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ailecstore · 5 months
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Autumn New Street Casual Hooded Sweater with Perforated Jeans Women's Elegant 2 Piece Set Student Trendy
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vishal9022 · 5 months
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oeyesofficial · 5 months
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shalom56 · 1 year
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mymindart · 1 year
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mvltisstuff · 8 months
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can you do a conrad x reader and he meets yn at one of his moms chemo sessions- yn being a cancer patient- always sitting with susannah because she’s always wanted a mother figure so she starts spending time at the beach house and conrad falls for her pls!!
electric touch - c.f
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summary: request
conrad fisher x reader
a/n: wanted to get this right for you, hope you enjoy <3
when susannah was first diagnosed, she went through extensive amounts of treatment to try and beat the cruel disease. luckily, it eventually faded and left her alone. she was able to get more time with her boys, feeling strong in her ability to fight it off. only until it returned, but she fought through one more summer with her boys.
while she was in chemotherapy, she met a girl. her name was y/n and she had been diagnosed with her own cancer. susannah’s heart broke every single time she saw y/n. she was so young, and no one ever deserves to be put through that hell. when y/n was sat next to susannah for a treatment, they connected. she felt something with the girl, maybe her being so close in age to her boys. she can’t imagine not being there for them.
“i’m susannah,” she smiles gracefully at y/n who returned her own grin.
“i’m y/n,” she told. “it’s nice to meet you.”
susannah admired her positivity. it’s hard to be so optimistic in this situation and the room, surrounded by people who are held down by a vicious force of nature.
“you have a beautiful smile,” y/n said to susannah, causing her to awe at her and completely adore her. every time treatments came around again, y/n sat with susannah. they always wanted to sit with each other, sharing funny stories and eating the hospital popsicles.
“are you from massachusetts?” susannah asked.
“yeah, i’ve been here my whole life,” y/n said, taking a lick of her popsicle. “i’m here with my dad, my mom moved away. she’s not really a part of anything anymore.”
“does she know you’re sick?”
“yeah, she knows,” y/n’s expression changed so sadness. “there’s nothing she can do, you know?”
“i’m sorry, sweetie.”
“it’s ok,” y/n replied. “i’m glad you’re here, though.”
susannah beamed back at her, almost forgetting the situation they were in. y/n’s personality completely shined when she was with susannah. she was almost like her own mother, supporting her and being there for the good and bad news. y/n was there for susannah every day, doing random activities and just gossiping about. they eventually discovered that both of them usually spent summers in cousins beach, and they hoped they would see each other there.
susannah had finally been cleared, her cancer going away as she continued to live her wonderful life. she saw her boys every day, something to never take for granted. she thought about y/n a lot, messaging her on facebook to see her condition. soon after, y/n had pushed through her own battle, and she was cancer free. that summer, she swore would be the best of her life.
cousins was a great place. it was relaxing, it was an escape from all the chaos and haunting memories of her sickness. she felt like a kid again in cousins, she was happier than ever there. susannah was basically her mother at this point, talking to her more than her biological mother does. she was kind of like her best friend, the only one who truly understands how it is sometimes.
susannah had wanted to take conrad and jeremiah shopping, and she had laurel and her kids come too. they were all messing around in little gift shops, finding cute outfits for each other and susannah spoiling all of them. when she walked into a little boutique with stylish items for everyone, she could tell by the back of y/n that it was her. she was browsing around the comfortable cousins merchandise, feeling the soft fabrics and letters on the hoodies. y/n eventually turned around, locking eyes with susannah.
“y/n!” susannah shouted. “you look so beautiful!”
y/n reached in for a hug, holding susannah in her arms as susannah almost cried in happiness. “you look so pretty, susannah.”
“i’m so happy to see you! i was hoping we would bump into each other, but you look like you’re doing really well!” susannah placed a hand on her cheek.
“i feel good!” y/n added, holding onto her hand as she ran her fingers through her growing hair, just touching her shoulders now. “how are you, though, it’s been so long since i’ve seen you in person.”
“i know, it’s been a crazy year, but- oh!” she turns around to her boys, pulling them to her side. “these are my sons, conrad and jeremiah.”
she looks at jeremiah who has the same, bright smile on his face as his mother. he waves lightly, making y/n feel comfortable in him, like an old friend. when she looks at conrad, he’s slightly more smirky than jeremiah. he’s fully admiring y/n, hearing so much about her and finally meeting her. he never knew she was so gorgeous, wondering why his mom never told him.
when she held eye contact with conrad, y/n could sense herself getting more and more nervous. the back of her neck got hot and she wanted to make sure she looked good. conrad was really cute, and there was no denying that.
“this is my best friend, laurel and her kids,” y/n waved hello to belly and steven, who looked kind and lovely. belly was thrilled, hopefully being able to make a new friend who has the graciousness of susannah. “oh! you should come to our house tonight! connie and jere can set up the grill!”
y/n looked at the accepting smiles of her new friends. “i’d love to, susannah!”
that night at her own beach house, y/n picked out her best outfit, hoping to secretly impress the boys. she’s been so used to hospitals and staying home that being able to dress up for people felt like a relief. she formed two small braids on the top of her head, letting the rest of her hair down. she picked a pair of shorts and white corset top with small peach-colored flowers. she felt good when she looked in the mirror, confident and pretty. she added a few final pieces of jewelry and walked downstairs with her purse.
“hi, dad,” she said, walking up to her father who was in the kitchen. “i’m going to meet susannah and her family.”
“that’s great!” he replied, voice full of excitement. “i’m meeting up with some friends at the pub, but hey, have a good time, ok? if you need anything at all call me and i’ll bring you anything-“
“dad,” y/n giggles. “i’m fine, you need to have fun tonight, let loose a little?”
“alright, kid. i’ll see you later,” y/n then scurried out the door and into her car, driving anxiously to the fisher house. she was excited to spend some time with her outside of the white, dull walls of the chemo rooms. she hoped that belly and steven would want to be her friend, someone to confide in. the fisher boys looked sweeter than anyone, jeremiah’s bright smile illuminating whatever room he was in and conrad’s personality lightly shining through.
when she walked up to the door, she barely had to knock before susannah pulled the door open. “you’re here! we’re hanging out in the back, come!”
y/n walked through the house, admiring the organized furniture and the aroma of the beach. she glanced at the photos of the families, posing softly with their kids, past and present. she reached the doors to the back patio, seeing everyone all about. “hey, y/n!” jeremiah said, the first to notice that she had walked in.
“y/n!” belly exclaimed. “i’m so glad someone is here to save me from them.”
y/n laughed at her little jokes, noticing the faint stare from conrad as he continued to set up the food for dinner. y/n made her rounds to everyone, chatting up with them before noticing conrad by himself. the rest of them were talking, so y/n stood and walked over to conrad.
“i didn’t realize you were so passionate about cheeseburgers,” y/n grins lightly, getting the same from conrad.
“my mom told me that they better be good,” he said. “she’s very particular about her burgers.”
“ah, i see,” y/n looks back at him, his eyes still on her.
“hey, congrats on being cleared. that’s really awesome,” conrad tells her, making her smile.
“thank you, conrad.”
“you know, we’ve heard a lot about you,” he said. “my mom loves you like a daughter. i’m glad we could finally meet in person, though.”
