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hopelesslygaysstuff · 8 months

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ur my fav writer on heree <33333 could I request Agatha x female reader with they starting as a friends-with-benefits type of relationship

Both fall in love with each other but think they are not reciprocated. Agatha, despite appearing confidence, is afraid of rejection and ruining the relationship that keeps her close to reader so she doesn’t say anything until in one of her “dates” someone flirts with reader and Agatha gets jealous and marks territory.

They discuss and confess their feelings for each other and formalize their relationship and smutty. Can the request have fingering, oral and Agatha using a magic strap? Also: Agatha VERY excited because it’s her first time having sex as an official couple

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pairing: agatha harkness x fem!reader

summary: friends-with-benefits to lovers

content warnings: ooh boy where do i start. smut obvi, choking, jealousy, possessiveness, hickeys, fingering, cunnilingus, strap-on, subspace. oh and a scene where reader gets anxious in a public setting. low-key angst at the beginning, but it gets better!

word count: 6k+

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A/N: thanks for the request!! i hope u like it hehe, i had fun and wrote more that i thought i would. ur so sweet, thank you! <3

Photo Cred: Me

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Kicking off your shoes, you leaned against your front door, sighing in relief as you took your bag off your shoulders. Blinking in the dim lighting and realizing you’d probably forgotten to leave a lamp on, you stumbled towards the kitchen. Setting your bag down on the counter, you pulled your phone out and sent a quick text to your neighbor as you opened the fridge.

‘Heyyy, my boss is being a huge dickwad atm. Wanna come over? I could use some stress relief, if ya know what I mean ;)’

Seeing that your neighbor had read your text, you looked up. Squinting slightly against the warm refrigerator light, your eyebrows steadily rose as you took stock of the contents. Staring in disbelief at your barren fridge, you shot off another text.

‘Bring food, I forgot to go shopping. Again.’

Closing the fridge, you grabbed a corkscrew as you pulled a bottle of wine from your pantry. Hopping onto the counter, you prepared two glasses while you waited, rubbing at your temples to get rid of the dull ache you’d had ever since your boss had opened his mouth this morning. The sound of a notification rang through your silent kitchen, and you smiled slightly as you read the text from your neighbor.

‘On My Way!’

Then, another text appeared straight after.

‘You have to show me how to get rid of that stupid auto correct. I do not use exclamation points.’

Smiling, you sent a text letting her know that the door was unlocked before hopping down from the counter and getting out two plates. While you absentmindedly prepared the table for a late dinner, you found yourself getting more and more excited with every second that passed.

Honestly, how could you not. Agatha Harkness was the single most interesting person you'd ever met. With her endearing dark curls and piercing dark blue eyes, you’d developed a crush almost immediately. It must have been the way she grasped your hand firmly at the block barbeque, introducing herself with a raspy voice and teasing lilt, that had you giving up your body to her that same night.

Ever since that warm summer evening, you’d been casually seeing her. It was mainly sex, and as smitten as you were with her, Agatha most definitely did not see you the same way. How could she? You were a twenty-two year old girl with a job you hated and no idea how to take care of yourself, and Agatha was a confident forty-three year old woman with a stable job, extensive hobbies, and rich tastes.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts and willing the stupid smile off your face at the sound of your front door opening, you leaned as casually as you could against the counter. Even in the dim lighting of your kitchen, Agatha looked like she’d just walked a runway.

Okay, maybe that was excessive. But the dark dress slacks that hugged her hips, and the tucked in blouse that showed plenty of cleavage was definitely attractive. You could smell her lavender perfume wafting over to you as she set a paper bag full of food on your counter, and you let your eyes slide slowly up her body as she turned towards you.

“My eyes are up here, sweet cheeks.” Agatha had a slight smirk on her face as she watched the way you shivered at her words.

You let your eyes wander up to her face, feeling like she could see your very thoughts as those blue eyes pierced yours. Smiling, you made your way towards her as she reached for your waist. “Sorry, I’m just enjoying the view.”

Chuckling slightly, Agatha spun you around quickly, pressing your back against the counter as she laid her hands on either side of you. Thoroughly trapped between her and the counter, you took the opportunity to roll your hips into hers, smiling widely at her suppressed groan.

Needy lips found yours, Agatha’s teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You let your mind drift, your shoulders relaxing for the first time that day as you let Agatha dominate the kiss. She pulled away far too soon for your liking, and you couldn’t help the pout that appeared on your face as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“Come on, I need to make you some food if you’re going to have enough energy for what I have planned later.” Agatha ended her sentence with a wink, pulling away from your grasp as your eyes went wide. She pulled out various food ingredients as you went to the sink and washed your hands, stealing one last final kiss from you before she turned her attention to the food.

Giving you a few vegetables to cut up, Agatha pulled your hair into a ponytail for you, returning to the stove and shooting you an inquisitive look. “Tell me all about your asshole boss.”

—

You sat back, finally finishing your long winded rant about your overbearing boss. You stabbed the last piece of pasta on your plate, bringing the fork to your mouth as Agatha watched. She brought her glass of wine to her lips, processing the last ten minutes of your rambling.

It had been hard for her to focus, truly, you just looked so perfect in the dim but warm lighting of your kitchen. She kept finding herself looking at the perfect curve of your neck, and the way your hair fell over your shoulders as you waved your hands to prove a point. The way your eyes bore into hers as you waited for a response wasn’t helping, and she gulped down the rest of her drink quickly.

“Well, at this point you’ve got to be firm with your boundaries, hon,” She started, bringing her fingers to circle the rim of her wine glass as your eyes followed the movement. “I know that’s difficult, but your boss won’t ever learn to respect you if you don't communicate your boundaries with him.”

Nodding, you let out a noise of agreement, cracking your neck slightly as you eyed your computer bag. Agatha followed your line of sight, before turning back to you and raising an eyebrow. “Are you seriously considering working right now?”

Scoffing slightly, you stood up and gathered up the dishes. As you moved to grab Agatha’s plate, you leaned over until her eyes were level with your chest. You’d unbuttoned your shirt slightly, and you smiled victoriously when her eyes locked on your purple bra.

“And what if I am?” You whispered, your lips grazing her ear as you watched her fingers twitch slightly around her empty wine glass.

Washing the dishes quickly, you could sense movement behind you as you placed the last plate on the drying rack. Turning, your mouth fell open at the sight of Agatha’s nude chest. Her fingers were toying with her belt as she placed her top and bra into the bag she’d brought with her.

“Still thinking about work?”

You felt your mouth go dry, your mind blanking as she sauntered up to you. Her fingers hooked in your belt loops, pulling you backwards towards your couch. Crossing the living room, your eyes remained on her chest as your hands wrapped around her neck.

The back of your knees met the couch, and Agatha partially pushed you down, positioning you until you were laying down. Slowly removing your shirt, button by button, she leaned down and let her lips graze your neck before murmuring, “You have a lot on your mind, today, I can practically see your brain overworking itself. Be a good girl and let me fuck all those thoughts right out of your pretty head.”

A low moan escaped you, and you felt yourself sink into the comfortable lavender-scented haze that you'd grown used to. Something about Agatha just felt safe, and while you were with her you felt that you could give her control.

Agatha controlled your body, mind, and heart. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A hand cupped your cheek, and your eyes refocused to see blue eyes looking down on you with concern. “Is that alright, hon?”

Blinking, you smiled, wrapping your hands around Agatha’s waist as you pulled her body flush against yours. “Yes, I just slipped into subspace for a second.”

Blue eyes darkened, and the hand on your cheek slid down to wrap around your throat as Agatha’s lips met yours. She whispered in between kissing you, “Good. That’s what I’m here for. You just let me have control for a little while, I promise I’ll take care of you.”

A whine left your throat, and Agatha gently grasped your wrists with her hand and held them above your head. Pressing them into the couch cushion, she wordlessly ordered you to stay put, before she was ripping off your bra and leaving marks all over your chest.

You let your body go limp, your brain floating away as you breathed heavily beneath her. It just felt so good. The smell of Agatha’s perfume, her hands running over your waist as her lips sucked bruises into your skin. You felt her lips move up to your collarbone, squirming slightly as you opened your eyes.

“Agatha.” Your voice was slightly hard, but breathy.

A hum of acknowledgement sounded out, and you fought the urge to move your hands as her lips steadily made their way towards your neck. Your mind rose out of the haze it was in, sharpening when her teeth grazed a sensitive spot at the base of your throat.

Pushing Agatha back by her shoulders, your lips parted at the hungry look in her eyes. She leaned in, her tongue swiping over her lips before a firm hand on her sternum stopped her.

“No visible marks.” Your voice was cold, reminding her of the rules you both had agreed on. Agatha’s face dropped slightly, her hands stilling around your waist as your eyes flitted between her eyes and lips.

“Fine.” Agatha said, her tone short.

She could have kicked herself, of course you wouldn’t want anyone to know about this. You were a young woman with all the opportunities in the world, well-spoken and gentle with the brightest smile. Anyone could have you, could love you. Agatha reminded herself that she wasn’t special, at least not to you, as she slowly lowered you back against the couch, your hands digging into her hair.

To her, you were a bright burning star. The only light she had, and although you threatened to burn her from the inside out, with your teasing smiles and glossy eyes, she couldn't help but get sucked into your orbit. It was a never ending dance, the two of you. Getting close enough to feel the scorching heat that guaranteed to consume her heart and soul, then pulling away before the feeling could grow into something that promised longevity.

Your lips found hers, and they tasted like forgiveness.

Agatha let herself get lost in you, in your high-pitched moans that washed over her, and the way your fingers tightened in her hair when she finally took your aching nipple between her lips. Your hips rose to meet hers, grinding your pelvis against hers as she groaned into your soft skin.

The haze returned, thicker than before. Agatha’s lips were soft yet rough, lulling you into a state of bliss. Your clothes were off before you could process the action, your skin sliding against Agatha’s as she murmured praises into your ear.

Her fingers entered you, and you saw stars. They curled, and your eyes rolled back. Agatha was there to catch you, bringing you down with soft words and firm hands that promised to mold you into something beautiful.

When she eventually left for the night, promising to text you when she arrived home, you felt something empty settle in your chest. Shrugging it off, you smiled down at your phone as the notification sound rang.

‘Dinner on me, this Friday? There’s a new restaurant I’ve been wanting to try.’

Biting your lip, you set your phone down as you turned on the shower. Inspecting your nude body, you ran your fingers over the marks Agatha had left on your chest. Your eyes rose slightly, imagining what some of those marks would look like on your neck. You shook your head, it would do no good to fantasize about things you couldn’t have. Picking up your phone, you responded.

‘Sure! That sounds an awful lot like a date tho…’

You stepped into the shower, sighing as the hot water hit your aching muscles. Letting your mind drift, you started planning your outfit, knowing that you’d cave to Agatha’s request.

Your phone buzzed, your eyes snapping open at the sound, your heart racing slightly. You paused, getting a grip and deciding to make her wait. Rubbing conditioner onto the ends of your hair, you glanced over at your phone, sitting innocently on the counter. Fuck it.

Getting out of the shower, rinsing your hair and suds of soap off your body, you picked up your phone with damp fingers.

‘It’s not a date, hon. It’s a nice dinner between two friends.’

You scoffed, something dropping in your chest as you reread the text.

‘If you say so.’

Dropping the phone onto your bed, you wrapped your hair in a towel, pulling your laptop out. Scrolling, you found the latest email from your boss, asking you to complete a task before the next morning. Remembering what Agatha had told you, you composed an email of your own.

‘Good evening, I will no longer respond to messages outside of my regular work hours. If there is a problem with this, please feel free to bring it up to our Human Resources department. I will see you tomorrow, Y/N Y/L/N.’

Sending it, you felt a shred of self respect enter your body as a proud feeling wormed its way into your heart. It reminded you of Agatha, and you closed your laptop before reaching for your phone.

‘I do, I’ll pick you up at 6.’

Looks like you had an outfit to pick out.

—

You felt your heart drop as low as your bank statement as Agatha pulled up to the restaurant. You recognized the name, and knew that this was way too expensive to accept.

“Agatha,” You began, your eyes wide as you took in the decorative entranceway.

A hand on your thigh stopped more words from escaping your mouth, your mind scrambling for a solution. You looked down, admiring the short nails on Agatha’s long fingers as she tightened her grip, before raising your eyes to her own.

“Let me take care of you.” Agatha said, her tone leaving no room for arguments. She could see your mind at war with itself, your lips parting as an argument sprung to your tongue. Before you could get any words out, she leaned in and kissed you. It was a short kiss, no more than two seconds, but it left you silent and wanting more.

Elegant eyebrows rose, Agatha waiting for your response. Your eyes flicked down, resting on her lips. “Okay.”

At your resigned whisper, Agatha smiled widely. She quickly swept you out of your seat, her pace quick but leisurely as she ushered you inside, her hand resting on the small of your back.

Your eyes were wide as you looked around the restaurant, taking in the chandelier and dark mahogany of the walls as the soft chatter of the patrons reached your ears. Although it was a rule to not touch each other in public, you ignored it in favor of leaning further into Agatha’s side, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

A nice looking man approached the two of you, his uniform neatly pressed as he ushered for you to follow. He led you to a more secluded area of the restaurant, as per your reservation, and you felt a rush of warmth at the thought of Agatha meticulously planning this out.

Pulling the chair out for you, Agatha let her eyes roam down the front of your dress as you sat down. Leaning in, she let her lips just barely graze your ear, “You look wonderful, by the way.”

A blush made its way onto your face, and a tendril of heat erupted in your core at the low tone. Picking up the menu to give your hands something to do, you felt your fingers shake as your eyes landed on the price tags for each item.

Murmuring a wine selection to the hovering waiter, Agatha watched as your eyes rapidly scanned the paper in front of you. The man quickly left, and she sat back in her seat as she waited for your eyes to meet hers.

“This feels like a date.” You said, your voice trembling slightly as you gingerly put down the menu. Looking up, you felt a small tendril of hope worm its way into your heart. Agatha’s blue eyes didn’t look quite as piercing in the dark atmosphere of your secluded corner, instead holding something unmistakably warm in them as she looked at you.

“Would you like this to be a date?” Agatha simply asked, raising a single brow.

You froze, the hope in your chest wrapping around your heart and squeezing. You willed your mouth to start working and respond, but all you could manage were a few blinks. Agatha sighed slightly, her eyes dropping from your face as she ran her fingers over her own menu.

“Remember, this is on me. Don’t worry about the prices, hon.” Her voice was still low, but had lost its slight raspiness that you’d grown fond of.

Before you could say anything in return, your mind and heart still waging a war against each other, the waiter returned. The silence stretched as he poured the wine, Agatha motioning for him to leave the bottle. Speaking softly, she ordered before turning to look at you.

“And what would you like?” The waiter asked, his tone professional as you floundered.

Panicking slightly, your fingers gripped the menu as you tried to skim the different options. The words started blurring together, and you felt your neck heat up at the expectant silence. You felt out of place, longing for a quiet bar with no manners to be seen, rather than this expensive restaurant that had dozens of rules you weren’t aware of.

A cool hand placed itself on your trembling fingers, and you couldn’t bring yourself to meet Agatha’s eyes as she ordered for you. The ringing in your ears grew louder as your heartbeat raced, and your eyes darted towards the restrooms. Taking a steadying breath, your eyes fell to Agatha’s hand, curled around your fingers as you clenched the menu.

The sound of a throat clearing caused your eyes to snap up, landing on the waiter's outstretched hand as he glanced at your menu. You smiled apologetically, watching him eye the slightly crumpled paper as you handed it to him. He walked away, and you sank into your seat.

“Breathe for me.” Agatha’s voice washed over you, unraveling the tight knot in your chest as you took a few measured breaths. You looked anywhere but her eyes, annoyed with yourself and a bit embarrassed. The only other time she’d seen you like this was when she fucked you in a public bathroom, and you had panicked when someone knocked on the door.

Shaking that thought out of your head, you laughed awkwardly as you reached for your wine. Taking a sip and frowning at the way your fingers trembled around the glass, you kept your head ducked as you looked at Agatha through your lashes.

The expression on her face could only be described as soft, and you lifted your chin as the last oily remnants of shame left you. Taking a larger mouthful of wine, you prayed for your nerves to dissipate as the alcohol hit your bloodstream.

“Nervous?” The raspiness was back, and you couldn’t help the way your lips parted. You watched her eyes flick downwards, studying the color of your lipstick briefly before shooting back up towards your eyes.

Offering a tight lipped smile, you attempted to shake off your nerves. You could enjoy a nice dinner with your neighbor. Your really hot neighbor. Fuck. You took another sip of your wine.

“Just feeling a little out of my element.” You said, feeling a pleasant buzz settle underneath your skin. You let the rest of the restaurant fade into a low thrum, your attention solely focused on Agatha’s lips as she tasted the wine in front of her. Her fingers curled around the glass, and your mouth watered slightly as you remembered the way it felt to suck on them after she’d fucked you dumb.

