#sorry to the person that requested some Christmas stuff last year. I missed out and was gonna do it this year. then no time. so next year? đ
Mini Silverborn Countdown
If youâve been around for a few years, youâve seen me vaguely mention a âSilverborn Countdown Challengeâ several times. Itâs been delayed and changed as many times as the book itself, lol.
If anyone wants sort of a low-stakes, very chill and spaced out version of this ye olde never tackled challenge to complete in the next year before Silverborn, I propose what Iâm doing:
Every 3 months leading up to the initial release, I am creating one thing based on each of the books.
January â Nevermoor
April â Wundersmith
July â Hollowpox
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Hi I just saw your page and I was wondering if you could write an missy x fem reader as friends and reader is there for the summer and they kinda get into trouble together and itâs kinda angsty but ends with fluff maybe.
Your the only person I found that write for missy.
And maybe you can make the reader a little autistic so like sometimes she canât sarcasm. (Iâm autistic and itâs so hard to find autistic y/n that I can relate to)
If you canât write it thatâs fine.
Hope your doing fine and having a nice day.
Srry that this is long.
Hi anonymous asker, sorry it took me a little bit but I hope this is what you wanted. Missy is my favorite character along with Georgie and Meemaw đ You are the first person to request anything for Missy so thank you so much
Always Got Your Back
My mom decided that we would come to Texas for the summer instead of staying in Montana like we did last year which was so awesome for me because that meant I got to see my best friend Missy Cooper. My mom parked the truck and I jumped out of the backseat seeing the front door of the Cooper house fling opened. Holding my arms open Miss tackled me in a hug of laughter and giggles where we tumbled to the grass. âY/n! I canât believe youâre here.â
âNeither can I, Missy. I have been so excited since my last day of school.â I barely broke the embrace still hugging her and grinning like it was Christmas morning while my mom grabbed some stuff and Missyâs dad and brother Geoegie come outside to help get our bags since we weâre staying at their house.
Missy takes me by the arm dragging me towards the baseball fields that her drove us to so she could show me her skills as the only female girl on the baseball team. Standing behind her I watched her throw almost all the baseballs in the exact same spot. âDo you want to give it try?â She offered holding out a ball to me that she had in her hands.
âMissy I donât knowâŠâ I shook my head not sure if I should or not.
The Cooper girl wasnât taking no for an answer though. âCome on. I can teach you. It isnât as hard as you think.â
Nodding my head I let her help me get set up. She stands behind me giving me the ball moving my fingers on the red stitch marks on the ball, drawing my arm back like she did a few minutes ago. âSo you just look where you want the ball to go and throw it with a little give. Okay, so Iâm gonna stand behind you and see how you do.â She stepped backwards while i launched the ball forward where it hit the fence a little off to the left compared to how hers were in the center of the fence.
âYou think adding another girl to our team will make you any better,Cooper. That girl couldnât throw if she had her eyes closed.â Whipping my head around I heard a boy say voice who was watching us from the outside of the fence.
Missy spun around on her feet. âWhat do you want Marcus?â
âI came to practice but I didnât expect to see two girls who canât throw worth nothing.â He scoffed toward my friend where I turned my hands into fists at my sides.
Snapping at him I dared my best friend. âYou know what I..I bet Missy could take your eye out without blinking.â
âOh yeah and what do you know about baseball huh. Why donât you go sit where the rookies eat lunchâŠbehind the plate.â Marcus walked up and gave me a little shove.
I stumbled back slightly confused at what he meant by that. Growing up I have never been good at sensing Sarcasm so I wasnât sure. âWhat do you mean?â
âSay Cooper how stupid is this friend of yours - ow!â Marcus got cut off when something hit him in the face where he held his hand over his eye and I saw a baseball at his feet where he was groaning in slight pain.
Turning my head around quickly I saw Missy was dusting her hands on her pants glaring at the boy she used to like in middle school until she found out he liked another girl. âMissy!â
âWhatâs a baseball player do when his eyesight starts to fail him?â Missy grumbled at him watching the boy rush to his feet and running through the fence line. âHe takes a job as an umpire.â
Rushing back over to her I gave her a half smile liking what she had done for me. She has always been there for me no matter what. âMissy, thank you. But uhâŠwas that sarcasm?â
âYes it was. And donât worry about what he said. With practice you can get better Y/n.â She holds my hand in hers grinning brightly dragging me towards the fence where she hollered for her dad knowing what would make m feel better. âDad, Y/n needs ice cream!â The three of us got some ice cream and I felt better afterwards knowing I was in for an exciting summer with her.
Comments really appreciated â€ïž
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Champagne Problems
Bartender!Bucky x Reader
Summary: When your ex-boyfriend makes a surprise appearance at your sister's wedding you find help from an unexpected source.
W/C: 4,642
Warnings: NO MINORS, Smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol consumption
A/N: Hey! I know it's been a minute (sorry), I wrote this for @saiyanprincessswanie's writing challenge using the bartender au! If you like this please reblog and comment and check out my other fics!! Cheers!
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You sighed internally before slapping on a smile for yet another group picture. Your bridesmaid dress was itchy and you already regretted spending the entire night in it, as the reception was just starting. But it was your sisterâs day and you decided that if what she really wanted was for you to wear this itchy monstrosity to honor her wedding then damn it, youâd do it. So you leaned in close with the rest of the wedding party and posed some more.
When the photographer had finished with his photos you were ushered to the family table and wedged between your mother and your aunt. You mentally cursed your sister for seating you with them because they were going to spend the entire night trying to set you up with someone while simultaneously lamenting that youâd dumped your boyfriend of 4 years just a month earlier. Your mother wanted grandchildren so badly, you didnât know why she couldnât just settle to get them from your sister.
âSweetheart, you and Steve were so good together though! Remember when he surprised you at Christmas with that puppy? I donât know how you let a man like that goâŠâ Your mom chided.
You grabbed the attention of a passing server and grabbed the champagne off their tray. If you were going to have this conversation again you needed liquid courage to do so. You downed it in three sips and your mom scoffed at you.
âMom, we've been over this. I didnât ask him to do that, we agreed we werenât ready for a dog. Ugh, oh my god, anyways, we just didnât work together. Sometimes things donât work out, Mom. Youâll still get grandkids, just not from me.â You patted her on the shoulder but she just pursed her lips and looked past you to your aunt.
You wanted nothing more than to get wasted but you couldnât do that to your sister. You wouldnât get blackout drunk, but you were definitely getting drunk tonight. The reception was being held in a hotel and the wedding party had a block of rooms reserved so itâs not like you had to drive. You just had one thing to do before you did that.
The moment youâd been dreading had finally arrived, the toast. You held your freshly topped-off glass of champagne and brought your fork to it to get everyoneâs attention. Someone handed you the mic and you hesitated before taking it and nervously cleared your throat.
By what you assumed could only be the grace of God you managed to deliver the perfect toast about finding the right person and soulmates and anything else you might find in a hallmark card with only minor stumbles. Everyone clapped and your brother-in-law wiped a stray tear and everyone finally dug into dinner. You just hoped that would mean your mother would be quiet about Steve for the next 20 minutes and then you could escape to the open bar.
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You almost made it through dinner scott-free and sat back to watch your sisterâs first dance. Just when you thought you were in the clear it was your aunt that threw a wrench in your plans. She was three glasses of wine deep and had that glassy look in her eye when she grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer. She spoke to you in a low voice while trying not to fumble her words.
âListen kiddo, I know your mom is hard on you about Stevie but she just wants whatâs best for you. What you two had⊠it was so good even I liked him! I donât like anybody yâknow that. So.. so why donât you jusâ give âim another chance, make your mom happy? Couldnât be that bad, could it? Maybe heâll even⊠surprise youâ
You mentally blocked out her words halfway through her speech, hoping neither of you would remember it by the end of the night. Right now you just had to get her to stop so you could get away from the table. You didnât think you could take one more second of being shamed for leaving Steve.
You smiled sweetly and nodded in understanding towards her words.
âI know, Aunt Linda. I know. Sometimes things happen, I love mom but Iâll find someone else.â
With that you patted her on the shoulder and took off in search of the bar.
There were two bars and you wanted to go to the less crowded one. Looking around you had spotted it just past the dancefloor and made a beeline. Weaving through the now open dance floor and escaping the invitations to join your family you finally made it and leaned heavily against the countertop with a sigh.
âRough night?â Your eyes follow the gruff yet amused voice and find that it belongs to a very handsome man with a defined jaw, clear blue eyes, and long hair that was tied back.
You smiled and rolled your eyes.
âYou donât know that half of it. Nothing like a wedding to remind you how single you areâ You joked.
âAh. Yeah, thatâll do it. Thatâs rough. You look like you need a drink, what can I get you?â
âDealerâs choice. Just no vodka.â You requested.
He smirked and nodded, perusing the lines of bottles that were in front of him. He bit his lip as he concentrated on what to make and you tried not to stare. You watched him get to work on your drink and couldnât help but notice the way you could see his muscles move underneath his dress shirt.
He turned back around and proudly presented you with something fizzy in a highball glass.
âMy own concoction, I even used the non-watered down liquor. Just for youâ He says with a wink.
You try your best to hide your shy smile and accept the drink.
âThank you, how sweet of you.â You tell him.
âItâs nothinâ. So howâs a gal like you single? If you donât mind my asking. Seems pretty impossible to me.â
You're caught somewhere between flattery and embarrassment and just hope it doesn't show on your face. You take a long sip of your drink and gear up to answer him.
âWell, I just got out of a 4 year relationship, actually. Heâs really sweet but he always had a tendency to steamroll my needs and just do whatever he was going to do. Eventually that shit adds up.â You sigh.
âLike for example - last year we had talked about getting a dog and I said I wasnât ready, weâre just both way too busy and then on Christmas day he shows up with this puppy! And then Iâm the villain for telling him no! The puppy ended up going to a good home but he did stuff like that all the time. It just became too much. Anyways now my mom wonât get off my ass about leaving him.â You shook your head.
âA puppy? Wow, thatâs⊠intense. Thatâs a lot, Iâm sorry. You finish that drink and Iâll pour us both a shotâ He laughed.
You nodded in agreement and downed the rest of the cocktail. He held up two shot glasses and extended one to you.
âA toast, to⊠wait. I donât even know your name!â
His shoulders shook as he laughed and he answered you.
âIâm James but you can call me Buckyâ You made a face at that.
âWhat kinda name is Bucky?â You asked before giving him your own name.
âWhatever, Iâve got two shots of tequila, you want one or not?â How could you say no?
âA toast,â You continued, âTo you and your weird name, Bucky.â
He laughed and you clinked your glasses together, then against the counter before downing them in one go. You tried your best not to make a face and looked up at Bucky to find him extending you the lime chaser, which you took gratefully.
âHoo⊠I could use like, 3 more of those to get through tonight. So, howâd you get into bartending?â
âI needed somethinâ to put me through school and I figured this beats stripping. Though, with some of the customers we get sometimes Iâm not so sureâ
You laughed at that and Bucky went on to tell you anecdotes of all the crazy people heâs had to serve, disastrous weddings, and the time he got a lapdance from the bride herself. You hadnât even realized how much time had passed but you were enjoying talking to him, forgetting your mission to be drunk.
The two of you kept swapping stories and were getting to know each other a bit more. He let you vent about Steve and just listened, it was refreshing to talk to someone and not be told what it is that you should be wanting. When you pictured the night you didnât picture yourself confiding in the bartender tonight but if you were honest you were enjoying yourself. It beat awkwardly dancing with your family and enduring more disappointed remarks from your family.
You had hoped you could hide out at the bar and spend the entire night unscathed when the double doors to the ballroom opened. Your heartbeat in your ears as time slowed down around you as a blond head of hair made its way through the archway. Your laughter died in your throat when Baby blue eyes found you across the room and you froze like a deer in headlights. No. Nononononono this isnât happening.
Time has somehow come to a halt while simultaneously hurtling forward since you canât get yourself unstuck from this moment yet fail to realize that Steve is now standing right in front of you. His hair is swept back perfectly and he flashes you that million dollar smile of his that shows off his dimples perfectly. You scold yourself for checking him out but damn did he always clean up nice.
âHey, sweetheartâ he says shyly, as if heâs not crashing your sisterâs wedding to get with you.
âWhatâŠ? What are you doing⊠here?â You ask quietly, trying to avoid a scene.