“i’m really glad i’m here,” conrad can’t seem to pull his eyes away from hers. each detail in her eyes is admired by him, looking at her pretty features and her perfect outfit. her cheeks, her eyes, her lips-
he was pulled directly out of his thoughts when he saw the harsh smoking of one of the burgers, completely burnt. “shit,” he looks, picking the patty up and tossing it out. his eyes are directed to y/n’s face again, holding back a little chuckle. he starts laughing himself, “i hope my mom doesn’t notice.”
once everyones stomachs are full, and they savored the delicious meals from conrad and his mother, laurel gets up and starts a fire in the pit. the warmth of the flames reaches y/n, making her body feel tingly and comforted as she looks at conrad.
he’s sitting back in his chair, hair swooped perfectly out of his face. he has a faint smirk on his mouth, looking at his brother and steven argue about god knows what.
“hold on,” jere speaks. “we should go swimming, what are we doing?”
“i’ll go change!” steven yells, running inside the house to find his swim shorts.
“wanna swim?” conrad asks y/n.
“oh, i didn’t bring a bathing suit,” she informs, her smile dropping slightly.
“you can borrow one of mine!” belly tells her, excitement creeping into her words. “here, come with me.”
y/n takes her hand and jogs up the stairs, going into her room as belly holds up different options. she ends up going for the blue striped one, fitting her perfectly and easy to swim in. she walks out with a towel that she also borrowed, standing next to belly looking into the pool.
“i’m just gonna jump,” y/n says, not bothering to dip her toes in first.
“me too,” belly says, taking a step back as they both jump into the water. the cool pool engulfs y/n’s body, seeing the tiny bubbles around her as she opens her eyes underwater. the quick impact with the water sends a few chills up her spine, feeling the tingling on her skin. the previously calm water was splashing all around her when she came back to the surface. y/n brusher her hair out of her face, looking at the three boys jumping in next to them. she and belly let out playful screams, as steven scooped up his sister and threw her back in.
“volleyball tournament!” belly shouts. “me and y/n vs the guys.”
the boys groan sarcastically, as y/n swims over to one side with belly as the ball is blown up. she starts out hitting it perfectly, belly being surprised. “do you play, y/n?”
“i did a few years ago, but got sick and had to quit,” y/n tells her. sadly having to miss the next few years of her sport.
“oh, y/n, i’m sorry,” belly begins.
“don’t be, really,” y/n says, a polite smile on her face, making belly feel better. “i’m ready now to kick their ass, so c’mon!”
belly grins back at her, serving the ball over to the guys and hitting it back to y/n. when she hits it over to belly, conrad looks at her sweet smile on her face again, blessing conrad’s eyes. he’s so focused on how beautiful she is, and he wants to just worship her. he was so fixated on her that he completely missed the ball coming his way, letting it fall into the pool.
“ah! conrad-“ jeremiah says through gritted teeth, shaking his hands at him. y/n laughs softly before moving to the edge of the pool. the slight fatigue and dizziness made her want to get out to just sit for a few minutes. of course, it didn’t take conrad to notice her absence and her walking out of the pool with a clear grimace.
“y/n, you ok?” he asks, voice full of concern.
“yeah, i’m good,” she says, locking eyes with susannah and laurel. susannah gets up, ready to offer y/n anything she might need. conrad swims to the edge of the pool, pulling himself out and walking toward y/n. susannah brings over a cold bottle of water for y/n.
she sits for a few minutes, consuming the drink susannah gave her and feeling better. she must have been dehydrated, forgetting to drink more water while she was hanging out with everyone. “how are you feeling?” conrad asks.
“i’m fine, now,” y/n smiles up at him. “i just hadn’t drank enough water, that’s all.” conrad pulls up a chair next to her, watching the rest of them play around in the pool.
“does it get scary sometimes? sorry, i know that’s a weird question but-“
“no such thing as a weird question. but, i mean it’s all scary. any small symptom could be related to the cancer i had. it gets easier though, it gets less and less scary the more time goes on.”
“it sucks you had to go through that.”
“yeah, it does. i wouldn’t wish it on anyone, but i can’t change it. i just don’t want the rest of my life being dictated by it.”
it’s almost difficult for conrad to comprehend how someone can be so bright about things. he’s infatuated by the way she views the world around her. he wishes he could be more like her, wanting to see things in a different light like she was forced to at such a young age. conrad knows she’s someone to be loved, and he knows she needs it. he knows he could be the one to do it.
“you’re a really great person, y/n,” he mumbles out, y/n being able to catch every word.
“you’re a great person, too,” she tells him. “you didn’t have to come over here and waste time with me, but you made sure i was ok.”
“times never wasted with you,” he smirks, looking back at y/n who takes another sip of her water. “what are you doing tomorrow?”
“nothing, that i know of.”
“we should go do something, we can go to the boardwalk if you want.”
“i’d really like that,” y/n beams, giving conrad just more satisfaction. when susannah walks by, she taps conrad on the shoulder and kisses him on the cheek.
“you’re a good boy, connie,” she says, fully proud and praising her kind-hearted son.
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h3rhell · 1 month
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|•What if Velvette and you were a couple•|
IMO, She would TOTALLY ,be a possesive One ,Some new Friend of yours she doesn't know? ,What's Their sexuality And are they single? ,I hope you answered right ,Otherwise she might just be a Liiiiittle Jealous....As fuck.
,She knows She's the best
(#Bitch ,Of course she IS!)
But the thought of you leaving her for someone else just scares her every single fucking time ,so she can't help but show you Love trough these all Silly gestures like ,Calling you sweet names 'Doll' ,'Sweetheart' ,'Darling' ,and Etc... ,Cuddling obviously, TONS ,let me repeat myself ,TONS of PDA ,She was everyone to Know she won the Lottery and no one ,I'll Repeat ,NO ONE ,has a chance with you ....You're Taking over her social media in fact ,Unless You Prefer her to not show your face too much ,Then she just calls you 'My Lovely Anon<33' ,On her social media
Now ,For girl Readers ,Especially For Lesbians....Well duh she's a Motherfucking tease ,In her opinion ,Being a couple means Honesty ,So if she wants to Say to you things like 'I'm Sooo lonelyyy ,And sooo tired after work ,Kisses~?' ,She fucking will ,For the More Horny stuff...Yeah ,She's a Total Top
,But at least She helps you quickly Take off Clothes When you're going to Make out!
,as well when Valentino or Vox Unexpectedly Come in ,On the Swipe of her fingers ,you two are Dressed up ,and just cuddling ,If One of the boys make a comment like '...I heard Moans' ,You both are either Going nervous and just Saying stuff Like 'We? ,why would we? ,we're Two Totally Virgin Girlfriends Who never had Sex together!' ,Or just straight forward ,a Lie 'W-We're watching Porn!'
For boy Readers...Be aware that she's Making Sex jokes all the time ,She just Likes seeing you Flustered ,It's Like an addiction Seeing you so Blushy Over just her words ,Here ,Velvette's Powers are Useful in Bed too ,So it's Same shit in fact!
Some headcanons;
•You two Sleep together ,Cuddles to sleep Are Expected ,if not....Be ready for her taking the Blankets On her side as a Punishment, She would Never Say it in your face ,But she LOVES affection
•She Can't Bear seeing you in ANYTHING Not stylish, so if you wear a typical hoodie with Sweatpants...Say Bye-Bye to them darling ,You're Gonna Be The most Stylish demon in hell ,Right after Herself of course!