Agatha asked you a question, something about your boss, and you let the conversation take your nerves away. You barely even noticed the waiter returning with your food, so caught up in the way Agatha laughed slightly at your lame attempt at a joke. Her lips quirked up, her features softening as she stifled another laugh.

Digging into your food, you thanked her for selecting an option for you. You couldn’t quite name what was in front of you, but it was delicious. You let your eyes close slightly, savoring the taste in your mouth as you slowly removed your spoon. You realized that Agatha had gone quiet, and looked at her inquisitively.

Dark blue eyes stared at you in a way that could only be described as hungry. Her fingers had tightened around her silverware, the whites of her knuckles bleeding through as her gaze locked onto the spoon still between your lips.

You smiled, finally catching on. Slowly, you dragged the spoon past your lips before using the tip of your tongue to clean it off. Your smile widened at the sound of Agatha sucking in a sharp breath, her jaw working.

Digging into your food once more, you slowly lifted the spoon to your lips. Agatha’s eyes snapped to yours.

“Don’t do that.” Her words were practically hissed, her eyes bouncing between your lips and eyes. Her pupils were slightly blown, the blue of her eyes reduced to mere slivers as she watched you slip the spoon between your lips.

Swallowing, and deciding to take mercy on her, you set your spoon down and tilted your head as you observed the rigid posture of the woman across from you.

“Do what?” You asked, your tone innocent even as a smirk graced your lips. Taking another sip of your wine, you watched Agatha’s fingers loosen their grip on her silverware. She flexed them slightly, looking around briefly before a hard look appeared in her eyes.

“Don’t tease me,” She murmured, her eyes dark as she watched your lips part at her words. “Although, that’s what you want. Isn’t it?”

“I-” You felt a rush of heat at your core, your underwear dampening slightly at the flood of arousal that coursed through you.

“You want me to watch you, the way that you pretend to be innocent while you tease me with your fingers and lips and eyes that practically beg me to fuck you. Isn’t that right?” Agatha’s eyes were dark, boring into you as you sucked in a breath. She slowly lifted her wine, sipping as you tried to control your quickly overheating body.

The waiter returned. You despaired.

You felt the weight of Agatha’s stare as she paid the waiter, leaving a generous tip that had him glowing. She pulled your chair out for you, leading you from the restaurant with a much firmer hold around your waist. You find yourself leaning into the touch, blaming the wine you’d gulped down for your lack of rule-following.

“Oh my gosh! Hey!” A chipper voice startles you out of the daze you were in, and you pull away from Agatha, ignoring the look she sends you as you search for the owner of the voice. Looking around you spot your coworker waving at you from down the street.

“Hey,” You start, forgetting her name. You cough awkwardly as she approaches, nudging Agatha in the side when you catch her staring daggers at the woman. “How are you?”

Your coworker launches into a rambling rendition of her past week, her enthusiasm not dimming even as Agatha turns stony beside you. You nod along, missing the way Agatha’s eyes watch as your coworker grasps your forearms when she laughs.

Watchful eyes take note of your coworkers hands as they hold onto you, as they playfully slap your shoulder when you offer a lame joke in response to her never-ending chatter. Agatha feels the churning jealousy in her chest rise to an inferno when your coworker pulls you into a tight hug. Her hands linger around your waist a little too long for Agatha’s liking, and she offers a tight lipped smile as the girl waves goodbye.

You turn, your face frozen in an awkward grimace as you make eye contact with Agatha. She has an unreadable look in her eyes, and you wonder what it is as she turns you and starts walking towards her car.

She’d parked a few blocks away, and her strides are long and purposeful as her hand tightens further on the small of your back. You struggle to keep up, your mind bouncing between Agatha’s splayed fingers burning through your dress and her stony expression. It’s all very confusing, and you tug at her shirt to draw her attention.

“Ok what’s going on, becau-”

You’re cut off by Agatha’s hands pushing you backwards, into an alley and up against the wall. Her hands are rough, palming your hips as she presses herself against your front, your breaths intermingling. Your eyes dart down, watching her lips part. You practically tremble from anticipation, and you close your eyes as she leans towards you.

Soft lips meet your neck, and your eyes fly open in surprise as a strangled gasp leaves your throat. Your hand moves up, tangling in her hair as those soft lips are replaced with sharp teeth.

Pleasure courses through you as she marks your neck, her lips never quite lifting off your skin as she sucks dark bruises along the sides of your throat. Her hands are still on your hips, pressing you into the wall in a harsh grip as her heaving chest presses against your own.

You’re about to remind her that you’re in public, that anyone could walk by and see the two of you, when a single, growled word causes your mind to blank.

“Mine.”

At the low moan that rips itself from your throat, Agatha pulls away, her eyes dark as she takes in the state of your neck. A smirk forms on her face, and before you can catch your breath, she’s pulling you away from the wall and walking quicker than before towards her car.

You remain quiet, processing the last few minutes as she pulls onto the street. Her hand makes its way towards your thigh, and you blink in confusion. She never touched you in public like that, so what changed now?

Agatha’s fingers squeezed your thigh in an almost possessive manner, and your eyes widened as you came to a realization. “Do you see me as more than just a hot neighbor you like to fuck sometimes?”

You’re staring at her now, your own feelings looming and threatening to overwhelm you. Praying that your infatuation is reciprocated, you gently touch the fingers on your thigh, waiting until Agatha glanced over at you.

Her eyes are nervous, wide, and filled with the same emotions you see in the mirror everytime the two of you separate for the night. You can sense her hesitance, and you turn her palm over to lace your fingers with hers.

“Because I see you as so much more than that.” Your words are whispered, Agatha’s eyes widening slightly at your confession. She diverts her focus from the road, her eyes taking you in as an unmistakable feeling of joy spreads through her chest. Turning back, she bites her lip as a slow smile spreads across her face.

The fingers intertwined with your own squeeze tighter, and you smile as you watch the emotions flit across Agatha’s face. Excitement and hope being the main two. She wears a small smile for the remainder of the car ride, her fingers squeezing yours as she stroked the back of your hand with her thumb.

Pulling into her driveway, Agatha practically forces you out of the car, her hands hot around your waist as you enter her home. As soon as you’re through the door, she shuts it and presses you firmly against the cool wood.

“So,” You begin, slightly breathless as her lips resume marking your neck. “Does this mean you also feel strongly about me?”

Agatha's eyes are warm as she pulls away to look at you. Her fingers run gently over your flushed cheek, her smile wide as she responds. “Of course I do.”

You sense a slight hesitancy from her, and gently grasp her chin when she looks away from you. Her eyes are wide, tears starting to fill them.

“I don’t want to scare you off.” Agatha says, her voice trembling.

Pulling away from the door, you pull Agatha along as you search for her bedroom. Offering a gentle smile, you push her onto the bed before straddling her lap. Pulling her face into your cupped hands, you place a gentle kiss on her lips before whispering, “Tell me, I promise you won’t scare me off.”

Agatha’s eyes are earnest, her hands trembling as they clutch the fabric around your hips. “I am hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you. The desperate, aching kind of love. The kind there’s no coming back from. The kind there’s no way out of. The kind that’s going to be the death of me one day.”

Your lips part, your eyes crinkling in a smile as you look at her. You can’t quite find the right words, so you press your lips against hers, attempting to convey the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you. It goes unsaid, instead felt through your frenzied lips that you feel the exact same way.

The kisses turn passionate, slower than you normally kiss Agatha. Her brain apparently starts to work again, turning lustful as her hands claw at the hem of your dress. You break the kiss laughing slightly as you help her take the soft fabric off.

Your hands undo the buttons of her shirt as she hurriedly removes her jacket from her shoulders. Your dress lands somewhere on the floor, Agatha’s lips reattaching themselves to your neck and moving over the newly exposed skin towards your chest.

As soon as you felt those sinful lips against your chest, you let out a gasp, the sound spurring Agatha into further action. Your fingers scramble, losing their grip on her infuriatingly small buttons as you close your eyes, lost in the feeling of Agatha’s teeth sucking your nipple between them.

Agatha pulls away, her pupils blown as she takes you in. A flush is spreading down your chest, your hips rolling slightly as your fingers flex against her stomach. In an instant, she flips you until your back meets the bed, a soft grunt escaping your lips as you open your eyes in confusion.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” Agatha husks, her hands running all over your body. She pulls your underwear off in one smooth motion, before removing her own shirt.

“But, we’ve been fucking for a while.” You say, your eyes glued to the lacy bra that Agatha reveals as she drops her shirt on the floor. Humming, she smiles as she slowly leans in to nuzzle against your neck.

“This time is different,” Agatha’s words are quiet, and you nod immediately, knowing exactly what she means. At the feeling of your nod, Agatha leaves a few open-mouthed kisses along your neck as you squirm slightly. She slowly works her way down your body, leaving kisses on every inch of exposed skin as you feel your mind go hazy.

Upon reaching the apex of your thighs, and admiring the slick juices leaking from you, Agatha removes her hands from where they were pinning your hips down. Your hips automatically start moving, rutting into the air as you search for some sort of friction.

“Let’s play a little game.” Agatha mutters, watching your eyes light up at the idea. She reaches up, tangling her fingers with yours and pressing your conjoined hands into the mattress. “If you can come without my help, I’ll give you a reward.”

Your glassy eyes stare at her, not quite comprehending her words. At the confusion etched across your face, Agatha smirks, before dropping her face to your dripping pussy and sticking out her tongue. At the feeling of her strong muscle against you, your hips jerk and you understand what she meant.

Agatha doesn’t move, her tongue still firmly against you as you grind against her face. Your back arches as you thrust harder, your orgasm nearing as Agatha squeezes your hands tighter.

Stars erupt behind your eyes, and you can almost feel your consciousness drift off among the galaxies as your muscles tense and release. Agatha helps you ride out your high, her tongue swiping through your folds and collecting your cum as your hips stutter beneath her ministrations.

“Fuck,” Agatha groans. You think it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

Long fingers enter you, curling just right and coaxing forth the blazing arousal that had threatened to dissipate after your orgasm. You can feel your back arching, your hips thrusting in time with each stroke of Agatha’s fingers as your mind sinks further into that comfortable lavender-scented haze.

“More.” You gasp, and Agatha wonders if you’ve realized what you're begging for.

Practically slamming her fingers into your slick pussy, Agatha kneels, getting into a better position to fuck you. You moan, your throat slightly scratchy as you feel your arousal climb. Agatha watches your eyes roll back, your pleas becoming incoherent as your second orgasm washes over you.

You moan, your hips stilling as you twitch from aftershocks. You vaguely feel Agatha pull her fingers from you, your eyes closed as you clutch the comforter beneath you. You can feel her pull away from you, the bed shifting as she moves off of it. Opening your eyes, you fight the haze that settles over your mind as you peer around the room for her.

Agatha turns around, her eyes catching yours before your gaze moves further down. Her hand is slowly pumping over a deep purple strap-on, and you feel another wave of arousal rise as you weakly attempt to close your legs.

Blue eyes narrow, and Agatha makes her way to the bed in a few, quick strides. Kneeling in front of your partially closed legs, she digs her nails into your inner thigh as she wrenches them open again.

“Do not do that again.” Her voice is harsh, and you can’t stop the low moan that leaves you. “I’m giving you what you wanted.” She leans down, her lips now rough as she kisses over the dark hickeys she’d made earlier that night. Her hand replaces her lips, gripping your throat tightly as she moves her lips to your ear.

“More.”

You can’t stop the throaty moan that leaves you, the sensations becoming overwhelming in an instant as your arousal skyrockets. You close your eyes again, feeling the warning squeeze against your throat, Agatha’s nails dragging down your taunt stomach, and the tip of the strap-on that she’s teasing your entrance with.

In one quick movement, Agatha buries the strap into you, her own moan mixing with yours as your eyes snap open. There’s a burning sensation at your core, and as Agatha starts thrusting roughly into you, it melts into a white-hot pleasure.

Your hands flail, not quite knowing what to do as your mind is thrown headfirst into the lavender-scented subspace you’ve grown so fond of. You can hear the slap of Agatha’s thighs hitting you with every thrust, her hand tight around your throat while the other grips your hip. Her pupils are blown, her eyes watching your face as your lips part and incoherent mumbles escape you.

Agatha is so engrossed with watching your face, the way it scrunches up slightly when your orgasm is approaching, that she almost misses the soft words you say.

“I love you.” Your eyes are sparkling, gazing up at her with so much emotion in them, Agatha feels her hips stutter slightly. You repeat it, a giddy smile appearing on your face, and Agatha just about loses her mind.

Hips snapping roughly, the sound of Agatha’s strap fucking into you fills the room, your moans growing louder with each passing second. Blue eyes watch you come undone, your body spasming and tensing as a powerful orgasm rips through you. She watches, gently guiding you down, as a piece of herself she didn’t know was missing clicked back into place when your eyes bore into hers.

You’re brought down with soothing words and praises, Agatha’s hands soft as they run over your trembling form. You barely feel her remove her strap, a warm feeling overtaking your chest as you watch her eyes sparkle in the dim lighting of her room.

Laying down, Agatha wraps an arm around you as you roll over, burying your face into her chest. She hums softly, tracing circles on your upper back as you let your mind leisurely emerge from the subspace it was deeply entrenched in.

“So,” You say, your eyes dropping as a wave of tiredness washes over you. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, my love.” Agatha says gently, running her fingers over your face as you finally succumb to sleep. How could she say anything else? She’d been in love with you since the moment she’d laid eyes on you. You were the one dazzlingly bright light in her life, the mere thought of you bringing a sense of peace and contentment. She’d be a fool to let you go. In a few short words, she let the scorching heat of you draw her in, not caring if she burned in the process of loving you. “Of course.”

#agatha fanfic #agatha smut #agatha x reader #agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #marvel #mcu

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i had this idea for roman where reader is like the sweet girl wrestlers go to when they really want to have a match with someone because she’s really good at persuading the higher ups and roman really wants a match against (a wrestler of ur choice) cuz he thinks that will blow the audiences minds so he goes to talk to her and as time goes by in the convo, they drift off and start taking about life and relationships and like days after they start bumping into each other more and more and one of them soon develops a crush ✊✊✊✊✊✊ (sorry if theres any typos)

IN BLOOM, roman reigns.

warnings: curse words, inaccurate events, alcohol mentioned, teasings

tags: i love writing out of the ring roman like it's so fun,,, bisexual reader since i love shotzi, THEORY FLIRTING, had to tweak several things to fit the plot!! i hope u don't mind <3 why does (y/n) has a saul goodman vibes here i just realized that

summary: you’re really good at your job

THE room was filled with excitement as you shook your boss’s hand. “you will be the death of me, ms. (l/n). we have a deal!” you smiled at him, only to receive the same gesture. “then it is settled," your boss paused for a second. "lynch against rollins... i think it's a solid deal." you nodded at his sentence. "tell them to come to the office tomorrow, we'll talk about the deal. thank you for bringing yet another great idea, ms. (l/n)."

"YOU'RE JOKING?" seth was practically yelling in your office. "no, i scored it. although the two of you," you pointed at becky and seth. "have to come to the office to sign the contract." becky immediately stood up and hugged you. "god, thank you (y/n)... i don't know why you’re so good at this.” she chuckled. “hey, it’s my job to make sure that everyone enjoys their job.” “you’re a blessing, (y/n). should’ve been here since 10 years ago.”

your office became empty as the two lovebirds left. you were satisfied with your bookings for next month. the couple had been asking for the higher ups to put them in the ring together, but they would always decline–saying no every time they proposed the idea. they came to you, being the talent relations, you had to step up for the wrestlers and give the people what they wanted. being in the board meant that you knew how the games were played, people had a soft spot for you as you were an amazing sweet talker.

ever since you were hired as talent relations, you were mostly in charge of the bookings that happened. the company noticed that the wrestlers were enjoying their matches and it was all because of you. you gave them what they wanted, gave the people amazing shows, you were very good at your job.

"you really scored a high-rating today." "honestly, i know i don't stand a chance with my girl, but i had so much fun." the two wrestlers were talking backstage. "that's because i know your weak spots." becky replied, drinking her water. "finally got our dream match. all thanks to (y/n)." roman's ears perked up. "talent relations did all of that?" he furrowed his brows. "oh yeah, she's really good at doing her job. got gunther and ali against each other, who else... brock with cody? that's all her doings." seth replied.

roman reigns was interested.

everyone seemed to speak highly of you as you were one of the sweetest and nicest one in the board. all his bookings were done by his manager, but he realized that he was bored of them. he needed a chance. roman needed to talk to you. "dude, eve from marketing was asking for you!" jey opened the locker room door. "i'm not interested, how many times do i need to tell you that?" roman groaned at his cousin trying to set him up. "damn dude, give her a chance." he shook his head.