Before he can answer you your mom comes up behind Steve and squeezes his shoulders tight, all with a big, bright smile on her face. Of course. How did I not see this coming?
âYou made it!â She exclaimed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.
âOf course, sorry to have missed the ceremony but thereâs still plenty to celebrate, right?â He asked with his signature boyish smirk.
Shock was still in full effect on your features as you stood stock still. But that shock was soon giving way to anger as you slowly pieced together everything that was happening. Your mom had brought back Steve to try and get you back together and Steve was steamrolling you again.
âI⊠I, canât. I canât-â You started
âSweetheart, how many of those have you had? You need some water.â Steve motions to the drink in your hand and you feel the anger running through your veins about to take over. You have to move this out of the room. Now.
âWhy donât we move this to the hall?â You suggested quietly.
You didnât give him a chance to respond before you started moving towards the exit but you did spare one last panicked glance towards Bucky. He looked confused and his brows were quirked in a way that made him look upset, almost. You sent him a pleading look before turning back around and preparing yourself to deal with this shitshow that had slowly unfolded before you.
Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Hold. You got this. Your hand begins to push the door open when Steveâs much larger one covers yours and gets the job done. An action that you once wouldâve thought was sweet, one that you wouldâve made you swoon, even, is currently pissing you off.
You two made your way to the hallway and you looked around before you started in on him.
âOkay, what the hell, Rogers? Crashing my sisterâs wedding? Really?! I donât give a shit if my mom put you up to this I-â
âSweetheart, please. She thought you might be having second thoughts and maybe us seeing each other would⊠patch things up. We just want whatâs best for you, sweetheartâ Steve attempted to console you, reaching out to try and rub your arm but you pulled back.
âNo! I am so sick of you running me over! You never listened to me or what I had to say and this is exactly why I broke up with you, Steve! Youâre being so fucki-â
âHey, babe, everything okay out here?â Buckyâs voice surprised you but not as much as his lips pressing a kiss into your hair and his arms wrapping around your waist.
You had to crane your neck to look back and up at him. It took all of two seconds for you to piece together what youâd hoped was the truth. Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as if to say âcome onâ and in all your desperation you went with it. You supposed that his formal uniform made him pass for a regular guest.
âI, ah, yeah, yes. Steve here was just leaving, right?â You asked him.
Steve raised his eyebrows in a stunned expression, mouth slightly open in disbelief. His hand reached out towards your shoulder but Bucky pulled you back gently.
âDoll, are you serious? Who even is this guy? Does your mom know about this?â
âNo, she doesnât. Itâs⊠newâŠâ You told him.
âRight,â Bucky cuts in, âItâs new so we werenât telling anyone just yet but she figured I should at least be here for the receptionâ
âSeriously?â Steve scoffs, âMan bun? What does he have that I donât? Câmon, you know what you and I have is real.â
âWhat you and I have is over, Steve. You never listened to me, always pushed me further than I was ready for. Weâre done, itâs over. Iâm sorry for whatever Mom told youâ
Steve took a harsh breath inwards and you watched him try to decide whether he should walk away or blow up. Based off of the veins popping in his forehead, he was opting to blow up.
âListen, I donât know what youâre up to but-â
âShe said itâs over, punk. Move alongâ Bucky cut in. He took a protective step in front of you and pushed his shoulders back, squaring up to Steve. Steve seethed quietly and you two exchanged very tense glances.
âIâm telling your mother about this. I doubt sheâll be happy to hear you brought some random person to your sisterâs wedding.â Steve spat.
He walked past the two of you and bumped shoulders harshly with Bucky. Buckyâs jaw tensed and his grip on your waist tightened but he didnât retaliate. Instead he took a step back to get a proper look at you.
âYou okay?â
âWhy did you do that? You didnât have to.â
âI know, but you looked like you could really use the help.â
âWell⊠thank you. I appreciate it, more than you know. I donât know what wouldâve happened if you werenât there.â You laughed to yourself a little and added, âWeâre not even together 5 minutes and you already have all my emotional baggageâ
Bucky laughed at that and shook his head.
âDonât worry âbout it. Iâve got some crazy exes too. So what now? You going back in?â
You became a little flustered at that but moved past it with a sheepish grin.
âNo,â You shook your head, âI think itâs best for everyone if I just go up to my room and avoid a whole scene.â
âWell at least let me walk you up. I wouldnât put it past that creep to follow you.â
âWhat about the bar?â
âWeâre overstaffed and the partyâs winding down anyways. Theyâll get on without meâ
âAlright thenâ You accepted and started off towards the elevators.
You two were standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to close when you spotted the doors to the ballroom open. Your mother was looking around, her face a picture of anger. Lucky for you the doors closed before she could look in your direction and you let out a sigh of relief.
âYou know as far as fake boyfriends go Iâd say youâre pretty goodâ
âJust good? Câmon I had that guy on the ropes.â
âYeah alright,â You relented with a grin.
You exited the elevator car and made your way down the hallway until finally you reached your door. You fished your keycard out of your wallet and turned to Bucky.
âHey⊠do you wanna⊠maybe come in? Hang out? I know youâve got work but if youâre overstaffed maybeâŠâ You trailed off. There was a beat of silence and you felt regret instantly, thinking youâve asked too much of him. âYâknow what nevermind, you donât have to, Iâm sorry I-â
âIâd love to hang out with you, if youâre okay with that. Plus itâs probably better I wait to get back until the weddingâs over. Canât really show my face as your boyfriend and then get back behind the bar, can I?â He said with a soft smile.
âSuppose youâre right,â You swiped the card and cracked open the door.
You stepped inside and felt like you could finally breathe again. You kicked off your heels and went to turn on the lights. You reached back to get the zipper of your dress but couldnât quite get there.
âWill you get my zipper?â You asked Bucky. He nodded and came closer to you.
You could feel his warmth radiating from him when he was this close. Your nostrils filled with the heady scent of his aftershave. He smells so good. He unzipped you halfway and left the rest for you.
You thanked him and grabbed your change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. Relieved to finally be free of the itchy monstrosity of a bridesmaids dress you sighed and put on a tank top and pair of shorts. You realized the tank top showed a little more of your cleavage than intended but you shrugged it off and exited the bathroom.
Buckyâs eyes landed on you and he took a sharp breath in but tried to play it cool. It half worked, you caught him staring a little bit and giggled to yourself. When you looked at him again he was undoing his tie and the first two buttons of his shirt. Wonder what heâd look like if he unbuttoned just a few more⊠You stopped yourself in that line of thinking and joined him on the couch.
âI think your phoneâs gonna zap itself into an early grave with the way itâs been going offâ Bucky said as he pointed to your phone on the table.
You picked it up to find you had several missed calls from your mother, one from Steve, and one very long text message from him that was already inducing a headache. You opened it, forgetting you had read receipts on. Oops. You werenât going to read this now in front of Bucky, so you shut it off and put it aside.
âSo how are you feelinâ?â He asked.
âBetter now that Iâm out that damned dress. As for my family, they'll get over themselves. I donât know why who Iâm dating is such a big deal to them anyways.â
âYou do look more comfy now that youâve changed. If you donât mind me sayinâ youâre just as gorgeous now as you were all dolled upâ
You felt heat flood your cheeks instantly and eked out a thank you. You and Bucky talked for an hour more or so and in that time youâd found yourself nodding off with your head on his chest. On instinct he brought your whole body closer to him and put his arm around you. If you were less sleepy youâd be embarrassed but right now you didnât care.
Bucky had moved slightly and inadvertently jolted you awake. You shot up and realized that youâd cuddled your way into Buckyâs side and now the embarrassment was catching up with you. You instantly scooted back to give him some space.
âSorry, I uh, didnât mean to cuddle youâ You said while avoiding his gaze.
You felt a hand on your thigh and finally looked up to find him smirking at you.
âI didnât mind it. Itâs getting late though, I should get back.â
You were slightly disappointed but nodded your head. You rose and followed him to the door. He went for the handle but turned around when you grabbed his hand. He stepped away from the door and was in your personal space. You looked up at him with a shaky breath.
âThank you, again, for what you did. It was really sweet of you.â He smiled down at you and brought one hand to your face. Oh God, I didnât prepare for this. Your heart was beating just a little harder as you looked into his clear blue eyes.
âFor you? Anytime. I had a really fun time with you tonight.â
âMe too.â
With that his other hand came up to cup your face and he kissed you sweetly. It wasnât until you kissed him back that he pulled away.
âSorry, I didnât mean to, I donât wanna make you uncomf-â
You grabbed him by the shirt collar and brought him in for another kiss. This time more demanding but just as sweet. He let out a small moan and you swear you couldâve melted. His tongue explored your mouth while his hands moved their way down your body and brought you even closer to him. You could feel that he was hard and it only made you want him more.
Without breaking the kiss you started to move backwards towards the bed until finally you were just at the edge of it. You broke apart for air and searched his eyes only to find his pupils blown wide in lust. You cupped him through his pants and he groaned. He was big. Maybe even bigger than Steve.
âWe donât have to do anythinâ you donât want to do,â He breathed out. You shook your head and kissed him again.
âI want you, Iâm sure.â You panted out.
âI donât have a condomâ
âDoesnâ matter, Iâm on the pillâ You told him. With that his hands were up your tank top and youâd helped him to remove it. He worked on his shirt next and while he fumbled with the buttons you took off the rest of your clothing.
Bucky was every bit as devastating as youâd thought heâd be and you let out a genuine sigh. His toned muscles rippled throughout his arms and torso and you watched him remove his boxers and youâre not entirely sure your jaw hadnât dropped. He noticed you gawking and chuckled as he leaned down to join you on the bed.
âSee somethinâ you like?â
He didnât give you the chance to answer though, he pushed you backwards onto the bed and kissed you again, this time trailing his kisses all the way down your body. He stopped and took his time to admire each of your breasts, licking and biting your nipples. Youâd gasped in surprise and pleasure. He moved his way down finally to your pussy and looked up at you.
âCan I? You could only nod and let out a shaky breath as you sat up on your elbows and watched him get to work. He kissed and caressed your thighs until finally his fingers were prodding at your entrance. He groaned at how wet you were and pushed two fingers in. You let out an obscene moan and your hands went into his locks. His tongue lapped at your clit before he sucked on it, all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you in search of your G-spot.
Youâd pulled his hair out of his bun and guided his tongue where he needed to be. Finally getting the right angle you were whimpering in pleasure, back arched almost to a point of pain. Heâd finally found the spot heâd been looking for and your eyes shut closed in pleasure.
âPlease,â you begged, âPlease donât stop Iâm so closeâ
You pushed his head harder against you and his fingers sped up. It was only a matter of moments until your toes were curling in pleasure and you writhed on the bed in the aftershock of your orgasm. Bucky continued to lap away at you until you pushed him off. He came back up to eye level with you and had a wolfish grin.
âWho knew youâd make such noises? God it was so hotâ
You pulled him in for another kiss and reached down to grab his cock. You pumped it a few times before you moved down to return the favor when he stopped you. You looked up at him with brows pinched in concern.
âDonâ worry about me, I just wanna feel youâ
He moved you beneath him and you spread your legs apart for him. You were still sensitive in your post-high when his tip brushed your clit but you didnât mind the bolt of pleasure. He aligned himself with your entrance and looked you in the eye as he pushed all the way inside of you slowly. You let out an involuntary moan, trying to accommodate his full length.
âYou good?â He asked.
âIâm good, youâre just...bigâ He smirked at that.
âCan I move or do you need a second?â
âNo, you can move, please move.â
One hand on your hip and the other on your breast he started thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You swore you could feel every bump and ridge of him with every inch he put into you. His pace picked up and he kissed the column of your neck, finding the one spot that drove you crazy. Your small mewls turned to full moans and he began fucking you harder.
ââM not gonna last much longerâ He told you. You didnât say anything in response, just brought him in for another kiss and grabbed a handful of his ass to push him further inside you. He chuckled at that and took the hint.
He was going the hardest he had so far and you were holding on for dear life and loving every minute of it. His panting breaths were heavy in your ears and you reached down to toy with your clit so youâd cum together. His thrusts were getting a little sloppier and your hand moved faster, quickly approaching both your peaks. He let out an almost pornographic moan as he came, He fucked you through his orgasm and not a moment later you came for a second time. Your bodies melded together as you rode out the last waves of each otherâs orgasms.