•Sometimes ,if she's in a Good mood ,She would ask you to style her hair ,If you're Terrible at it...At least she's Going to laugh! ,A smile is always Welcome of course (: ,but if you're Good....Darling, You're not Only her Partner Rn ,You're Also Her Hairstylist At Home! ,So better Be ready for when she asks you to do her hair again [:
•You two would TOTALLY have a Pet to share ,Either a Cat ,Dog ,ANYTHING, Velvette would agree as long as it's cute, Fluffy ,And something You two could Cuddle whenever you're Feeling the need to ,Ya'll Would Act like Parents to this Little cutie!
•If she has a bad day ,is shouting at her employees ,and the Other Vees ,Sorry darling ,You're Gonna have to be here ASAP ,Only you can calm her Down almost instantly after all!
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That's all! ,cya!
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thyfggfy · 12 days
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It is finally time to talk about THE boy , MY boy - Scott McCall.
When we see him for the first time he dresses as a pretty average teenage boy . His clothes are baggy , comfortable and being stylish is clearly the last thing on his mind.
Lots of basic zip-up hoodies
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long sleeves under short sleeves
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t-shirts with random graphic designs (if wearing these is not an universal teenage guy experience , I don't know what is)
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and a hooded leather jacket here and there.
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It is also imprtant to note that Scott did the the little red riding hood reference FIRST . In the very first episode , mind you !
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At the start of season 2 Scott has obviously went through a lot which forces him to mature a little bit and that is reflected in his appearance .
He is not wearing anything new , really . He actually has outfits that are pretty similar to what we've seen in the previous season .
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It is just that his clothes are a bit more well fitting now.
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In season 3 though is when he REALLY updates his wardrobe . Which is very appropriate since this the season when he tries to improve in all regards of his life.
He starts wearing some nice jackets
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long sleeve shirts (ignore the blood on the blue one)
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a good variety of button - ups (and downs)
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and some VERY cute hoodies (for real though. Look at him in the red one . He looks so HUGGABLE)
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Parts : 6.2
1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5
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chrisdickprint · 14 days
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CANDIED LOVE (C.S)
SMUT 18+
(CHRIS X FEMALE READER)
warnings : 18+, f and m receiving, blowjob, eating pussy bro idk what else but like yk the regular smut stuff. new to writing
got a bit carried away with this one so enjoy also not proof read this so might be a few mistakes!
chris - •
Y/N - •
Nick - •
Matt - •
you and the triplets had gone shopping yesterday and chris had bought a big pack of red lollipops. He found a way to always obsess over something for weeks at a time until he found something new.
This time he was obsessed with these red lollipops and it was a distraction to you i mean he sucked on these lollipops like there was no time of day. this was his 11th lollipop today you couldn’t help but count i mean you were staring at him all day today he was so mesmerising with it in his mouth his jawline, his cheekbones, his nose looking so rideable, his face, his eyes contrasting the lollipops colour. here come the dirty thoughts..
the sound he makes whilst taking his mouth of that lollipop what would it sound like if i was giving him head?
what else could you do. We were watching a movie together in his room as matt and nick had left to plan a new video or something. you didn’t care you had alone time to stare at chris’ side profile from the other side of his bed. he was just so ugh you couldn’t explain it, yes you could he was so fuckable.
he snapped in your face saying “hello, Y/N” you snapped back into reality as he snapped some more. “oh uh yeah what’s up” “you seem a little out of it” you giggled out of embarrassment looking around to find an excuse a window.. “just daydreaming about nature” you said pointing at the window behind him. “seems like something matt would do” “yeah haha it does” you continued staring i mean you just made a perfect excuse to stare at him some more. this time he had noticed you staring straight at his dick.
“you sure your staring at a window”
“oh uh yeah definitely”
“no you aren’t”
“yeah your right i’m staring at your new upcoming red fresh love set your hoping to release it looks so warm and i’m a little cold it also matches your lollipop that seems pretty tasty”
“you want my hoodie?”
“oh yeah if you don’t mind i’m a bit tired to get my own hoodie and fresh love is very stylish” you said enthusiastically trying to get him off your trail.
he gets up going to pick his fresh love hoodie out his wardrobe which was already open peaking at a few more colours of varsity sets. he takes it out and removes it from the hanger throwing it at you in a playful way.
“you wanted a lollipop too right?”
“yeah if you don’t mind sharing your secret stash of them you bought yesterday i promise i wont look where they are hidden” giggling as you put your hands over your eyes.
“open your mouth” chris had said in a demanding voice
“what?” you were a bit stunned hearing it in that voice and completely forgot about the lollipop you asked for and were currently closing your eyes for.
“for the lollipop?”
“oh haha right!” you giggled off the embarrassment as you opened you mouth waiting for the lollipop you heard a pop coming out of chris’ mouth brushing it off knowing he was probably just sucking on his own lollipop.
you felt the lollipop slide into your mouth but were confused as you didn’t hear the wrapper or chris’ footsteps go anywhere but closer to you.
you unraveled your face from your hands and saw a lollipop now in your mouth and not a single one in chris’? “where’s your lollipop did you already finish it i swear you only just opened one 5 minutes ago?”
“right there” chris points to your mouth and laughs.
you were shocked his lollipop was in your mouth? you quickly pulled it out and held it in your hand he grabbed it and put it on the bedside table quickly getting on top of you. pushing the red fresh love hoodie which was on your lap onto the floor.
finally. you could do whatever you wanted. you quickly pulled off your top along with your bra, small tight shorts and lace panties which were soaked already, throwing them right on top of his fresh love set. He took of his shirt and grey joggers that were already stained in precum but saved his boxers for you too take off and his cock sprung up to his snail trail you could already cum at the sight of that.
you got into doggy position but facing him, you weren’t about to let him put his dick straight into you as much as you wanted it. you had to make him wait so you started off by giving him head.
bobbing your head up and down making a sound the same as when you take your mouth off a lollipop. you got your answer as to what chris would sound like when he was receiving head and the answer was a moaning and grunting mess. He laid his head back in pleasure saying your name in between of his grunts.
god he was so fine and fuckable just like i said. He quickly flipped you over and turned you around so your head was up against his headboard pulling your by your thighs and putting your legs on his shoulders reaching down his back to adjust you to where his face was, his breathing on your clit made you shiver but he got right into it. creating a heat coming from your pussy as he licked up and down find the best spot where you moaned the loudest.
at this point he had to be pussy drunk. you just wanted his length in you so you begged.
“p- p-please just fuck me already” moans filled the room as you couldn’t bare it anymore
“you want it?” he looked up with eyes that could get anything.
“i want it bad” so bad i just moaned and moaned at the thought of his 10incher in me.
“prove it” “get on your knees and beg for it”
you were willing to do anything for it now so you just got up from your laid back position got on the floor and spread your legs wide open but still on your knees giving him a wonderful view of your pussy and your face.
he grabbed your face and shoved his dick in it you gagged a few times and got up as he pulled you up by your hair.
“get on the bed now.”
this time you could tell he was not fucking around and you did whatever he said. you climbed back onto the bed looking for further instructions and then you spoke.
“how do you want it chris.” you looked up with puppy eyes going down closer and closer to his dick.
“turn around face in the pillow ass up”
god he was so hot talking like that the things you would do to hear this every second of the day. you did as he said doing exactly what he demanded. At this point your screams would be hearable even if your face was in the pillow his 10inch dick is going to feel so good in you.
he teased your opening as he slid his tip in and out of your soaking wet pussy.