"who else should we set you up with?" jimmy asked. "what about cath from creatives?" jey furrowed his eyebrows. "naaah, she has a husband." roman grew annoyed by his cousins. "rather than setting me up with someone, can y'all help me talk to (y/n)?" that caught their attentions. "what do you want from her?" jimmy squinted his eyes. "yeah uce, don't mess with her. she's like a baby sister to us here!"

the man groaned once again. "nah man, i just need to talk to her about work stuff. where is her office?" roman asked, still earning curious looks from his cousins. "i'm being for real, you remember the bianca match that we talked about? i heard seth and becky scored a match because of her." the twins nodded in unison. "room 12, 5th floor. if you pull some flirty shit, we will end you." that was a genuine threat from the twins.

you yawned, feeling sleepier than usual. caffeine sounds like a good idea, you thought. you just got back from the arena, you were very satisfied with your own bookings. seth and becky gave it all for today's match. you never doubted them from the start. "hi, (y/n)." the barista greeted you. "hi, the usual please! make it 2, i'm buying for my assistant too!"

when you exited the lift, you expected to see your assistant on her desk, typing some emails, but she was not there. you opened the door, expecting it to be empty. "i hope i'm not rude for entering your office, your assistant told me to just walk in, she said she was going to creatives to print your schedule by the way." you almost dropped your coffee when you saw a certain black-haired man sitting down on your chair. "o- oh, hi!" you greeted him, despite feeling rather intimidated by his presence.

"hello ms. (l/n). i'm roman, can we talk a bit about some things? if you're busy then we can schedule a meeting." his voice was as charming as he looked. "no, no. i'm free! please sit down and (y/n) would do!" you walked to your chair, facing him. it was your first time officially meeting him, as all of his bookings were made and signed by his manager. "so, how can i help you?" you knew when a wrestler comes to your office they were in need of help. whether it was a push or a gimmick change, you were always ready to help. "i heard from seth that you managed to score his latest match and it was amazing." you smiled at his sentence. "always ready to help the lovebirds, they are so kind."

"i want a match against bianca." and you were already interested in his proposal. "okay, continue." you said, typing down the plan. "bianca and i were talking the other week about this match and we really want it to happen. let her win, she deserves it. but all the fans really want us to face each other as we are both champions... i just think this deserves a run." you nodded, completely understanding the situation. "i couldn't agree more. wait, i'm looking for your report... socials told me that a lot of your fans want to see you in a mix match."

you turned your laptop monitor around, showing him the report from socials. "i think it's gonna be amazing, roman." you grinned as you saw him scanning the monitor. this was the first time he saw his social reports and people really wanted to see him in a mix-gender match. his eyes widened in surprise as he saw your tabs, you were already writing the email. to say the least, roman was impressed with your skills. "damn." was all that came out of his mouth.

"i just need to talk to bianca's manager about this and we're all settled. i'll propose the idea in the next board meeting." roman was about to ask if he should be in the next meeting or not. "don't worry about all the negotiations and the contracts. sit back and relax, your manager will bring you the documents after i score this deal." you answered his unspoken question.

"wow." he was flabbergasted. "(y/n), how are you so good at this?" roman asked. "oh, i love my job and i just want the talents to enjoy their job as much as i enjoy mine." you gave him an honest answer. "that's just pure dedication, they should induct you in the hall of fame." he joked, feeling comfortable with your friendly presence. you chuckled at his joke. "trust me, i feel like i deserve more than just a hall of fame induction, i should be the president for this company." roman laughed.

now he understood why people spoke very high of you. you bring positive vibes that was truly needed in the industry. "thank you, (y/n)." roman blurted out, genuinely thankful for your help. "no, no. don't thank me yet, i'm just doing my job!" roman shook his head. "not putting pressure on you, but i know you're gonna do an amazing job." you smiled at him. "thank you as well for trusting me, roman! i'll be there when the match happens. i also watch all of my bookings."

"so you were there when the twins fought the judgement day?" you nodded. "they did an amazing job, we got drinks after that... that night ended well for everyone." his eyes lit up. "you're close to them, right?" you nodded once again. "they're the best honestly, always helping me with ideas. kinda miss them. you should really come next time we're having a drink off!" you said.

"that sounds fun," he paused for a second. "you know, the locker room speaks very highly of you, (y/n)." you felt your cheeks reddened. "but it's funny how this is the first time we meet and they're right about you being this friendly." roman couldn't even deny your positivity. "like i said, i want everyone to enjoy their time in the ring." you replied with a happy tone. "how did you even get this job, sorry but... you look too young to be in charge."

you got that a lot and you were used to it. "honestly, you're not the first person to say that. i was just lucky, i guess... i was in public relations before this but they moved me to talent relations because they had to cut some crews, so i guess it was my lucky day." you told him about your backstory. "i love it here, it's better than being stuck with externals... i made a lot of friends along the way." you continued. "sorry, i'm just rambling." you realized that you were talking a lot.

the man immediately shook his head. "no, it's fine! i love hearing the upstair stories." he encouraged you to continue. "well, what do you wanna know? i have a lot of gossips about everything." you wiggled your eyebrows. "i even know about your secret romance with one of the crews from 2 years ago." roman's eyes widened in surprise. "that was only a short relationship!" he was shocked that you knew everything. "hey, i'm no one to judge, but janice? janice from marketing? she was a pain in my ass."

"oh come on, what about you and shotzi?" you rolled your eyes. "we decided to part ways in a mutual way, we're best friends now! oh my god, everyone knows?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "it was a locker room gossip. they kept teasing her about dating you..." the conversation continued between you and the universal champion. your alarm rang, it was time for you to clock out of work.

"i'll text you the outcomes for the meeting," you paused for a second to put your things inside your back. "i won't let you down." the two of you stood up in unison. "you're driving?" he asked. "no, i'm probably gonna call for taxi. my car is being repaired since seth accidentally knocked over my lamppost." you chuckled as you remembered the incident. "then let me take you home, that's the least i can do for taking up your time."

the car ride wasn't silent at all. "and i told her that we should stop seeing each other, she quitted her job after that." roman was telling the story about how he dated janice from marketing. "damn... that was why she dropped every project. you're the one to blame." you joked. "hey, it wasn't working out." he defended himself. "i know, i was joking. so, you seeing anyone now?" you asked him. "heard from the twins that they are setting you up with someone from marketing again." roman made a mental note to smack his cousins heads. "damn, they really should shut up sometimes. and no, the dating scene for me is out of reach."

"why is that?" "because i haven't met the right person, i guess."

you agreed with him. the dating scene for you was a mess as well. nothing really worked out for you, maybe you were too focused on making other people happy that you didn't have the time to focus on yourself. "damn, i couldn't agree more. but hey, at least we have our jobs, right?" roman nodded. "right, i think it's nice that we share the same perspective towards things, i can tell we're gonna be good friends, (y/n)." you giggled at his sentence. "i'd love to be friends with you, roman!"

needless to say, the two of you kept in contact as you were going to score one of the biggest wrestling matches in his entire career. you were preparing for the meeting when you saw a certain black-haired man roaming near your office. "roman?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "hi." he greeted you with a smile as you hugged him. "sorry, a habit." you apologized. "no worries!" he returned the gesture. "what are you doing here?" you asked, clearly confused. "i feel like i should help you in the meeting, if you don't mind. jey said it should be easy when the talent is there too." he was very considerate and that warmed your heart.

"good morning, everyone!" you walked into the meeting room, with roman on your side. "good morning, ms. (l/n) and... reigns?" people were obviously confused. everyone knew you were going to pull some shit and they will still fall for it. "as you can see right here, i brought roman with me because we have something we'd like to propose." everyone's attention was on the two of you.

he was impressed as he saw the board all agreeing with you. even though you were the youngest in the board, everyone seemed to respect you. another score, you thought. "i don't know how you do that, but i am very impressed." roman whispered to you. "it's my talent." you winked at him. you shook your boss's hand, finalizing the deal. "ms. (l/n), once again... outstanding like usual. might give you a promotion for this if this works out." your eyes lit up in excitement. "thank you boss."

roman and you exited the meeting room, clearly holding your squeaks. "oh my god!" you squealed, feeling thrilled for the upcoming match. "(y/n)... that was amazing!" he couldn't help but to hug you. "i'm so excited, good things are coming for you!" you hugged him back, feeling smaller in his arms. "fuck, this calls for a celebration! call your cousins, let's fucking get wasted tonight!"

the friendship bloomed as time passed by. you saw him quite often in work (more than before you were friends). a 'hi!' or 'do you wanna eat after this?' made everyone questioned your relationship with him. sure, you were nice to the talents but seeing you with the tribal chief himself was kind of out of place for you since you were always with him.

he was happy. it was the first time you worked together and the chemistry was there. he threw ideas and you would make them happen. roman was involved with the script and the choreography, which made you very excited for the match. that man was dedicated to his work, he was practically married to his job. but that didn’t stop him from making time for you. after rehearsals, it became a habit for the two of you to spend the night at a random parking lot, talking about everything.

you learned a lot about him and he learned a lot about you. he didn’t want to admit it but you were definitely his type. you were fearless, not afraid to say what was on your mind. he couldn’t help but to be attracted to you.

you were walking with him to the locker room, preparing for his first encounter with bianca. to your surprise, the locker room was full of people. "uce, i swear. you're taking her away from us!" jey complained. "hey, let's not fight... we haven't reached that timeline yet." you joked, earning a laugh from the locker room. "heard you scored this match, you never disappoint." solo patted your back. "so when are we fighting?" jimmy nudged you. "my man, you would instantly knock me out. i'm not built for the business."

everyone was talking to you, you were the center of their attentions. always throwing jokes and making people smile, you really lived up to your reputation. roman saw theory slinging his arm on your shoulders and he felt something he had never felt in years... was it jealousy? was it something else? he couldn't deny that you had a magnetic charm surrounding you, causing people to gravitate close to you.

"you never have time for me, (y/n)." theory pouted causing roman to raise one of his brows. "sorry, i've been busy with the entire belair-reigns fiasco... my office is always open though." you replied, putting down his arm from your shoulders. "no i meant like a date or something." the entire locker room boo-ed at him. "stay away from (y/n), she's for the girls only." bianca complained. "nah man, she's for the chief only." roman swore he'd throw some punches at his cousins if you weren't in the room.

"ooooh, romance brewing up?" you flushed in embarrassment, trying to cover your face with the rundown papers you had in your hands. of course you were attracted to the wrestler standing in front of you. you couldn't help but to be attracted as he was one of the nicest wrestlers you have ever met. not to mention, the two of you immediately clicked after your first meeting.

the locker room people couldn't stop teasing you, causing you to be flustered. "come on, that's enough. can't you tell that we're friends?" roman slung his arm on your shoulders, your face redder than before. "gotta be honest, the two of you look cute together." bianca added. you made eye-contact with roman and immediately looked away. "i mean, we do look cute. gotta be honest." roman was just adding fuel to the fire. "okay, now can we focus on the match today? this is so embarrassing for me." you admitted.

"(y/n) has a crush on roman!" "i do not!" "your face says otherwise!"

truth be told, everyone knew that the two of you were going to end up together. it was a matter of time till the romance bloomed into a relationship.

a/n: aaaa not my best writing to be honest but i tried my best!!! (i’m on a writer’s block fr) i hope u enjoyed it <3

#roman reigns #the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #jey uso #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #wrestling #cody rhodes #jimmy uso #solo sikoa #bianca belair #austin theory #shotzi #becky lynch #seth rollins

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mintmatcha · 1 year

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i cant look away from your sad deku au and my soft little heart wants him to get a hug from someone so bad even though i know the way uve written him makes him shy away from genuine displays like that. i cannot imagine what it takes to hide a smoking habit that long so even ur fwb-assistant didnt know. the boy needs to grieve mint oh my fucking god thank u for the heartache /pos

Assistant knew about the cigarettes a WHILE before they started having sex. reader's the only one who knows tho!

sad deku au

You don't know why you came tonight. You knew the invite was just a nicety, pity from someone who didn't want you to feel excluded, but now you're standing on a stranger's porch, listening to the party continue without you. By this point, you're used to it; proximity to Deku comes with a lot of these faux invitations, thinks meant more to impress him than include you.

But here you are, alone as groups of friends chatter along inside. It's like you're 18 again, excluded from the popular kids at prom once again. You take a long drag from your cigarette. After this, you'll go home, no goodbyes necessary.

Just as you pull your jacket closer, the reason you came pops out from the door, all smiles and kind eyes.

"I was worried you left," Deku says softly, closing the door as softly as he can behind him. He's dressed more casually than you've ever seen him, a stark contrast to the dress you had chosen for tonight. "Can I bum one off of you?"

You take another drag. "No."

He approaches you anyway, hand shoved into his pockets. His arms are tensed, triceps taut as he shivers, bulged against the cropped sleeve of his tee. It makes you think of the girl that was hanging on to them earlier and your stomach flips with an emotion you don't want to face.

"Enjoying the party?" you ask as nonchalantly as you can manage.

He leans in close enough you think the cherry will burn him, forehead practically against yours. He exhales with the weight of the world, a stark contract from the placid smile he's pinned to his cheeks.

"Not really."

You pluck the cigarette from your mouth and turn it towards him. With a gentle obedience, he takes it, lips pressed against your fingertips as he inhales. He's warm, hotter than the embers and ash that crumble between you. When he releases and you pull away, he stays there, much closer than a boss should be to his assistant.

"Go back inside, Izuku." You place a hand against his chest and tell yourself you're going to push him away. "Your girlfriend's going to be looking for you."

Izuku watches you with those, sad, sad eyes, red rimmed around the edges from lack of sleep. He'll never tell you what he's really thinking, but as his eyes flicker to your lips, you have an idea for what could be going through his mind.

"Okay," he lets his hands -which you hadn’t even realized had found your waist- drop to his sides, "You're right- Camie. My girlfriend."

You love how he says her name. Camie, Camie, Camie: like it means nothing to him. She dazzles everyone in the room and yet her boyfriend seems indifferent; you’d feel bad if it didn’t fill you with such glee.

“Hey,” Izuku says suddenly, “How do you feel about Camie?”

You start towards the stairs, heels crunching in iced over snow. “Why does it matter what I think?”

He doesn’t respond, but you feel him there, watching your back as you leave, waiting for something, anything-

At the edge of the top step, toes over the edge, you relent. “I think Camie really loves dating Deku.”

Izuku finishes the thought you were afraid of. “But not Midoriya.”

You throw the butt down and crush it beneath your heel.

“Goodnight, Izuku.”

And with that, you go home. He texts you a couple hours later, just after 2am, with two quick sentences.

-I broke up with her.

-I’m on my way.

You unlock the front door.

#sad deku au

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seongminiz · 5 days

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jo… i’m having mattwoong brainrot again i haven’t been able to stop thinking about what u said about lifeguard!matt and country club owner!jiwoong… pls… crawling on all fours rn.. help… only if u want to talk about it tho.. 🤭🤭

ik i’m supposed to be thinking about ot9 cravity gb but i tried and. i’m overwhelmed.

- 🧁 anon

🧁 .... ofc i will talk abt it⁉️ ot9 vity can wait

let me start by saying that to me country club owner!jiwoong = dilf!jiwoong . it just makes sense .. i mean dilf!jiwoong always makes sense to me but hes just so dilf coded its insane ok im going off topic lets not

but yea so age gap warning like reader is ofc an adult but jiwoong is at the very least 10yrs older than her

so .. rich spoiled reader who is used to get everything she wants , without even needing to ask for it . except for jiwoong , no matter how many times u try to bring ur very short conversations further , or how many times u ask him to teach u to play tennis while ur wearing an even shorter skirt , he somehow manages to keep things as professional as he can .

to jiwoongs surprise too , bc he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to fuck u n put u in ur place , especially when u wear one of ur skimpy bikinis. he has to constantly remind himself how much younger than him u r , n it still doesn't completely deter him ..

n then theres matthew . matthew whos just a collateral damage of all ur attempts to seduce jiwoong , trying so hard to just focus on his job as a lifeguard when you're making it so hard for him - literally . but maybe not all hope is lost for matt , you're not oblivious to his staring n flirting back with him gives u the attention u crave so badly n jiwoong constantly fails (from ur point of view , at least) to give u , so it rlly wont take that long until u sneak into a storage closet after matthew's shift is over to suck him off n leave him wanting more ..

matthew knows hes basically putting his job on the line for a random girl who doesn't actually care abt him , but he also knows abt ur little crush on jiwoong , n his boss isn't as subtle as he thinks he is about his attraction for you - so he might risk losing his job , but his ego is fed enough he doesn't worry abt that for now .

or at least , as long as jiwoong doesn't catch u two messing around n puts him in his place :3

#🍰 seongminiz !#🥯 jebewon !#💭 . 🧁 anon !#🥪 mattwoong sandwich #zb1 hard thoughts #zb1 hard hours #zerobaseone hard thoughts #zerobaseone hard hours

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genezpen · 2 years

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『 neglect a queen 』

pairings: jay × afab!reader

genre: angst, fluff (ur girl is a sucker for)

warnings: first person pov(as always), drunk reader, mention of vodka, jealousy, kinda bratty reader, sweet call signs such as love, (hun)ey (idrk what to include lmk if i forgot to add sum)

word count: 1.6k+ words

notes: hi! i wrote this like last month then suddenly got tired of it so i left it unfinished and since i wanna get rid of my mental block, here it is! finished product in the house, babe lol pls enjoy reading and lmk what u think abt this. the first few scenes were actually my personal favourite ^·^ stay safe and love y'all~

“why did you drink so much? i told you to drink moderately, you barely even manage to drink five cups!” jay scolded me, but i’m so lightheaded to even care.

