art, video, voice, music, programming, and text in the coming years, in fact, and it will probably irrevocably change the layout of the career terrain. But I wouldn't be surprised if it was being overhyped as a business strategy right now. And I don't think the immensity of its volume will ever overcome its inherent emptiness.
What I am certain of is that it will not eliminate the innate human impulse to create. Nor the desire to experience art made by a fellow soul. Keep doing your thing, Anon. It's precious. It's authentic. It will be all the more special because it will have come from you, a human.
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mrsaltieri-real · 8 months
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Ethan Landry as a Boyfriend Headcanons (SFW AND NSFW)
I was bored so rewatched Scream 6 and these just popped into my mind, hope you enjoy!
Warning/s: 18+, Fem!AFAB!Girlfriend, language, mentions of smut, oral, p in v, riding, sub!Ethan, begging, mentions of orgasm denial, degrading kink, praise kink, sweet and soft Ethan, you get the picture
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Very, very clingy. Feels completely out of touch when he’s not around you. The boy will follow you around like a little lost puppy
Big on physical contact. He likes to always be holding your hand or have your arm tucked into his
Yah, he’s touch starved
He’s literally obsessed with you.
Like, to the point where it’s probably concerning to those around you
He’s a shy little bastard though
Gets overstimulated in large groups of people so will absolutely cling to you for dear life in malls
But he really likes going shopping with you and helping you pick out clothes
He absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair
He’ll lie with his head on your lap for hours just relishing in the feeling of your fingers running through his curls
Likes to fall asleep with you in his arms, or the other way round depending
He’s a big spoon little spoon switch for REAL
He blushes every time you pay him a compliment
“You look really nice today, baby”
INSTANTLY RED. How cute is he?
Bless his heart, he’s not a good cook at all so you’re the one who ends up doing the cooking
But he’ll try his best to help until you have to kick him out of the kitchen for somehow burning water
But he’ll sit at the table and watch you cook away with a big old smile on his face
Doesn’t really use pet names himself, but loves it when you call him “baby,” “babe,” and “honey.”
His love languages are quality time, physical touch and words of affirmation
He could sit and listen to you talk about your day forever
He’s the best to gossip with
“And then he told her to fuck off!”
“Shut up, no he didn’t? What happened next??“
Such a good boyfriend, right?
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He’s a needy little fucker
Like HONESTLY so fucking needy
Such a sub it’s not even funny
Two words: PUSSY WORSHIP
He’ll literally be begging to eat you out until you cum
Over and over again
Will always want to make sure you’ve had at least a couple of orgasms before he even gets his cock out
LOVES when you fuck his face, I don’t make the rules
Absolute master of eating pussy
Guys got the kind of mouth invented for going down
Loves messily sucking on your clit and getting your juices all over his face
He’s such a slut for you, he’d go out of his way to make you feel good
Don’t ask me why, but he’s a thigh and tits kinda guy and pussy obviously
He likes when you’re on top when having sex, completely dominating and taking full control
He himself doesn’t have a dominant bone in his body
Begs really prettily
He absolutely 100% whimpers
He’s so fucking vocal
Likes when you pull his hair when you’re fucking him
Really riles him up
Won’t say it, but loves to be denied of release
Actively wants you to deny him so that when you grant him permission, the satisfaction is just oh so much better
Again, won’t say it but he loves when you’re blowing him and after he already cums you keep sucking
THAT kind of over stimulation? He likes
He’ll be sobbing, saying “thank you, thank you” over and over again when you let him cum
Likes when you look into his eyes while blowing him too. Does all kinds of things to him
Goes absolutely wild when you praise him
He’s playing with your clit just right?
“You’re such a good boy, baby.”
He’d be trying not to bust then and there
He also loves being degraded
Call him pathetic and needy and he’ll be a whimpering mess, almost sobbing from your words and especially if you’re overstimulating him
But balance out the praise and degradation
He’s a very sensitive guy in more ways than one
When you’re riding him he’ll be gazing up at you, hands on your hips watching your tits bouncing and just feel like he’s in heaven
Loves loves loves when you touch yourself in front of him
Really enjoys lazy, early morning sex
But loves long sessions in the afternoon even more
As I said, deny him and he’ll last as long as he can
Don’t deny him? Baby will cum just from eating you out alone he fucking loves it
What can I say? He’d do anything that brings you pleasure. He’s just that kinda guy
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avocado-writing · 2 months
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Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his petite gn s/o wearing his clothes?
absolutely, lovely! here you go:
Astarion
100% makes a comment about you looking “good enough to eat”
but, seriously. he jokes to cover up how delighted he is.
you’re wearing his usual casual campsite shirt, the open neck of it revealing a large portion of your chest - Astarion can’t help peppering the exposed skin with kisses 💕
wants to see you in more comfortable domestic situations with him. I think this is part of when he realises how utterly enamoured he is with you.
lets you sleep in it and watches you dream. can’t take his eyes off how lovely you are.
Gale
you’ve definitely stolen a robe of his, I think. probably wearing it because you can’t be bothered to get dressed properly lmao
he’s surprised when he spots you. takes a moment to just watch you being in his clothes. has a huge smile on his face when you turn around.
”apologies, you just look… radiant.”
you laugh - because let’s be honest, he’s compliment his own dress sense too - and pull him in for a kiss.
he runs his hands up and down your body to feel the shape of engulfed in his finery, smiles against your lips 💕
Wyll
so so so so pleased.
we know this lovely lad is a romantic. there’s something so soft and intimate about you wearing something of his.
”sorry I just needed a shirt while I tried to find—“ “keep it. it looks far better on you than it does on me.”
a grin crosses your face, you stalk across to him and wrap your arms around his neck.
“hmm, I don’t know if that’s true… it would look best on the tent floor.”
laugh when he widens his eyes in mock-surprise at the scandal of it all, and you use the opportunity to pull him into a loving kiss 💕
suddenly more of his shirts end up in your wardrobe. he likes knowing you have a part of him with you if you leave the camp without his company.
Halsin
the one most likely to have a visceral reaction.
his jaw tightens. he lets out the littlest growl.
silvanus preserve him, he feels so territorial over you… you’re wrapped in his shirt (he’s huge, you can probably wear it as a whole outfit lbr) and you look so warm and safe. protected. he wants to keep you that way forever - he vows he will.
when you tell him it smells of him and you find it comforting he swear his soul leaves his body
(NSFW) most likely to have you wear it while you ride him later 💕
Dammon
huge grin when he spots you pottering around the forge in one of his shirts.
”why are you in that old thing, love?” ”because it reminded me of you, and you’re my favourite thing in the entire world.”
he grins and puts down his work, wrapping you in his arms as well as his shirt, tail swishing in joy.
wears one of your shirts the next day and is so so happy when you burst out laughing before giving him a long kiss 💕
Rolan
pretends to be annoyed. “get your own clothes!”
secretly so thrilled lol. never had a serious significant other before, especially not one who’d wear his things.
loves how it looks on you. can’t stop stealing glances, appreciating the way it hangs on your body. brings out all the bits he most admires about you.
you catch him looking and wink. he goes a bright red… well, brighter.
Zevlor
“oh, do you need more clothes? I can get some for you.”
laugh good-naturedly at his concern and assure him it’s just because you like wearing something which reminds you of him. watch his eyes soften in adoration.
“ah, my love. you know how to stir this old warrior’s heart.”
holds you at arm’s length while you do a spin so he can properly admire you before pulling you to his chest for a deep kiss 💕
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rogueddie · 7 months
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Steve nearly winces when he steps into the room, following behind Dustin and Mike. He's already wishing he'd tried to shut Lucas up as soon as he'd tried to say that "no, really, I don't mind!"
Because of course he's this unlucky. Of course his date would skip out almost last minute, of course he'd end up with no excuse to avoid helping Dustin with his stupid D&D game and of course the person who probably hates Steve most is crouched on the biggest chair like it's a throne.
Eddie Munson eyes lock on him immediately. He stares for a while, making Dustin and Mike shift awkwardly beside him.
"Absolutely not. No way." He's grinning though. His eyes narrow slightly at Steve, like he's daring him to do something.
"You asked for a sub, we delivered."
Steve simply raises an eyebrow, pointedly shifting the sheets Dustin had helped him make up. It draws Eddies attention off his face, finally. When he looks back up, he's smiling a little more genuinely.