Finally Bucky stopped and held himself with one hand, trying to catch his breath. You were slightly dazed, trying to compute how your night had ended up like this. Bucky rolled over onto the bed and you felt the mess between your thighs. You looked over to him with a hazy smile.
âSo, I know weâre doinâ things a little backwards here but, maybe I could take you out some time? If you want?â
Your smile grew even wider and your heart felt so light in this moment.
âIâd like thatâ
You didnât know what tomorrow would hold or how to even begin cleaning up the mess with your family. Youâd deal with it all in the morning, for now youâd just bask in the afterglow with your fake boyfriend and be grateful for chance meetings.
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I gave you my heart (h.s)
Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader
Requested: Yes!
Summary: Harry is trying to propose to you, but his family is getting in the way.
Warnings: Fluff. Angst if you really pay attention. Language. Mentions of alcohol (barely) Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, sorry!)
Word count: 4.1 K
Authorâs Note: Oh how I missed writing for Harry! And a fluffy piece nonetheless! Who am I? Well, this is a Holiday fic (non specific) and Iâm also planning to do a 5SOS holiday fic by the end of the year, so stay tuned! đ» Reblogs, comments, feedbacks and likes are welcomed and encouraged! Please, I love to hear from you guys đ Hope you like it and Happy Reading đŠâš
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Picture form Pinterest. Title from the song âlast Christmasâ
Ok i know this is cheesy but hear me out, Harry proposing on Christmas with his family around.
Harry kneeled in front of you. His hands were intertwined with yours as he spoke of all the grand adventures you had and how much he adores you while your eyes filled with glossy cold tears. He couldnât see his mum from where he was, but he could already tell she started crying as well while Gemma held her in a side hug, watching the scene they never thought would happen being displayed in front of them.
Words of praise left his mouth like a symphony, knowing that he will never get tired of praising you as the angel you were. Tears started forming in his eyes as he promised you a lifetime of love and adventure, hoping with all his heart you would say yes.
They all knew the question that was going to pop out of his lips any time now.
âSo, Y/N L/Nâ He said, as the fireworks started to go off behind them âWill you marry me?â
You wiped your tears with the back of your hand and with a smile you answered:
âYou better wake up before I leave you in the carâ
Harry opened his eyes in shock, cursing under his breath as he realized he had fallen asleep without realizing.
You were on your way to Anneâs house for the Holidays, just like you promised a few months ago when Harry finalized all his tour arrangements. You were very excited to see Harryâs family again, it has been a while since you got to spend any time with them as you accompanied Harry across the world for the most part of the past year. You love them with all your heart and it comforts you to know that the feeling is completely mutual - Anne practically adopting you the minute you came through the door as Harryâs partner a few years ago and Gemma quickly becoming your best friend over the span of a few minutes, bonding over clothes, movies and embarassing Harry stories.
Harry loved how much you and his family love each other, for that is all he asked. For him there are only three things that matter most: His music and his fans; His family and, of course, you. He felt really blessed to have you in his life during all these years, knowing that you love him just as much as he loves you (although he would always fight that he loves you more) You were his rock, his best friend, his world⊠and he cannot wait to put a rock on that hand to prove that to you.
He got the ring a few months prior, but he knew he wanted to marry you from the first moment he saw you interact with his family. He still remembers that cold December night when he came downstairs looking for you and you were sleeping on the couch next to Gemma. You have been talking all night and were exhausted by the time you both finished that bottle of wine. He stood on the entrance of the living room watching the cozy scene with a smile plastered across his face. He knew he loved you back then, but his happiness at that moment was unmatched.
He was so entranced by the picture that he didnât notice Anne standing beside him.
âThis oneâs a keeperâ She said in a low voice as she watched you both with tenderness in her eyes. But Harry already knew that.
And now, as you were driving the cold snowy roads of Cheshire, Harry drifted back from his fantasy waiting to come true. Thinking back and forward of the little velvet box that is hidden in his suitcase.
âSorry,â He said with a yawn âDidnât notice I fell asleepâ
You smiled at him but kept your eyes on the road âItâs okay, love. I know you must be tired of the trip. That is why I asked you to switch seats and let me drive in the first placeâ
Harry stared at you for a moment, completely enamored by your thoughtfulness. He really was lucky to have you.
âBesides,â You joke âWith your driving skills, we might get to Homes Chapel the day after the Holidays if we are luckyâ
Harry rolled his eyes âOh, bug off!â He said as he mocked annoyance, but his laugher soon joined yours as you continued your way towards his childhood home.
*
You let out a happy squeal once you noticed Anne standing in front of her house from a distance, wasting no time on parking the car so you could run up to her and hug her.
âAww Iâm so glad youâre finally here!â Said the matriarch of the Stylesâ family as she crushed your body in a tight hug âIâm never letting you go a year without visiting us again!â
âIt will not happen again! I promiseâ You answered with a laugh.
She let you go just enough so she could place her palm on your cheek, caressing it in a motherly way âYou better! And in any case you could always run away from my son and come stay here for as long as you want!â
This is when Harry decided to interject. He was standing behind you, smiling at the exchange that was happening in front of him.
âOi! No need for that now, mumâ
Anne laughed as she went to hug her son, murmuring about how if he doesnât keep an eye on you she would steal you from him without a second thought.
After a few more greetings, Anne ushered you into the house. The warm environment and the smell of a homemade meal made you feel at home.
You always loved to come and visit Harryâs childhood home. It reminded you of him, the real Harry you got to know on a more personal and deep level. The Harry that let all his walls down and let you in, welcoming you to his house, his family and friends and into his heart. The Harry you love with all your being.
ââm gonna head and help mum with dinnerâ Your boyfriend said as he hung his coat by the door âYouâve been driving all day, love. You should restâ
He pressed his chest to your back and rounded his arms around your waist to hold you closer before placing a kiss to the shell of your ear. You hummed ââm not tired. I donât think I could rest till much later.â
âStill,â Harry said âAt least try to rest? Donât want you to feel sick and I know youâll hate to miss all the traditionsâ
You sighed âAt least that way Iâll get you to take care of me, right?â You smiled at him and he smiled back.
âAlways, darlingâ
You placed a couple little chaste kisses to his lips, pulling away from his grasp before he started to try and deepend them as he always does ââm gonna go unpack my suitcase then. Want me to unpack yours?â
Harry was about to answer when the alarms in his head went off, reminding him of the little box you should definitely not find âUh, n-no. I have to show something to my mumâ He lied âIâll unpack my stuff later. Thank you, thoughâ
His response got you a little confused, but you just shrug your shoulders and turned around towards the guest room, aka: Harryâs old room. Letting Harry let out a relief breath once you went out of sight. This was going to be a long holiday.
*
Gemma arrived later that night. She didnât even put her luggage on the ground before she caught your eye and ran to hug you.
âOh my godâ She said, hugging you tighter âI have so much to tell you!â
âOh sure,â Harry said, walking towards her as she almost left you out of breath âIâm just your brother who you havenât seen in a long time⊠Why should I get a hug?â
The older Styles rolled her eyes âBecause I see you in every social media post there is you dork! Besides, I have had Y/N in my life rather recently compared to living with you under the same roof for almost seventeen yearsâ
Harry placed his hand over his heart and mocked a hurt expression, making his sister laugh before she moved on to wrap him into a hug.
âI missed you, you wankerâ She said, hiding some love in the insult.
âMe too, jerkâ
âBut I missed Y/N moreâ She said with a grin, pulling away from Harry and turning back to you. Intertwining your arms so youâd walk together into the living room âSo, I was telling youâŠâ
Hours flew by and before youâd realized it was almost 2 am when you and Gemma made your ways to your respected rooms. You noticed that Harry went to bed a little earlier and you guessed he would be asleep by now.
You found your boyfriend safe and tucked away in dreams once you opened the door. You smiled to yourself as you admired his sleeping figure sprawled all over the bed with one arm spread over your side, waiting for you to cuddle up against it.
A yawn flew through you as the exhaustion of the day settled in. You quickly changed into your cozy pajamas, did your nighttime routine and layed in bed next to Harry, who, as soon as he felt you by his side, pulled your body closer to him.
âHiâ He said in a whisper, kissing the shell of your ear.
âI thought you were sleeping, Hâ You giggled as you felt his hand caress your side.
âCouldnât sleep well without you, you know thatâ
And indeed you did. Harry always complained whenever he was on tour that he missed you too much and that he needed you even more âI just feel better when Iâm with you, love. I do better. Itâs like you are my lucky charm or somethingâ Heâd always said before he convinced you to travel the world with him. And, to be honest, you did not need that much convincing. If you could spend all your living days with Harry, you would.
âWhaâ time is it anyways?â He asked.
âLateâ You shrugged, turning your body so you were facing him âIâm sorry. We didnât realize we spent all night talkingâ
Harry furrowed his eyebrows âWhy are you apologizing for? I love when you spend time with my familyâ
âBut I almost didnât spend time with you!â
Harry chuckled âItâs okay, love. I know how my mum and sister can get whenever you are around. They love you almost as much as I doâ
âWell, Gemma did say she loved me more....â You teased, making Harry scoff.
âNot possibleâ He pressed his lips to yours, trying to make your worry disappear ââm serious, though. Donât be sorry for spending too much time with them. I swear it 's fine. We could have time for ourselves at any point of the Holidayâ
You murmured a soft âokayâ before drifting into a peaceful sleep. Harry watched you sleep for a few minutes, taking in the joyful peace that your presence gifted to him whenever you were around. Thinking about how he cannot wait to make you an official Styles.
However, that was not going to be an easy job.
*
As the day passed, you and Harry had less and less time for yourselves as Anne and Gemma got you two completely busy with different activities. From getting the groceries, to help one of them decorate the house or even to just take a walk. You were never not doing something.
And it wasnât like a bad thing either. On the contrary, you were having the time of your life sharing all of these amazing traditions with Harryâs family. They made you feel welcome and cared for, something that was fairly new to you since you met Harry.
You loved decorating the House and baking cookies with Anne, and it felt so great to have a friend like Gemma around to take the seriousness out of a serious situation and just let you have your fun. But you would be lying if youâd say that you donât miss your boyfriend.
Even though Harry was always just mere feet from you, he was also caught up in various activities and could barely spend any time with you and that was making him frustrated.
The Holidays were stressful enough, but for Harry this took a whole other level when he thought about the proposal and how many times he failed at getting you two alone so he could do it.
The first miss opportunity came when it started snowing the day after your arrival. He knew how much you loved snow because, in your own words, it made it all seem magical. So when he woke up early that day, he decided that now was the time and that he was ready to pop up the big question. He was going to ask you to play in the snow - just like you usually do - and make a snowman. But the surprise would come with the ring that would be on the snowmanâs finger, ready to be placed on your hand if you said yes. Sadly, when you two got ready to go and play, Anne solicited yours and Harryâs help to go and take some food to the shelter that was not so far away from here, a tradition the Stylesâ family have been doing since Harry was a baby. When you came back, most of the snow had melted and you were too tired to even think of going outside again.
The second time Harryâs plan got held up was on a frosty night. He had prepared a cozy inside picnic in front of the fireplace for only you and him. He knew that Anne would be out with some of her friends and that Gemma had plans to meet up with someone on a date, so they wouldnât be able to interrupt in any way. He got a bottle of wine, a charcuterie board, some chocolate covered strawberries, a fluffy blanket and some candles to light up the dark room. He also made you change in your pajamas so youâll be even more comfortable during the date. Everything went according to plan, his hand almost reaching for the velvet box he hid under one of the couchâs cushions when Gemma came early from her date, completely ruining the moment as she came into the room fuming because she got stood up. Needless to say he did not propose that night.
Harry was convinced that the third time was the charm. Since it was obvious he couldnât propose in the house without being rudely interrupted every time, he was going to take you out for lunch and then go ice skating, one of your favorite winter activities. Yes, he was aware that it wasnât his most elaborated plans, but he didnât know what to do. Plus, he had talked to the owner of the ice skating pit beforehand, asking him to please let them have at least one hour of privacy so he could propose in peace. The owner even promised him to play the playlist Harry made for you and to add some special lightning to make the moment more romantic.
Feeling excited, Harry ran down the stairs to give you the news of your date. But his face fell when he saw you getting ready to go out with Gemma and his mum.
âAre you going out?â He asked as he saw you put on your coat.
âYes,â You answered with a smile, but that smile soon felt when you saw the disappointment in Harryâs eyes âYour mum asked me and Gemma to go for a last minute shopping run⊠Harry are you okay, love?â
Your boyfriend closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he acquired whenever he was frustrated ââm perfectâ He mumbled, turning around to go back to your shared room.