“stand straight or i’ll carry you right now!”

he knows i hate being carried like a baby. without a do, i immediately stood my ground holding his hand for my dear consciousness, with his other hand rested on my waist for support. anytime now i might passed out, i can’t even keep my eyelids open anymore.

i know i can’t handle alcohol like he can, at least, but i have no choice but to drink the pain away. for weeks, he’s been extremely busy, working so hard almost forgetting to stay at home. what’s funny is that he always have time to attend a night out with his bosses, be it for business or celebration, when he can’t even make plans with me. and all he said was he couldn't afford to miss it.

it’s not hard to tell that i’m jealous. with his work, yes. i want his attention more and more each passing day, and i can’t accept the fact that he can’t even tell earlier this morning!

“there’s a newly opened restaurant nearby, would you like to try it out later, hun? i reserved a seat for two people.” i smiled at him.

jay stopped at his track for a second then proceed to tying his necktie infront of the mirror.

“sorry, love, you know how busy i am lately. you can just bring your best friend, i won’t mind.” he utter fixing his hair.

i mind! i wanna scream so bad but as a mature girlfriend i am, i held back. resulting for me to drink with the girls instead of sulking in that fucking restaurant.

“who knows, he might be busy with something else other than his work?” i murmured pouring a vodka on my cup for the third time.

one of my friends gasp. “you can’t just say that! do you not trust your boyfriend? i’m pretty sure hardworking people only wants promotion so they won’t let themselves get distracted for a while. let’s understand them for now.”

“from experience?” another added, they clicked their glasses of wine.

“so, am i a distraction to him now? i can break-up with him right away, if only he told me so, you know?!” i know, i’m starting to lose control over my body– mouth right now. i need to stop drinking!

“oh no, you’re drunk. stop drinking or we’ll get scolded by your boyfriend!” my friend pointed at my other friend, “hey you, call jay immediately! oh gosh, this girl, really–”

i laughed maniacally. with hooded eyes, i lean against the front door when we reached our apartment then stare at jay. my forefinger touched the tip of his pointed nose, grinning without the teeth. i’m so drunk and sleepy, he held my waist so i won't fall.

jay stopped and stared at my current state like i’m hopeless.

“you...” suddenly, tears welled in the corner of my eyes as i remember the reason why i drank so much. i met his painful gaze, his pitiful eyes looking at me.

i want to him to kiss away the pain but can’t say it face to face because it’s embarrassing. or am i just too drunk?

“w-why did you even f-fetch me–” my voice hitched. i feel like a hand crushed my heart but it’s still beating loudly, so weird.

i gulp when his gaze turned intense.

“come again, y/n?” oh no. this isn’t good. he’s calling me by my name!

i smiled bitterly. instead of putting up a fight, i gave up immediately. i then lowered and shake my head.

“sorry...” almost a whisper escaped my lips. tears began to fall like rainfalls, my heart’s clenching so bad in agony.

you're so funny, y/n. the nerve to get mad at him then back down when he’s starting to get angry too. you’re literally hopeless. you’re pitiful.

those words stings too much i felt numb. maybe... i’m just too scared to disappoint him? is it bad to be conscious about how you make your partner feels? but then, how about him? did he really care about mine?

“come on, let’s get you change into comfortable clothes...” his voice instantly sounded calm, almost soothing this time.

i nodded weakly before letting him guide me inside.

“would you like to take a bath? i’ll help you...” jay handed me a glass of water once i was seated on a kitchen stool.

instead of answering him, i drink the water in one go. when i finished, he takes it out of my hold before putting it on the granite counter.

before i knew it, he was already squatting on the floor, leaning towards me. jay caress my cold palms carefully, still looking directly into my eyes, watching my lone expression.

“are you sober now?”

i nodded staring at the flat floor, refusing to meet his gaze.

“hmm. then are you alright? did something happened?” jay probed.

my lips twitched, “you have to rest now, jay. it’s late, you have to go to work early tomorrow morning...”

“i think the question is, are you alright, y/n?” he pulled my hands slightly making me glance at him. “you’re obviously not. can you tell me what exactly happened? did i do something that upset you? please, enlighten me, baby...” jay’s gentle caress against my knuckles makes me dizzy.

but then, even if i tell him what i feel or what is it all about, he still can’t do anything about it. work will always be his number one priority. it sucks, i know. but that's reality.

“you don’t have to worry about me. let’s prepare for bed immediately so you can rest, alright, love?” my cold palms made contact with his warm cheeks as i assure him it’s nothing serious.

he held it shaking his head and cage my hands in between his cheeks and palm.. “your eyes says otherwise, though. i won't let you sleep with a heavy heart, baby. it would only bother me as well. so please, enlighten me...” jay pressed a kiss on my fingers.

i rolled my eyes as my hands against his cheeks dropped, "fine! since you're so eager to know... it is your fault!" now i'm back to being the brat here.

jay only raised his brows. he slightly sighed in relief for an unknown reason. is he relief that i got out of my sulking but understanding girlfriend mode? well, let's see if he can handle a sulking brat!

"you're working too hard lately, i like that about you. but you rarely- no, you don't bring me to dates because of it so i also hate it!" i crossed my arms on my chest looking sideways with furrowed eyebrows.

he nodded slowly understanding why i am suddenly acting up. "hmm. is that it?"

my lips parted in shock. what does he mean by that? that whatever the reason why i'm sulking is just THAT?

"ha! are you serious? jay, you've been very busy that i had to sleep alone and wake up with you getting ready to leave the apartment for almost two weeks!. it's almost like i don't have a boyfriend anymore..."

it stunned him for a bit.

“you– did you really felt that?” now, he looks confuse as hell.

“but then again, i understand. i am a little bit immature,” i glared at him when i said that, “but i know how to handle my emotions now. you don't have to worry about me.” i pouted even tho i mean it. my feet fidgeting, drawing circles around the tiled floor.

jay shook his head then held my face close.

“no, no, love. thank you, for being honest about this matter. thank you for telling me how you truly feel. i don't want you to hold back if you feel like i am upsetting you unintentionally or even intentionally at that.”

our eyes met and i saw the longing that’s been hiding behind his chocolate brown eyes.

“i love it when you let me see through you. i love it when you bare your soul to me as i bare mine to you too. i want to know what you think of everything so you don’t have to keep all these to yourself. i promised to understand you all the time, didn't i?” jay caress my cheeks full of tears now.

i nodded, sniffing not breaking our eye contact.

“i’m sorry if i made you feel neglected, you know i would never do that– or i would never want that to happen. i’ll do my best to be better and treat you like a queen you are.”

i wrapped my arms around jay’s nape and buried my sobs on his neck. moments of silence enveloped us that only our heavy breathing can be heard. it wasn't uncomfortable unlike what i felt with other people, more like a peaceful silence. like a home.

“promise to take me to a romantic dinner date on the weekend?” my voice quivered when i tried to speak.

i heard him laugh a bit, hugging me back caressing my exposed arms.

“i’ll take you to wherever you like, tomorrow. i finally got promoted so i have an even more flexible schedule.” jay whispered and i felt my ears clapped!

“as you should! you should never neglect a queen ever again...”

jay laughed even more. “i apologize, my queen.” i smiled.

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sh1-n0bu · 5 months

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Hi Nobu! First time doing an anon thing but I wanted to ask if I should pull for blade(sweet bladie🫶🏾(I can('t) fix him)) or ruan mei on hsr

Ik both are probably good but it's honestly a struggle to choose between the two

(Also your works are so good🫶🏾🫶🏾, got me blushing like a school girl with a crush🤭)

ooh same same anon im having a hard time trynna not to spend on bladie’s e1 too😔😔

as for the pulling part hmmmmmm honestly depends on ur characters. if u havent had a good support or had them and hasnt built them yet, i highly recommend ruan mei cuz damn her kit is broken. as for bladie? hes good too. had him since his first banner and just got his lightcone and honestly, he has carried me thru so many hard boss fights regardless of the weakness types all thanks to his kit

overall, id say it depends on ur current character collection nonnie. dont have support? ruan mei! dont have a dps or a wind dps character? bladie!

#nobu.nobu.chat

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mishkakagehishka · 9 months

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anyway. followup. rank the resi games from ur faves (for whatever reason, could be story, the characters, the game making u want to curl up in a ball and cry, ur metric is whatever u want it to be) to ur least faves..... i've never played any of them and only have minor knowledge of a few so like. im fascinated.

I'm soooooo biased anyway

1. Resident Evil 4 - my introduction to the series, which was good bc i was such a scaredy-cat as a kid, the whole "let's make it less survival and more action" was nice. Playing RE2make, i missed the freedom of being allowed to "clean up" an area. I love RE4 i love RE4 Leon, my first fictional crush, i love Ashley, i love Luis, i love the putas, and i love the lake monster named Lake from the lake named Lake. Mwah. Chef's kiss. Perfect game, in my esteemed opinion. The remake should have given us even gorier death scenes instead of cleaner, but I appreciate the fact that they made Luis and Leon's dynamic (even) gayer. So many iconic lines, I don't even know which one to quote. I didn't know your right hand is going to bingo.

2. Resident Evil 1 (this is actually n1 spot but RE4 is there bc you gave me that freedom). Like. I mean. Listen. We gotta respect our elders. And RE1 fucks so hard. She was the blueprint for everything. The dog corridor. The mansion level of all mansion levels. Jill sandwich. What more could you want from a video game. There is multiple endings though and I forgot how they went about that, but I assume there's a "true" ending for the lore. Also in 2002 they remastered it and put Jill on the cover of their "you can choose to play as a girl or a boy" game that revolutionised gaming and media in general? And some companies in 2018 acted as nobody wants to buy a game where the girl protag is the one primarily marketed and/or where you play as a girl. Looks at ubisoft.

3. Resident Evil 2. This might be bias, but it might not be. Because RE3 is more action-y and while I did say I appreciated that as a kid in RE4, i feel like it worked in RE4, but not so much in 3? I think i'm biased. Anyway RE2 was cool because heellooooooo Mr X? Iconic. The soundtrack? Divine. The way you had A and B sides ?!?!?!?!? Four different scenarios because depending on who you chose in A, you'd have a totally different story????? Iconic. 10/10 in my esteemed opinion. I love Resident Evil 2. Can Claire and Leon please just ba----

4. Code Veronica. I still have no idea what the fuck happened in this game. 8/10 at this point I went "what the hell is this lore" (/pos). Like i'm trying to come up with an example to give you but i can't. Love the gothic setting tho

5. Resident Evil 3. Lipbite. Clockwork level. Nemesis.

Horror game girl swag. I dunno, I don't have much to say. She was iconic, but by this point we're in "i'm not exactly a shooter for these games" territory.

Now. Much as I love RE4 it definitely was a sign of things to come. Scratches the back of my neck. I kinda don't care for RE5 and 6. I know Chris punches a boulder in one of them. I do appreciate that they turned it back to survival horror with 7 and Village, buuuut. They lost me. As I said, I don't care for the lore that much, it spans too long, there's a lotta new characters (and I'm not one for "legacy" characters anyway, ik you can only do so much with the originals, but :( i just prefer the smaller cast and our classics. But i get that Capcom wants to have the games set in the years they're releasing, so they kinda haaave to, but </3). 7 and Village definitely were cool, but they somehow felt~~~ a bit less Resident Evil-ly... if that makes sense. 7 was great, but Village's bosses... I dunno. I wasn't much of a fan of how it fit into the sci-fi world of RE.

Listen. I think RE was best when it had the static camera and the horrible dread and when it made you wonder if you should shoot or not. The camera in the original was good because it was part of the horror. No you may NOT have the freedom to see what's around you. Fuck you. The first person in 7 and Village are actually fine for it but😢 i'm a grandma as it goes. RE0 also sounds super cool, but I haven't played it nor seen anyone play it. Will have to get on that tbh

#um um um. hey did you guys know i really loved this series as a kid #asks

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alicent-hightowers-spouse · 1 year

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Omg so I know season four was released a while ago but I recently found my reaction notes to the first six episodes. And they’re really funny so I want to share them with you guys lmao.

My notes on Stranger Things

Before I begin:

-Byler no matter what

-Ronance no matter what

-please don’t let any main characters die 😭

-but if someone has to go make it Hopper please

-or at least just please don’t kill Robin or Max or Dustin or Will

-I want an open confession that either Will is gay or that he has a crush on Mike or both

-although I think it would be best if Mike was the one who confessed feelings first

-I already know I’m not prepared for this at all

-Future Cass, how r u feeling?

Edit: I was correct I was not prepared for that at all 😀

Episode One:

-THERES A WARNING IN THE DESCRIPTION?!

-Why is the lab so gay? 💀

-AYYY IS BRENNER VECNA?

-Don’t know who this boy is that BRENNER is manipulating but he has OCD 💀✋🏼

-Love him for that 🤪

-LMAO HE BE TELLING BRENNER THAT HIS DRAWING SUCKS

-I LOVE TEN PLS DONT KILL HIM

-😀

WHAT

-WHAT

-EL?! YOUVE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO BESTIE

-OMG WAIT IS BRENNER NOT A COMPLETELY TERRIBLE PERSON JGJRJRJ

-Ayo just noticed that Mileven and Jancy are together in the intro so they can’t actually be a couple because none of the other names are 😁🥰

-DAMN EL IS WHIPPED

-AYO JOHNATHAN SMOKING POT?!

-SUZIEEEE LOML YSSSSSSSSSSSE

-DUSTIN STOP PEER PRESSURING UR GF 😭

-BOOBIES HAHA

-I too love BOOBIES 💅❤️

-MAX MAX MAX MAX I LOVE U YESSSS

-Robin’s a trumpet player WHAT?!

-THE DUFFERS DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT BAND 🙄

-ROBIN IS A QUEEN AND TRUMPET PLAYERS ARE REDDIT USERS

-Do research next time besties

-AHYY I automatically approve Vickie because she plays clarinet.

-she can do no wrong 💅

-LUCAS?

-I mean get it bestie

-slay

-don’t know who this dude is but can he just shut up for a second he’s so annoying 💀

-WHAT?! DOLL?!

-Why the heck is this girl annoying Will?

-Omg why are these kids making fun of a dead person

-But LIEK Will SLAYYYY

-OMG Max 😭

-Does Chrissy have an ED 😟

-OMG someone save Chrissy

-AYO VECNA LEAVE CHRISSY ALONE

-EDDIE SUS

-NOT TAMMY LMAO

-ERICA YESSS

-WHAT WHAT WHAT JFJRIWJDJJFJDJJD OMG I- CRAZY ENDING

But like also I loved Chrissy why did she have to die 😭

Episode Two:

-I’m not buying it 🙄✋🏼

-Hopper SHOUKD not be alive but whatever

-PLEASE MIKE STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE AND GIVE WILL A HUG 😭

-Joyce is such a girl boss

-But Murray is so smart

-THE GUN TO PUNCH TRANSITION WAS SO CLEAN

-Poor Will 😭

-POOR ELEVEN OMG 😟

-AYO NANCYS HAIRCLIP ITS THE SAME AS THE GIRL THAT DANVED WITH WILL AND ITS FRUITY

-AYO BYLER IS DEF HAPPENONG THERES NO WAY ITS NOT AFTER THAT LMOA

-DAMN EL, but like Angela low key deserved that anyways lmao

-Damn VECNA be killing someone every episode

-AYO DINNER WITH MURRAY DINNER WITH MURRAY I HOPE HE SAYS SOMETHING ABOUT BYLER

-Please they literally just confirmed that Mike isn’t actually in love with El 💀

Episode Three:

-BAHHAHA WHY IS ELEVEN GETTING ARRESTED SO FUNNY TO ME PLEASE

-“experiment sexually”

-IF THIS ISNT A CONFIRMATION I-

-AYO ROBIN AND NANCY ROBIN AND NANCY OMG ITS HAPPENING AHHH

-This is some Saw shit right here 💀

-Lucas is an asshole I can’t believe that he’s ratting on Eddie 😒 and I loved him so much before this too 😞

-I TAKE IT BACK SLAY LUCAS SLAYYY

-NOOO MAXXX

Episode Four:

-BAHAHAH THE FROM

-NO BUT LIKE NAMCY AND ROBIN DO BE SLAYING

-ALSO SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE MAX SHE CANT DIE 😭

-NO BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE LUCAS’ REACTION SO BAD WHEN MAX TELLS HIM SHES DYING

-PLEASE I LOVE MAX

-YESSS ROBIN SLAYYY OMG SHE MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER THJRHT

-Ayo this season is violent and gory

-I hate Hopper but that was a very cool escape

-I swear that was so fruity OMG Byler is happening HDHRJ

-PLEASE NOT HOPPER NARUTO RUNNING

-AYO YURI IM ABOUT TO THROW HANDS HOW DARE HE KINDAP JOYCE AND MURRAY THE GIRLBOSS DUO 😡. when they wake up they’re gonna girlboss him so hard thta VECNA is gonna kill him by throwing the homophobic dog at him

-PLEASE WHY WAS THE BABY ON FIRE SO FUNNY TO ME

-MAX IS GETTING ME IN MY FEELS HELP

-STOP THE WHOLE TIME NDING SCENE I JUST- WOW FHJFJF

Episode Five:

-HELP THE WAY HE FLIPPED THE BED THRJRJR

-Death Note vibes 🤪💀

-No but also why does El dress like a Disney charactor 💀 so many layers

-HUHHHH MY JAW JUST DRIPPED

-nahhh THERES no way this crusty old guy is still kicking

-he probably died just from being knocked to the floor

-nah but I’m shitting bricks here what the duck is going on

-OMG OWENS I TRUSTED U WHYYYYY 😭

-Ok so this is a horrible situation for El BUT THE FACT THAT SHE LITERALLY DREW A PRIDE FLAG IS SNEDING ME 😭✋🏼

-This is making me feel like I’m on drugs for fr

-But this whole seaosn is giving me Hereditary vibes

-OMG WAIT A SECOND NO BECAUSE IM FREAKING OUT BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS GOING EXACTLY HOW I PREDICTED AND ITS SO REAL THEIR ACTUALKT GONNA MAKE BYLER CANON OMG IFHJRJEJEJ

-ALSO I LOVE ARGYLE OMG YRS

-YO HOPPER THATS KINDA FRUITY BESTIE

-NOT THIS EPISODE MAKINB ME FEEL BAD FOR HOPPER

-also now I ship him with Enzo. Oops.