The guys standing at his sides are still glaring, looking almost cruelly excited when Eddie stands up, meandering his way over to them.
He gently plucks the sheet out Steves hand, eyebrows slowly raising as he reads.
Everyone is waiting, eyeing Eddie impatiently. Dustin and Mike are tense, as though waiting for Eddie to blow up. The others seem to expect the same, though Steve imagines they're more excited for it.
"Why did you come?" Eddie eventually asks, still holding onto the character sheet. "What could possibly be so important about this that King Steve would miss the championship game?"
"Dustin said this one was important," Steve shrugs. Fights to keep his calm demeaner. "Something about it being the last one or something. He's been going on about this shit forever. Seemed cruel to leave him high and dry at the last leg."
"Well…" Eddie eyes the character sheet before handing it back. Looks Steve up and down, before finally grinning. His eyes crinkle at the edges. "Welcome to Hellfire, Lady Elora."
He sticks his hand out. Steve shakes it, trying not to grin back.
Even with how often Dustin has talked to him about the game, Steve is clueless. Dustin and Mike both save him from embarressment every time though, quick to argue different options in such a pointed way that he knows the others aren't fooled by.
But Steve doesn't mind, often finds himself rolling his eyes at their antics only to find Eddie eyeing him almost fondly.
He finds that he enjoys it though. He'd make the character Elora as a joke, mostly just throwing whatever seemed to fit at random. An Elf who's a ranger, chaotic neutral, swinging around a bat with nails.
He wonders if it sounds as stupid to everyone else as it does to him.
He's often lost on the story too. But Eddie is brilliant at telling it. Even when he doesn't understand what he means, he flinches when the others yell at a reveal. Anxiety bubbling up when things get tense, slowly getting more and more invested in the game. Even he can tell that they're nearing the end, the final fight.
"You're scared, you're tired, you are injured," Eddie says. "Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or do you stand your ground and fight?"
Steve already knows the answer before Dustin speaks up; "I say we fight. To the death!"
"To the death," Mike echoes, nodding.
"To the death." Steve sniffs, doesn't bother fighting the grin.
Eddie grins back at him, the others chanting the sentiment. Steve feels warm with his attention locked on him.
Steve has the first roll. He still doesn't understand the numbers, but the others cheer so he assumes it must be good. But then it goes downhill, so many bad rolls.
Everyone is too hyped up for Steve to keep up so he focuses on Eddie. He's jeering, jumping up out of his seat, encouraging the chaos and seeming to control the energy of the room. When he laughs, he sounds more like a movie villain.
And then, one of them calls time out.
They huddle into a circle, just like they did in basketball. Steve is surprised by how easily two of the older boys pull him in.
"Guys, I hate to say this but we have got to flee."
"I concur."
"Didn't we just agree 'to the death'?" Steve frowns. He's not ready to give up yet. He can feel how close they are.
"That wasn't literal!"
A hand tightens on his shoulder. "Vecna just decimated us. We can't kill him with two players."
"You too?" Dustin sounds just as annoyed as Steve feels. "Vecna only has 15 more hit points left, don't be pussies!"
"Pussies? Really? Cause we're not delusional?"
"No, no, Dustins right," Steve butts in. Barely holds back a warning to Dustin about his language; it's not the time for babysitting. "We're too close now, we can't give up!"
"HEY!" Eddie calls, easily drawing all their attention back to him. "If I may interject, gentleman… whilst I respect the passion, you'd be wise to take Garreth the Greats concern to heart. There is no shame in running. Don't try to be heroes. Not today."
Something about his smirk and stupid head tilt just makes Steve more determined. If he has to continue fighting this stupid game alone, god dammit, he will.
Steve only half pays attention to Mike talking strategy. He's already made up his mind.
"What do you say, Elora?" Dustin turns to him, looking uncertain.
"We can kill him." Steve sounds more sure than he probably has any right to be. But he is. He can feel it in his bones. They can win.
"Fuck yeah we can," he grins at Steve. The others look more uncertain. Dustin turns back to Eddie, shoulders back, chin up and looking almost proud. "Let's kill this son of a bitch!"
Dustin gets first roll and it's bad.
It's all down to Steve.
He can feel how tense everyone is. Dustin and Gareth start yelling when he takes to long. But he can't roll yet, follows his gut; he has to get this right, has to roll at the right time.
It's just like swinging a bat in baseball, he tells himself. Just gotta time it right…
He rolls.
The dice seems to move in slow motion. Steve can almost hear each time it bounces off the board. The tension is so thick that it almost chokes him, for a moment he's sure that he can't breath.
20.
There's a moment where no one reacts. Then Dustin yells, grabbing Steves arm and shaking him in his excitement. Mike, a more similar height, throws his arms around his shoulders. It's a little painful to have him shouting directly in his ear but, he too, is too excited to care.
The others have started yelling too, Eddie dramatically overacting his shock too. Steve can't help but laugh.
It takes a while for everyone to calm down. An even longer moment to stop talking enough so they can start packing their things up. Steve only brought his jacket and character sheet, so he stays stood at the end of the table to wait for the kids.
Eddie keeps glancing up at him as he packs most of the pieces away.
"Harrington," Grant grins at him. "Never thought I'd be saying this but... thanks for coming."
"Oh, uh, yeah, no problem," Steve tries to smile.
"Dude, you missed the championship game to save our asses in DnD," Gareth grins, throwing his arm over his shoulder. "Who woulda thought, though. Steve Harrington, huh?"
The other two laugh. Steve finally feels a little lighter, on safer ground.
"How the mighty have fallen, huh?" Steve tries. And they laugh, Jeff slapping him on the back.
At the doorway, he lingers for a moment, whilst everyone else starts heading down the hall.
"Thanks for letting me play," Steve says, turning to Eddie. "I know I'm not... uh..."
"Don't strain yourself," Eddie waves him off. "It's fine. The kids have raved about you enough for me to figure out that you're a good dude."
"Oh. Thanks."
"You should join their next campaign."
"I don't know. You're graduating, right?"
"Aww, you like me that much, big boy?" He puts a hand to his chest, batting his eyelashes.
But Steve remembers the rumors that went around, remembers exactly how true they were proven to be. And, well...
"What would you say if I am?" He fires back.
Eddie, true to his reputation, is never one to back down from a fight; "then I'd tell you to ask me out like you mean it."
"Alright. If you're free tomorrow, 8pm, would you wanna go on a date? With me?"
"You picking me up in your fancy car?"
"If you want."
"Yeah, I'm free."
"So... that's a yes?"
"Yes, that's a yes."
Steve can't help but fistpump, but it makes Eddie giggle, so he counts it as a win.
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ONE NIGHT ONLY (part two)
in which one night turns into many nights and harry cannot get enough of y/n
11.8k words (wtf was i on)
warnings: smut! idk what else
a/n: i know everyone has been waiting for this one and it’s finally here!! sorry that the smut is shitty, it’s past my bedtime so i was in a rush, but please enjoy!!!
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Harry is sure that he’s seen (Y/N) more this past week than he has all semester. 
It’s like he can’t stay away from her. She’s everywhere. Or maybe he’s just never really noticed her as much as he is now. Because outside of class, he never saw her that much. Maybe in the dining hall a few times or on his way to their only shared class, but that’s it. And he wants to be annoyed at these new sprung feelings, but he’s not. He’s far from it. And that in itself is frustrating. 
Like right now, (Y/N) is about five steps ahead of him as they leave class. She’s wearing one of her cozy knitted sweaters and leggings and he should be walking in an entirely different direction but he can’t. He’s following behind her like some sort of creep just so he can see her longer than their usual allotted fifty minutes. He didn’t even get to talk to her today, much less ask her for a pencil that he didn’t even need. 
He had another class to get to, so he didn’t see exactly where (Y/N) walked off to, but that was okay. His mind doesn’t need to be completely flooded with thoughts of her and what she’s doing and wondering if she’s thinking about him. He bets that she does from time to time. Just because she seemed to be so elated and relieved after they had sex for the first time. And now that he’ll be forever known as her first, she’s almost guaranteed to think about him. That thought alone caused him another bout of tingling in his abdomen, but he tried to ignore it. It isn’t as deep as he’s making it out to be, he just did her a favor. 