But you were quicker as you grabbed him softly by the arm to make him stop in his tracks. Slowly making him turn around so he was face to face with you âDonât lie, H. What is going on?â
ââm just,â He started, but he couldnât even look you in the eyes as he tried to find the right words to say to you, almost feeling like he is failing you somehow âWe never got the chance to spend some time together, Y/N. You are always busy or I am always busy with my mum or with Gemma that I almost didnât see you this whole trip and I-I just miss youâ
Your eyes softened and your heart fluttered with his words. You missed him too, much more than you could say. Everytime you find some time for yourselves you get interrupted and by the end of the day you are both too tired to do anything else besides sleeping. You could tell Harry was frustrated by this whole ordeal, you just didnât imagine it would affect him this much.
You cupped his cheek and brought him into a sweet kiss âI miss you too, love. Very muchâ You watched how Harryâs green eyes softened, but they still held an unspoken sadness âIf you want me to stay with you, then Iâll stay with you. I donât need to go with them, you know?â
Harry sighed, placing his hand over yours and caressing it with his thumb âI knowâ He said as he gave a kiss to your palm âYou know how much I love seeing you hanging out with them and I know how much you enjoy it. You should goâ
âBut Harry-â
âGo, have fun!â He said in a cheerful tone as he brought you closer to give you a hug âIâll be fine, love. I just want you to remember this Holiday and to enjoy it as much as you canâ
âAre you sure? Because I can stay if you-â
ââm sure,â He smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead, âGo, darling. They must be waitinââ
You smiled back at him and pecked his lips before turning around and closing the front door. Missing for just a second the way Harryâs smile dropped as he saw his plan being shut down once again.
*
He wasnât proud of his last resort. He knew you deserved an epic proposal, something that could come out from an Oscar winning movie. Something that was as special as you are. And he was beating himself for ruining every chance heâs got to do this properly, but he promised himself that he would not let you - nor him - return home without a shiny rock on your hand. And a Styles never backs down from a promise.
So, with his heart almost beating out of his chest, he placed the gift bag with the other gifts that adorned the living room. Everything will be done tomorrow and there is no turning back now. It was now or never.
The next morning, you found yourself caught up in another Stylesâ tradition. You were all sitting in the living room wearing your coziest pajamas as you drank hot cocoa and ate some gingerbread cookies with a pinch of peppermint. It was almost time to open the presents and you could tell Harry was feeling rather anxious.
âDid you sleep well?â You asked as you curreled up to him on the couch that was facing Anne and Gemma, who were already starting to distribute the presents among you.
Harry hummed as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, turning his face so he was looking at you. He could swear in that moment that he has never seen someone as beautiful as you right now as you watched him with doe eyes, your hair a little bit messy and a thin layer of chocolate decorating your upper lip. He was completely and utterly in love with you.
âYeah, whyâd you ask?â
You shrugged âYou were tossing and turning a lot last night, almost like you were nervous or something. Are you sure everythingâs alright?â
Harry smiled âI got you, donât I? How could anything not be alright?â
You rolled your eyes at his cheesy remark, but quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek. Harry didnât miss the way your cheeks blushed.
âI asked Anne and Gemma to give us a day for ourselvesâ You said after a moment. Harry looked at you surprised. You couldn't know..? âI told them I felt guilty that I havenât spent any time with you since we arrived and they understoodâ You smiled at him âI got you all for myself today, mr. Stylesâ
Harryâs eyes filled with glee as he brought your lips to him, kissing you with all the love he could pour at the moment.
âUh, mum?â Gemmaâs voice interrupted the scene âI donât think this is mineâ She said as she opened a gift bag.
âNo? Itâs a jewelry bag so I thought-â
Gemma shook her head âNo! This is definitely not for meâ She said as she took the little velvet box from inside, making the room go completely quiet. In that moment, all eyes went to Harry as he watched the scene with horror.
âOh shitâ He said, untangling himself form you so he could grab the box from his sisterâs hand âActually, this is mineâ
All three of you stayed quiet as he grabbed your hand and kneeled in front of your sitting figure on the sofa.
âOh my godâ You said, covering your mouth that almost fell to the ground because of the shock.
âOh my godâ Gemma and Anne said in unison as they realized what was happening in front of them.
âY/N,â Harry said looking into your eyes âLet me start by saying that this is not how things were supposed to go. And Iâm not just talking about my sister opening your gift. Iâve been trying to propose for as long as this Holiday lasted. Waiting for the perfect moment because you are my perfect half, my soulmate and you deserve nothing less than pure and utter perfection, my love. And Iâm sorry I canât give that to you nowâ
You could feel the tears pouring down your face since the moment he kneeled in front of you, but hearing Harry say that he wanted to propose all along made you cry harder, how did you get so lucky?
âI knew I had to do this here, for this is the place where I knew I wanted to marry you the first time we came to visit. I have loved you from the very first moment you said hello, and I knew from that instant that you were going to become my favorite hello and my most painful goodbye. Y/N you are magic, my love. My lucky charm. Everything I do, everything I say or think or sing is for and because of you. You are my muse and my best friend. My anchor and my wings. I cannot live without you nor do I ever want to. You have bewitched me body and soul and I love you. I love you. I love youâ
You could hear the distant sobs of Anne in the background, but all you could see was Harry. Harry, your best friend and lover. Harry, the person who filled your life with love and light. Harry, who was now on one knee, with tears in his eyes and a ring on his hand. Harry. Harry. Harry.
âYou donât have to say yes, but I really hope that you do. Y/N, my love. I love you more than life itself, you have made me a better man by loving me the way that you do. Let me love you the same now and forever. Will you marry me?â
You nodded through the tears âYes, Harry. A million times yes!â
You swore Harryâs smile could light up the world in that moment as he slid the ring down your finger. But you didnât even look as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him like his mum and sister werenât watching, throwing the both of you to the floor.
Anne and Gemma started clapping, celebrating the new beginning of the young couple. Because these holidays had a new meaning now, since now and forever they will be remembered as the day you said âyesâ to the love of your life.
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Harry Potter x Fem!reader (house not specified)
Warning: suggestive themes (nothing overtly sexual), kissing, awkward Harry, mentions of scarring (Umbridge)Â
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alright this one is really cute and harry is so awkward and sweet and dorky and just đ„° but yeah i really like this one
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Harry was with Hermione as they returned books in the library. Really, Hermione was putting the books back whilst also complaining about Ron, and Harry⊠well Harry was just there for moral support.
âWas I under the impression that he and I would be attending Slughornâs Christmas party together? Yes. Now, given the circumstances, Iâve had to make other arrangements.â
Harry was surprised to hear this, to him the solution was obvious really, âHave you?â
âYes,â Her look was defensive. âWhy?â
âWell I just thought, seeing as neither of us can go with who weâd really like to, we should go together as friends.â
Hermione groaned, âWhy didnât I think of that?â
âWho are you going with?â Harry was now extremely curious.
But as Hermione started talking, something about not being able to tell him just yet, Harryâs attention had been stolen. His eyes followed after the group of girls a year older than him and Hermione that had just walked into the library, conveniently sitting at the table closest to the aisle he and Hermione were in. It wasnât the whole group that had a hold on his focus, no, just one girl that happened to be the center of the group. Harry felt his stomach erupt in the most ridiculous butterflies as he watched Y/n L/n throw her head back in laughter. Time seemed to slow as he watched her smile, hair cascading down her back and Harry couldnât help but think of a hundred and one scenarios of him, her, and his hands running through her-
âHarry!â Hermione hit his shoulder with a book.
âOw, Hermione.â Harry grumbled, hand going to rub the area on his shoulder that was sure to form a bruise.
His eyes shot over to Y/n, praying she didnât see the embarrassing exchange before he turned back to Hermione, luckily she was still giggling at something her friend was saying to notice the assault.
âWhat was that for?â
Hermione laughed, âIf you like her so much, just talk to her.â
âYou say that like itâs easy, Hermione.â Harry sighed.
Y/n L/n had appeared on Harryâs radar last year. She had come to DA meetings with her friends and was exceptionally good at most defensive and offensive spell work. She was friendly and funny and incredibly beautiful, the kind of beautiful that was beyond just her looks. Harry was sure if she had walked into a room full of strangers everyone would turn to look, it was late one night when Harry decided to call it her âauraâ. Even so, Harry had been so stressed about DA meetings he didnât really develop a crush on her until one day he had gone to help Fred and George with a defensive spell and they were standing with her mid conversation. It was quite clear that Fred had been putting all the moves on her, George going about it with more of a subtle approach, yet Harry noticed she was nothing but friendly. And when he walked up to them, Y/n had turned to him with the most dazzling smile and a gentle hand to his bicep. Harry definitely understood why Fred was so grumpy when he was rejected after the meeting, but Harry also had never been able to produce a patronus so easily the next meeting when he saw Y/n again, Fred free.
From then on Harry swore no one could hold a candle to her, he was sure veelas were created with Y/n L/n as inspiration. Ron definitely made fun of him for his more poetic bouts of professing his love to an imaginary Y/n that lived in his dorm. To say Harry was less than smooth when talking to Y/n was an understatement, so heâs resorted to avoiding most interactions with her.
âIt is that easy. People are calling you âThe Chosen Oneâ sheâs probably just too shy to talk to you herself.â Hermione said, bringing him out of his thoughts again.
âThatâs not true.â
âThink about it, Harry. It seems like all the girls this year are trying to go after you. LikeâŠthere, see that girl over there?â She asked, subtly motioning to a girl with curly hair on the opposite side of the room.
Harry nodded.
âThatâs Romilda Vane, I overheard her and some other girls in the bathroom. They were planning how to slip you a love potion.â
âReally?â This was all news to Harry.
Hermione scoffed, âSheâs only interested in you because she thinks youâre the chosen one.â
âBut I am the chosen one.â
He received another hit to the shoulder, the same book and girl the cause of his pain.
âRight, sorry.â
âAll Iâm saying is, you could use it to your advantage.â Hermione suggested.
Harry grumbled again, âI doubt she cares, Hermione. She hasnât tried to slip me anything, we barely talk.â
âYou barely talk,â Hermione turned to put a book on a shelf. âBecause you donât try to talk to her. You canât expect her to just fall to your feet, she seems like she knows her worth and isnât going to beg you to date her.â
âIt wouldnât be...falling at my feet⊠it would be showing interest.â Harry said matter-of-factly.
Hermione shook her head, âBoys donât understand anything.â
âWell, I wou-â Harry let out a grunt as his back hit something.
âOh, Iâm so sorry.â
Harry turned around so fast he almost tripped, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline as he heard Y/nâs voice behind him. She was standing with both her hands out, one holding his bicep the other on his chest to steady him.
âY/n, I didn- you- how are- whatâs me? No, I mean, whatâs up?â
He was certain Fred had been smoother and he got rejected, he had no chance. But he perked up at the sound of her giggle, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.
âIâm alright, Harry. I just wanted to come say hi, you know since we havenât talked much after meetings last year.â Her face started to glow an ethereal pink as she talked and Harry felt his jaw start to hang open just slightly.
âOh, yeah, yeah, howâs everything been, thenâŠ.with you?â Harry stuttered.
Y/n smiled, hands now back at her sides, âIâve been good, missed the D.A., ya know? What about you, Harry, have you been alright with everything?â
âOh, yeah, great, fantastic. I am the chosen one. Wait! No, I didnât mean like- I donât know why I said that.â
Y/n nodded and let out a chuckle at the way Harry fumbled.
âIâve heard. Good on you for finally getting the Prophet to listen. Anyway, I shou-â
âGo to Slug Club with me.â
Hermione couldnât hold her laugh at the confused expression on Y/nâs face, or the completely mortified look Harry was sporting.
Harry calmed himself before clarifying, âProfessor Slughorn has these...parties, and he told us to bring someone along for the Christmas party. I was wondering if youâd like to come with me⊠to the party?â
âOh-â
âYou donât have to, itâs alright, really. Iâll ju-â
He was cut off by Y/n putting a hand on his shoulder as she spoke, âIâd love to go with you.â
âBrilliant!â Harry smiled, day suddenly brighter and mood better.
She then turned to Hermione and asked if sheâd be there too, to which Hermione responded with a grumbled âunfortunatelyâ before bringing a smile back to her face to tell Y/n she would be excited to see her.