-no but seriously poor Chrissy 😭

-but also not her Mom being a Karen 😒

-PLEASE JOYCE AND MURRAY R BOTH SUCH GIRLBOSSES I LOVE THEM BOTH ONG

-I swear to god if this mother trucker messes with Eddie I’m going to throw hands

-OMG STEVE AND NANCY? STRVE AND NANCY?

-OMG THAT ALSO COULD BE A HUGE BYLER HINT (the Sherlock thing)

-LUMAX SUPEEIORITY LUMAX SUPERIORITY

-Joyce and Murray rlly do be slaying though 💅

-No but like was cutting her hair rlly nessecary 😭✋🏼

Episode Six:

-“Steve takes one for the team.” THE DUCK DOES THAT MRAN?!

-Jason r u stupid or dumb? Did u not hear Eddie screaming?! And you can’t beat the devil lmao 😭✋🏼

-Damn these bitches think they’re Miss Trunchbull or something 🧍‍♀️

-AYO MIKE IS WEARING THR INVERSE OF THE SHIRT FROM THE NOT POSSIBLE SCENE OMG BYLER BYLER BYLER BYLER CONFIRMED??!!!????

-OMG YES SUZIE SLAYYY

-QUEEN BAHVIOR

-THE MORE I WATCH THE MORE GIRLBOSS MURRAY AND JOYC GET

-POWER DUO SLAYY

-EHY DO THE PPL TRUST THE FOOD SO QUICKLY THEY ABOUT TO DIE 💀

-religious ppl r so dumb omg 💀

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Ok so we all love pervert shigaraki ( Ik u do so please don’t lie to ur self love 😀) anyways what if shigaraki had a huge crush on the reader and steals there panties ( when there out in a mission working there ass off) but the reader notices and placed cameras in her room just to see who’s stealing them surprise surprise it’s ya boy shiggy and the reader finds it kind of cute that he’s that desperate but is also upsetting because there working and he’s here getting off on her stuff so.the reader catch’s him in the act and shows him the videos ( shigaraki at this point is crying from embarrassment and he’s begging for the reader to delete the videos) as a punishment the reader pegs the shit out of him and the ending is fluff since I do love shiggy

First of all English isn’t my first language so apologizes for any mistakes and for the ending please work ur magic sis

💍🧎🏻‍♀️marry me this is so good

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🌸 I have an irl on here rn because we both simp for crusty men, and she’s probably lowkey scared of me. I was drunk on having social interaction for the first time forever and was like, “omg, I write for them. I have Tumblr 🤪” Listen, I told you I would do anything for him, and I fucking meant it, ok? And he’s a little pervert, so they're kinda gross (indirectly making me have gross kinks too ig ☹️) Plus, I warned you about his piss kink, that should've been a good indicator to the rest of these 🙄 , Anyways anon has sent me THE BEST SCENARIOS OMG. I have read a lot of Shigaraki fics, BUT THESE ARE SO ORIGINAL IM SO HAPPY. There's one, in particular, I'm excited to write because it's just so cute, omg. 🌸

It was the fifth time this week. You were out on another mission, and Tomura was half-naked in your room on the verge of passing out from how many times he had cum into various articles of your clothing. It started off as just your panties. Perverted but not insane. As time went on, it only got worse. The panties weren’t good enough. He started putting one of your shirts over his face as he got off, and that worked...for a while. His next fix was to steal some of your perfume, but it wasn't good enough.

He felt disgusting the first time he got off in your room. He felt like he'd crossed a line (not that he hadn’t already), but it was the best orgasm of his life. What's done is done, so he might as well take advantage of the rest of your room. He was pretty comfortable now, face pressed into your pillow, inhaling your scent as his body spasmed for the last time. He was utterly spent.

And now, for the worst part, being in your room surrounded by your stuff, smelling your perfume, but still being all alone. It wasn't like Shigaraki had a crush on you or anything. Him having a crush on y/n? Unheard of. The rest of the girls in the league were like family to him. You two just weren't there yet, even though it had been five months, and he blushes whenever you talk to him. So what if he wants to punch Dabi whenever he looks at you? He wasn't in love with you. God damn it, he was just horny. That was it. That was the extent of his feelings, and they would go away.

They didn't go away, but more of your stuff sure did. It was becoming more common for clothing in your room to go missing only to end up clean and folded in the proper drawer. It was weird, but someone was doing most of your laundry for you. It wasn't Dabi taking your stuff. He could get his dick wet whenever he wanted. The other guys preached “don’t lewd y/n” and tried to fight Dabi when he put his hand on your thigh. Toga would steal your shirts but definitely not your underwear. If she did steal your clothing, she’d post a mirror pic and tag you in it.

So that left your boss. Tomura Shigaraki. You thought he hated you. He got all quiet and distant when you talked to him. Was he nervous? He glared at you and Dabi. Or was it just Dabi? Maybe the little creep did like you. He was kinda cute. His messy hair looked so soft, his eyes lit up when he won his games, Shigaraki had this little smile when he was watching the league sit together, and he had discarded father almost completely. But he was a creep, and you definitely didn't have a crush on him. Definitely not.

But part of you didn't want to tell him to stop. It took a while to cook up a plan, but it was foolproof when you came up with one. You found stole the money to invest in some hidden cameras. By now, you were starting to accept that you might like him just a little. But in a sad puppy kind of way. You didn't actually have a crush on him. Nope, not at all.

And it was kind of mean that he was making you do all this work while he got to jerk off in your bed. You'd come back with cuts, scrapes, bruises, and even a broken bone one time, just for him to totally ignore you. He had spent all day ruining your clothes and wouldn't even look at you.

Your behavior had changed towards Tomura, though, and he had definitely noticed. You were acting the same way he was. You were always blushing when you talked to him. You sat next to him while he played games, but it's "just because you're bored." Maybe you were starting to like him back. He had come to terms with his not-so-little crush on you. This didn't stop him from acting like a perv but still.

The cameras had been up for a while, and honestly, watching those videos back was way better than watching porn. Shigaraki looked so sweet and desperate. The way he laid in your bed afterward, holding your pillow, made your heartache for him. He just looked so lonely. You decided it was time to confront him.

"I'm going out for a couple days, guys!" you called, walking out with a backpack on your shoulder.

"I'll miss you, dollface," Dabi called back, blowing a kiss as you laughed at him.

The glare Shigaraki gave him could have dusted him right then and there. You stayed at a cheap motel for a while, watching the cameras. It was pretty nice to finally have some quiet. It didn't take long for Shigaraki to wander into your room with a raging hard-on. You took your time getting home, knowing he'd be there for at least a few hours. You glanced at your phone once in a while, catching two of Shigaraki’s orgasms. You’d hear a strangled cry and see his mouth wide open, eyes squeezed shut, and back arching. He’d coat his chest and your underwear in hot cum. You started to walk faster. Most of the league was asleep as you used your levitation quirk to float silently up the stairs. You opened the door.

“Who knew you were such a perv, Shiggy. All this time, I thought you hated me, but it looks like someone has a little crush on me, ” you said sweetly.

He looked like a deer in headlights, eyes wide as his body froze. A soft whimper left him as his face turned an angry shade of red that matched the head of his cock.

“N-no please, I'm sorry y/n I-i just didn't um ill leave. I'm so sorry, ” he muttered.

He got up, but you pushed him back on the bed.

“Not yet, Shiggy. I have something to show you, ” you said in a singsong voice.

You sat next to him, slinging your left arm around his shoulders. You pulled up the live feed.

“Aww, look at how cute we look right now, Shig, ” you teased.

His face told you that he was terrified.

“Y-you didn’t, ” he tried to fool himself.

“Oh, I did, ” you whispered in his ear.

You heard him sniffle. You slid the bar at the bottom of the screen back to show him what he was doing mere minutes ago.

“No, you can't, ” he choked as tears fell from his eyes, “please don’t show anyone y/n. Please I c-cant. I'm sorry, just don’t show anyone, ” he sobbed, “please don't. I’ll never talk to you again if you want I’ll do anything just don't show anyone, ” he cried.

“Anything?” you questioned.

“Anything, ” he nodded, still crying.

“Well, first of all, ” you said, “you can start by taking me out on a date, ”

He nearly choked as his eyes widened.

“What?” he whispered, wiping his eyes and nose.

“I said that you’re going to take me out on a date, and please use a tissue, ” you said.

He nodded and cleaned up his face the rest of the way.

“And second, you can take off your shirt and bend over the bed with your legs spread, ” you whispered in his ear, pressing a kiss just below it.

He looked confused for a second until his eyes widened, and he did as he was told.

“Now, don't play dumb with me. I know you’ll like this. I've seen you try and finger yourself before, but you did a shit job, and I promise this will be even better, ” you smiled, ruffling Tomura's hair.

He was getting more comfortable with you now, giving a nervous smile and humming when you touched his hair.

You walked back with everything you needed, only to sigh disappointedly, “oh Shiggy, that's not nearly wide enough. I know you can do better than that. Spread your legs more,”

He nodded, eager to please, and nearly did the splits. You giggled and smacked his butt. He jumped, causing you to laugh again.

“You’re so precious. It's a real shame I'm about to turn you into a slutty mess, ” you cooed.

He felt two slimy fingers press against his hole, and he shuddered. He tried to relax and let you press into him. It didn't take very long to get him moaning, bucking against your fingers. Two became three, and three became four before you decided he was ready. You were looking forward to eating him out, but this was supposed to be a punishment. You lined him up, rubbing the head against his hole that was still clenching around nothing. You pushed the entire thing inside of him as he screamed.

You scoffed, “do you know how many people you just woke up? Do you want the whole league to know you're getting pegged as punishment for being a disgusting, perverted slut? You want them to know that I'm fucking your ass? Huh? Do you? Cause I'll bend you over the fucking bar and show them who you submit to, ”

You started thrusting at a brutal pace. Tomura pushed his face into the pillow only for you to levitate him so he couldn't do anything to stop all the sounds coming out of his mouth. You were looking forward to all the looks you'd get as you smirked, and he struggled to sit next to you. You managed to go even harder.

“You’re not sitting or walking this week, Shiggy, ” you cooed.

“No, ” he choked out, “n-no call me Tomura p-please, ” he moaned.

“Tomura, ” you whispered in his ear, “pretty name for a pretty boy, ”

You reached around and twisted his nipple, causing him to cry out. Tomura only got louder as you reached around and grabbed his balls another hand-squeezed his tip between two fingers and pinched gently before jerking him instead. He was losing it now, tongue hanging out, and eyes rolled back. Little screams were ripped from him, and he jerked around.

“Y/n ‘m gonna, ‘m gonna cum, ” Tomura slurred.

“You gonna cum for me, Tomu? Go on, do it, ” you encouraged.

He cried out, his body going rigid as he shot cum out of his cock. He was gasping and panting as you let him flop down on the bed and pulled out.

“C-can you help me back to my room, ” he whispered, looking sad.

“No, ” you said as he frowned, eyes watering again, “because you're staying with me tonight. Get in bed, ”

He blushed and crawled into the corner. You yanked him closer, taking over as the big spoon.

“Goodnight, Tomura, ” you said. Kissing his back and shoulders, you rubbed his stomach and chest, “you're so pretty, baby. I forgive you. It’s obvious you’ve never had a crush on a girl before, and I think you learned your lesson, ” you said, rubbing his sore ass.

He nodded, “I'm sorry, I just didn't know what to do, ” he mumbled.

“I know, sweetie, ” you whispered, “I know. Was what we did ok? Did you like it?”

He nodded, “I liked it, ” he whispered.

“Do you need anything, ” you asked.

He shook his head, “just tired, ”

“Alright, baby, just get some sleep, love, ” you said.

He nodded as you both found an absurd amount of comfort in being so close to each other. You slept like a baby. You woke up to him gazing at you lovingly, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

He kissed your forehead, “I hope you know you're never getting rid of me, ” he smiled.

He kissed you, “y’know I'm kind of disappointed you didn't kiss me last night, ” he pouted.

“Mmm, I was too busy fucking you, sorry sweetie, ” you said, kissing him again.

“You enjoyed your ‘punishment’ a little too much, but having to go downstairs should be punishment enough, ” you grinned.

He groaned, “please don't make me. Let me stay in my room forever y/n, ”

“No, can do Tomu, you need breakfast, ” you said.

You walked downstairs, sitting at the bar and eating your breakfast. No one else was up yet, or so you thought until you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“You're not dead?” Dabi asked, completely dumbfounded.

“No dumbfuck, I'm not dead. Why the hell would I be dead?” he snapped.

“I dunno maybe cause you were screaming from y/n’s room all nigh- oh no. Oh god I think I'm gonna be sick, ” he fake gagged.

All you did was laugh at him.

“You two are disgusting, y’know that?” he said.

“We know, ” you smiled eating the rest of your breakfast.