His other class finished and while it was very uneventful, he just sketched away in his notebook. He generally will look over the section they’re going to be going over in class the night before, so he doesn’t have to pay much attention. It just gives him time to sketch instead of listening to a professor explain something he won’t understand anyway. He prefers to learn things himself first and then maybe slightly listen when they get into the specifics of whatever it is in their lectures. 
When he finally did make it back to his room, he finished up some homework from the night before and then sank into his bed to stare at the ceiling. It was hard not to think about her when his mind sat idle and while he did try to occupy himself with other things not concerning her, it never lasted for long and he went right back to imagining dozens of scenarios, each starring (Y/N). 
The next time he saw her was at the pub right across the street from campus. Usually when big sports games come on, everyone flocks to the bars to watch them on the large screens. He doesn’t care much for sports, he only goes along with his frat brothers to hang out. It’s never too much fun, but he tries to keep his spirits high anyway.
He didn’t expect it in the least to see (Y/N) sat at a table in the corner, chatting away with her friend. He’d never seen her at this pub in particular and he’s not sure why she’d even come. It doesn’t seem like her scene. 
Harry tried. He really did. He sat at the table with his friends and kept his back to her to discourage himself from looking at her. But that only made him glance over his shoulder every ten seconds to make sure she was still there and hadn’t run off anywhere. Not that it’s his responsibility to look after her, he’s sure she can do that on her own. It’s just that he can’t help staring at her. (Y/N) probably has no idea he’s here. Yet. 
“(Y/N). Oh my god. Isn’t that Harry?” 
She sighed, hoping that it wasn’t true. Her back was facing the entrance to the pub just in case something like this happened. It was exactly what she was trying to avoid. After a quick glance over her shoulder, she confirmed that it was him with a nod of her head. 
He was dressed as casually as he always is in all black. She’s not sure how he can make the simplest outfit so mesmerizing. It’s like he doesn’t have to try. From here, she can see that he’s sitting with a few of his friends at a table with his back to her. She only allowed herself a few seconds to look at him before facing Maya again. 
(Y/N) spilled everything the day after the party to Maya. She couldn’t keep it in. Plus, Maya noticed something different about her and when she asked, she couldn’t keep it under wraps. She told Maya all the details. Down to the most specific bits and Maya was so proud of her and trying to convince her that Harry has a crush on her or something. He doesn’t. Maya just loves to romanticize anything she can. But that’s not at all what happened.
And since then, Maya has made it her mission to try to pry more details out of (Y/N) about Harry. She doesn’t know much to begin with and even though they did have breakfast the next morning which Maya said was definitely not normal for one night stands, he didn’t offer her much about himself, instead asking her questions about everything under the sun. 
“That’s him.” She hasn’t had much contact with him since. It’s only been a week and not that she thought that they would start talking more. It’s just that there hasn’t been many opportunities for them to interact in class. Finals are on their way and all the professors are buckling down for that. 
“So? Are you going to talk to him?” Maya is practically bouncing in her seat, too excited about (Y/N) possibly having a crush. For the record, she doesn’t have a crush on Harry. He’s cute but that’s as far as she’s willing to go. Any further and it would just be delusional. He’s not into her like that and she is so far from his type it’s not even funny. 
“Yeah, right. Why don’t I just get up and go over there now?” She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her water. They came to the pub to eat greasy food and watch the game. Well, they weren’t there for the game, but more so the environment around the game. (Y/N) is positive she’s looked at one of the tv screens in here once for a total of three seconds before going back to chatting with Maya. 
“Come on. Go say hi.” Maya nudged her foot under the table and she shook her head. No way in hell is that happening. It would be so awkward to approach him with his friends who probably have zero clue who she is. Now is just not the time. 
“I’ll see him in class on Monday. It’s okay.” (Y/N) decided that the next time she checked over her shoulder for him would be the last. She can’t be this caught up in him when they barely know each other. Even if she does find him a bit dreamy. But it’s unrealistic and she’s not going to try to convince herself otherwise. 
When she finally did look over, she wished she hadn’t. A girl that she has seen around on campus a few times, has her arm draped over his shoulder and is leaning into him like it's something they do all the time. (Y/N) watched as her hand traveled up from his shoulder and into the hair at the nape of his neck. And that was plenty for her to see for the night. She took another gulp of her water after swearing to herself she’d never turn around again. 
She doesn’t know why the sight of that alone is enough to make her feel ill but it just is. She wishes it didn’t because it’s not like anything they did had any meaning behind it. It did for YN, only because losing her virginity is kind of a big deal, but for Harry, it was probably just another night. She’s been trying not to think too much about it because it’s not as serious as she’s making it seem. 
“Oh, that’s Allison. We have that one class with her on Thursday. Are they still dating?” 
“Dating?” 
Sure, (Y/N) had seen Harry around with a couple girls a few times, but it had never been anything that seemed long term. She knew of Aliison, but had no idea she had ties to Harry. And if they’re dating, it must be very new because he was just with (Y/N) a week ago. Something is not adding up. 
“Yeah. They’ve been on and off for a while.” Maya shrugged it off, not aware that (Y/N) was starting to panic on the inside. She doesn’t want to be in the middle of anything. And if Harry put her there, she’ll have to have a few words with him. 
Maya changed the subject then, which she was thankful for, but that didn’t mean she was paying attention while her mind was spiraling. She didn’t take Harry as the type to sleep with someone else while he had a girlfriend, but maybe she really does know nothing about him. Maybe he would do something like that.
Eventually, she tuned back into the conversation and was able to let herself relax about the situation for a moment. The food was exactly what she needed after a long day. It really hit the spot and she can’t wait to go home and cozy up under her blankets. Maya was almost ready to go when a group of her friends showed up and stole her attention for a moment. She politely interrupted them and said she was running to the restroom. Really, she just needed a break from the noisy bar and the view behind her. She hadn’t looked in fifteen minutes but she can guarantee it’s worse now than what it was. And she really doesn’t want to know what’s happened since. 
Locking the bathroom stall behind her, she took a deep breath. It was starting to get warm in the pub and she’s considering leaving, even if Maya isn’t ready to go. Their apartment is just down the way, so there won’t be any issues making the short walk by herself if she has to. 
She left the bathroom after washing her hands and when she pulled the door open, she gasped. Harry was right there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. She really didn’t expect him to interact with her at all and now that he’s here, after a week, she still has no idea what to say to him. 
“Hi.” She blurted out, stepping out of the bathroom and letting the door swing shut behind her. 
“Since when do you come out after eight pm?” She wanted to roll her eyes because he’s clearly teasing her like he enjoys doing so much. 
“I’m leaving anyway.” Being in his presence now is making her skin feel hot. Maybe because he saw her in one of her most vulnerable states or maybe she has more feelings about him than she thought she did. It’s easy to say she doesn’t have a crush on him when he’s not standing right in front of her. But now that he’s here, there’s a weakness starting in her knees and she really has to leave. She’ll text Maya on her way out. 
Not caring to have to walk through the crowds of tables to the front door, she spun around, making her way to the back exit off the hallway leading to the bathroom. It was the perfect getaway and she knows that even though Maya initially wanted to leave, she probably wants to stick around a little longer. And (Y/N) is just not interested in that right now. 
She pushed the door open, seeing exactly what she expected. An alleyway that leads back to the main street. Thankfully there was a light above her head, even though it wasn’t providing much help to the rest of the alley. But it was enough to get her walking. 
She didn’t get too far because her arm was grabbed and she was dragged right back into his chest. She could’ve sworn she left him in the hallway because she didn’t hear him behind her. 
“Where are you going?” His arms are enveloping her completely and it was almost chilly outside before he grabbed her but now she can’t even think about being cold. 
“Home. I have to be up early.” A complete lie but he doesn’t have to know that. He took two steps forward, taking her with him until her back was pressed to the brick wall behind her. 
“You’ve been avoiding me.” He said it like it was fact. Which it may have been but it wasn’t something she was consciously doing. She just thought that everything should go back to normal, business as usual. They barely talked before they slept together, why does that have to change anything?
“No I’m not. We’re not friends.” He’s pressed against her, so much so that if she thinks about it too hard, she can feel him through his pants. But she’s not letting her brain take her there. Because she can’t. 