“already wet huh” chris said with a smirk on his face.
he pushed in his length with no warning, no time to adjust to the size of him. he was stretching you out so much you moaned his name so that the neighbours who had most definitely heard the moans prior to the doggy style could know who i was getting fucked by.
he was going at an unbelievable rate i was guessing he was at his high point because i definitely was. i pleaded to cum
“please d-d-daddy let me cum” you moaned out in pure pleasure.
“at the same time 3..2..1”
you both let go of the knots in your stomach at the same time. juices still leaking from you but you flipped over his dick still in you with a visible belly buldge from how big it was.
“that was amazing”
“you did so well baby”
“baby?”
“yeah isn’t that what i’m meant to call my girlfriend” he gave me the most cutest smile i’ve ever seen
“girlfriend? who said anything about me being your girlfriend” i held back my sarcastic laugh
“oh” he said in a deeply hurt tone
“of course i’ll be your girlfriend i’m just playing” you said giggling as he smiled at you
“good, i’m gonna go get us a wet towel to clean this up”
you tried to get up after him but your legs were so weak and stumbled onto the floor chris came back rushing with a wet towel throwing it aside to pick you up and sit you on the bed grabbing the towel back up and cleaning the outside of you and his tip with the wet towel. he then threw it in the wash basket and picked you up bridal style and sat you on his gaming chair whilst he removed the sheets and pillow case off his bed, the sheets were only covered in cum but he knew how much it would bug you, since you would be sleeping in his bed now, if the sheets and pillowcase weren’t matching.
he grabbed the clothes you two tossed on the floor earlier and put it in the wash and he grabbed the fresh love hoodie putting it in your lap and walking over to his wardrobe to grab the joggers that matched with the hoodie. he didn’t mind you wearing it with no panties on because you were now his girlfriend and he put on a new pair of boxers and he grabbed his black fresh love set and put it on top so you two were now matching.
you had slowly recovered enough to be able to walk around the bed and grab the lollipop chris had set on the bedside table and put it right back in your mouth he found a lollipop he had stashed in his desk drawer and was getting to the point of unwrapping it and you quickly snatched it
“lets just share this lollipop” you said grabbing the lollipop out of your mouth and holding chris’ mouth open to insert the lollipop in his. you climbed into his lap as he sat on his gaming chair and gave him a bear hug not ever wanting to let go.
he grabbed you bridal style again to pick you up and take you downstairs to grab a pepsi for the both of you, stopping in his tracks to see matt and nick laughing at the both of you sat on the couch.
“YOU TWO FUCKED!”
“I KNEW YOU LIKED EACHOTHER EEEWWWW”
“NEVER DO THAT AGAIN YOU DISGUSTING WEIRDOS”
“SHUT UP MATT ATLEAST HE GETS GOOD PUSSY” hopping out of chris’ arms you laughed in matts face
“YEAH YOU GET NONE MATT” chris followed you too the couch where matt and nick where sitting.
you whisper into chris’ ear “we will be fucking again despite what matt says” you laughed holding your stomach as chris turned the shade of a tomato
“STOP YOU DIRTY DIRTY PEOPLE” nick cried out
matt ran out of the living room to his room and nick followed but instead went to his room.
chris ended by giving you a smile like this and letting you cuddle straight into his arms falling asleep together on the couch.
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heyyyy 😻 i love your writing so much and i have a request (if you could do) ok so what if tokio hotel had a fifth member that was a girly stylish girl (not like 2000s trashy make up more like 2022 clean girl make up). ok so i imagine her dating tom becaus they would be the opposite of each other. (that would be better if you could do headcanons but as i said its ok.) thank youu 💗💗💗
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TOM + BAND - GIRLY GIRL HEADCANONS
LOVE ALL OF YOU GUYS FOR ALL OF THE REQUESTS. THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH. THANK YOU BB FOR ALL THE LOVE.
Tom Kaulitz + Band - Girly Girl Headcanons
TOM HEADCANONS -
He sees himself as the big and strong boyfriend
Loves how your small and he’s like a bodyguard
He loves how you guys are complete opposites of each other
He admires you when you are getting ready
Buys you all the makeup and skincare you will ever want and need
Takes you to Sephora/any makeup store shopping sprees
You begged him to let you do this makeup
He said yes and he looked beautiful
Sometimes you do his skincare for fun
When you do he is always asking questions
“What does this do”
“That doesn’t look safe”
His lashes are HELLA long
Like I’m jealous
He loves it when you wear crop tops or anything showing your stomach
Tom loves how you obsess over the smallest things like cute clothes or new skin products
You guys are the ‘it’ couple
He loves how your different in a good way because of your style and you don’t dress trashy or too flashy
He LOVES when you wear flare leggings and his oversized hoodies or shirts
They look really good on you
Or sometimes when you switch it up you wear his jeans and a small crop top
He goes feral when you pair his clothes with yours
Loves the cute little hairstyles you do
When he takes you on dates he goes wild when you wear a skinny dress
You have every type of skinny dress
Tom tries to match with you as much as he can
BAND HEADCANONS -
They all adore your style
They love how they all dress in mostly dark colours and you are the one with all the light colours
Fans love the contrast of the four boys being in dark clothes and the girl being in light clothes
It just goes together
Every time you are in public with the band people get kind of intimidated by four boys walking behind a cute little girl
They love how your the odd one out
Every once and a while you dress up in dark clothes to be different
The band thinks your style is hella cool and they are always asking you questions on your clothes or makeup
Bill asked you to do his makeup every now and then
You have done a whole makeover to the band
Dressing them up in more colourful clothes
They thought it was weird but also cool to see themselves in a different style
You guys all try to colour coordinate your outfits
Like if you were wearing an orange top they will all have something orange in their outfit
They would never trade you for anything
THIS WAS A TUFF ONE BUT I DID IT. THANK YOU GUYS FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT. ILL BE POSTING MORE CONTENT OVER THE NEXT 2 DAYS.
BYE BBYS <3
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writingsfromhome · 3 months
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Shedding Memories
A/N: just a quick fic of running into Harry when you both need a friend. I wrote this p quickly so ignore any mistakes. Happy holidays everyone :)
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The part I liked about getting the closing shift was that I could put on my music and completely zone out.
Dealing with the public was a shitty job, no matter the capacity, and zoning out let me compose myself before heading home.
But tonight, a customer stays hunched in the corner seat. I had called out to everyone 15 minutes ago that we were closing in a half hour and by now nearly everyone was gone. The last few people pack up, yet corner guy remains.
“Hi,” I say from behind him. “We’re closing very soon just wanted to let you know.”
“Yep. I’ll be off soon,” he says. His voice is rough and low, a slight accent to it. But he kinda mumbles so I could be imagining it.
But he’s not off soon. I put up all the chairs, lock the doors to anyone new, and wipe down the tables. It’s officially 10pm but the guy’s ass is as glued as it was when he first sat down.
I don’t know how long he’d been here for actually. I got in at 5 and he’d been there with a steaming cup of something. But he just stayed there save for one refill, all evening.
Was he homeless? I examine his hoodie and baggy jeans. They seemed more stylish than survival.
“Hi s’cuse me sir,” I drop the customer service voice a notch and stand next to him. He was really putting a wrench in my evening plans. “I’m sorry to kick you out but it is 10 which is when we close. So I do have to ask you to leave.”