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herdecisions · 2 years

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favourite writers/fics 😭💓

“fics” = I’m personally referring to... any fanmade written material; drabbles, headcanons, fics, etc.

legend

drabble (around 100 words) -> ⚡️

ficlet (less than 1000 words) -> 📝

headcanon -> ✨

one-shot -> 🌟

fiction (more than one chapter/expected to have a part 2 at least) -> 📚

longfic (more than 5000 words) -> 📑

text/sms style -> 💬

alternate universe (AU) -> 🌈

missing link/link changed :( -> 🚫

—Writers—

@/atsymu, @/veenxys, @/lovelyiwa, @/iwas-baby, @/yuichi-ro, @/misss-chrisss, @/lace-bun, @/chihirolovebot, @/sukunababy, @/kumzume, @/sunarc, @/semifilms

—Fics: Safe-For-Work—

Attack On Titan

Multi AOT “HOW TO KNOW IF THEY’RE IN LOVE” 🚫—by @/sunalma

Armin x Reader “armin with dimples” ⚡️—by @/ygrvie

Danganronpa

Multi Danganronpa “SLOW DANCING” ⚡️—by @/chihirolovebot

Byakuya, Nagito x Reader “byakuya and nagito (separate) x sick! reader” ✨—by @/chihirolovebot

Byakuya x gn!Reader “pulling away for an instant, and then devouring each other” 🌟—by @/chihirolovebot

Haikyuu

“HAIKYUU BOYS + THEIR WEDDING RINGS” ⚡️—by @/babydai

"haikyuu and when you ignore them" ⚡️—by @/escapenightmare

Multi Haikyuu x Reader “how they kiss you p.1” & “p.2” ⚡️—by @/demxnscous

Haikyuu x Reader "guess I'll just sit in bed alone.." 💬—by @/semifilms

Haikyuu x Reader "YOU PRETEND YOU DON'T LIKE THE RING" 🚫—by @/sanmiya

Haikyuu x Reader “being a girl sucks…” 💬—by @/semifilms

Haikyuu x Reader "HAIKYUU BOYS TEACHING YOU HOW TO DRIVE" —by @/bbysamu

Kuroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, Suna x Reader "Random Emotional Things the Haikyuu Boys Have Said" ⚡️—by @/todoroki-sweetheart

Tsukishima, Suna, Sakusa x Reader “learning that you didn’t like him at first” 📝—by @/luvbub

“Bokuto and Kuroo working at Dairy Queen ft. Tsukishima” 🚫—by @/satischerry

Osamu x Reader “bully samu would watch all of yns favorite movies when she's away” 📝—by @/sugawarassoulmate

Suna (x Reader) “dad Suna being emotional cause his daughter got lots of cards for Valentines Day & as a result was working really hard on a special one to give, but turns out the special one was actually for him” 📝—by @/augustinewrites

Suna x Reader "suna has never shared his bed with anyone before" 📝—by @/tetsuphobia

Suna x Reader “”that escalated quickly”” 📝—by @/yeonniesblog

Tsukishima Kei x Reader “”do you love me?”” 📝—by @/katsuchans

Jujutsu Kaisen

Multi JJK “Super Bowl Sunday w/ the JJK boys and men” ✨⚡️—by @/fanficbrainrots

“Ranked: Realistic Body Counts of the JJK Guys” ✨—by @/sandsorghum

Tokyo Revengers

Mikey x Reader “”you need to get laid boss”” 📝—by @/crewella

—Fics: Not-Safe-For-Work—

Attack On Titan

Multi AOT “AOT boys & their lingerie preferences” ✨⚡️—by @/6oldie

Armin x Reader “Armin who has you wear cute dresses all the time but doesn’t let you wear panties whenever you go out with him and his buddy Eren 💕” 📝—by @/arlertbabe

Armin x Reader “u and Armin are in a yatch on ur way to a aphrodisiac isle where its gonna b ur vacay” 📝—by @/maries-gallery

Armin X Reader “armin being called baby boy” 🌟—by @/dumbdemonslayertexts

Armin X Reader “dear, you [ part I ]” 📚—by @/temptedbysyn

Eren X Reader “each Eren’s s*x tips?” 📑—by @/ficsforeren, @/the-princess-button, @/smfics

Death Note

L x Reader “dom!L x bratty!sub!reader L & the reader get into an argument and reader says something along the lines of ' i faked every orgasm I ever had with u' (a very obvious lie), and L decides to punish her” 📚—by @/simplysober

Haikyuu

Multi Haikyuu x Reader “accidentally walking in on you changing” ⚡️—by @/kira-fluff

Multi Haikyuu x Reader “crush me like a butterfly” ⚡️—by @/hyeque

Atsumu x Reader "do it for me" 🌟—by @/kenzumekodma

Kita Shinsuke x f!Reader “he claimed he’d be ‘out of your hair’ for good, so why does it feel like he’s always watching you?” 📑—by @/kurosukii

Kenma x Reader “Kenma x attaboy!! 🍑” 📝—by @/sugarawassoulmate

Semi x Reader “Your Biggest Fan” 🌟—by @/sunarc

Yamaguchi x Reader “UH HARD DOM YAMS?” 📝—by @/introloves

Jujutsu Kaisen

Getou x Reader “SWEETHEART” 🚫—by @/s-ugei

#not tagging them cus im embarassed lol #so shh #herdecisions fave writers and fics

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moonchildstyles · 4 years

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pearls

i haven’t written just a one shot in soooooooo long and esp not something that wasn’t an au so this was v different for me!! but i hope everyone likes it and is okay with me being a little different for now!! also just a quick preface,,,,, i obvi do not know alot ab the music industry or how making a song or album or tour or whatever work (if i did i wouldn’t be writing harry styles fic at 3am kijkijcdki) so just allow me some cReAtIvE liberties in the beginning pls. but anyway!!! thank u sm for reading and to whoever requested this about a year ago oof, sorry for any mistakes or anything and if u have any requests of ur own or anything u just want to talk about, send ur messages here!!

request: Hi!! I have kind of this idea for a series, like y/n being in the Band and Harry has had a crush on her for so long, i think the story would be cute! Hope u like it

wordcount: 10.5k+

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"Hi, I'm (Y/N)! It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Styles."

That's all it took.

That's all it took for Harry to become enamored with the bubbly little thing that came in to record some vocals for Fine Line(mainly on Treat People With Kindness, but he decided after he heard her demo he wanted a little bit of her everywhere). Jeff had brought her up as an option after hearing her on a couple of demos, saying that she had a similar voice to what Harry had described he wanted for the track. Harry rather quickly agreed, wanting more than anything to get everything on the track finished since it was getting closer and closer to when the album release date was slated. And Harry's starting to believe that that had been one the best choices he's made in a while.

Because now here she was, in a summery little romper with peaches printed on it and Harry can't take his eyes off her. Of course a voice as pretty as her's would be housed by someone that looked like that.

"'S nice to meet you, too. Call me Harry, please," Harry greeted, holding his ringed hand out for her to shake. He needed to be professional, he was technically her boss for the time being.

All (Y/N) did was smile back at him and take his offered hand.

Harry knew he had let the interaction go on a bit too long by the time Jeff had to clear his throat from beside him.

"You can go on inside the booth, (Y/N). I know we already discussed a bit of what Harry's looking for, but we'll play the track for you as it is so you can get a feel for it. Let me know whenever you're ready," Jeff directed, gesturing for (Y/N) to go ahead.

Harry nervously moved his hand to the back of his neck, a shy smile on his lips as a small okay left her before she turned her back to him to go into the booth. She slipped inside, giving the pair of them a thumbs up before Jeff pressed play and the song played through the large headphones over her ears.

Almost immediately Jeff turned pointedly at Harry. "What the fuck was that?"

"I-I don't know. I was jus' surprised, wasn't expecting her that's all," he stuttered, following Jeff as he took a seat in front of the soundboard. He absently adjusted the rings on his fingers, glancing his eyes towards the girl in the booth.

Jeff looked at him for a beat longer before shifting his eyes to (Y/N).

They had her listen to the track a couple of times, watching as she read over the lyric sheet and mouthed the words when she was meant to come in. Harry tried his best to look busy as he messed with his phone, reading through emails he had already read that morning in favor of facing Jeff and the pointed looks he was shooting him.

How could Jeff blame him, really? Harry was being honest when he said he wasn't expecting her to look the way she did; he wasn't expecting her to be the kind of girl he wasn't able to take his eyes off of. It wasn't even fair.

It's not even like anything was going to come out of it, anyway. Maybe a song or two will be written, but there's not much that can come out of a single recording session.

Eventually, (Y/N) gave Jeff the heads up to start recording, causing him to press a few buttons on the soundboard. Harry was finally able to shift his gaze to her again, hiding under the guise of work and not because he liked the way she played with the ends of her hair and moved along to the music as she sang.

They had gone through and recorded her lines for Treat People before moving on and having her add backing to several other songs including Adore you, Lights Up, and Golden. A few times Harry offered notes to her, asking for different notes to be hit and how to fit in better with the songs. She took everything with a sweet smile on her face and a quick nod of her head before moving into the song again. He never had to tell her the same note twice.

Too soon, the session came to an end, with each of her vocals added to the tracks Harry wanted her on.

She had hung the headphones back on the mic, exiting the booth. She entered the studio room, looking to Harry and Jeff with a hopeful smile on her face. "Was that alright?"

Harry didn't even know what to say; everything coming to mind seemed much too unprofessional and starting with the words "you're pretty".

Luckily, Jeff wasn't tongue-tied like Harry and easily slipped in to fill the awkward silence and stop the dampening of (Y/N)'s smile.

"It was perfect, exactly what we were looking for," he started, standing from his seated position in front of the booth. He shot a look at Harry, his jaw set in a silent scold for being so quiet.

Harry hastily followed, stumbling over himself to stand beside Jeff and talk to (Y/N) one more time before their moment was gone. "Y'were jus' what the record needed. Thank you, (Y/N)."

He kept his sentiment short, unable to come up with anything smarter to say when she looked at him like that; like she would have been happy to hear anything from him, no matter how short it was.

"Thank you for the opportunity. You don't even know what this means to me, Harry." Her smile somehow shone bright under the low lights of the studio.

Did this really have to be the last time he saw her?

Jeff then took over the rest of the conversation, knowing Harry was a moment away from rambling off on a single sentence that would somehow dominate the next five minutes if he didn't step in. Before Harry knew it, (Y/N) was shaking their hands one more time before saying her final goodbyes and leaving.

"Harry?"

"Hm?" Harry didn't move his eyes from the door, his fingers plucking at his bottom lip.

"I know I already asked, but what the fuck was that?"

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"I think I want her to tour with us, Jeff."

Harry was eating dinner with Jeff at Cafe Habana when he finally voiced the thoughts he'd been having the whole week since the album production had been wrapped up. Every time he listened to the tracks, especially on Treat People, he could pick out specific lines and riffs where he could hear (Y/N). It had been over a month since she had came in to record, and Harry was right when he thought he would write a song about her (it more so came up as a few lines here or there as he was much too busy to be writing at the moment), but he wasn't expecting her to still be invading his fleeting thoughts and lingering on the edges of his mind. He'd had a few momentary thoughts of adding her to the band lineup, usually pushing it away and reminding himself that he wasn't supposed to be so stuck on her anyway, let alone allowing her to go on the road with him.

But the idea just wouldn't wane; more often that not, while picturing the set up of the show and the stage direction he wanted, a seventh body was added to the lineup. And she was always positioned between Ny and Sarah, with her own mic stand and space to bop about as she had in the booth. He knew he needed to ask Jeff.

Harry watched as Jeff's brows raised while swallowing the bite he had taken just moments before.

"What?" he asked once his mouth was clear. Harry figured he maybe should have elaborated a little more.

"(Y/N), the one who recorded for Treat People and stuff, I think I want her to tour with us. Join the band line up, and everything," he explained, his fingers drifting to his HS rings and twisting them on his fingers.

"You sure, H? You've only met her once, and she only recorded small parts. Are you sure you want to bring her on the road?"

Harry knew Jeff's line of questioning was valid; some of those concerns were the biggest ones he had as well (how was he sure after an hour and a half that he wanted to spend the next however many months with her? Was it worth it bringing another person on the road for backing vocals and the chorus to one song?). But he decided they didn't matter to him. He knew that if these feelings were so persisting, the need to, at the very least, ask if it was at all possible to add her was something he had to do.

He had also reasoned with himself that this wasn't just an effort to begin a relationship with her, but he really loved her voice, too. She would add more to the show, especially when he wanted to dance around the stage while she sang the chorus for Treat People With Kindness. Not only could he spend time with her, but he wanted this tour in particular to be bigger and louder and even more fun and happy than the last. She would bring those exact elements.

"Yeah, I think so. I've been thinking about it a lot and I really think she would add something to the show, especially with Treat People. Y'know I like to prance," he assured, breathing a laugh towards the end.

"If you really think so, I trust you, H," Jeff started, a smile on his face, "I think we should talk to the others and see what they think, then we'll talk to her directly to see if she would even want to come. I'll handle everything else."

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In the days following, Harry called and talked to each of the existing members of the band. Everyone was more than okay with adding another person to the line up, Mitch and Adam ribbing him a little over the phone as they knew who this (Y/N) was from Harry's mentioning of her after the original studio time. The girls were happy to have another person there, especially to take care of the Treat People vocals as that already had their own things to be focusing on during the performance than to be catering to Harry's want to dance around the stage while someone else sang.

Now all that was needed was to ask (Y/N) herself.

Harry had requested (more like insisted, if Jeff had a say) to be the one to ask her. Unfortunately for him, by the time everything was in order, he was halfway across the country doing last minute promo and couldn't ask her face to face. So he settled for a phone call.

She picked up on the third ring, a soft Hello? sounding through the receiver.

"(Y/N), it's Harry," he greeted, "How are you?"

"Oh, Harry, hi! I'm doing good, thank you. How about you?" she reciprocated, Harry able to hear the smile he hadn't been able to shake from him mind.

"'M alright, thanks. Are y'busy?" Harry chatted, his fingers plucking at his bottom lip.

"No, I'm free. Did something come up with the songs?"

"No, love, they're still as perfect as the day we recorded," he laughed, reassuring her. "I actually wanted to ask y'something."

"Oh, what is it?"

Harry felt a wave of anxiety wash over him; he hadn't really thought this far. This whole time he had been considering what he would do if she agreed to travel the world with him, and he hadn't thought too hard about the possibility of her saying no.

"I—uh—I was wondering if y'would possibly want to go on tour with me as a member of m'band," he said, his words sounding unfinished as they hung between the two.

"Oh," she breathed, "Harry, I don't know if there was a misunderstanding between us, but I don't really play any instrument well enough to be apart of any band. I'm still working on learning guitar, if I'm being honest."

Harry felt his heart deflate at her words. This definitely wasn't how he saw this going.

"Oh no, I know. I was actually hoping y'could come and sing Treat People with me, and do the backing during the other songs. But if that's not something you're interested in, I understand. I jus' really think y'would add a lot to the live shows, and your voice deserves to be heard everywhere, I think. But I understand if this isn't what you're looking for."

Harry knew he had rambled, his slow words going on much longer than he intended. He felt flushed and for the first time since he'd met her, he was happy he wasn't right in front of her. There was a beat of unfilled silence as he waited for any kind of response from her.

"You want me to sing on tour with you?" she asked, her voice small.

"Yes, if y'would like."

Then he got the reaction he was hoping for.

An excited squeak sounded through the phone, Harry finally feeling the stress on his shoulders lessen at the sound. "Really?! Are you serious?!"

"Course 'm being serious. I've already talked to everyone else, and we'd be more than happy to have y'join us, (Y/N)," Harry said through the receiver, the fingers on his lip being rendered useless as a large smile broke through his features. He could only imagine the bright smile on her lips.

God, he wished he could have asked her in person.

"I can't believe this, oh my god! Harry, thank you so much, you don't even know how much this means to me! I would love to! Where are we starting?"

We. He loved the sound of that.

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Now, two months into touring, Harry's fairly certain he's got a crush on his best friend.

Since the day tour started, Harry's found himself drawn to (Y/N). Everyone got on with her quite nicely, each of his bandmates telling him he made a good call on asking her to join the tour, but Harry himself felt the deepest pull to her. The minute he found himself alone after that first hectic morning, he told himself that he had to do anything to smother his slowly but surely developing crush on her. Only a week later he found that his plan was going to be almost impossible to execute when she was with him at almost every moment of the day. He figured if there was no way he was going to be able to keep himself from her, at the very least he was going to be friends—only friends—with her.

But there was one small problem with that plan that he hadn't accounted for: Her.

Harry didn't even stand a chance, really. Not when she was so funny, and kind, and smart, and fucking beautiful. She was one of the easiest people to talk to, and being that Harry was still struggling a bit with being vulnerable and open with people, it meant a lot to him. She was always honest with him in the short time they've known each other, but she was still gentle and kind which Harry more than appreciated. Everything about her was so refreshing and reminded him of sunshine.

Tour—already Harry's favorite thing in the world—was made all that much better by her presence. It was fun showing someone all the things he had seen and learned over the years of being on the road; everything was like she was seeing for the first time in her life. These experiences were something Harry was more than proud of himself for being the one to show her. The gravity of her situation was never lost on her, and she always let Harry and Jeff and the others know how much it meant to her to be allowed to "tag along", as she put it. But no matter where in the world they were for the night, (Y/N) was able to make it feel like home to him; like this—their life—was normal. (And she was a good reason to show off a little extra on stage, if he's being honest).

The only thing that didn't come easy when he was with her, was being able to hide his feelings for her.

His mornings started with breakfast with the rest of the band, including (Y/N), as a way to replace family dinners that the lot of them missed on the road. Harry always found himself in the spot next to her, with her hair messy and wrinkled clothing from her night of sleep, but he also found it almost impossible to draw his eyes from her. Mitch had teased him more than once, blatantly calling him on his wandering eyes and the fact he was probably sitting much too close to be considered friendly. If there was to be a show that night, after eating they would all separate into their own rooms or go out and do as they pleased, while Harry would try his best to prolong his time with (Y/N) before soundcheck. More often than not though, she would move into her own room and nap as she was still not accustomed to the hectic schedule that came with touring. Other days, she would pull Harry along with her and the other girls to go sightseeing with barely any protest on his end. (As much as Harry liked to not be seen or go out too much while on the road, he loved going with her on these excursions, and seeing the way she reacted to the places she'd never been before). When soundcheck came around, Harry would take that as his opportunity to pester (Y/N) and get her to laugh, while fighting against her pleas to take it seriously so they could get ready. Those were some of his favorite moments, as he always wanted her to be happy, especially if it was at his hand.

Showtime, though, was its own beast all together.