“So, you get to fuck me and then tell me we’re not friends? That’s very cruel, (Y/N). I didn’t know you could be so cold.” She huffed, leaning her head back against the wall, not wanting to look at him for longer than a few seconds at a time. His gaze is smoldering and she’d already felt her stomach stirring as soon as she saw him outside of the bathroom. 
“I already thanked you for that. It doesn’t mean that we have to be best friends, does it?” 
“Guess not. Just thought you’d be a little nicer after begging for my cock like that. That’s all.” She shoved his chest. 
“That is not at all what happened.” She scolded him, wanting to get out from under him. His hands are now on either side of her head and he’s inches from her face. 
“Then what did happen, (Y/N)? Refresh my memory.” 
“There was nothing memorable about it. I wanted to get it over with and I did.” She watched as he scrunched his eyebrows and pulled back from her the slightest bit. 
“Really? Nothing memorable? After the way you were screaming for me? If that’s true then I guess your panties will be dry right now, won’t they?” Fuck. She nodded anyway, trying to be discreet about squeezing her thighs together more than they already are. “Let me feel.” 
“There is no need for that—”
“Then stop lying. Let me feel anyway. Missed it.” 
(Y/N) would’ve never guessed that she would ever be in this situation in an alley, but she always surprises herself and Harry does too. The fact that he wants to touch her now is only adding to the fluttery feeling in her stomach. 
“What about Allison?” 
Something else that made his face twist up. His hand left the wall and sat on her waist.  
“What about her?” 
“Aren’t you together?” He chuckled, shaking his head. 
“Not even close. She wants to be but I’m not interested and never have been.” 
“Then why was she all over you in there?” 
“You see everything, don’t you? Even when you pretend you don’t,” (Y/N) doesn’t know why she even brought that part up. She wishes she didn’t see it and she wishes she didn’t mention it either. Because if he does like Allison, what does that have to do with her? “She’s so far from relevant, I don’t even know why you’d ever think she’d have a chance with me.” 
(Y/N) wanted to die. Because if Allison, pretty, super cool, smart Allison didn’t have a chance with him, then she definitely didn’t. And she should just walk home now and save herself from overthinking later. 
“Good to know. I have to go now.” She didn’t even try to move because of the way he was holding her against the brick wall. She would’ve moved as much as she just did if she tried. Not that she doesn’t want to be exactly right here on a Friday night, but she’s trying to use common sense. 
“Can I walk you home then?” 
“No.” 
“Why not?” 
“It’s just down the street here, I don’t need a chaperone.” He laughed, still not moving. 
“Okay. Fair. Have you got a minute though?” She squinted at him. She’d already given him so much time standing here so she’s unsure what he wants now, after ten minutes of holding her hostage. 
(In no way does she feel like she’s being held hostage, she actually feels so incredibly sparkly inside, she has no idea if she’d make it home herself. And that’s just with his hands holding her waist and having him standing right against her.)
“For?” 
“You’re being a little mean, (Y/N). Do you know that? I’m just trying to catch up with you and it’s like you wanted to fuck me and never talk to me again. Is that true? Be honest.” Harry is stalling in every sense of the word. He has no real reason to keep her here in this dark alley, but he knows if she leaves, he won’t get to talk to her again until the new week starts. And that just won’t do. 
“That’s not true.” He certainly is teasing her and he’s loving every second of it. But it’s almost like they’re in grade school and all he can do is be mean to her because he can’t quite get out that he likes her so much and he’d do anything just to be around her. He’s working on it though and hopefully she’ll get the picture soon. 
“I was just going to say I owe you.” He shrugged, trying not to smile too hard at her. He has no idea how she’s going to react to his proposition, but he just knows it’s going to get her red in the face. 
“You don’t owe me anything, Harry.” Now (Y/N) is thoroughly confused. What could he possibly be talking about right now? If anyone owes anyone anything it would be her. He’s the one that paid for breakfast and everything. 
“Remember when I told you about foreplay? How important it is?” She watched as he finally took a step away from her but with a hint of a smirk on his face. She’s not sure what he’s up to but she doesn’t like it. 
“Mhm.” 
“Good girl. And do you remember how you refused to let me touch you because you wanted me to hurry up and fuck you?” She nodded anyway, just wanting him to get to the point. “Pay back. Lucky you’re wearing a skirt.” 
Her jaw dropped as she watched him get to his knees right there on the cold concrete. He didn’t even seem bothered at all but how hard or cold the ground must be. His hands were now rubbing up and down her legs as he was seemingly waiting for her permission. 
“What?” 
“You heard me, pet. Why are you wearing a skirt anyway? It’s like you read my mind or something.” 
“I thought it was cute?” 
“Sure. Now are you going to let me eat you out or not? I’ve been dreaming about it all week long.” (Y/N) took a deep breath before trying to think of why she shouldn’t do this right now. Because she knows all the reasons why she should. 
He’s pretty much asking to do it, right? And it’s not like he’s being a dick and only asking for a blowjob. So he’s not completely in this for selfish reasons which kind of makes her wonder what his motives are. Because she’s sure if he was really concerned about giving head, he could find twenty other willing girls who are not (Y/N) in under five minutes. She considers asking him flat out why he’s doing this, but she’s never done this before. And what better person to be her first time again than Harry? He’s already seen every part of her. 
“Hm. I don’t know.” She can’t lie even if she wanted to. She’s squeezing her legs together (hopefully discreetly) and she can feel just how wet her underwear are. 
“Looks like you want me to beg then. Is that it? You want me to beg for your pussy in an alley, on a Friday night, after nine pm?” 
“Yeah. I think so.” He sighed, though he didn’t look like he was too annoyed with having to do it, and rested one of his hands on the back of her knee. 
“(Y/N)?” 
“Yes, Harry?” 
“I would really, really like to make you cum and you’re playing hard to get.” 
“It doesn’t sound like you really want it and I have places to be.” She shrugged like she could care less if he did it or not. And she could tell that it made him a little on edge. Like she really was going to deny him. 
“Pet?” 
“Mhm?” 
“You’re driving me crazy and I’m so hard I’m going to die. I don’t think you get it. Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll do your homework in Smith’s for the rest of the semester if you just let me taste you once.” And there it is. His voice got a little whiny like he really was going to die if she told him no. And that’s all it took for her to lift one of her legs over his shoulder and place her hand on the back of his head to pull him closer. 
His shoulders seemed to have relaxed before he brushed her underwear to the side and started licking into her. (Y/N) really didn’t know what to expect when she agreed to this, but it felt much better than she imagined it would. She wasn’t able to keep still, especially when he brought his fingers in and pushed them right inside of her so easily. One of her hands was glued to her mouth to keep herself quiet. She had to remember that they were still very much in a public space, no matter if they are out of view, and that she really didn’t want to get caught doing this here. Her other hand was clutching Harry’s hair so tightly that it probably hurt. But he didn’t act like it bothered him at all.
Harry knew that he couldn’t physically get any closer to (Y/N) than he already was but that didn’t mean he didn’t try. Everything about her was so pretty. The moans she tried to muffle with her hands only encouraged him further. He can tell that she was just playing earlier (thankfully) and she really was so wet for him her underwear are ruined for good now. 
He thinks that after she cums, he’s going to thank her for letting him do this. Because if he thought he was hooked  before, he’s never going to be able to get her out of his head now. Not that he wanted to, ever, but her allowing him this only solidified the feelings he had for her.
He had spent up until now just messily circling his tongue and thrusting his two inner fingers inside her and while that would be plenty for her to cum from his mouth, he wanted to give her a little more. Since apparently the last time wasn’t so memorable. He wanted it to be so good that he’d have to carry her home. And he wouldn’t mind it one bit. 
So he switched to sucking her clit between his lips and that was enough to make her drop her hand from her mouth. 
“I hate you, I hate you.” Her chest was heaving and although she didn’t mean that in the slightest, it was the only way to describe how she was feeling in the moment. She couldn’t bring herself to look down at him because then she’d cum. And she wanted to feel this for just a little bit longer. 
Except, in the small bag resting against her hip, her phone started ringing. She wanted to ignore it in favor of continuing with Harry but it might be something important. 
“Wait. My phone.” She forced out. He was nice enough to slow down a little bit but when she pulled her phone out and saw Maya’s contact, she sighed. She completely forgot to text Maya to let her know where she went. 