God I hated this shit. Why couldn’t he just leave like a normal person!? And tonight of all nights I’d told my closing partner he could leave early for a date night. I wish I hadn’t. It would’ve felt safer kicking this guy out with another dude around.
“Sorry,” the guy says. His face is mostly covered by his hoodie and he turns away to pull something from his pocket. I watch wearily but it’s just his phone. He sighs and puts it face down. “Is there any chance I can stay here while you clean up?”
“I’m sorry no.” I wasn’t allowed to do that. “Is your phone dead? You can use ours if you need to call for someone?”
He sighs again, like he alone was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and I just wasn’t being understanding enough.
Stop judging so much, I chide myself. Maybe he has a tough life.
“Look, I…” I stop mid-sentence and my mouth stays in the shape of the vowel as he lifts his head up. Is it just me or did he look like global pop-sensation and former boy band member Harry Styles!?
He notices my expression and grimaces.
Okay, it had to be him. And I was acting like a total freak right now.
“Sorry.” I take a step back and bump into the broom I’d balanced on the chair behind me. It clatters to the floor and I jump.
“It’s alright,” he leans down and picks it up for me. Harry Styles was handing me the broom I was meant to close with. I was dreaming. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”
“Are you…in trouble?” I couldn’t wrap my head around why a guy like him would spend the whole evening in the corner of a coffee shop, staring at the wall. And then ask to stay while I closed.
He looks at me for a beat, his eyes are every bit intense as I assumed they would be. In real life, his beauty is a lot more breathtaking than photos. Or maybe I was just having some sort of breakdown. And he’s at least 7 inches taller than me, so he towers over me and I feel nothing but intimidated.
“Fuck. Sorry. Wait.” I shake my head. I have to look away from him. I had to clear my head!
I walk with the broom to the register. “Stop acting like a weirdo!” I whisper to myself.
Harry Styles was in my coffee shop. I was alone with Harry Styles in my coffee shop. What the hell was this? Wattpad?
I turn back around, but he’s looking out the window.
“Sorry. I’m being super weird right now but I wasn’t expecting…you. To be the guy I’m trying to kick out!”
“It’s fine.” He turns back to me.
“I don’t want to be nosy and pry but um, is everything okay? Did you need…help?”
His face loosens a bit with a small smile. I look past him so I can continue having this conversation and not require an inhaler for the first time in my life.
“It would help if I can stay here while you clean up actually.”
“Yeah! Okay…I mean I’m not supposed to but you’re like, Harry Styles? I’m sure my manager would not mind a single bit. She plays your songs all the time it’s basically part of onboarding. By the time we know all the drinks on the menu we also know all your lyrics and I….I’m gonna shut up.”
I turn back with the broom and start sweeping. Was I too awkward? Was I even sweeping like a normal person? Oh god was I being too stiff. Did I forget how to sweep???
I pause.
Maybe I should ask him another question. Maybe-
“I don’t want to get you in trouble uhm-,” I turn and he’s speaking to me 10 feet away. He squints at my name tag.
“Y/N.” I say it for him.
“Y/N. I can leave if I’m gonna get you in trouble-“
“No. No it’s okay! Seriously just sit wherever. But I will put on my own music while I close up, and you’ll have to suffer through it.”
“I don’t consider listening to music suffering.” He jokes. He makes a joke! With me!
“Well then you’ll love Baby Shark,” I joke back. He tilts his head—the joke doesn’t land. “Bad joke. Nevermind. I’m a Phoebe Bridgers fan so just prepare to be in your feelings!”
“I love her,” Harry nods approvingly. “Play on.”
As Phoebe’s distinct voice plays through the speakers I find myself relaxing, mouthing the words, and getting lost in the closing up routine. Of course, I never forget Harry Styles was sitting in the corner. If I did I would be belting the songs out loud. But it starts to feels less dreamy and the randomness begins to flatline to normal.
“Okay, I’m just gonna toss these out.” I shake the unglamorous bags of trash in my hands a half hour later. “And then I’m kicking both of us out.”
“Let me give you a hand.” Before I could protest Harry freaking Styles takes the trashbag from my hand and walks to the back door.
“Whaaaat,” I whisper to myself before scurrying behind him.
He tosses it with ease. I’m sure he had amazing arms under that baggy hoodie of his. He could probably toss me as easily—
I needed to chill.
“Do you have a ride?” I ask as we wash hands. “I can give you a lift somewhere? Unless your car’s outside? Um. Yeah. You probably have your own car nevermind.”
He’s silent, maybe I needed to shut up and stop blabbering.
“I take it you haven’t seen the news.” He leans back against the counter, drying his hands.
“News? Do people still watch that?” Bad joke. Stop talking.
“Uh,” his eyes crinkle slightly. “Social media. Whatever.”
“Nope. Been a busy day.”
“Right…”
“Something happened right? That’s why you’re hiding out here.”
“Yep,” he nods.
“Did your nudes leak or something?”
He looks at me, one brow raised. Fuck! I feel the blood rush to my face.
“Sorry! I am so out of my depth right now and I don’t know why I said that! That was bad. It’s just the worst thing that came to mind I-“
I register his shoulders shaking at first and then he’s doubling over laughing. I stare at first but then I chuckle with him. I’m too nervous to actually laugh at whatever’s happening even though I know looking back I definitely will.
“That’s alright,” he’s grinning when he looks back up. I would be mesmerized by it if his hood hadn’t slipped back to reveal no fucking hair.
“What…is that…?”
“What?” When I point to his head he touches it. He seems to remember himself. “Oh. I forgot I’d done that.”
“That’s new? Is that what’s out there? Is that why you’re hiding?”
“It’s not really new. I cut it all off yesterday-“
“I think you did more than cut it.” It was basically buzzed.
He laughs again and I feel bubbly inside. The bubbles fill me with a weird energy—just as long as it didn’t bubble up out of my mouth and come out in babbling I didn’t have to worry. I cover my mouth to contain any nervous words just in case.
“Why are you covering your mouth? Is it that bad?”
He looks into the warped reflection on the coffee machine. It didn’t look bad.
“It’s different. You’re known for your hair y’know? It’s not bad…just wow. Different.”
“Different’s not bad?”
“No! We’ll just need to get used to it. Honestly you kind of pull the whole buzzed look off. I bet if you grew out like a proper moustache it could be really…”
Thank god I stop myself this time. Because I was going to say a word I would definitely be mortified by.
“Really?” He smirks.
“Cool.” I finish lamely. “So um. Anyway. Are you good or should I drive you somewhere? Are you in trouble with the police or something?”
“I could use a ride…” He says with a slight cringe. “Is that something you’re alright doing?”
“Yeah! I was just gonna go home and stuff my face with leftovers before falling asleep in front of like, Gilmore Girls or something.”
“That’s a good show. That sounds like a nice time actually.”
“Does it? Because I regretted saying it as soon as it came out of my mouth.”
“Do you have a filter?” He asks but he smiles, he wasn’t annoyed. Not yet at least.
“Usually. But I also don’t normally have casual conversations with people I only ever see on the news or on my phone.”
“Do people still watch the news?”
It dawns on me slowly, he was making fun of me and repeating the question I asked earlier. I cover my face with my hands and he laughs. It’s such an intoxicating sound. And I really want to stop feeling like an idiot.