--
Harry was beyond nervous, his palms were slick with sweat and his hair was far from as tame as he wouldâve liked. The Christmas party was in an hour and he had to meet Y/n in half, his nerves were on fire at the thought of being with her all night. Of course, heâd have to talk to her and sheâd walk in with him with her arm in his. Or was that too cliche? Would she think of this as a date? Was it a date? Harry knew he wanted it to be a date, Merlin, did he want it to be a date.
âYouâre thinking about it too much, mate.â Ron piped up from his bed.
âBut is it a date?â Harry asked, turning to Ron.
Ron shrugged, âSure it is.â
âReally?â
âYeah, sure. Youâre a bloke, sheâs a girl, you guys are going to a Christmas dinner. Yeah, Iâd say itâs a date.â
This didnât help Harryâs nerves, but an idea flashed through his mind as his eyes skimmed over his trunk.
âMaybe I should drink the liquid luck? Get lucky.â
Ron gave him a suggestive look that made his cheeks heat up, âThatâs not what I mean. I ju-â
âIf you got her to say yes without the stuff, Iâd say the hard part is over. Bloody hell, I can't wait until Fred finds out youâre dating Y/n L/n. Can I be the one to tell him?â
Harry was quick to shake his head, âNo. Her and I arenât dating. Itâs just one Christmas party.â
--
Just one Christmas party his arse, Harry thought as he watched Y/n make her way to him from her common room entry. Y/nâs dress was a dark blue, almost black, satin that hugged her body enviously close and fell all the way to the floor. Curves, dips, and assets on tasteful display, yet it was Y/nâs warm smile that made Harryâs hands sweat.
The dress had thin straps holding it up and a straight, slouchy neckline. Y/n had her arms, neck, and most of her chest exposed; sheâd be lying if she said that she didnât bring a cover up in hopes that Harry would offer his jacket.
âReady to go?â Y/n asked bringing Harry out of scenario number sixty-seven.
Scenario number sixty seven was a personal favorite of Harryâs, just newly sprouted, it consisted of him and Y/n in a dark corridor getting rather familiar.
âYe-Yeah. You look beautiful, Y/n.â Harry complimented.
It was Y/nâs turn to fumble as she muttered out a thank you, her bashful expression giving Harry enough of a confidence boost to put his arm around her waist to guide her to the party.
Slughorn's party had been in full swing by the time they had arrived, Harry had guided her through the long way in hopes of getting to keep his arm around her waist just that much longer. Y/n, of course, had caught on to Harryâs scenic route but kept it to herself, she had liked being alone with the raven haired boy.
A few of the party goers Y/n recognized, but made no move to go say hi as she was content standing with Harry who had started a conversation with Slughorn. The rest of the party went as such, Harry and Y/n joined at the hip, usually found in whispered conversations in dimly lit corners. Harry had gotten much more confident as the night progressed, conversation with Y/n seemed to flow exceptionally well. He had learned that she was not only insanely attractive but a huge fan of the Holyhead Harpies, loved potions class (regardless of who was teaching it), and she was incredibly witty and dorky. Harry learned that she was absolutely perfect.
â-after that I probably slipped down a good five or six steps and landed right at Umbridgeâs feet. She didnât like that very much.â Y/n laughed, right hand subconsciously going to touch the top of her left.
Harry gave her a look of disbelief catching the movement, âShe didnât set the quill on you for that did she?â
âYeah, but itâs alright. Iâm still here aren't I?â She smiled, hoping to calm the look of worry that had flashed across Harryâs face.
He didnât respond to her attempt of calming him, instead going to grab her hand. He raised the back of her hand to the light and tried to read the words that were etched into her hand but let out a sound of confusion.
âI canât read itâŠâ He said more to himself but Y/n heard.
She came out of her haze, brought on by Harry holding her hand so gently and carefully.
âThatâs because thereâs two sentences overlapping. The first one says âI must behave like a lady when in publicâ and the second one-â
Harry connected the dots, guilt starting to eat away at his insides as he cut her off, âThe D.A.â
âYeahâŠâ She confirmed, eye avoiding his gaze.
Harry felt all the rage he had felt for Dolores Umbridge returning to his body again, and he swore if he were to ever see that woman again he wouldnât hold back. Y/n could tell by the way Harryâs grip tightened around her hand, though not tight enough to hurt.
âHey, itâs alright. If I had known what would happen then, I still wouldâve joined.â
She shuddered as she felt Harryâs index finger gently trace over the undecipherable scribbles.
Harry seemed to realize how close they had gotten, and his cheeks burned as his heart rate picked up. There was a nagging voice in the back of his mind that sounded an awfully lot like Ron telling him to just make a move.
Youâre a bloke
Sheâs a girl
âHarry, you think theyâd miss you if we let for a moment?â
He was brought back to reality as he heard the words and he hoped to Merlin he was reading it the way she meant for it to be read. He could feel his cheeks burning as he tried to rack his mind of ways to respond.
âI- you mean like- like get out of here. With me?â His cheeks burned even hotter as he tried to find the right words.
He let an awkward cough slip as Y/n slowly intertwined their hands together, her move was confident but her face had an expression of shyness.
âWell, yeah I was hoping youâd be there.â
He let out a breathy laugh as he stumbled a bit, seemingly knocked back by the suggestion.
âOh- Yeah, I- uh- brilliant!â
Y/n giggled as she found the awkward boy in front of her incredibly endearing, and she couldnât help herself as she took a step closer to Harry, face inches from his. She could almost hear him gulp as she looked down at his lips before meeting his eyes. Luckily they had been tucked away in a corner, away from most of the prying eyes of the party.
Harry wasnât going to reject the new positioning but he also didnât seem to be able to move to further it along, fortunately he didnât have to. Y/n brought her hands up to cup his face as she gently brought her lips to his. Harry was kicked into action, his hands sliding around her waist as brought her closer, deepening the kiss. They stayed like that, lips smacking and tongues getting familiar for a few more seconds before Y/n pulled away, chuckling as Harryâs lips trailed after hers for a moment.
âThat was...nice. Not like a bad nice, a good nice. A really good ni-â
His jaw was once again grabbed by Y/n, making him swallow his words and look into her eyes as she smiled gently.
âYou donât have to be so nervous, Harry, itâs just me.â She said, face lining in to peck him one more time.
He puckered out his lips comically as she pecked him, face still in her hands, but he had no complaints.
âYouâre a bit intimidating.â Harry admitted.
âReally? How so?â She humored him.
Harry couldn't help but answer honestly, âYouâre beautiful and kinda really...cool.â
They were quick to leave after that, Harry guiding Y/n to a secluded corridor that really only those who had seen the Marauders Map would be aware of. Once far enough into the corridor, Harry pushed Y/n against a cool stone wall. No longer as nervous as before, seeing as it was clear she felt the same, he was the one to initiate the kiss.
It was with slow hands and friendly lips that Harry was finally able to live through scenario number sixty seven, and he couldnât wait to tell Fred that the real thing was far better than anything you could fantasize about.
And Y/n L/n made her way to her dorm that night, well passed curfew, with Harryâs jacket to keep her warm.
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Drabble Request: Anne and Marcy after her rescue
You know what, Anon? You get a 2,600 word draft as a treat. Thank you for your patience!
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Anne had read books before.
She wasn't the kind of person to read long-winding literature like the typical bookworms back home, but she did read whatever interested her. From magazines to comics to zoo books about bird mating dances, Anne liked stuff that had meat to it.
Give her enemies to lovers, she'd cheer at the makeouts. Give her gut wrenching biographies about surviving the Himalayas, she'd bawl her eyes out. And if one gave her story about being one's true self under the guise and acceptance of a duck instructor then she'd quack it up and never be heard from again.
There needed to be meat, drama, scenes of people kissing in the rain. Stories were all about getting punched in the gut over some random guy, and that would always be the best part!
So she had no idea why Cynthia Coven never stood out to her.
It might be because of the choppy writing style or perhaps fantasy wasn't her thing, but that didn't make sense to her. After all, she'd read anything as long as it was interesting and somehow the Coven books justâŠdidn't stick?
Sure, Cynthia had a pet squirrel. Anne could find a squirrel at the park anytime. Cynthia had spells, curses, people with talking body parts that shouldn't be talking at all. Okay, cool â ugh, why wasn't she interested? Everything about it seemed right up her alley!
She chalked it up to preferences and moved on.Â
But somehow, after all these years, the same book fluttered between the pages in her hands. And she found herself narrating, speaking the paragraphs out loud under the green canvas of her tent.Â
All because the bedridden girl beside her couldn't sleep.Â
It had been forty-six hours since Anne and the girls united. It felt a lot longer than that, if she wanted to be honest, but all the footing, fighting, and planning they did to get out unharmed from Andrias's castle had taken a toll on them. And for Mar-mar even more so, what with the amount of stuff that went down. A lot of explosions. Crying. Frog-on-frog violence.
So in this tent came privacy. Not enough privacy to basically stop Sprig or Sasha from barging in, but the makeshift walls were one of the most protected cliff faces inside the forests. So they were basically between a rock and a hard place.
And since Amphibia's nature became a hazard to not only the typical frog but aggro robot intruders, nothing got through as a threat in the end. Not even the huge mother frobo that she and Sash fought days prior.
Anne flipped a page.
The cold draft had slipped in and raised goosebumps on her umber skin. It almost seemed surreal that Summer started to transition out with the months passing, but the chirp of birds and the lack of cicada song had marked a new season, and now Anne shivered slightly with her narration.
Marcy's wounds needed to heal. From the remains of the stab wound to the headache to the numerous nicks upon her feet, if she didn't start sleeping then the medicine Maddie gave wouldn't come into effect anytime soon.
And if she didn't snore in the next ten minutes, Sash would have to knock her out with some sleepshroom grub saute and Anne wasn't going to let her get drugged anytime soon.
But from what was currently happening, Anne became unsure.
Marcy's eyes fluttered shut a few times. She would start drifting off at some random part in the story and then jolted back to listening intently as if nothing had happened. Nothing in the book could get her to sleep. Not Cynthia's introduction to werebeasts, her dramatic one-liners, or how she got knocked out for a minute straight from drinking a pint of Canadian beer.
Wait, could teens drink beer in Canada? Gah, that wasn't important!
What was important was that Marcy looked dead â terrifyingly dead â and no matter how much Anne tried to keep her eyes on the words, the fear clung to the recesses of her mind, asking if everything was going to be alright despite the girls' current luck streak.
That maybe this would be the last time she'd ever see Marcy alive. All because she fell asleep.
Anne leveled her voice when these thoughts struck her, and hoped Marcy didn't note the hitch in her throat or how she blinked faster to catch herself from crying.
Because Marcy was strong. She was stronger than people gave her credit for.
Anne peered down. Marcy's thumb had pressed to the side of Anne's fingers, their eyes meeting for a second; one harbored bags under her eyes, the other of worry.
"I promise I'll sleep." Her smile reached her gaze, the weariness plain on her worn out dimples and ashen cheeks. Anne might need a washcloth later. "It's been a long time since I've read the Cynthia Coven series, my brain can't help but pay attention."
"I know, Mar-mar." Anne closed her eyes for a second and let out a relaxed sigh. "Seven months can be pretty long."
"Tell me about it." Marcy's eyes lingered at the ceiling, licking her lips. "I've been so busy with everything that's been happening that I've barely caught up with the latest book."
"Yeah." Anne smiled. "You know they've got a new release out?"
She blinked. Almost as if Anne punched her in the face at that moment. "Are you serious? Aw man, I missed so much."
"Hey, it's alright. It'll be waiting for you when we get back." Besides, Anne already wrapped the edition in a lot of Christmas paper, might as well keep the surprise.
But Marcy still looked miserable. She pouted, letting her sink more into the mattress almost comically, and Anne bit back a laugh when she groaned. "Oh man, I'm so excited, this sucks! At least tell me if Cynthia gets over the Bridge of Quintessence."
"I don't know what that means and besides, you're two books behind, why would you wanna spoil it!"
They shared a laugh and carried on. Anne missed this. She did. In between the page clips and the eagerness flowing in Marcy's voice, it almost seemed like they were back to what they once were: Two girls laughing and making fun of bad jokes, giggling at stuff that didn't make sense in the story. It almost made the worries over Andrias and her parents grow into background noise.
Almost.