“Answer it. Now.” She rolled her eyes at him and put the phone to her ear, thinking that Harry would give her a break, but she’d been mistaken. Right as she said hello, his thumb was swirling over her swollen clit and she might’ve made a noise right into the phone. And Harry just laughed. 
“Um, are you okay, (Y/N)?” Maya spoke up, probably utterly confused. 
“Yes, yes. I’m so okay, Maya, right now. What’s up?” She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to focus too much on what he was doing to her. 
“You never came back from the table. Are you okay?” (Y/N) is not interested in small talk right now but she knows that Maya is only watching out for her, so she tried to keep it brief. 
“Oh. I decided to just go—oh my god—home.” She hurried to slap her hand over her mouth. She’d accidentally let her eyes slip down to Harry and he was licking into her again and it was too much for her to take at that moment. 
“Oh. Well I was going to head to another bar with the girls. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Are you sure you’re good?” (Y/N) grasped Harry’s hair tighter making him moan against her. 
“Uh huh. I’m good.” She said between gritted teeth, trying to keep her voice level. 
“Okay… are you with Harry? Because he’s not back at his table either.” She cursed to herself and looked down at Harry who seemed to have heard Maya’s question and was all too delighted by it. 
“Let me say hi.” He whispered, reaching for the phone. She slapped his hand away and shot him a look. 
“No,” She whispered back before shushing him and placing the phone to her ear again. “Uh, something like that.” 
“Hi Maya. I’m taking very good care of (Y/N) right now in case you couldn’t tell.” He spoke just loud enough for Maya to hear, but (Y/N) didn’t let it get too far and hurried to get off the phone. 
“I’ll be home soon, see you in the morning. Bye,” Then she hung up and shoved her phone back into her bag with shaking hands. “You’re the worst.” 
“You’re lying. You love it.” 
He pulled away, still curling his fingers inside of her. She could see her wetness glistening on his mouth in the very scarce light they had from a couple of feet away and it was almost enough for her to confess now that she needed him. But he decided to tease her again instead. 
“You tried to act like you weren’t soaking for me and look at you now. Crying over just my fingers. Isn’t that something?” (Y/N) decided the best thing to do was put her hand back over her mouth because she really doesn’t feel like arguing with him when he could be making her orgasm instead. 
“Come on, pet. Tell me how much you like this. You don’t have to be that quiet.” 
If she moves her hand again, she’s not sure what will come out of her mouth and she’d rather it not be how much she loves this right now and how she never wants to stop. He’s just being mean. 
“I’ll have to stop if you don’t tell me something, pet. You either like it or you don’t.” 
“It’s good,” That’s all she could manage to say before she started slipping down the wall. He didn’t say anything about it, he just used his other hand to try and help her stay upright. “It feels really, really good and I’m about to cum. Thank you.” 
“There’s my sweet girl. So thankful, always. Wanna cum now?” 
“Please.” 
(Y/N) is pretty sure that he added another finger but she really can’t remember because her eyes were squeezing shut with how he was once again sucking and licking at her clit. It was like he knew exactly what she wanted without her saying it. 
He took his fingers out, instead switching between delving his tongue inside her for a taste and then going right back to her clit. It was a combination she’d never thought of before and it was doing wonders to draw her closer and closer to the edge. 
And since he didn’t want her to be so quiet anymore, all she could do was breathe out his name after a series of yeses. But she can’t help being a little concerned about him kneeling on the ground so long, even if he looks unbothered by it, so she’s really trying to work herself up enough to cum. All it took was one glance down at him licking through her folds like he’d been starving for it and she came. 
He pulled back and caught her as she was sliding down the wall, trying to remember her own name. She was settled in his lap, legs on either side of him, holding him tightly around the neck. Perhaps the alley wasn’t the absolute best place for this, but she just needs a few minutes to regroup. 
“How was that?” He held her back just as tight while resting his chin on her shoulder. 
“Give me a second.” He chuckled, moving his face into her neck and pressing his mouth to the column of her throat. She leaned further into him and gently tangled her fingers into his hair. She really cannot believe she’s sitting behind a pub on the ground right now with Harry. And she really, really cannot believe that he was just eating her out seconds ago. 
“Can you stand?” 
“I think you’re giving yourself too much credit again.” The reason she didn’t leave his lap quite yet was because she didn’t want to. Not because he’d given her one of the best orgasms of her life and her legs had turned useless. Definitely not that. 
Managing to find her footing again, he stood up with her and shoved his hands into his pockets. He doesn’t know what to say right now. She’s so beautiful right here and he wishes he could communicate that without fearing how she’d react. 
“I know you said you don’t need a chaperone but do you mind if I just walk a few blocks with you?” 
That’s how they ended up in front of her building. And neither of them knew what to say to the other. He did walk with his arm around her waist the entire time and she did lean into him but that was only because it was so much chillier than it had been a couple hours ago. 
“I’ll see you Monday then?” (Y/N) managed to say, just trying to keep the conversation going. 
“Sure, yeah. Monday. Okay,” He paused for a second and sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Would it be alright if I kissed you right now?” 
She blinked at him. It hadn’t been expected. He wants to leave her at her doorstep with a kiss? This entire thing just got a little bit more complicated  
“I would like that.” She said softly, not wanting to disturb how quiet her street had gotten all of a sudden. She let him gently tilt her head up to connect their lips and she melted right into him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him back. It was much smoother than she anticipated but she didn’t mind it. 
It ended right when she considered offering for him to come inside. He pulled away so they could catch their breath and then pressed his mouth to her cheek. 
“I’ll let you go in and get back to studying.” She scoffed and shoved him away by his chest. 
“That is not all I do, you know.” 
“I know, trust me. Goodnight, (Y/N).” 
“Goodnight, Harry.” He couldn’t leave without pressing another kiss to her mouth. And then he had to force himself let her go inside, not without waving to him, and then he started off down the street, back to the pub. 
Except, he doesn’t remember the walk there at all. Instead, his mind was filled with thoughts of what (Y/N) could be doing right now. Was she as hung up on him as he was on her? 
When he sat back at the table next to his friends, still with the taste of (Y/N) on his tongue, he couldn’t help smiling. He’s going to ask her out. At least, he wants to. He has to find the courage somewhere because the sooner he does, the sooner that she can be his and that’s all he wants. 
(Y/N) had silently gone into her room and shut the door behind her. And then she changed into more comfortable clothes and sat on her bed, trying to find something to watch that’s going to put her to sleep. Once she was laid back in her pillows and relaxed, she put her hands over her face and squealed into them. 
She really can’t believe that what happened, happened. And she can’t wait to tell Maya in the morning.  
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Sitting in front of Harry again on Monday morning, (Y/N) was trying really hard not to blush. She couldn’t believe what they had done honestly. 
She told Maya all the details the next morning and she was practically screaming so (Y/N) had to quiet her down so she didn’t disrupt the neighbors. She tried to play it off like it was no big deal, just because she didn’t want to make it one. But Maya reassured her that it was a big deal and that she was proud of her for it. Even if she felt like it wasn’t something to be proud of exactly. 
So, now as she sits in front of Harry, every so often she’ll feel him tug on a strand of her hair. She tried to ignore it but that just meant he was recruiting a line of people in the seats next to her to pass her a note. She shot a smile to the girl one seat over from her that passed her a piece of folded paper and then quickly opened it. 
Stop ignoring me and give me your phone number. 
She shook her head, forcing a smile from her face and wrote him a message back. 
You’re so demanding today. Maybe if you ask nicely. 
She tried to be discreet as she held it over her shoulder for him to grab. She’d seen others get called out for passing notes and she really didn’t want to be one of them. 
This time a balled up piece of paper landed on her notebook. She wanted to glare at him but she was more interested in what he had to say. 
May I please have your phone number? 
(Y/N) was lucky that the professor was changing subjects because there was enough noise around her so that she could snicker without disturbing the room. She wrote her number down on the sheet and passed it back to him. She was going to give it to him anyway. 
Seconds later, her phone was buzzing in her pocket. She really doesn’t want to be someone who texts in class but she wants to see what he sent her more. So she kept her phone under the desk and quickly looked at his message. 
XXX: Can I walk you home after classes? 
And how could she ever say no? 
She sent him a quick sure in return and tuned back into the lesson. But now that she knows she’ll be seeing him later, she couldn’t pay attention for the rest of the period. 