“I’m just bothering you,” hands come down on my wrist and oh my fuck he was touching me! He tugs at my hands and I drop them, still unable to meet his eyes.
I stuff my hands in my pocket. “I know. I’m probably going to lie awake for hours tonight thinking about every embarrassing thing that’s come out of my mouth.”
“No look,” he steps in front of me. He puts his hands on his chest and I notice the rings on his fingers, his tattoos. This was really Harry Styles in front of me.
“No look at me.” He tries to get my attention again. “See, I’m just a person. Just like you. Yeah I sing and shit but I’m just a guy.”
“You say that like I don’t have the world’s worst history with guys.” I finally make the push to look up into his face. I had an even worse history with attractive guys. “But I understand what you’re trying to achieve. And I appreciate it. You’re just shmegular and I can stop being a weirdo.”
“My phone works.” He says suddenly. “I just turned it off because I have a million people calling and texting me for some sort of response.”
I don’t reply, unsure where he was going.
He didn’t really have to make all this effort to make me comfortable but I recognize why he’s doing it; trying to bring himself down to earth for me. And it’s sweet and endearing and I want to tell him he didn’t have to do that. That I would help him out even if he wrote me a note, simply because he was Harry freaking Styles. But I just stay quiet for the first time tonight.
“Someone leaked pap photos of my girlfriend cheating on me.”
I gasp, I can’t help it. “I’m sorry. Harry. I-That’s an awful fucking way to find out.”
“It…” he glances around as if we weren’t the only two people around. “I shouldn’t be saying this but. It was just for show. The relationship, I mean. The guy in the photo’s her actual boyfriend so I don’t really care. Never wanted to do this fake shite in the first place but I was kinda forced to by my management. It promoted my new single, and her new show or whatever.”
“Oh.” I guess that’s the way his world worked. My world was begging my coworker to change shifts with me so I could have my weekly mental breakdown in private.
“Yep. So everyone is expecting me to give a statement, play the part of jilted boyfriend, but I can’t be arsed by any of it. I just want everyone to leave me alone.”
“So you holed up in the corner of this coffee shop, and stared at that wall for the last like…how many hours?”
“I lost count.” He shrugs. “And I did have a book I was reading. I wasn’t just staring at the wall.”
I shrug, “I’m not judging. I stare at the wall a lot. Especially on my breaks.”
He laughs again, and it breaks the serious air around his story.
“So where am I taking you if you’re avoiding everyone? Do you have a hotel room or?”
“It’s probably swimming in paps.” He sighs.
“So wild idea. I have a couple roommates who are supposed to be out tonight. Do you want to stay at my place until you feel like answering your phone?”
His face looks so hopeful for a second. “No. I can’t do that to you.”
“Remember when I detailed my evening plans? It’s honestly nothing.”
He gets all broody as he shakes his head. “No. I don’t want to drag you into it-“
“Look you’re in disguise. I live far away from whatever hotel you can afford that no one will see you. And I can drop you off on a street corner tomorrow morning whenever you want.”
“Like a hooker?”
“Yeah. We can play reverse pretty woman.”
He smiles. I stare.
“Fine. Yeah. Alright.”
“Alright! Let me turn out the light and we’ll go.”
So that’s how I find myself driving Harry Styles to my apartment, realizing the closer we get to home how filthy I had left my room.
“Don’t judge please,” I say in the elevator up. “But our apartment is not magazine worthy. It’s just home.”
“Home sounds nice,” he says. His hoodie’s back up and covering most of his face. It feels silly talking to him like this.
“Stay here,” I instruct him when we walk in. I zip into my room, it’s not as bad as it could be but I move all the dirty laundry to the hamper, gather the papers on my desk in one pile, shove my makeup back into a drawer, and gather as many empty cans and glasses into my hands to take back to the kitchen.
When I go back to him he’s standing exactly where I left him.
“Okay. So I only have leftovers. Chinese. Are you hungry? I can order us something else or-“
“No that sounds perfect.”
“Does it?” I tell him to come in and he follows me to the kitchen, sitting down at the island as I pull plates and containers out. “Okay just fill your plate and I’ll heat it up. Are you sure this is alright?”
“You’ll be surprised at my diet when I’m on tour. It starts out good but by the end of it I want to get my stomach pumped for all the shite I put into it. This looks delicious.”
I dish out dinner for us and decline his request to help. I try not to be hyperaware of him watching me move around our small kitchen, and focus on thinking of him as a guest. That’s it.
“So um, why the haircut?” I ask as I carry the plates to my room. I had the biggest room in the house and by biggest that simply meant I could afford a queen sized bed and my closet could fit all my clothes. I’d been living here for the last year and a half with my two roommates.
“Eh,” he runs his hand over his head. I was really tempted to do it, see what it felt like. But I refrain. Obviously. “Turning over a new leaf? In a lot of cultures, hair symbolizes a lot. I felt like starting fresh, and getting rid of all of it would just help.”
“Yeah I’ve heard of that. Like the hair that’s grown has witnessed everything over the last few years—at least if you grow it long enough to last a few years.”
“Hm yeah,” he says between bites. I can’t believe Harry Styles was eating last night’s leftovers with me. “Exactly.”
“Maybe I should chop most of my hair off.” I muse. “I could use that new leaf shit.”
“Why?” Harry asks bluntly. I nearly choke on a piece of broccoli. “Sorry. I’m being the nosy one aren’t I?”
“No,” I clear my throat. “Just wasn’t expecting it.”
“You don’t have to answer.” He smiles, god did he have to look so charming? “But I’d love to know what memories your hair holds.”
Damn. He had a way with words.
He’s an artist, I think. Duh.
“Let’s see.” I hold the bottom few inches. “Quitting my fancy job because I was burnt out and going through an existential crisis.” I climb higher and hold the next few inches. “Traumatic breakup with my long-term guy. How could a lawyer date a barista after she’d been a doctor y’know? A power couple can’t include a lowly job like a barista.” I roll my eyes like I wasn’t going to cry all over again, and hold another inch. “And this here is me grieving everything I thought my life was going to be.”
He’s silent for a bit. I think I’ve actually shocked him into silence. I almost laugh.
He puts his plate down and leans over, topping the top of my head. “This?”
The spot where he touched my head thrums. I think about the last year of my life. “Realizing my identity isn’t my career. And that for the first time in my life I can pursue my passions.”
“Hm.” He nods. “That’s a good realization.”
“Yeah, it really was for me.”
“I don’t have any boundaries between my identity and my life…” he goes silent again. I know he’s thinking so it doesn’t feel awkward. I go back to my dinner.
“So what’s the passion you’re pursuing?” He asks. Probably to change the subject.
“Well…” I put my plate down and walk to my closet, sliding open the door. I point to the floor. His face scrunches and he gets up to get a closer look.
“Do you sing or something?” He asks.
“God no!” I laugh. I guess he would think that seeing the blanket, laptop table, and microphone. “I started a podcast and it’s soundproof in here. I love this little space actually.”
“A podcast?!” He looks at me, impressed. I try not to blush. “What about?”
“Um, well I do know my medical shit—studied it for years and all. But it’s about taking care of ourselves, giving advice to people, burnout, identities, everything I learned leaving my job. All that.”
“Wow.” He nods thoughtfully. “That’s amazing.”
I shrug and go back to sitting on my bed, taking another bite of my dinner.
“Do you get a lot of listens?”