Onstage was where she would light up, even when she was pushed to the back for most of the show just singing the backing vocals with the other girls. Her real moment came when Harry would call her forward, introducing her to the crowd (something she still got shy over, waving to the audience around her as they cheered for her) and carrying her mic stand for her, so she could sing the chorus of Treat People and he could dance around the stage (sometimes he would do a little extra just to get her to laugh a bit through her singing). Those moments were when Harry would see the biggest smile a person could make stretch across her lips, complimented by the glitter she would pat onto her skin before each show. She would shine under the stage lights in ways Harry didn't even know was possible, like each star dimmed itself down in favor of allowing her to be the brightest light that night.

Harry never pictured himself as the sap that would be in love with their best friend, hearing far too many sob stories over unrequited feelings (Harry's had his own fair share of that, and doesn't like to put himself there if he can help it) to romanticize the sentiment. While he hoped and prayed for the best version of their story, one where eventually they would be together and happy, he knew that there was a huge risk that came with even just trying to get there. Not only would his feelings be on the line, but there were so many variables that could go awry, especially on a world tour.

More than just a relationship status could be changed if anything came of it, there were also professional aspects of the relationship that would come into play. He was, for all intents and purposes, her boss, and dating her came with its own set of challenges he wouldn't know how to navigate. Sure, Mitch and Sarah were perfectly fine with being romantically involved at the same time as touring the world, but they had set their own boundaries and Sarah had given Mitch a whole speech about keeping things professional and not ruining the tour for everyone else in case things went sour.

If things were to go in his favor, and she reciprocated his feelings (he could only hope), Harry also wouldn't know how to go about being in a relationship in this environment. Sure, he's been on tour while having significant others, but nothing like this, nothing where the other person was a part of the production as well. He's with her everyday for months at a time; there would be no time apart; no time to be individuals easing into a relationship. All the cards would be on the table all at once and Harry doesn't know if he would be able to be that vulnerable that quickly (he's definitely made strides in that area, but letting someone you care for know everything about you so quickly was still a very scary thing to him).

But Harry's soft. He's so soft, especially for (Y/N) and he doesn't know what he would do if he pursued her only to be shot down, or, if it did work out, how to deal with that dynamic while on the road.

He knew that this opportunity was everything (Y/N) had dreamed of her whole life, and if she thought Harry only asked her to be in the band because he thought it would get her to jump into bed with him, or if she no longer felt comfortable to be pursing her dream after finding out his feelings for her, he wouldn't forgive himself. He didn't want to be the reason that she didn't follow her dreams. It would break his heart more than any rejection from her ever could.

But, through all the fear and hesitation, there was (Y/N).

She made all his worrying and overthinking so worth it. Even just those early morning breakfasts where she gazed at him with her sleep puffed eyes and yawned a soft good morning through her dream softened lips, were enough to convince him that any amount of pain or heartache that could result in pursuing her was worth it. (Y/N) was worth it.

So now here he was, sitting alone in his hotel room on their day off in Barcelona, waiting by his phone and hoping he would receive an Are you busy? text from (Y/N).

Shortly after tour had begun, (Y/N) had asked Harry if he could teach her to play guitar (Mitch was much too intimidating, she had told him). He had happily (and maybe a bit too quickly) agreed, jumping at the chance to spend any extra time with her as he could. Since then, the few free days they had were spent teaching (Y/N) each chord, and helping her through each song on the tour setlist (she said she wanted to learn those songs first, so she could hopefully eventually start contributing a bit more to the shows). Each lesson started with a text from her, asking if he was busy, or—if it was late at night—if he was awake. Every time Harry would drop everything to respond to the text, sending her the appropriate message to assure her he was more than happy to spend time with her no matter the reason.

Just as he did now.

(Y/N)🌟

Hey, are you busy? I wanted to practice a little more if you were up for it

He felt his heart jump as the message appeared across his screen, quickly tossing the book he was reading off to the side before typing out a quick response. Not too long after Harry had pulled his Hollywood Sound Studios shirt over his head and adjusted the glasses perched on his nose, did a soft knock sound from the door of his hotel room. He was quick to pull the door open, finding (Y/N) stood in a pair of shorts and a hoodie with her socked feet toeing at the ground. In her hand she held the acoustic guitar that Harry had been teaching her to play on.

"Hey," she greeted, her free hand brushing a strand of hair out of her face. Harry couldn't help but watch her movement and wish that it was his hand that was touching her skin so delicately and tugging that strand into place.

"Y-You—," Harry stuttered, clearing his throat to shake the nerves hiding in his voice "Y'can set up on m'bed if y'want." He gestured vaguely behind him, opening the door wider for her to slip through.

A shy smile decorated her face as she nodded at Harry's offer, stepping past him and into his hotel room that was identical to her's. He trailed behind her, closing the door behind her. His eyes found her form as she made herself at home on his bed, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he thought a little too hard about the idea of them sharing that bed.

"Could you show me Sunflower today?" (Y/N) asked, looking over her shoulder to find Harry still stood in the little cubby that housed the doorway.

"Yeah, definitely," Harry agreed, blinking the haze out of his eyes as he remembered she was there for more reason than for him to pine over her.

He was quick to find his spot beside her on the mattress, his thigh pressed against her's as he watched her position her hands the way he had taught her. She tilted her head to look at him after a moment, a soft smile on her lips and her eyes expectant.

"What first, H?"

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Hours later, the sun was setting in sprays of orange and golden rays outside the hotel window facing Harry's hotel bed. He had finished teaching (Y/N) how to play Sunflower over an hour ago; she had picked it up fairly quickly, only small moments of frustration over a few notes and chords (Harry liked those moments maybe a little too much, when he used his own hand to cover her's and adjust her placements). Now, they were laid up side by side with the white duvet fluffed around them as Harry gazed at the way the sun warmed her features. She was on her back with her knees bent and her arms laid across her stomach, as Harry was on his side next to her propped up on his elbow. She was telling him a story from home, something about the neighbor's dog and a treehouse and how this was some roundabout way of how she became so interested in music.

Harry promises he was listening—really, he was! But then his eyes shifted from her's, tracing all around her features before landing on her lips. The way they moved was the only thing he was able to comprehend; every word she said looked like poetry with the way her mouth wrapped around each syllable. He swears he's never wanted to kiss anybody so bad in his entire life.

"What about you, H?"

The sound of his nickname brought Harry back from his stupor. He flicked his eyes from her mouth to find (Y/N) already looking to him with her eyes wide and expectant, awaiting a response he didn't have.

Fuck, what had she asked him?

"I—... What, love? 'M sorry," Harry apologized, looking down at the bedding below his hand. His blue painted nails picked at a loose thread, feeling embarrassed to have been caught with his longing gaze and wandering mind.

(Y/N) laughed in response, shifting to fully face Harry with her hand positioned beneath her head on the pillow. "Did I bore you?" Her smile was soft as she spoke, unaccusing.

"No, no! That's not it at all, I jus'... I've got a lot on my mind, I guess." A lot of her, really.

"Oh, did you want to talk about it?" (Y/N) offered, shifting even closer to Harry. Her free hand reached up and began to play with the string of pearls around his neck, something she did occasionally when she and Harry were close like this. It always made his heart skip a beat, unable to fully handle the feeling of her fingertips subtly brushing against his quickly heating skin without having a breakdown of some kind.

He gulped at her question, his throat bobbing against his necklace. "I—uh—no, 's okay. Jus' need to get over it," Harry improvised, each of his thoughts hitting a dead end every time her gaze shifted from her fingers on his pearls to his watching eyes.

"You sure?" she pressed, her hand reaching up to brush back a curl that had flopped over his forehead. "You know I'm always here to listen, right? I don't want you to feel like you need to 'get over' anything by yourself."

She looked like she was pleading with him as her eyes looked almost glossy in the fading sunlight. The same hand that had tucked the loose curl back, was now cupping Harry's jaw. (Y/N) had always been quite touchy with him, Harry always bathing in the affection and doling out his own to her, but it was moments like these that almost made him feel like she was electrocuting him. He had never felt so intensely under another's touch; no previous lover had caused the same yearning squeeze in his chest, the same set of goosebumps to prickle across his skin, the same flush to tint his face. And she wasn't even his.

"I know..." he started, his words trailing off before they could even really begin. Her thumb began to run circles on the angle of his jaw, her nail tickling the scruff he had grown over the weeks. Harry felt a tension lay over him at her touch, one he was sure she wouldn't be able to ignore, but the concern still held in her eyes made it evident that she could. Harry hesitantly moved his hand to hold her waist, an action he would have usually done without a thought, but now held much more weight.

He stayed silent as he slowly dragged himself closer to her, the comforter scrunching between them. (Y/N) welcomed his body closer to her, fitting him into her arms and tangling a leg through his as she was used to his cuddling in the evenings. Harry knew she was doing as she usually did, holding him the way she's done on more the one occasion while on the road, but he couldn't help but feel that flutter in his chest like it meant something more.

She looped the arm that had been cushioning her head around his neck as her brows furrowed while she gazed up at him. Harry ducked down a small bit, using the pull of her arm as a guise to get himself all that much closer to her.

"Harry, are you okay?" she asked, her voice dripping in concern, "If it's really that hard to talk about, we don't have to."

He could barely remember what he had said to cause her concern, only vaguely recalling the way he had began to speak before trailing off in favor of focusing on only her. He didn't even think through a response as he looked at her features that were only a breath away, his gaze locked on her lips and thoughts routing back to her.

"It's...It's you."

Harry tilted his head, closing the final length between their lips as his eyes fluttered closed. He could have swore he never felt more at ease than in that moment. Everything that had built up in his chest for her over the months on the road were finally translated into the kiss he pressed against her unsuspecting lips. They were just as soft and warm as he had dreamed about, every expectation falling short compared to the real thing. He could even taste the strawberry shortcake flavored chapstick she took with her everywhere.

(Y/N) was stunned still for a moment, Harry able to feel her tensing for a moment against him. Only a beat later did the hand cradling his jaw tug him closer, her nose nudging against his as she angled her own head to draw the kiss deeper.

Before Harry let himself go too far, he pulled back the smallest amount, the hand he had stationed on her waist coming to rest gently on the back of her neck.

"Are y'sure?"

(Y/N) only kissed him back.

Harry sighed into the contact, his hold on her tightening in fear of her breaking away from him. Her lips slotted against his own, her strawberry tinted bottom lip snug between his two. Short swipes of his tongue fluttered against the her lip, his brows subconsciously furrowing as he could only think of being closer to her; tasting more of her, feeling more of her. Both of her hands drifted to hold his jaw, keeping him steady against her through their kissing.

"More," Harry whispered against her mouth, prompting (Y/N) to open her part her lips further.

Harry snuck his tongue past her lips, stroking it against her own. She tasted sweet and warm like honey, and tart like the cherries they had snacked on through the afternoon. She followed his lead, letting him get as much of her as he wanted before she broke the contact. Harry whined and followed her retreating mouth before reattaching their lips, a new found possessive hold over her. Now that he had her, he didn't want her to leave.

Harry shifted, never removing his mouth from her's as he fit himself between her bent knees. Her fingers drifted from their spot on his jawline, tangling themselves in his growing curls. He let out a soft groan at the feeling, his hands landing on her hips in an effort to pull himself flush against her. As their kissing grew deeper, Harry felt the bulge in his sweatpants grow harder and harder against her core. Her shorts rode up her thighs, one of Harry's hands drifting to the soft skin and hiking her thigh over his hip. A soft moan left her lips only urging him on further with a roll of his hips against her's and soft bite to her kiss swollen lip.

"Harry," she sighed, the leg around his hip tightening.

Harry felt himself twitch in his boxers at the sound of his name falling from her lips. He had dreamt many times before bed, when he had told her he needed to "meditate", of that same noise. In those fantasies, she was fully undressed with his cock inside her, but he'd do for her bunched up hoodie and crumpled shorts any day. He was close to her—his best friend—in the one way he'd been aching for for months. The only thing that separated his skin from her's were a few layers of clothing; the few layers Harry wished would just disappear so he could feel actually close to her, like he really knew her finally in the way he's always wanted.

His fingers massaged the soft skin of her thigh while the other hand plucked at the waistband of her shorts. His fingers dipped under the elastic, finding the ribbed cotton of her panties underneath. (Y/N)'s breathing stuttered at the touch, Harry finally pulling back from her lips only to kiss his way down her neck. He absently removed the glasses that had been perched on his nose this whole time, wanting to bury his face in her neck without the obstruction.

"Y'alright with this?" he breathed against her skin, snapping the waistband of her shorts against her hip.

"Please, want to feel you," she whined, her fingers tugging at his hair.

He'd give her anything when she asked like that. He bit at the delicate skin of her neck, soothing the spot with his tongue and lips in a gentle praise. He savored the taste of her skin for a moment longer before kneeling back with his butt on his heels. His rosied bottom lip was trapped between his teeth as his intense gaze dragged down her body, her chest visibly heaving under her hoodie and her usually gentle eyes blown wide with lust. His dreams had nothing on her.

"Budge up, baby," he whispered, his voice quiet in fear of the gravity of their actions finally being heard.

She obediently followed his direction, lifting her hips as he slid only her shorts down for the time being. She was left in her bunched up lilac hoodie revealing her stomach and the grey cotton of her panties, a small wet patch darkening the center. Harry was quick to discard of his own sweatpants, tossing them onto the hotel room floor with the tent in his boxers on full display. He glanced at (Y/N) once, finding her gaze locked on his cock with her kiss-puffed lips set in a small gape. Harry couldn't stop himself before he was laid between her thighs again and his lips attached to her's. Her wordless praising of him was enough to get him rutting against her core through their underwear.

A moaned call of his name came through her lips, a call Harry swallowed with his constant kissing of her lips and tasting of her tongue. He rolled his hips against her's again in an effort to relieve the pressure bundling in his stomach, his hands stationing themselves at her hips to keep her still for him. She gasped and moaned with each of his thrusts against her hips, the wet spot on her panties dampening his own underwear along with the precum leaking from the head of his prick. Harry moved his lips from her own, traveling down her cheek and jawline with his nose skimming her cheekbone. Once at her neck, he gently bit at the delicate skin in small nips, leaving sore spots in their wake before his tongue and lips soothed the budding bruises. Small blooms of lovebites were left on her skin, Harry not even caring that they were due on the stage the next day under the watchful gaze of thousands of fans, the only thing on his mind was her. He wanted to show her everything he had felt for her the past months; the months of pining, and hoping, and imagining moments like these.

(Y/N)'s hips suddenly bucked up against his own, causing Harry to realize that as he had lost himself in his thoughts, he had slowly began only grinding against her pussy.

"Harry, please. No teasing," she whined, her hands in his hair tugging his face back to her's. She nudged her nose against his, her breath fanning against his already heated skin.

Harry smeared his lips against her's in a sloppy, reassuring kiss. "'S okay, baby. 'M right here, 'm gonna take care of you," his words were whispered between the two of them, a quiet promise to her. He began to lean away from her, intending to take his own boxers off before pulling her underwear off. Instead, (Y/N) clenched her thighs around him, keeping him in place between her legs. Trapping his already swollen bottom lip between his teeth, he placed his hands on her thighs, gripping the soft skin between his fingers. "'S alright, (Y/N). Jus' gonna take off ou—"

"No," she cut him off, her hands fisting at his shirt in a desperate attempt to tug back down to her, "Stay close to me. I need you."

Harry couldn't really argue with that, now could he?

He pliantly shifted back to his previous position, his hands drifting from her thighs, trailing over her sides and tracing the curves of her waist before planting themselves on her ribcage under her hoodie. His thumbs rested just below the curve of her bare breasts, his breath catching over the knowledge that she had been braless the whole time he was with her. Her lips quickly found his again, pulling Harry back into the comforting exhilaration her kiss gave him. He resumed rocking his hips against her's, finding a rhythm similar to if he were fucking her for real. Her hands that had settled on the hem of his shirt, trailed underneath the fabric and ran along the muscles of his torso, her nails lingering across his skin every time he rocked against her just right, causing his cock to tightly budge against her clit.

Each pass of his hips against her's was enough to have Harry moaning into her mouth, his fingers tightening around her body. "Fuck," he breathed after a particularly sharp thrust against the wetness growing on their underwear, "Gonna make me fucking cum like this, baby."

"K-keep going," she stuttered, her arms looping around his neck and her legs wrapping around his hips with her feet interlocking against his lower back.

"Feeling good? Like my cock fucking y'through your panties?" Harry mumbled, his words breaking through a string of moans against her skin.

"Mhm," she keened, "So fucking good, Harry."

Harry's eyes screwed shut at the sound of her praises, and the elongated moaning of his name from her strawberry tasting lips. "Say m'name, baby. Say m'name and I'll make y'cum like this."

He rut hard against her core, the shaft of his covered cock dragging against her clit. He was soaked through his boxers, both of their wetness coating the languid motions of his hips.

"Harry," she breathed, indulging in his request of hearing his name fall from her lips. She did so many times over, following each pass of his hips and sandwiched between various curses and pleas for him to keep going, and that she was so close.