Anne perked up. A question had flown past her, and now Marcy stared at her, inquiry clear in her eyes. "Oh, sorry, I zoned out a bit. What'd you say, Marbles?"
"I'm curious, Annarama."
"Curious about what?"
Marcy's eyes traveled over her shoulder for a second. Was it the fatigue? Judging from how she fiddled with her fingers, the question must've been something serious, maybe something about Andrias or what happened back in the castle.
Whatever it was, Anne readied herself as she waited.
And then:
"Is that mine?"
Anne blinked. She ogled her book, then at the bedside table with its medicinal herbs, then the Thai Go logo printed fresh on her shirt. "What's yours?"
She pointed to Anne's waist.
When Anne looked down, the realization struck her like a bat. Under the filtered sunlight, she almost forgot that the yellow jacket around her waist was there to begin with, snug and tight in that hard knot Anne tied everytime she stepped out of the house.
And somehow, it remained clean from countless dimensional hops and Super Saiyan power-ups. And now it was here. Being scrutinized by her and the girl opposite her.
With that, she started to sweat.
Right, that.
A nervous laugh burst out from her mouth, making Marcy stare at her more out of concern.
How was she going to explain that?
"Oh, yeah! I almost forgot!" She rubbed her neck, trying her best to pick out the right reasons in her mind, but nothing stuck out to her. "It's a funny story actually, so funny that you'll probably forget in the morning so why not another time?"
A smile formed. "I don't know, Anne." Her eyes scrunched up too in pleasure, pressing her thumb against Anne's knuckles. "I'm all for sleeping to a comedy. Remember when we watched Borat? I laughed so hard I passed out."
"Oh, Mar-mar, that's not what I mean."
"Then what do you mean?" She then pulled her hand away, frowning. "Unless I'm pushing you, then I'll justâ"
"No, no. You're fine!" What wasn't fine was how her heart pounded against her chest. Or, that the more she tried to take a deep breath, Marcy's growing concern made her laughter sound more like an old man wheezing from an asthma attack.
Anne was about to make a dumbass out of herself and that was fine! As long as she stayed calm and explained then maybe she wouldn't feel nervous about this.
Wait, why was she nervous anyway? It was just a jacket!
Oh, she knew why.
"Okay." Anne placed the book down, trying to regain her breath. Might as well go for it. What was the worst that could happen? Don't answer that. "So you remember how I've been trying to find my way back after I got through the portal?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I didn't want to forget. Not like I would've but I thought you died and I knew taking down Andrias was the only way to avenge you and get Sasha back." Anne sharply inhaled â words speeding past her ears. "So I thought 'Hey, I'll carry your jacket so I don't forget' and I basically wore it around everyday until I finally found a way back. SoâŠ"
Marcy's stare didn't help her sweating as she spoke, giving jazz hands to finish it all off. "Here I am. Yeah."
Marcy continued to stare at her. She'd never seen her this gobsmacked before; usually she found a way to ask questions, to let her enthusiasm shine through with eager stride, but now she became a deer in the highlights. All agape. All wide-eyed.
Oh Frog, I broke her.
"Mar-mar, you okay?"
"So you wore my jacket as a reminder to stop Andrias," she asked slowly, "after months of finding a way back?"
Anne puffed out her cheeks. "Maybe?"
"AnneâŠ"
"Okay, okay, yeah." She hung her head, defeat in her voice. "I did."
"Oh." Marcy's eyes widened to the size of saucers, a shaky exhale breaking through. "Oh."
Anne stood up. If she didn't get out in the next fifteen seconds, she was going to explode. "Okay, yep! That's it for the Cynthia Coven series! Goodnight, Mar-mar, I'll check up on you laterâ!"
"Wait, wait!"
Marcy latched onto her wrist. Her ears pounded on, hard to focus with her sweaty palms and the shallowness of her breath. Because this whole situation was awkward and weird and it made her feel funny things in her heart and darn it Anne should've handled this back on Earth â not while they were stuck in the middle of a Frog darn war!
"Anne, please look at me."
She did.Â
When she turned, the sight surprised her. Marcy's cheeks had darkened considerably as they held each other's gazes, the hold on her arm still having them tethered to one another.
Then the touch loosened slightly. It didn't speak of fear nor did it speak of pain. It didn't speak of the desperation Marcy once had when she held her fists in the broken halls of the Newtopian castle. What Anne instead found was reassurance. A reassurance in their interlocked hands, at how they gazed intently under the tent canvas, a heat creeping well onto Anne's cheeks too.
"It's really sweet that you wore my jacket like that." Marcy then bore down at the bedding lines, almost squeaking her words. "And very clever! Yeah! Because a physical reminder is a great alternative to notebooks and to-do list, and since my jacket has emotional connotations to me, of course you'd wear it! It just makes sense."
Marcy coughed into her sleeve, words almost a whisper. "You've always been good at improvising, after all."
"Mar-mar..."
"And thank you."
Anne stopped. She could've honed in on the bustling Wartwoodians outside. Or the rustle of the forest trees. But she focused on the comforting tap of Marcy's fingers, and the gleam in the girl's eyes â almost as if Marcy was about to cry.
"You've always been kind," she murmured. Her fingers trailed circles on Anne's palms, leaving her to shudder slightly under the touch. Especially when Marcy's eyes grew half-lidded. Remorse on her lips. "And to know you worked so hard after everything I did to you and Sash, I don't how I'll ever make it up for it."
"You don't have to do that," she said. Her words drifted between them, remembering what Mrs. Wu said a few months ago: That Marcy was the best out of all of them. Because she always needed to be. "What Andrias did was not your fault, and I'll beat him again if he ever makes you think it is."
"Besides," she said, putting on a smile. "Having you beside me has always been enough. Honest."
But Marcy's grief remained on her face, unspoken as her fingers faltered their dragging on Anne's palms.
Because she wanted to hold her hand instead, both their fingers trembling from the bedridden girl's arm.
"Anne, I hurt you. I did. No matter how much I try to justify myself, I still omitted everything about what I knew." Her eyebrows furrowed, glaring more at their shaky hands. "I was selfish. I wasn't honest."
"Don't say that. You didn't know this would happen, I understand this now."
"But you're still angry." Marcy sighed. "I know you are."
The conifers rustled silently. The faraway bugs whistled, occupying each interval as they held hands, their gazes observing anything but the other. Until Anne couldn't think up a better excuse anymore.
As much as Anne tried to forgive, there was something frightening about the resentment in her skin, underneath all that warmth. It went against every lesson she learned. Every lesson of compassion. Or maybe she was just denying it for what it truly was â a tight angry wound that had reason to exist as much as their handlock.Â
Her body sagged at the thought. She'd gotten so far, trying to deny anything about herself would reverse so much.
"Yeah," she said softly. "I'm still mad. I don't want to be, but I am. But that doesn't mean I was gonna leave you guys in the middle of a war." The next words were under her breath. "I never wanted you guys to get hurt in the first place."
Marcy brushed her knuckles. "Take as much time as you need."
"I think a few months is enough."
"Or a year."
A smile. "Maybe more."
And Anne held her hand until the silence heard their heartbeats. Until their smiles returned slowly, surely.
"I talked to Sasha before you came in," Marcy said.
"You did?"
She nodded. "Mhm. And I don't know if she told you this, but we both agreed to a concordance." Marcy faltered. "An agreement I mean."
Anne snorted. "You don't have to dumb yourself down around me."
"Heyy, I'm not, I just don't want this to sound...clinical."
"Right."
The younger girl shuffled closer to her, which was surprising enough with the limited room on the bed itself. But when Anne held her eyes, there came recognition of something new. Was it relief? Worry?
"What we agreed on is that you don't have to forgive us. Maybe you'll be mad at us for a long timeâ"
"Mar-mar, I'm notâ"
"Let me finish," she said softly. Anne hesitated. She resolved to caress Marcy's knuckles instead, and, of course, she didn't seem to mind. "Whatever happens, whatever you decide, we're not going to abandon you. If you want us out of your life, we'll respect it. If you want us to stay, then we'll respect that too."
Marcy inhaled, slow and careful.Â
"And when you're ready, I'll make sure to be close by."
There had been times where Anne couldnât predict what her future held. There had been numerous moments where Anne wanted to quit, to get angry, to question how her life hit upon all these coincidences like pinball and found herself in the most surprising of situations.
But when Marcy finished, stared at her, waiting for her to let her statement sink in, everything seemed to click in place. For just a single moment.
Each word had come out resilient, well thought-out. Anne could imagine the planning so clearly: How Sasha and Marcy sat in the same positions as them, sat with their heads together as they discussed what to say. And the more Anne listened, she could only hope that Sasha was just around the corner, ready to say the same things in her own Sasha-like way.
But for now, they gripped each other's hands, squeezed their fingers until Anne could only think of the heat. The burn in her nose. Then the bit-back sob and her trembling lip as Marcy pressed a thumb carefully to Anne's cheek, rubbing the tear trail away.
Because out of everything Anne predicted to find at the other end of the portal, it wasnât this.Â
"You promise?"
Marcy smiled, the ends of her lips twitching weakly. "I promise this time." Her voice broke. "I do."
With it, came the waterworks.
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I wish you'd write a fic where EVERYONE WAS JUST HAPPY FOR ONCE, NO PAIN
Bold of you to request this after YOUR monster fic of pain, Lydia đ
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Luke has always loved Christmas.
Growing up, he was a spoiled only child â Christmas was his jam back in the eighties and nineties. Before he and Emily started arguing so often, the Pattersons were a normal family. A normal family who did normal family things, and going all out on Christmas was one of them.
He remembers how Christmas changed after he left home, how it became much more about the family he chose, instead of the one he was born into. How the last Christmas of his, Alexâs, and Reggieâs lives was spent eating drive thru McDonaldâs in the back seat of Bobbyâs car. How it had been perfect, because Luke was with the people he loves most, but it couldâve been even better if his parents were part of it, too, the way they had once been.
Christmas morning is supposed to hold its own kind of magic. A different kind of magic. Now that Luke has Julie in his life, he wonders if maybe her magic is all they need. Itâs definitely his favorite; it feels like way more than enough, way more than heâs ever deserved.
He wonders how much different â how much better â Christmas is going to be, now that he knows Julie. Now that she, along with Reggie, have inched their way into that small space in his heart that he never knew could be filled with anything other than music.
He can tell that Reggie and Julie are excited for Christmas this year. Reggie started singing Christmas carols before the Halloween decorations were even put away. And even Julie started to embrace the holiday season in late November. The holidays were still hard for her without Rose, but she insisted that the Phantoms still being a part of her life was something that deserved celebrating. It was their first Christmas back on Earth, she insisted, and she wanted to make it special.
So Luke⊠is trying. Heâs trying to focus on whatâs good about Christmas. What he has to celebrate, instead of thinking about everything thatâs changed. Because most change is good, and even though heâs missing some stuff from twenty-five years ago, Luke still has a lot to be grateful for, a lot that he never even thought heâd have in the first place. His life â afterlife â and his beautiful wrecking ball girlfriend and his boyfriend, who can make his heart feel warm even on the coldest December day.
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A pair of arms slink around Lukeâs waist and he fidgets, still on the brink of sleep, wanting to cling to his last moments of blissful unconsciousness. A head lands on his back, right near his shoulders, and the familiar scent of Reggie fills his nose. He takes a deep breath in and hums contently â a hum thatâs cut off by another person nestling into his chest, pressing her lips to his. He wraps his arms around Julie, pulling her close, content to be the middle part of their little snuggle sandwich for once.
âItâs time to get up, Luke,â Julie whispers. She pulls away from him; he feels her presence vanish and cracks an eye open in displeasure.
âWhâ wait, whereâre you going?â he mumbles, lifting his head up so he could see out the window. âItâs still dark out.â
âItâs Christmas morning, you Grinch,â Reggie chuckles. âWe gotta get an early start.â
The second weight disappears, too, as Reggie scrambles to get up and out of bed, too. âRayâs making breakfast. Willie and Carlos are trying to get Alex to eat the leftover Santa cookies⊠and thereâs a heap of presents to open!â
He stops by the doorway, still slightly bouncing in place as he continues, âCâmon, Luke! Letâs go!â
Luke finally heaves himself up out of bed, stretches, and runs to meet his boyfriend and his girlfriend and the rest of his found family downstairs in the living room.
Heâs met with another kiss from Reggie and a cup of hot chocolate, warm mug pressed into his hand â âSorry itâs half-empty, Luke⊠but you were taking so long to come down!â â and a mountain of presents under the Molinasâ Christmas tree.