“I have a couple hundred listeners.” I tell him. “Actually. At first I was obsessive over the numbers. I’d spent the last couple decades obsessed over numbers—grades and all that. It was a habit.”
“And now?”
“Well I had to force myself to never look at my numbers for the first while and it helped me focus on the content itself. Make sure I was making something I put my heart behind, not just something I thought would do well. It’s been half a year now, and I’m just starting to look at them again.”
“Wow. Half a year that’s amazing. Good for you. I know we barely know each other but…I’m proud of you for figuring that all out. It’s inspiring.”
He was right, we barely knew each other. Yet somehow I knew he was genuine about what he was saying. I feel a warm tingling sensation in my stomach. “Thank you Harry.”
“Yeah. Wow.” His eyes flicker over my hair. “There is a lot of memories in that hair of yours.”
“Yeah it’s like, was it Mean Girls? My hair isn’t big, but it’s so long because it’s filled with secrets.”
“Yeah,” he smiles. “That’s a good line.”
“Maybe I should cut it off,” the more I thought about it the more I liked the idea. Why was I keeping it this long? “I should cut it off.”
“Uh I don’t know…”
“No!” I get up again, firm in what I wanted. The only reason my hair was always long was because my ex had told me once he liked it long. And now that I thought about it, I’d unconsciously kept it that way since. Fuck that! I wanted to get rid of these memories, “I want to turn a new leaf and all that bullshit.”
“I feel like I’ve been a bad influence.” Harry says softly.
“You’re cutting my hair Styles-“
“I don’t know how to!”
“C’mon we’ll watch a youtube video. You play guitar I’m sure you’re good with your hands.”
An awkward silence stretches and he coughs out a laugh.
“Oh my god not like that!” I take his hand and try not to think of whatever image he had just thought of. “Bathroom, scissors, phone. Let’s go.”
I queue up a video as he follows me. I shut the door and shove the video in his hands. Meanwhile, I turn the bathtub tap on and dunk my hair in it to get it wet so it would be easier to cut. Like the video said.
“Y/N,” Harry says wearily. Hearing my name out of his mouth is weird.
“Did you watch it?” I rummage through the drawers and come up with a pair. “Here.”
“They use an electric-“
“Just do it with the scissors!” I encourage him. “If it’s uneven that’s okay! I can get it fixed later in the week.”
I turn back to the mirror and everything slows down as I take the scene in. Harry Styles in my bathroom, standing behind me and eyeing me nervously. Me, with my too-long hair, flushed and determined to get this all over with, to shed the memories I’d been holding on for too long.
“Are you sure?” He asks, looking me dead in the eye through the mirror.
“Yep! I’m 100% sure.”
“Don’t kill me if you wake up tomorrow and regret this.”
“Just cut it.”
“So bossy,” he smiles and begins combing my hair down like the video had. I watch him, it’s endearing how much concentration he has as he perfects my strands and begins to measure. He’s slow, and deliberate, and I know I picked the right dude because I’d guessed correctly—he was a perfectionist.
When the first big chunk is removed and he deposits it in the sink I tear up. I feel the weight of it removed and it makes me think of everything it witnessed.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No!” I reach out and touch the hair that was attached to me seconds ago. It was just hair, but it also wasn’t. “Continue.”
His hand brushes my neck again and I try not to lean into his touch. Try not to think about how close we were. This was Harry Styles, not just a random dude. Get it together. Nothing was going to happen here as intoxicating as his touch was and whatever cologne he wore.
When he finishes my hair, it barely brushes my shoulders.
“I.” I turn around and face him. “Love it!”
“Really?”
“Really!” I turn back to look at myself again and I see his shoulder settle down. He watches me turn my head every way in the mirror.
“It looks good on you. The short hair.”
It did. My ex never saw me with short hair. It was like I was a new woman.
“I feel brand new.”
He smiles behind me. “That’s how I felt yesterday”
I turn back to face him, forcing myself not to think too hard about the foot of space between us. “Thank you. I know this isn’t how you thought your evening was going to go. But I needed this. So…thank you.”
Something flickers past his face. His smile grows smaller. “Yeah. This actually made me forget all about what’s waiting for me. So I should say thank you for distracting me.”
“No moping,” I open the door to the bathroom, grateful to get more space. “There are drinks in the fridge if you’d like. I’m going to wash out my hair quickly and then you and I are watching Gilmore Girls.
“I’ve only watched the first season.” He backs out into the hall.
“Perfect. We’ll start at season 2!”
When I get back to my room, jammies on and ready for a cozy night in, Harry’s already looking half asleep.
I tell him where to sit—I’d set up my room so that my bed is against the wall and the set of pillows turns it into a day bed. On the opposite wall I’d left it blank to allow my projector to play anything from my laptop. He settles onto one side and I sit beside him, making sure to leave a foot of space between us.
As I navigate my laptop to pull up the show, I feel fingers on my hair. I turn to him.
“It actually suits you. Look really nice.”
He rubs a strand between his fingers.
“I feel lighter.”
He drops his hand and rubs it over his own head.
“Me too.”
We smile at each other, a bond tying me to him. I hoped doing this could be like a last step before I can fully move on from the last chapter of my life. I’d already done so much of my healing but I still found myself crying at 2ams and staring at my bedroom ceiling at 2pms. I needed this—talking to a stranger about it all, and shedding the weight physically.
Now all that was left was to cozy up and watch my favourite show.
“So how many Gilmore girls are there?” Harry whispers as I press play.
“You did not just ask that question. Are you sure you watched season 1?”
“A couple years ago yeah.”
“Then just watch.” I pull my blanket up and feel Harry shift slightly, our shoulders touch.
“Thanks Y/N,” he whispers after a while.
“Thank you,” I tell him. Whatever we did for each other tonight felt like fate had put us in a blender and pressed power. I mean, me and Harry freaking Styles were together on my bed at 1am, watching Gilmore Girls and falling asleep halfway. I guess we’d both needed a fresh perspective and a friend, and this was a good a way as any to make some new memories.
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Things to look for when buying a new style T-shirt
T-shirts are not only the most comfortable and airy option for men to wear amid the sweltering summer heat, but they also need the least amount of work to pull off. It serves as an added benefit to using them to layer up your other outfits. These are a few suggestions you must follow if you want to upgrade your summer outfit.Ensure that you are wearing nothing but the greatest men’s t-shirts available.
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Chapter Twenty-Three - Hell if I know
Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader
You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.
Warning: PTSD/trauma response, Steve being cute
18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings
Chapter 24
Series Masterlist
Thank-you to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged and commented on this series! It means so much and I love hearing your thoughts!! Just two parts left now - to be posted tomorrow (13th Dec).
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You had finally peeled yourself out of bed so Bucky could debrief his men after the events of last night. He’d shown you the ensuite bathroom and laid out some spare clothes so you didn’t need to put last night’s back on (you’d asked him to throw them out). He told you firmly to come downstairs and have some breakfast when you were ready. Not that you were particularly hungry, but after you’d protested he had shot you a warning look and you’d buckled – not wanting to put a dampener on the mood after your morning together.
It was easily the best shower of your life. Bucky’s guest bathroom was impressive, a huge walk in waterfall shower amongst brand new fittings and slate grey tiles. There were array of fancy toiletries on the shelf, each stylish bottle probably the same price as your monthly electric bill.