The pressure Harry was feeling in his own stomach only tightened impossibly with each moan of his name from her; the same voice he had heard night after night singing his songs was now singing his praises and pleading with him in filthy requests to please make me cum, H, please.

"'M gonna cum, baby, fuck. Are y'close?" Harry gasped, hoping she was as close as he was. He wanted to hear what that voice sounded like while cumming more than anything.

"So close, H, keep going."

Harry captured her lips with his own. His mouth was lazy against her own, their kisses becoming sloppy presses of their lips with noses nudging as they tried their hardest to get closer and even more intimate than they already were.

He rutted his hips down into her's in a particularly harsh and dragging thrust, feeling the head of his own orgasm bubble at the surface. (Y/N)'s legs around him shuttered, her arms around his neck pulling him close so she could bury her face in his neck.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming, fuck. I'm cumming, Harry, please don't stop, please don't stop," she pleaded into his ear, her glossy lips brushing against the skin of his jaw.

That was all Harry needed to allow himself to cum, the quickly dampening wet patch on both of their pairs of underwear now saturated with their shared orgasms. Harry let out his own calls of his best friend's name, followed by strings of curses. His arms wrapped around her middle, holding her tightly against him as his hips stuttered as they continued to sloppily fuck into her own.

"Fuck, baby—fuck," he breathed, feeling himself come down as she curled into his chest. Her breathing puffed against his shirt, warming his skin through the material. "Y'alright, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah," she breathed, peeking up at him with glossy eyes and a fucked-out expression on her face. "Are you?"

"More than alright, I think," Harry smiled, shifting his hands to cradle her face. He pressed small, innocent kisses to her lips, nose, cheeks, and forehead causing a breathy laugh to leave her lips.

By now the room was bathed in darkness, the sun having gone down long ago leaving only the small desk lamp beside them to illuminate the room. (Y/N) slowly blinked up at him, her fingers trailing down over the pearls in his necklace.

"I'm tired now," she sighed, tugging him down to cuddle her face in his neck.

"Yeah? Wore y'out, didn't I?" Harry smirked, rolling off of her, and landing by her side on the ruffled duvet. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at the cocky tone of his voice, sitting up and tugging her wet panties down her legs. Harry raised his eyebrows at her actions, his gaze following the fabric to her ankles and eventually joining the pile of clothing on the floor. "Thought y'said y'were tired?"

(Y/N) huffed a laugh, looking over at him as she pulled the hem of her hoodie down to cover her core before pulling back the comforter and snuggling under the downy fabric. "I am, dummy. I'm not going to sleep in underwear covered in cum, unlike you."

She turned her gaze pointedly at the dark patch covering the front of his previously opaque white boxers. And to think the girl that was calling him out for cumming in his boxers was the one that made him do it in the first place.

Harry scoffed at her teasing, following suit and tugging his underwear off to join the pile of their shared clothes on the carpeted floor. He slipped under the duvet with her, wriggling closer to her. (Y/N) was already sleepily blinking her drooping eyelids at him by the time he tentatively slung his arm over her waist. A gap between them persisted, Harry unsure if she would want him to be close to her again; he was unsure if this was just a slip up between two friends, who would remain only friends no matter how much he wished they would progress. He didn't want to read the situation wrong and have all of his fears recognized just as his dreams came into fruition.

Lucky for him, (Y/N) sleepily snuggled closer to him, her body flush against his with her arm around his middle. "Wanna cuddle, if that's okay."

A small, lopsided smile painted across his lips, as he nuzzled his nose into her hair. "Course 's okay, baby. Anything y'want."

She settled happily into his hold, the softness of her body against his rivaling that of the comforter that covered the two of them. She was out within minutes, leaving Harry to revel in the dreams of his that had become reality in all of two hours.

His dreams had nothing on the real thing.

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The next morning, Harry found himself alone.

He had awoken slowly, thinking the mass that had been cuddled into his chest was his best friend who had hopefully turned into something more, but he opened his eyes only to find out it was one of the stiff hotel pillows. He shot awake after that, searching for any sign of (Y/N)'s presence. He came up empty when he saw that her clothes from the previous night were now missing and she wasn't in the bathroom.

She left.

Harry sat dejectedly on the edge of his bed, his elbows resting on his knees with his face in his hands and fingers tugging at his curls. Why had she left? He thought that her invitation to cuddle was her way of assuring him that they were good—that they were still them—no matter what had transpired.

He barely had any time to sulk before a text from Mitch came through his phone, asking if he was still coming down for breakfast. Harry checked the time, finding it was already eight and everyone would have been down and eating by now. Including (Y/N).

He quickly sent a message back to Mitch, telling him that he would be down in a minute he just woke up a little late. He changed into new clothes before stepping into the hallway with a glance spared towards (Y/N)'s door. He almost wanted to knock, wanting to see if she was already with the others. Instead he moved to the elevator, hitting the button for the right floor and messing on his phone in an attempt to distract his thoughts.

Too soon, the bell dinged letting him know he had no more time to pretend he wasn't thinking about (Y/N). He shuffled into the hallway, and towards the suite that Jeff was staying in, where the rest of them gathered every morning for a room service catered breakfast. Upon entering through the slightly cracked door, (Y/N)'s back covered by the hoodie he knew all too well at this point was the first thing he saw. The folds and creases in the pastel fabric seemed to be taunting him with the way they were able to cling to (Y/N)'s body all through the night and into the morning much like he had wanted to. She was sat between Charlotte and Sarah, not on the end as she usually was so she could be beside Harry.

Mitch noticed him first, nodding to him with a Morning, H falling from his lips in his usual greeting. Harry absently smiled and reciprocated his words, hesitantly stepping towards the table that each of his bandmates were sat at. He picked the free spot beside Adam and Ny, coincidentally right across from his best friend—or who he thinks is still his best friend. The usual morning chatter picked up as Harry ate his plate of eggs and toast. Everyone conversed about what they had done the day previous; the girls recounting their trip into the city, Mitch and Adam having stayed in their rooms and rest. The question came around to (Y/N) where she easily looked to Sarah and gestured vaguely in Harry's direction.

"Harry taught me some more on the guitar. I learned Sunflower yesterday," she smiled, her eyes flicking to Harry momentarily before shifting back to Sarah.

"Oh, Mitch, you might be out of a job soon. Once she gets She down, we don't need you anymore," Sarah teased, the table falling into laughter while Harry tried his best to act normal at the way (Y/N) so easily brushed yesterday's events off.

He knew she wasn't going to divulge her sex life over a band breakfast, of course, but she had barely looked at him. He didn't just teach her Sunflower. He kissed her for the first time, ran his hands down her body, fucked himself against her until they both came in their underwear. That sounds like a lot more than learning a song.

Wasn't it?

The rest of breakfast was spent awkwardly navigating the conversation, both (Y/N) and Harry chiming in at the right times while also avoiding (or (Y/N) did anyway) any exchange of words with the other. Eventually everyone dismissed themselves to do as they pleased while the stage was set up before soundcheck. (Y/N) was the first one out of the room, telling everyone she wanted to catch up on some sleep before showtime. Everyone followed suit shortly after, leaving Harry to sit alone in his room with nothing to think of but the last twenty-four hours.

Eventually, Harry fell asleep on the same side (Y/N) had slept on previous. His dreams were too much like the real thing now.

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"Let's do Treat People next, okay?"

It was Jeff that called over the ending notes of Canyon Moon, making Harry's heart skip a beat at the suggestion. He knew that would mean pulling (Y/N) to stand beside him and it was going to be the closest they'd been since the night before. It was only hours to showtime, with fans already having been camped outside the venue for hours, and no words had been exchanged between the two. Not by Harry's persistence—he had worked way too hard on learning to be vulnerable and open to stop now—but it was (Y/N) that seemed to want to avoid the confrontation more than anything. He had allowed her to do so, as each time they were together, it was in front of the others and that was definitely not the time to address the connotations of their sexual encounter.

Just like now.

Harry stiffly nodded, turning his head over his shoulder to (Y/N) to find her eyes trained towards the floor but nodding nonetheless. He walked back to her, his bottom lip between his teeth as he took her mic stand in his hand and placed it beside his own. She trailed behind him closely, the pair of them trying to act as normal as possible.

As the music started up, Harry sang along to the words, his body shifting to be able to keep his eyes on (Y/N) as they normally did. She was stood stiffly beside him, only bopping her head along to the beat Sarah was playing. She was usually playing into his teasing by now, belting out silly notes and imitating his dancing. He was sure the others were going to notice the polarity in her behavior.

Harry could barely get through any of this soundcheck before, his mind wandering back to what he was perceiving to be as a dream come true. Now with her beside him, so close, all he wanted to do was pull her backstage and ask her what he did wrong, if he could fix it, and that he didn't want anything to change between them. He wanted her—fuck, did he want her—but if he would have to try harder to suppress those feelings in hope of still being close to her, he would. He thinks he would do anything for her.

Instead he suffered through the rest of soundcheck, hyper-aware of the fact that he knew her body now. He knew what she felt like under his hands, knew what would make her moan a call of his name. He knew what her lips tasted like and how the same voice that sang the words to his song, sang his praises as she came. He was hyper-aware of the fact that he knew her now, inside and out. So, why didn't she want to know him, too?

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Harry could hear the sound of his preshow playlist playing throughout the arena, fans singing along to some and chattering through others. Usually he would feel his adrenaline starting to build, knowing that the openers would be on soon and then he would be out in less than two hours. Now, all Harry could comprehend was the pit in his stomach that had been growing larger and larger since the end of soundcheck. (Y/N) had hightailed it out of there quickly after everyone was finished, barely getting out that she left her phone in her room before her voice disappeared in the empty arena. He hadn't seen her since.

He didn't know what to do. All he wanted to do was talk to her, work things out and figure out where to go from here, but it seemed like all she wanted to do was forget Harry and anything that had happened with him. He never would regret kissing her and holding her, but he was starting to regret the fact that it had effectively ruined any chance of being anything to her.

So he sat and waited, claiming to be prepping in his dressing room while the others socialized elsewhere. All he really did was worry himself over (Y/N) while his hair was being done, and his suit for the night was being pulled from wardrobe. He could faintly head her voice just outside his door, and all he wanted to do was jump from his seat and run to her. But he didn't.

It wasn't until only a half hour was left before showtime that he had another chance.

He was all set for the show, the nerves in his stomach now being replaced with adrenaline over the impending show. It was relieving to finally have something else on his mind now. But as soon as he stepped out of his dressing room, finding the rest of the band stood together as they chatted and did their own little preshow rituals. One, of course, being (Y/N). She was dressed in a glittered romper, a pair of boots on her feel with her hair pulled back by a white scrunchie. Although she wouldn't meet his eyes, he already knew she had patted iridescent glitter onto her cheekbones as she always did.

He knew if he didn't talk to her now, he probably wouldn't have this chance again until the next show—or ever if she kept up her disappearing act. So he took it.

"(Y/N)?" He called, speaking over the chatter of the other's. Her head shot up to look at him, her eyes wide. "Can I talk to you in m'dressing room?"

She silently nodded, excusing herself from the group. She side stepped around the circle, her fingers playing with the hem of her romper as her eyes refused to meet his. Harry stood just outside his dressing room door, holding the door open for when she reached him. He gestured her through first, his eyes never leaving her form. She settled awkwardly for a spot in the middle of the room, looking almost out of place in the way she stood stiffly among his things.

"What did you wanna talk about, H?" she asked, breaking the icy silence between the two.

Harry huffed a humorless laugh at her words, sitting on the loveseat the decorated the room. "'M sure y'have an idea, (Y/N)."

She visibly gulped, slowly stepping toward the couch. She sat on the cushion beside him, perching herself on the edge with her knees pointing at Harry with her elbows on her legs and her chin in her hands.

A half smile decorated her lips. "Guess I do, huh."

Harry sighed, knowing he would have to guide the conversation. "I jus' wanna know why y'left... I had thought we had a good night, I know I did at least."

Harry's eyes never left her's, wanting to gauge her reaction to his soft words.

"I did, too," she admitted quietly, her eyes falling from his and tracing along the details of his suit. She was nervous, that much Harry could tell.

"Then why did y'leave?"

"I—," she started, being cut off by a crack in her voice, "I didn't want to make you feel weird by staying. I don't know what last night meant to you, and I didn't want to force it to feel like anything more than you wanted. I know I already pushed it with staying the night and cuddling and all."

The sad tone to her words broke Harry's heart. This wasn't at all what he had expected. He was the one that had simmered in his uncertainty all day, unsure of where she stood and how she felt about him, and here she was telling him she had done that as well, starting before he even woke up. The thought of her laying awake beside home over analyzing each kiss an touch they shared was enough to have him shifting closer to her, wanting to wrap his arms around her in comfort.

"What did last night mean to you?" he asked, the tips of his boots resting against her's. The faint touch was enough to remind him of the way she had tangled their legs together in the night previous.

She nervously bit at her bottom lip, a sheer pink gloss on her pout shining in the fluorescent lighting. "If I'm honest, last night was something I've wanted to happen for a long time. I really care about you, H, probably more than a friend should."

"Really?" Harry asked, feeling his shoulders deflate in relief over her words. "(Y/N), I—."

"It's okay if you don't feel the same way, and I know you probably don't want to start anything while on tour. I understand. I just don't want this to cha—"

(Y/N)'s words were cut off by Harry pressing his lips to her's. His large hand was planted on the back of her neck, his other settling on her waist. Their lips slotted together familiarly, like no time had passed since their intimate moment the night before. (Y/N) placed her hands flat on his chest, her fingers trailing over the pearls he still wore.

Harry broke away first only to rest his forehead against her's, his nose gently nudging the tip of her's. "I care about y'too, baby. I—I think I love you."

He knew he figured he loved her as he fell asleep the night before, but he knew he loved her when this morning came and all he wanted was to be with her. This whole day only proved to him that he loved her, and now all he wanted to do was show her.

"Really?" (Y/N) whispered, parroting back his words from earlier. Harry gave her a small nod, pressing a small kiss to the corner of her smiling lips. "I love you too, H."

The biggest smile broke across his face, his dimples dipping into his cheeks. Another dream of his coming true. His eyes fluttered shut as he spoke.

"Say it again."

"What? That I love you?" she questioned, her fingers slipping into the baby curls on the back of his neck.

"Please." He needed to hear her say it again.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you, too," he breathed, tipping his head to press his lips against her's. The gloss that had been applied to them smeared against his own, but Harry didn't even care as he chased the strawberry shortcake taste of his best friend—of his love.

Harry didn't even know how long they sat in his dressing room kissing and repeating their affections, but eventually Jeff came pounding on his door. "Five minutes, H! You and (Y/N) need to finish up getting ready."

Harry hesitantly broke away form her, his breathing heavy as he called back and Okay! to Jeff through the door. (Y/N) absently ran her fingertips over his necklace of pearls as she caught her breath. Harry gazed down at her, her own eyes locked on her fingers.

"Wanna wear 'em? I know y'like them," Harry offered, referring to his necklace.

Her eyes shot up to his already watching her. "This?" she asked, lightly tugging on the pearls.

"Yeah, y'always play with them. If y'want, y'can wear them," he pressed, already reaching behind his neck and unclasping the necklace.

"Are you sure, Harry? People are going to notice and everythi—"

"S'okay. I don't mind."

She didn't offer anymore protest as he brought the pearls around her own neck. She lifted her hair off her neck for him, letting the strands fall once he had fit it around her. The necklace rested against her collarbones, the color creamy against her skin.

"Looks beautiful. Wear it better than I do."

"Doubt it," (Y/N) countered, rolling her eyes with a small smile on her face. Before Harry could say anything back, she tugged him down by the lapels on his suit and pressed their lips together.

Only a moment later another pounding was heard through the door. "Two minutes, Harry!"

Harry begrudgingly sighed as he pulled away, an apologetic look on his face as he looked to (Y/N).

"Don't be sorry, H. We both have to go out there," she laughed, standing from the couch and offering a hand out to him.

Harry happily took it, letting her pull him towards the door where he knew the rest of the band and the audience was waiting outside.

"One more," he crooned, twirling (Y/N) around to his chest and pressing a quick kiss to her lips. She only allowed him to plant a small peck on her mouth before pulling away.

"No more, you've got my lip gloss all over your mouth."

She used the pad of her thumb to gently wipe away each trace of the sheer pink gloss. Harry teasingly puckered his lips against her finger, unable to stop himself now that he had the freedom to show her all of the affection he had pent up for her.

"Better?" he asked as she pulled her hand away.

"Perfect."

Before anything else could be said, Jeff himself pulled open the door and dragged the pair of them out.

"Go get your inears and line up. Lights already went down," he grumbled, shoving Harry in the right direction where the rest of the band stood.

(Y/N) shyly smiled at Jeff, in her own silent apology before joining the others in their lineup, Harry followed behind her closely. She tipped her head backwards, looking to Harry behind her with her features upside down.

"Ready?"

Harry's sure tonight's going to be the best show of his life.

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