With all of Sunset Curve, and Willie and the Molinas, too, Luke has the best Christmas morning heâs had in twenty-five years.
He revels in the time with his family and friends, bundled onto the sofa between Reggie and Julie as the rest of the group open the various brightly wrapped gifts from under the tree. Lukeâs heart flutters as his partners open the gifts he made them -- personalized mixtapes, as well as one new song each, on paper ripped straight out of Lukeâs songbook. When Julie kisses one of his cheeks and Reggie the other, he blushes, burrowing his head into Reggie's shoulder blade as Willie wolf-whistles at them.
Everything becomes somehow -- impossibly -- better when Julie presses a box into his grasp. She and Reggie share a bright-eyed grin as Luke studies the wrapping paper. He wonders what could be inside the box as he turns it over in his hands. Every instinct in him is screaming to tear the paper off â to just find out â but the way Julieâs biting her lip on one side of him, and Reggie is vibrating like a cell phone on the other, is too entertaining to resist.
âWhat did you guys do?â He asks, examining the shiny red wrapping paper with the mismatched purple bow.
âJust open it!â Reggie yelps excitedly, ripping the box out of Lukeâs fingers and untying the bow himself.
âHey, Peters, thatâs mine!â Luke reclaims the box out of Reggieâs hands and laughs breathlessly, pulling the bow off the rest of the way and ripping the paper off, too.
He stares down at the gift in wonder. Itâs a journal that looks to be handmade. And on each page as Luke flips through it, he sees all the Julie and the Phantoms songs, written out by hand.
ââCause your handwriting is shit,â Reggie explains. âJules and I took turns â we split up the pages!â
âAnd there are plenty of blank pages in it, too,â Julie says. âFor all the new music weâre gonna make together!â
Luke reads through the book â and when he gets to the last page, he stops. âReg. âHome Is Where My Horse Isâ? Really?â
âJules said I could!â
âI said I couldnât tell you not to,â Julie laughs. âBabe, Lukeâs never gonna play that song, no matter how many books you write it in.â
âItâs true.â Luke leans over and presses a kiss to Reggieâs pouted lips. âSorry, Reg.â
âBut do you like it?â Reggie demands. âThe book?â
âItâs perfect, Reg.â Lukeâs heart swells again, with affection and the joy Christmas brings. He pulls Julie and Reggie closer to him, one on either side, wishing they could stay that way forever. âThis whole Christmas has been perfect.â
Being next to them is all he needs.
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Office Neighbors - Part Eight
a/n: a very Andy heavy part, not proofread (reblogs and feedback are super helpful!)
warnings: slight angst, fluff, and smut
words: 15K
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âIâm not gonna let you talk to her until you both settle down!â Harry shouts at his mother and sister.
âWeâre settled, just dial the number!â Anne shouts back.
âYeah, the TV can only occupy all the kids for so long.â Gemma says. âSheâs probably waiting as it is.â
Harry was ready to throw up. He couldnât remember the last time he introduced a woman to his family, and it wouldnât even be a proper introduction since it was over FaceTime.
âOkay, okay, Christ.â He swipes your contact. âJust let me say hi to her first before you two jump in.â
You answer after a moment, you were sitting up on your bed at Phil and Julianâs. You made sure your hair and makeup were done, and your headphones were in, just in case there were wandering ears.
âHi, Y/N.â Harry smiles warmly.
âHey! Howâs everything going?â
âGood! Everyoneâs good. We all decorated my sisterâs tree last night.â
âOh, fun! Phil made sweet potato pancakes they were so good.â
âThatâs great.â He smiles.
âYeah.â You smile.
You see a hand smack Harryâs shoulder and you suck your lips into your mouth to keep from laughing.
âRight, well, my mum and sister are hereâŠâ He side eyes Gemma. âWould you like to say hello?â
âI would.â You nod. It was the whole point of the FaceTime, but you thought it was sweet he was being so formal. Both Anne and Gemma come into view and smile. âHello! Itâs nice to sort of meet you both.â You chuckle.
âSame to you, dear!â Anne says brightly. âOh, Harry, sheâs lovely.â She whispers, but you hear her.
âYeah, I know itâs not the same as in person, but this works.â Gemma says. âHope we didnât wake you up too early for thisâŠâ
âNot at all! I was up anyways getting some work done. Howâs the weather over there? It flurried a bit, but it hasnât been too bad.â
âFreezing rain here, Iâm afraid.â Harry says.
âIs that Y/N? Hi, Y/N!â Andy says as he comes into the kitchen where the meeting was occurring.
âAndy.â Harry sighs. âYouâre supposed to be-â
âOh, just give the damn phone to me. You know her plenty, Mum and I donât, so shoo!â Gemma snatches the phone from Harry, and Anne follows her into the adjacent room.
âWellâŠisnât that just perfect.â Harry says to Andy.
âAuntie Gem told me to do it, sorry.â Andy giggles and runs out of the room while Harry chases him.
âSorry about that, things can get a little hectic around here.â Anne laughs.
âOh, itâs no problem.â You chuckle.
âSo, where are you this week?â Gemma asks.
âIâm staying at my brotherâs place in Boston. Iâll be here until the day after New Yearâs. My friends and I usually get together for the fireworks and all that.â
âOh, that sounds like fun!â Anne says. âI canât remember the last time I actually stayed up late enough to watch the ball drop.â She laughs. âIâm usually home watching all the kids while Harry and Gemma go out.â
âYeah, we have a couple of parties of our own to go to. Lots of friends for Harry to see. Heâs quite popular amongst our group.â
âThatâs nice, you share a lot of the same friends?â
âOh, sure.â Gemma shrugs. âWeâre only a couple of years apart in age, and we worked at the same bakery growing up, sort of attached at the hip.â
âYou two were awfully cute. Theyâd even willingly wear matching Halloween costumes.â Anne says. âRemember the year you were Mario and he was Princess Peach?â
âNow thatâs something Iâd love to see.â You say.
âOkay!â Harry bolts into the room and snatches his phone. âThink youâve all chatted long enough.â
âYou got an entire meal with her family, I think itâs only fair-â
âMum! Lizzy wonât stop touching me!â
âIâm not doing anything!â
âSeems like your kids need you.â Harry sneers.
âWonderful, three brats.â She rolls her eyes. âIt was nice chatting, Y/N.â Gemma says as she leaves the room the scope out the scene.
âI better go help her.â Anne chuckles as follows out as well.
âSoâŠPrincess Peach, huh? You donât still happen to have that costume do you? I bet you look lovely in a dress.â
âI was five.â Harry rolls his eyes. âAnd youâre right, I look exceptional in a dress.â
âTheyâre very nice, your mum and sister. UmâŠis Gemma not married, orâŠ?â
âSheâs widowed, unfortunately.â Harry whispers. âThatâs why my mum lives with her, she needed help with her kids and I obviously wasnât around. It sucked, he had cancer.â
âOh, Iâm so sorry.â
âItâs been a few years, sheâs doing much better, but she doesnât date. Sheâs tried, but itâs too much.â
âI donât blame her.â
âDid you have a nice Hanukkah with your family?â
âI did! I refereed a game of dreidel for my younger cousins, it was pretty funny.â
âYou really like kids, donât you?â
âI love kids.â You blush.
âSuppose thatâs why youâre so good with them then, huh?â He was blushing too, but he was giving you that toothy smile you loved so much.
âI miss you, Harry.â
âI miss you too.â
âDadâŠyou better get in thereâŠLizzy and Ritchie have started to wrestle.â
âBetter go pry them apart.â Harry chuckles. âIâll talk to you soon, love you.â
âLove you too, bye Andy!â
You sigh as you hang up. You knew youâd physically get meet everyone someday so it would be less chaotic, but it was nice to meet them nonetheless.
//
On New Yearâs Eve you throw on a black turtleneck bodysuit and a pair of jeans with some booties. You head out with Phil and Julian once theyâre both home from work to meet your other friends at the bar. You send Harry a quick selfie, wanting to still look cute before you inevitably got sweaty and drunk. It was already the New Year in London, and Harry had sent you a selfie before he went out. It was sweet.
âY/N!â Your best friend Nora squeals as soon as you see her.
âHey!â You squeal back and hug her.
âItâs so good to see you, Iâm so glad we could get together for this.â
âSame here, I know hard it is for you to get awayâŠâ
âOh, donât be silly. Wouldnât miss a New Yearâs in Boston. Hi Phil, hi, Julian.â
âHi, Nora.â Phil smiles. âY/N, weâre gonna go get a booth.â
âOkay, I think Iâll hang by the bar for bit with the crew.â
You say hello to your other friends: Claudia, Mark, and Darcy.
âOkay, so, whereâs your man? Weâve been dying to meet him.â Mark says.
âHeâs in London with his family.â You shrug. âYouâll meet him eventually, I promise.â
âToo bad, Nora says heâs quite the hunk.â Claudia says.
You side eye your friend as she laughs.
âYou send me the best pictures, how could I not share?â
âHis tattoos are really interesting.â Darcy says. âNever thought youâd be into a guy so inked up.â
âNeither did I, but I like them a lot.â You bite the rim of your cup and smile.
âI feel like itâs been forever since youâve been serious with someone.â Mark says. âWhatâs it about this one?â
âYeah, doesnât he have a kid?â Claudia asks.
âHe doesâŠand I care a lot about him. His name is Andy, and heâll be twelve in May.â
âTwelve?!â They all exclaim.
âHow old is this guy?â Darcy asks.
âHeâll be thirty-three at the beginning of February. Would you all calm down? He had his son young, it is what it is.â You shrug.
âI knew you wanted to be a mom, but shit.â Nora laughs. âWhatever, youâre happy, right?â
âVery.â
âThen thatâs all that matters. Now, Iâm much more interested to hear how your love life is going, Mark.â
âSingle and ready to find some New Yearâs dick tonight.â
You all burst into laughter and clink your glasses. You all end up bar hopping a bit, saying goodbye to your brother and letting him know youâll be back whenever, which he has no problem with. You get pretty sloshed with your friends, and you ended up at a dance club. You were having an incredible time. The club had plenty of TVâs going so a little before midnight, you all huddle together to watch the ball drop. You all kiss each otherâs cheeks, it was cute. You feel your phone buzzing, and itâs a FaceTime request from Harry.
âHello?!â You shout.
âHappy New Year!â He smiles. You nearly melt. He was still in bed, and he wasnât wearing his glasses yet, and his hair was all floppy. âWhere are you?â
âAt a club, and-â
âIs that him?!â Nora shouts and goes behind your shoulder. âOooo, look at him! Hiya hot stuff!â
âIsnât it, like, really early in London?â Claudia slurs to Darcy.
âYeah, babe, isnât it, like, six in the morning?â
âYeah.â He chuckles. âI was getting up anyways, and I wanted to call.â
âAww.â You and your friends swoon.
âWellâŠI can see youâre busy, so Iâll let you go.â
âOkay! Happy New Year, love you!â You hang up before he can say it back.
âDamn, Y/N, heâs handsome.â Mark says.
âMhm, and heâs allll mine.â You giggle with your friends.
//
âThereâs my baby!â Paige exclaims as Andy gets off the plane. She throws her arms around him and kisses him. âDid you have a good time?â
âYeah! Grammy and Auntie Gem say hi.â He holds her hand as they make their way to baggage.
âOh, thatâs nice of them. You had fin with Lizzy and Ritchie?â
âYeah, we got to play the new game Y/N got me.â
âWhat game is that?â
âWhat Do You Meme, itâs a lot of fun.â
âWell, that was very nice of her to get that for you. Seemed like you got a lot of other nice gifts from when we spoke on Christmas.â
âMhm, and Grammy got me a ton of new clothes. She got me those sneakers Iâve been wanting.â
âShe sure has an eye for fashion, huh?â She chuckles. âSo, weâre going to grab your bag and then Noah and Rachel are waiting in the car. Are you too tired for lunch?â
âNo, I slept pretty well on the plane. One of the attendants sat with me and held my hand when we took off.â
âI love it when they do that for you, thatâs so nice.â
âGramâs not coming for lunch?â
âNo, she ended up going to New York with Auntie Allie for New YearâsâŠsheâll be back tomorrow.â
âAlright, itâll be nice then, just the four of us.â
âYeah, it will. Everyone missed you, honey.â
Andy actually enjoys his lunch with everyone. He and Rachel talk about their new gifts. It warmed Paigeâs heart to being having some real family time. The few days Andy is home is wonderful, and come Sunday, you show up to pick Andy up. Youâd be having brunch with Paige before taking Andy back to Harryâs. You made sure to stock the fridge with all his favorites already. You take a deep breath, and ring the bell. After a couple of moment, Paige answers the door.