The water pressure was intense, you closed your eyes and allowed the hot water to wash everything away. You took your time washing your hair, taking care to scrub every inch of yourself and wipe away every trace of HYDRA and that night. Every speck of dust, blood, sweat.
You lost track of time as you enjoyed the feeling of the warm water on your skin. After washing your hair you took a moment to lean against the tiles, which proved to be a mistake.
You weren’t sure if it was the feel of the hard surface on your back but suddenly you were transported back to the attic in the warehouse, folding yourself into the corner and holding tight against the wall as you hid and waited in the dark. Your breaths became short and laboured as the room started to spin. The steam from the shower, once comforting and soothing, suddenly seemed stifling and threatening. Fear coursed through you as you were struck by the idea that there was someone in the bathroom with you, hiding within the steam, waiting for you, even though you knew the door was locked from the inside.
You were bent over double as you finally began to push through it. Eventually you managed to regulate your breathing and calm down, switching the water off and wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel as you cautiously moved to the door. Nobody there, of course, nobody in the bedroom either. You exhaled, taking a second to adjust. You had a feeling that wasn’t going to be a one off.
The bathroom was also generously stocked with toiletries - everything a guest might need including new toothbrushes and hair products. After making use of the deodorant and toothpaste you pulled on the clothes Bucky had left for you, navy blue sweat pants, a t-shirt and a large hoody - a pair of boxers too. Everything was too big for you but they were comfy, and they smelled like him too.
You gingerly left the room with your wet hair and borrowed clothing. No Scott guarding outside any more, the house seemed quiet. You crept down the stairs, once again in awe of Bucky’s home. You couldn’t believe anyone in New York had this much space, your shoebox apartment could fit in this floor alone several times over. Everything was modern and looked brand new, pristine white walls and immaculate floors. He must have a cleaning team working round the clock.
You didn’t see anyone as you went down the stairs, crossed the hall and made your way into the intimidatingly enormous kitchen. Nobody there either, just every food gadget you could ever imagine and a table big enough to host a small army. But you supposed that made sense, there seemed to be dozens of people here at any one time. You fantasised about baking there, using the state of the art food mixer and spreading everything out across the many surfaces - a world away from your tiny kitchen at home, where you huddled everything onto your meagre counter with your well-trodden mixer running on nothing but sheer force of will at this point.
You fought your way through the seemingly hundreds of cabinets to finally retrieve a cup and then moved on to trying to figure out the coffee machine. Unfortunately you seemed to need an engineering degree to work it, so hadn’t got very far when you heard someone come into the kitchen behind you.
“She’s awake! How are you today, cupcake?” A cheerful voice called out.
You whipped around to find Steve walking towards you, grinning. He was wearing a slick grey suit, looking every inch the part of second in command.
“Cupcake…? Oh, ‘cos I’m a baker…yeah I get it. Clever” you giggled, rolling your eyes.
“I’m not just a pretty face”. He shot you a wink as he moved to the coffee machine and started pressing buttons .
“She’s got a bit of a knack to her, just need to show her who’s boss and-“
The machine whirred to life and he turned to give you a satisfied smile.
“Thank you, Steve” you beamed back at him. “Where’s Bucky?”
“A little caught up - he’ll be back later. Sorry to say you’re stuck with me for now. So, what we having?”
He takes off his jacket and rolls up his shirt sleeves. You blink at him for a moment before you realise he’s offering to make you breakfast.
“Steve…you don’t have to babysit me. I can make my own eggs” you chuckle.
“Eggs it is…”. He retrieves a carton from the fridge. “So how we doing this? Fried? Boiled? Scrambled? I can even poach if that’s what you’re into…”
“It’s fine…I can do it” you lightly scold him.
“Mmm sorry but I’m under strict orders here. So drink your coffee and tell me what how you like them before I pick for you” he says sternly.
“Fine. Scrambled, please. On toast” you sigh in defeat.
You feel uncomfortable being doted on like this. You’re very independent and used to taking care of yourself. This isn't you.
“Perfect. Let’s go” Steve replied, pulling out a pan and moving to the stove while he grabbed a loaf of sourdough.
“So is this how it all goes down every time?” You tease. “You distract the girls with breakfast the morning after, while Bucky makes a quick exit?”
Steve turns to you and grins. “This is the first time, actually”.
“Bullshit”.
“It is! Would you believe me if I told you most girls don’t even make it to breakfast?” He tells you wickedly.
“Wow, charming” you scoff.
“Well, Bucky knows you’ve had a rough night and asked me to take care of you” he admits earnestly. “You certainly keep him on his toes, cupcake”.
You blush at that, averting your eyes as you clutch your cup. You sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes as Steve hums and cooks. The toast pops up, Steve plates up your meal and brings it over as you take a seat at the kitchen island.
“Thank you, Steve. This is very sweet of you”.
“Don’t thank me yet” he shoots back, waving a spatula warningly as he puts the pan in the sink. “I’m a bit rusty in the kitchen. This isn’t one of my usual duties…”
You laugh and take a bite, humming with happiness as you chew.
“Good, huh?”
“I mean it’s possibly because I haven’t eaten in like…seventeen hours? But yeah it’s really good, thank you”. You smile at him.
And you are grateful. As much as you don’t like people fussing over you, you can’t deny it’s nice to be cared for - particularly after the last twenty four hours. And you’re touched that Bucky is looking after you even when he’s not there.
“Oh almost forgot….” Steve leans over to where he put his jacket and reaches into the pocket. “We salvaged this for you. Case is a bit cracked but the screen seems okay”.
He throws you over your phone and you catch it, thanking him. You unlock the screen and see a few messages. One from Wanda asking how your date went, another from Peter saying he enjoyed hanging out and you should do it again sometime (platonically of course). You reply to Peter with some non-committal enthusiasm and tell Wanda you’ll call her later as you have lots to tell her. It feels strange that their world is just carrying on as usual around you, while yours had changed forever in a matter of hours. Pepper also let you know she’d offered the Assistant job to the top candidate and was waiting to hear back.
You see the texts HYDRA sent on your behalf and the reply from Bucky and hastily delete them before you can fully react to them, wishing you could remove your memories just as easily.
“So you and Buck…” Steve questioned warily.
“Me and Buck what…?” you ask as if you don’t know what he’s implying.
“What’s your deal? Are you actually together now?”
You shrug animatedly as you eat your breakfast. “You probably know more than I do…”
And that’s the truth. You have no idea what is going on with you two as you hadn’t discussed it. Yes, he gallantly came to your rescue (although he was somewhat morally obligated as he was the reason you needed saving…) and yes you’d slept together again…but nothing had been explicitly said between you. From your perspective…you felt like something had shifted between you now. You knew in your heart wanted to be with Bucky. Really wanted to be with him. Despite his flaws, despite everything that had happened. You were still cautious but nonetheless drawn to him like a moth to a flame, unable to stay away. It was hard to imagine your life without him now.
Steve laughs and shoots you a ‘Hell if I know…’ look.
“Steve…” you ask cautiously as your fork plays with the last of your toast. “What did you mean when you said I keep Bucky on his toes?”
He chuckles. “C’mon cupcake, you know exactly what I meant”.
The two of you stare at one another for a moment and you feel yourself flush as you finish your final bites. Steve picks up your empty plate and takes it to the dishwasher.
“All I’m saying is he’s got it bad” Steve continues as he cleans up. “There’s a reason I’m standing here cooking for you”.
You nod, finishing your coffee as his words sink in.
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