When class let out, he followed her out of the lecture hall and didn’t let her get too far before pulling her to the side to talk to her. 
“I’ll meet you in the courtyard at three?” She’s not going to ask how he knows when her last class of the day finishes, so she just nodded. 
“Okay.” 
“Okay. See you in a bit, pet.” He kissed her cheek and then he was gone, on his way to another one of his classes. 
The rest of her day was spent daydreaming, with her picturing what would happen when she met him in the courtyard. Maybe she’ll finally get to invite him inside her apartment and they can hang out there. She was so eager to leave the class that she had her things packed before the professor finished with the notes. She’d gotten the majority of them, so as soon as class was dismissed, she was out of her chair and making her way across campus to meet Harry. She didn’t know exactly where he’d be, so it took a little searching since he really could be anywhere. 
When she did find him, he had Allison hanging off of his arm. He didn’t see her yet because she’d come from the side, so she stopped where she was and just watched the two of them, feeling a little disappointed. 
Harry’s face was a mix of almost impassive and almost annoyed. And it wasn’t very different from the expression he usually has around her. She wanted to think that he was annoyed with Allison, like he said he was. But he’s not too convincing right now. Instead, he looks like he always does when he’s with her. Does that mean that he’s really annoyed with her or is that how he always looks? He always appears to have a good time with her, but she doesn’t want to get too wrapped up in thinking about it. She was now confused and a little upset, so when she turned to leave and headed towards home herself, she hoped that he hadn’t caught sight of her. 
As soon as she walked into her apartment, ready to tuck herself into bed and forget about today, her phone buzzed. 
Harry: I think you just stood me up (Y/N). 
She groaned and walked back to her room and shut the door behind her before trying to think of a response. She was sure that he was going to be too distracted by Allison to give her a second thought. But she guesses she’s glad he remembered that he was supposed to walk her home. 
(Y/N): Oh my goodness, I completely forgot!
(Y/N): I just got home. Maybe next time? 
So she lied a little bit. It was for the best. She has homework to do anyway. Bringing him inside would have only prevented her from getting it done. 
Harry: Oh. That’s cool. 
Harry: Are we okay?
Harry was slightly panicking because he knew (Y/N) didn’t just forget to meet him, but he wasn’t going to press her if she didn’t want to talk about it. He waited much longer than he anticipated for her to respond back to his question. 
(Y/N): Yeah, we’re okay :) 
He sighed in relief, glad that he hadn’t done something to make her want to avoid him again. 
(Y/N) spent the rest of the night with her face in her pillow, trying not to think too hard about what tomorrow will bring.
She should’ve known that Harry would track her down early next morning and demand to know why she didn’t meet up with him. Because that’s exactly what he did. 
Standing outside out of her first class for the day was Harry, leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed and not looking too pleased. She could’ve raced right past him and she did try, though she wouldn’t admit it to him, but he grabbed her wrist before she could get too far. 
“Did I do something?” He asked right away. He’d been up all night fighting the urge to text her again and try to lighten the mood a little bit. He can tell despite her saying everything was fine, it wasn’t. She seemed surprised he was there but he was so exhausted from the night before that he needed answers and he needed them now. 
“What?” 
“(Y/N). I was supposed to walk you home yesterday and you acted like you forgot. What happened?” The halls of the building were still kind of busy and she really didn’t want to have this conversation here. When she’s probably just making stuff up in her head anyway. 
“Nothing? Are you alright?” (Y/N) doesn’t think flat out admitting that she thinks he can do better will solve anything. So she’d rather deflect until he gets a good enough answer without her having to tell him everything. Plus, she doesn’t want him to know how pathetic she really is. 
“No I’m not. I want you to be honest with me. Right now.” His hand still had a gentle hold on her wrist and no matter how slight the touch, she still felt a fluttering in her stomach. But it got overshadowed by how serious the conversation had turned. He wanted her to confess to liking him so much and then to not feeling like she’d ever be enough for him.  
“Okay. Can we go outside or something? It’s kind of crowded here.” He didn’t reply, he just led her to the nearest door and as soon as they stopped at a bench, his expression once again appeared as if he was waiting for something. 
“If you want me to back off, just say that. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. But tell me if I did something you didn’t like.” 
“It wasn’t anything like that. I just, you were with Allison again, so I thought that maybe you were busy with her and changed your mind about walking me home.” It was close enough to the truth without making her seem too insecure. 
“I don’t want anything to do with her, (Y/N). Please know that. She’s everywhere and always talking to me like I give a fuck but there is nothing going on there. I promise you,” He grabbed both of her hands this time. “Now tell me how much you missed me already. Because I know you did.” 
After she denied him a few more times, she finally gave in when he pouted at her and said that she was making him sad. And that was plenty for her to hide her face in her hands and eventually tell him that she missed him a little bit, even though it had been less than a day since they’d seen each other. 
He walked her to her next class and left her with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to see her very soon. 
And while that did make her feel so much better about everything, she still was a little uneasy. But for now, she has to take his word for it and none of it means that he likes her the way that she’s beginning to like him. So, she’s going to tread lightly for a little while and try not to put too much faith into anything. 
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Harry didn’t exactly plan to overhear (Y/N)’s conversation with Maya. He was walking a few paces behind her like he always ends up doing somehow. They’d just gotten out of class and Maya had been waiting for her outside of the room.
He didn’t speak much to her today, or the past week, just because they had exams coming up, and there were revisions so couldn’t tap her on the shoulder like he normally does. In fact, when he saw her flip to the last page in the packet, he was rushing to answer the rest of the questions on his sheet so he could get out when she did. 
He kept trailing behind her because their conversation instantly intrigued him and he secretly wanted to know if they were going to mention him. 
“Everyone’s going to that huge party tonight. Will you go with me?” Harry did hear everyone talking about a party, but he wasn’t planning on going, just because he had some work to catch up on. But if there’s even a slim chance that (Y/N) might be going, he’s there. 
“Uh, sure. Sounds fun.” He knows that she knows it doesn’t sound fun at all. Unless you’re drinking. Otherwise it’s just an obnoxiously loud party full of drunk college students. 
“Great! Don’t worry, there will be plenty of cute guys there.” He watched as Maya nudged (Y/N) with her elbow and he swears his eye twitched. From then on, he went in the opposite direction. He doesn’t want to hear anymore of what they’re going to say. 
Maya started laughing seconds later and (Y/N) was confused. 
“You didn’t see him did you?” 
“Who?” 
“Harry was right behind us when I said that thing about cute guys. I could tell he was mad from here.” She laughed again, leaving her more confused than ever. 
“What do you mean?” 
“I only said that so he would hear. He’s so into you (Y/N). Please just go out with him already.” (Y/N) couldn’t help checking over her shoulder. Of course Harry was nowhere in sight, but she cannot believe Maya just did that. 
“He’s not interested.” She’s dragging her feet now, just thinking about it. The past weekend was just fun for both of them. It doesn’t have to make things complicated. 
“You and I both know that’s not true. We should start planning your outfit now!” She dragged her off in the direction of their apartment even though she has class in another hour or so. She’s just thankful the walk back will be quick. 
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“He’s going to be so pissed.” 
After classes were over for the day, Maya made it her mission to dress (Y/N) up in a way that she, once again, never would’ve thought of. This time it was another short skirt that almost felt shorter than the last one, but denim this time. And the top she was wearing was a baby pink sweater that tied in the front. But the fun part was that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Which is quite bold for her because she really can’t remember the last time she went anywhere without a bra on. She just hopes it’s not windy on the walk there. 
Her sneakers were a must again. She just can’t see having her feet squished into shoes that are going to make her feet ache the next day. She’d rather be somewhat comfortable in an outfit that’s really out of her comfort zone. 
Maya’s plan was to try to get Harry’s attention to make him confess his feelings to her. And while that sure would be a sight to see, (Y/N) just doesn’t believe that it’s ever going to happen. They slept together once. It’s not like they got married and they’re now bound to each other for eternity. She just wants to let it go. Harry is not interested and even if he was, she’d still not be certain of his intentions. And it’s just too much work to have to sift through that. 
(Y/N)’s plan is just to find someone else for the night and forget about Harry for the time being. Because maybe that’s what this is. He was her first and now she feels this tiny, tiny attachment to him. Not that it means anything too deep, but that’s just how it is.
Sure, they had that moment in the alley that made her think otherwise, but it really just wouldn’t make sense. They don’t belong together and they never will. And it’s just easier to turn her attention to something or someone else.  
It took way less time than she thought it would to get to the frat house. It was one a couple streets over from Harry’s and she’s so, so glad that it’s not his frat because she’s not sure she would’ve come. She hopes that Harry is nowhere near here tonight. It’ll just make this whole thing easier. 
“Do you think Harry will be here?” She still asked Maya, just wanting to know what she thought. 
“For sure. He thinks you’re going to get with someone else. He has to be here to stop you, duh.” She released a sigh, unheard by Maya as they walked past the threshold and into the noisy party. 
Harry saw (Y/N) right as she walked in. He got to the party early enough for them to still be setting up the drinks and the music so they tasked him with helping set up chairs in the backyard. He knows the members of this frat pretty well and has a lot of classes with the other guys in it, so it was no big deal helping them. He just didn’t want (Y/N) to get there before him. Because he’s not letting her leave his sight tonight.
He had plenty of time after his classes to imagine (Y/N) getting swept off her feet by some guy and all it did was anger him to another level he’s never experienced in his life. And it almost scared him. But it’s not like it doesn’t make sense. If he ever knew that (Y/N) was with someone else, he’s not sure he would make it through the rest of the semester with her. He’d have to take academic leave and go cry to his mum about it. And that’s not an exaggeration. 
Harry watched it happen in real time. (Y/N) walked in the house and he saw dozens of people turn to look at her. Because she’s gorgeous and perfect and no one in this house could ever meet her standards. Not even him but he’d like to think she likes him a little bit more than a stranger.
And he tried not to rush right up to her and drag her away from all the people staring at her because he didn’t want her to think he was trying to keep her all for himself. Even though he most certainly is and he will continue to do so until she knows that he’d do anything short of giving her the moon. But he doesn’t want to overcrowd her. So, he’ll let her have her fun for now. 
That lasted for all of ten minutes. Because a guy, who is not even remotely her type by the way, walked up to her and Maya as they poured themselves drinks and he was touchy right away. Harry knew that wasn’t (Y/N)’s favorite thing so he promptly got rejected by both her and Maya. He silently cheered to himself, trying to stay out of her line of vision so she doesn’t know he’s watching her yet. He doesn’t exactly want her to know he’s there. Just because he wants to see what she’ll do. If she really is interested in someone else. If she really would hook up with someone else while he’s not there. 
Not that he has any claims on her but he can’t lie and say he wouldn’t be crushed if he found out something like that. Just as another loser walked up to (Y/N), he was dragged away by one of his frat brothers, Brett to the backyard. Apparently, he doesn’t know how to change the fucking keg. But Harry just wants to know how the keg is empty in the first place. 
It took much longer than he anticipated. Everyone was in the way and they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing so he was pretty much clenching his fists the entire way back into the party. If he sees (Y/N), everything will feel so much better. He walked in expecting to catch a glimpse of her still talking with Maya and smiling the same pretty smile she always has on. But that is not at all what happened. 
He didn’t see (Y/N) anywhere. And while he tried not to be so panicked searching around for her, he was totally shoving people out of the way and apologizing after. He saw Maya flirting with another guy but (Y/N) was nowhere in sight. So he thought the absolute worst. Someone had taken her upstairs while he was gone and now she’s probably having the time of her life with someone else. Well, he wouldn’t go that far but she thinks she’s enjoying herself. She’s not. 
Harry doesn’t want to completely overdo this. He doesn’t want to kick every last door in until he finds her and rip someone off of her. But he doesn’t see another way around it. So, he stomped up the stairs and when he got to the first door, he shoved it open, not caring one bit. 
“Sorry.” He wasn’t. It was a random couple about to have their own fun but it wasn’t (Y/N). He kept searching. He was just about to push another door open when he heard her laugh. It was muffled by a door but he still heard it when there had been a lucky break in the music. And now he’s fucking fuming. Because not only does whoever is in that room think they’re about to sleep with her, but they’re making her laugh too? Not on his fucking watch.
He couldn’t wait anymore. He had to shove the door open and see what the hell was going on in there. When the door swung open, she gasped and he was a little confused. 
There was no one in the room with her and she was sat at the edge of the bed with her phone in her hands. He still gave the room a once over, making sure he didn’t miss something. But she really was in here on her own. 
“What are you doing?” 
(Y/N) is not eager to admit that she left in the middle of a party to a vacant room to watch funny cat videos but she doesn’t think that Harry will expect anything less from her. So she just shrugged, leaving that part out. 
“Bored,” She watched as he walked closer and then knelt right down in front of her only to lay his head in her lap and wrap his arms around her. Now she’s confused but she didn’t bother saying anything about it. “You okay?” 
“Mhm.” He rested his cheek on her bare thigh and took a deep breath, shutting his eyes. He’s never felt so relieved. When he pushed that door open, he had no idea what he’d be walking into, he’s just glad it was (Y/N) and she was alone. 
“Want to see something funny?” She held her phone down by his face and showed him the video that made her laugh. It was just a cat chasing a laser and it was the first one that came up when she searched “funny cat videos” but it made her laugh. And it made him chuckle a little bit so she’ll call that a win. 
“You’re silly. Ready to get out of here?” He sat up a little bit to meet her eyes and she nodded. 
“Yes, please.” 
It was like they made plans without actually making the plans. Because Harry and (Y/N) walked hand in hand out of the party and she waved to Maya on their way out, silently letting her know where she’d be for the rest of the night and all Maya did was raise a cup at her. 
With their hands still intertwined, he led her in the direction of her apartment, even though his house was much closer. 
“There’s a party at the house tonight so we can go to yours if you’d rather do that.” She nodded, feeling his thumb rub over the back of her hand. She was slightly curious about that but she let it go, saving it for later though. 
Harry had never been in her apartment, so she was a bit nervous about him seeing her room for the first time. It wasn’t a total mess, thankfully, so when he did come in and sit on the bed, she didn’t have to be concerned about it. 
“This is, um, this is me.” 
“Cute.” 
She could feel her skin getting hot. It may just be her brain getting ahead and jumping the gun, knowing that something is going to happen, she just doesn’t know what. 
Sitting next to him on her bed, she twiddled her thumbs, trying not to appear so eager. But they don’t really have to do anything physical, having him here is enough for her. 
“Are you hungry?” 
“Not particularly.” 
“Oh.” 
She tried to think of something else for them to do. But nothing was really coming to mind. 
“I have a few movies I’ve been wanting to watch, we could do that—”
“Please just be quiet and ride me already, will you?” Harry didn’t mean to be so blunt about it, but she was clearly dancing around them fucking and his cock was already starting to get hard in his pants. 
“Oh. Okay. I’ve never done that though.”
“I know, pet. Come on,” They both stood up so they could undress. (Y/N) was a bit shy about taking her top off but Harry just plucked at the tied string and pulled it down her arms. “There. Pretty. I’ll lay down first, okay?” 
She nodded, watching as he laid back into her pillows in just his boxers. He got comfortable and then patted his lap. 
“I’ve got a condom in the pocket of my jeans. This isn’t like the pornos you watch. Safety first,” She rolled her eyes to herself and picked up his jeans. “Hury.” 
Harry didn’t exactly plan on this part either and that’s not why he had a condom, he was just feeling hopeful and it paid off. 
She found the condom and a few moments later was sitting in his lap, trying not to think about how hard he was under her. 
“Now what?” 
“You’re probably already dripping all over, so we won’t have to do much there, will we?” 
“Hey—”
“I’m this fucking close to making a mess of my underwear, so I think we’ll just stretch you out a bit and I’ll let you try it. Is that good? Since you’re probably in a rush again.” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. 
“I’m not in a rush. I just can’t wait for you to be inside me again.” She blurted out, causing a smirk to rise on his face. 
“Interesting. Sounds like the definition of in a rush to me. Maybe go pick up your pocket dictionary and get back to me on that.” 
“Can I just try? Please. I don’t need you to stretch me out, I can take it, I promise.” (Y/N) didn’t wait for another one of his smart responses, she just molded her mouth to his and tried to get him to shut up for a second. “And I don’t even have a pocket dictionary.” 
“Sure you don’t. Fine,” He muttered against her mouth and she smiled, sitting back on his thighs and waiting for him to tell her what to do. “It’s only your second time (Y/N). Who knew you’d be such a cockwhore.” 
She shushed him, sitting up slightly so he could push the band of his briefs down. As soon as she caught sight of him, she was reminded of nearly two weeks ago when that was in her mouth and he told her she was making him feel so good. She never thought she’d be good at it but clearly she was wrong. 
“This goes on, right?” She held up the condom and he nodded, taking it from her hands to tear open the packaging. And then he handed it back to her. 
“Go ahead.” 
“But how do I—” He took it back from her and pulled it out, showing it to her and then placing it correctly over him. 
“Just pull it down, okay? It’s easy.” She tried and he winced immediately. “Can your hands get any colder, christ.” 
“I didn’t know!” She laughed a little but managed to get the condom over him completely. He shook his head and set his hands on her hips. 
“Are you ready?” 
“Yes.” 
He helped her lift up so she was hovering over him and he held her there until she just started to press down on him. And ever since the last time she was right here in this situation, she’d been chasing the feeling. To be as full as she was and for him to make her feel like she’d never felt before. (Y/N) should’ve known from the start that she was ruined for anyone else. 
But now that he’s completely inside of her, she has a tiny idea what to do, but she is kind of lost and doesn’t want to do anything wrong. Or hurt him because she has heard of that happening. 
“Can I move?” 
“Oh. I thought you were waiting until the new year,” He shot her a look. “Of course you can move. What’s wrong?” 
“Will it… hurt you?”
“No, love. You’re already fucking squeezing me, I’m not going to last long anyway.” 
“Oh, sorry.” She tried to relax so maybe she wasn’t “squeezing” him, but all he did was pinch her waist and shake his head. 
“Felt good. Why are you saying sorry?” 
“I don’t know.” 
“Don’t be afraid you’re going to break my dick. It’s fine, I promise,” He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs and then nodded at her. “You can move now. Need help?” 
“Yes, please.” 
“You feel okay and everything?” 
“So good.” 
“Good. Just move up a little and come back down. Not hard, right?” She did as he asked and when she came back down on him, she gasped. Because she hadn’t expected it to feel like that. “That’s it. Keep going.” 
His hands rested on the underside of her thighs to keep her steady while she tried to stay at a nice pace. She could tell that he was enjoying himself from his hooded eyes and the way he kept groaning softly. 
“Am I doing okay?” 
“More than. Try to go a little faster.” This time she placed each of her hands on his chest to help push herself up. She knew that she was probably going slower than he wanted, but she was really trying her best. 
Her legs were already starting to burn and she hasn’t been on top of him for more than five minutes. But there is not one part of her that wants to stop, even if her legs are aching already. 
She really liked being over top of him. It was so different from last time and it felt much different too. Like he was pressed against that one spot deep inside of that only he could reach. And he had given her all control to whatever she pleased with him. 
“My legs hurt.” She only mentioned it because she thought that he might want to take over. Just in case she wasn’t doing it how he wanted, but instead, he tsked at her. 
“Told you I was too big. But you don’t listen.”
“You’re not that big—”
“Hey. Watch your mouth, sweetheart. I’m being really nice to you and letting you get off on my dick and you just insulted me,” He patted her hip gently and sat up a bit. “Kiss first and then I’ll help you a little bit. I know you’re just kidding.” 
She tried not to kiss him so sloppily but she couldn’t help it. Right as their mouths touched, he was slamming her down on him repeatedly. Enough for her to feel like she was going limp. Hanging onto his shoulders was the only thing keeping her upright. 
(Y/N) hopes that Maya will not be home anytime soon with noises she’s making. She sure it’s obnoxious and probably over the top but she can’t help it. She’ll never live it down if Maya comes in and hears her. 
“Harry—” She was barely doing anything anymore, he was moving her the way he wanted and it felt so good, she couldn’t help digging her nails into his back or the fact that her eyes kept falling shut. 
“You’re so good, (Y/N). Cum for me now.” And she had no choice not to because she was so close to the edge before he even touched. Just the thought of having him had her already halfway there. 
With the sound that (Y/N) just let out, she’s sure that the neighbors know exactly what’s going on by now. And she would feel bad but if any one of them had a chance to be in her position, they would’ve done the same. 
He carefully laid them back, still not quite pulling out of her yet and she sighed, resting her cheek on his arm. 
“I need to just lay here for a second. I can’t move.” He chuckled, brushing her hair back. 
“That’s fine.” He kissed her forehead and rested his other arm over her waist. 
“Did you, um, you know?” She tilted her head up to look at him and he shook his head. 
“What ever are you referring to?” She whined at him, hiding her face away in his chest. He knew precisely what she meant, he just wanted her to say it. 
“You know what I mean!” 
“I came like ten minutes ago, I couldn’t hold it anymore. You’re too pretty.” His hand came down to lift her chin so they could meet eyes and he kissed her once. And then two more times, unable to stop himself. 
“Will you stay?” 
“Yeah. You were going to have to kick me out if you wanted me to leave.” She shook her head at him before snuggling back into his chest. 
“We have class tomorrow.” She reminded him and he shrugged. 
“We’ll skip and stay right here all day long.” Harry knows that (Y/N) has probably never skipped a class ever but she’s probably so far ahead on the syllabus, she could miss a month of class and still have a perfect GPA. 
“I don’t know about that, but I only have two classes tomorrow so maybe—”
“Please, pet? I’ll take such good care of you here if you stay. I’m sure Maya can get your notes for you.” 
“I don’t know.” She trailed off. It wouldn’t be terrible if she missed a day. There wasn’t much going on except for exam review that she already knew forward and backwards. And it was true. Maya could fill her in on whatever happened in class if she decided to stay in with Harry. The idea is sounding more appealing the more he pouts at her. 
“Come on, baby. You deserve a break. I’ll help you study tomorrow, okay?” 
“I’ll think about it.” He groaned, pulling her closer to him and tangling his legs with hers. He really liked how cozy her room was and he had no plans to leave it tomorrow so he really needs (Y/N) to be on board. Because if he has to leave her side tomorrow, he doesn’t know if he’ll survive.
There was something (Y/N) had been thinking about ever since they were on their way to her apartment and she just can’t get it out of her head. So she has to ask him and see what his answer is. Because it will say a lot without asking too bluntly. 
“If there was a party there, why did you come all the way to that other one?” Harry knows that (Y/N) asks excellent questions. She’s so smart and pretty and she’s basically making him spell it out for her. 
“I knew you would be at that one so I came there. I had to see you,” She felt herself smile, really liking his answer. She’s so glad he did because she wanted to see him too, even though she was trying to convince herself she didn’t earlier. Now she feels like she could spill her guts to him and she wouldn’t have to be embarrassed about it all. Because it’s pretty clear that her feelings are being reciprocated. “If you couldn’t tell already, I’m crazy about you and I want to take you out sometime. So please say yes because my stomach hurts right now.” 
She laughed, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. She’s glad that he finally said it out loud and she doesn’t have to guess anymore. And while she could’ve said something first, she’s just happy that one of them did, so the back and forth can stop. 
“I’d love to. And I really, really like you too.” He sighed in relief and kissed her cheek just like she did to his. 
“Good.” 
“How’s your stomach now?” 
“Be quiet. It’s better.” She couldn’t help smiling again because it’s like everything is falling into place. And it came completely out of nowhere. But she’s thankful that things turned out the way they did. 
“Can I kiss you again?” 
“I’d die if you didn’t.” 
“That’s a little overdramatic, do you know that?”
“And you’re not leaving this room for a long, long time. Do you know that?” She rolled her eyes but she was obviously okay with that. She wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else. “You’re mine tomorrow?” 
“Fine.” She pecked his lips twice but that wasn’t enough for him so he rolled over on top of her, making her laugh and go back to kissing him. 
Just like last time, Harry is fucked. But in the best way possible. Because he has (Y/N) here now and he’s not letting her get away without letting her know how much he adores her. He hopes he gets to tell her for the rest of his life, but for now, they’ll just see how it goes. 
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Damn. I hope you liked it!!! Sorry this is all over the place, I’m sleepy ☺️ but thank you for reading!
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