âY/N!â She says brightly. âCome on in, you must be freezing.â
âHi, thanks.â You smile and enter the home. She takes your coat and hangs it up. It was oddly quiet. âWhere is everyone?â
âOh, well, my sister came back with my mom late last night, so theyâre out with Andy now having a brunch of their own, and Rachel has Hebrew school on Sunday mornings, and they usually get lunch together after that. So itâs just us two, Iâve got quite the spread for us, come into the kitchen.â
She really did have quite the spread. Bagels, cream cheese, eggs, juice, and fruit.
âWow, you didnât have to do all thisâŠâ
âOh, sure I did. Would you like some coffee?â
âThatâd be great, thank you.â
She nods and gestures for you to sit while she gets the coffee.
âIâm so glad we could finally get together to do this. I feel like I know you, but donât at the same time.â She sips her coffee and makes up a plate, as do you. âDid you have a nice holiday?â
âI did, yeah, thank you. Did you?â
âAs good as it could have been, I suppose.â She nods. âIt was weird without my dad, but thatâs life.â She shrugs.
âIâm so sorry, it must have been difficult.â
âIt was weird, all of the fun helped distract us, but I know it was really hard for my mother. The first holidays without them are always the hardest.â You nod at her. âAnyways, IâŠoh, thatâs a lovely necklace.â She points to your palm tree, and you clutch at it.
âThank you, um, Harry got it for me.â You swallow.
âThis doesnât need to be weird, Y/N.â She smirks. âYouâre in his life, which means youâre in my sonâs life, and I just wanna know more about you, thatâs all. This isnât a one way street either, if thereâs anything youâd like to know about me Iâd be happy to answer.â
âI knowâŠI have to admit, I was a little nervous to be one on one with you. I hope you know, I care a lot about Andy.â
âNo need to be nervous. Harry trusts you, so I do too.â She shrugs. âHeâs always been such a great judge in character.â
âCan I askâŠhow did you two meet?â
âOh, god, years ago when we were in college. He came to our school when he was a sophomore, and joined our group. I was dating this other guy at the time, but we became fast friends. He was always so sweet. The other guy and I broke up eventually, and then I canât quite recall what it was, but long story short Harry and I got together. I graduated a year ahead of him, but we made it work.â
âAnd Andy was an accident?â
âHe certainly wasnât planned.â She laughs. âIâll spare you the details, but we were shocked to say the least when we found out. I was already working at the law office, thank god, so I had some decent benefits and maternity leave and all that.â
âWere you scared being so young?â
âA littleâŠI was more so worried at the time about being so far away from Harry. I had started working in this area, so we were long distance. I was grateful he found a grad program in the area that worked for him. I sort of felt guilty for making him grow up so fast, but I got over it. He really stepped up.â
âHeâs a great dad.â
âHe really is! He was a natural right away.â
âAndâŠit just didnât work out between you two?â
âI was sort of stubborn, and a little resentful. He was getting to work on his career, and I felt like I was in a rut. My parents were getting to meâŠandâŠone morning I woke up and looked at him and realized I just wasnât in love. When we were dating in school it was just fun, you know? I hadnât really been given the chance to see if I wanted something future wise with him. For all I knew, he could have decided to go back to London, you know? It was awful because we were living together, and we had Andy, and I just couldnât figure out how to end it, and thenâŠwell, he asked me to marry him, and that was when I knew it had to be over, so I told him no and we broke up. I felt sick over it because I knew I hurt him.â
You blink as you take all of the information in. Sometimes people just werenât compatible, and that was okay, and maybe Harry had been looking at things with rose colored glasses.
âHis parents were divorced growing up, so I think he thought getting married would make everything better. We fought a lot, things just stopped being fun.â She shrugs. âBut that was all a long time ago, and we worked on things for Andyâs sake, and Iâd like to think weâre doing right by him now. He raves about you, they both do, and it makes me so happy to hear it.â
âYou really want whatâs best for Harry, huh?â
âI do.â She nods. âAnd for my son, obviously. I know at times it may seem weird that Harry and I are sort of closeâŠespecially after my father died, but itâs really not always like that. Itâs not like we text or talk every day. We only meet up when we absolutely have to. I think sometimes when we see each other more we fall into that old patter of friendship, but it doesnât go further than that, I hope you can see that. I love Noah, I really feel like heâs the person Iâm supposed to be with.â
âIâŠfeel that way about Harry.â You mutter and sip your coffee, but you donât miss her smile.
âThat makes me so happy to hear, you have no idea.â She gives your hand a squeeze. âSo, tell me, youâre working on your PhD, and then what?â
âHopefully become a full professor at some point. I really like working at the university, so I wonât be going anywhere once I finish.â
âI just hope they give you a pay bump afterwards. Harry had to fight for his, he honestly almost left when they said no, but they didnât want to lose him.â
âRight.â
âYouâre just on a yearly contract, right?â
âYeah, I canât go for tenure until I have my doctorate.â
âDo you have anything planned for while youâre with Andy?â
âI have a couple of craft ideas, yeah. Youâre not mad he wanted to stay with me?â
âNo, I get it. He was so annoyed last year when he had to get up earlier for school and all that. PlusâŠright now he still enjoys seeing my mother, my biggest fear is that if heâs here a lot he may not like the visits as much. Sheâs sweet on him now, but she has this way of saying these little things that eventually just get under your skin.â
âGod, Iâm so sorry, that must be so difficult.â
âIâm just glad she has her own section of the house to putter around in.â
âWould she ever go back to living in a condo or anything? Maybe thereâs some type of old folks community she could go to.â
âThey were living in one before, but she really doesnât want to live alone, and I donât blame her. As shrill as she can be, I know she likes being around people.â She sighs. âLook, I guess I just wanted to say that Iâm glad Harry has you, and Iâm glad Andy has you too. Becoming a blended family isnât easy, and Iâm sure Harry having to watch me move on wasnât easy either. He had started talking about you here and there, his new office neighbor, and how funny she was.â Paige grins. âI knew right away he had a little crush on you. Iâd never seen him play it so cool because Iâve only ever known him as a flirt, but I know itâs different when you work with someone.â
âAndy told me something similar. God, how embarrassing for him to be gushing about me.â You chuckle.
âNo, it was so sweet! I remember when he asked if he could bring a friend to Andyâs party, as if he needed my permission. We were very excited to meet you. Iâm glad things have been going so well for you two.â
âThanks, that means a lot.â
âYou and I donât need to be best friends or anything, but I definitely want us to be friendly, you know? I look at Noah and Harry, and I know there are times they have their own squabbles, but itâs nice they get along so well. I want you to feel comfortable here.â
âThatâs very kind of you, thank you. I definitely donât feel nervous around you anymore. Um, so, is there anything I should know about taking care of Andy for longer than just a few hours?â
âHeâll try to get more TV time, and he loves talking on the phone with his friends, if you donât cap it at an hour, heâll wrack up the phone bill. He wonât admit it, but he still likes the crust cut off his sandwiches. Oh! Youâll need to help him with his hair after he showers.â
âWhat does he need help with?â
âWell, thereâs this special mousse he uses to help his curls really come out. Harry uses it, so he likes using it. You need to dry his hair with a t-shirt, and then comb through it. Then you have to get the mousse in your hands and run it through his hair. Itâs best if he doesnât shower right before bed because then you have to let it air dry.â
âOkay, very good to know. I donât think Iâve been over when Harryâs helped him with that.â
âOther than that, itâs just helping him with homework and packing lunches. Heâs not one of those kids that needs to sleep with you if he has a scary dream or anything like that. If you need anything, donât hesitate to call me, alright?â
âAlright.â You smile at her and she smiles back. Youâre able to finish the rest of your meal in peace.
A little while later Andy comes in with his Gram and Auntie Allie.
âY/N!â He shoots over to you and gives you a hug.
âHi, did you have a good flight and all that?â
âYeah! Iâll go up and get my stuff.â
âOkay.â You chuckle as he races upstairs.
âYou both remember Y/N from Andyâs birthday party, right?â Paige says to her sister and mother.
âYes, hi.â Allie smiles and shakes your hand. âGood to see you again.â
âYou too.â You smile. âHello Lydia.â You shake her hand and you watch as she sizes you up.
âHello, so, youâre taking my grandson from me?â
âMom, please.â Paige says. âAndy wants to be able to stay at home easier with Harry gone.â
âThis is home too.â
âIt is, but he goes to school in another town, so itâll be easier for him to stay with Y/N.â
âYouâre always giving in so easily, Paige, you should have never let-â
âPardon me, but what are you doing?â You say.
âExcuse me?â Lydia says.
âNo, I donât think I will. Were you seriously just about to start an argument with your daughter about her son in front me? What is wrong with you? Sheâs his mother, I think she knows what sheâs doing. You may have zero clue about what itâs like to raise a child with someone youâre not with, but sheâs doing her best. I think it takes a lot of strength and courage to change up a living arrangement the way she did. It may not be my place to say because Iâm just the girlfriend of the guy who she used to be with, and I know you just lost your husband, but you need to check yourself lady.â
Allie sucks her lips in to keep from laughing, and Paige has to do the same. This was prime entertainment.
âMaybe she feels like she canât stand up to you because sheâs trying to keep the peace, but she shouldnât have to do that in her own home. You should be grateful she didnât ship you off to a retirement home. Iâm sure you have a lot of things to be angry about, but let it go. Your daughterâs made a wonderful life for herself, and I think you should recognize that before itâs too late.â
Andy comes down with his things, and goes over to give everyone a hug.
âThanks again for lunch Gram.â
âYouâre, um, more than welcome sweetheart.â She was in shock.
âSee on Friday, Mum.â Andy says as he hugs his mother. âBye, Auntie Allie, love you.â
âLove you too.â
âIt was nice seeing everyone. Thanks again for brunch, Paige, it was wonderful.â You and Andy head out and leave them all stunned.
âOh, I like her.â Allie says with a laugh.
âWho speaks to a stranger that way?!â Lydia says.
âShe had a point.â Paige says. âWho starts an argument in front of a stranger? And, fuck it, sheâs not a stranger! Sheâs Harryâs girlfriend, his serious girlfriend, who I happen to like, and Andy adores her. She was right mom, you need to check yourself. Take some time to figure out your priorities because I canât live like this! Iâm walking on eggshells in my own home. My home, not yours.â
âOkay, can everyone just take a deep breath?â Allie says. âLetâs just sit down and have a conversation without this becoming a screaming match.â
//
As you drive Andy to Harryâs, you hear him trying to bite back a laugh.
âWhatâs so funny back there?â
âNothing, itâs justâŠIâve heard my dad raise his voice at Gram before, and hearing you do the same thing just proves you two are a good couple.â
âOh god, you heard me?â
âYeah, but itâs okay. Thanks for standing up for my mom.â
âOf course! Sheâs a really nice person, she doesnât deserve to be talked down to in her own home like that. I couldnât just stand there and let it happen.â You scoff. âAnyways, what do you say when we get back we get you unpacked and then we talk lunches for the week?â
âSounds good to me. Thanks again for wanting to stay with me.â
âIâm happy to do it. Itâll be fun.â
âDo you thinkâŠum, if it goes well, that youâll move in?â
Your eyes grow wide and your heart skips a beat.
âThatâs a conversation Iâd need to have with your dad, Andy. Itâs sort of a big deal for two people to move in together. Iâll be honest with you, I donât think Iâm ready for that, but I really do enjoy staying over when I do.â
âAlright, Iâll take your word for it.â He shrugs.
You turn up the music and take a deep breath. Once you get Andy inside, and he unpacks his things you go into the kitchen with him to discuss lunches for the week.
âJust pb and jâs are fine, it doesnât need to be fancy.â
âI know, but I wanna make sure youâre not hungry. I could cut up some carrots for you and put some chips in there too. Would you like that?â
âYeah, whatever.â He shrugs. âAre you gonna make baked ziti tomorrow? Dad usually gets up early on Monday mornings to get it all together and then he just throws it in the oven when we get home.â
âSure, I can make that. I donât know if itâll come out as good though.â
âIâll get up early to help you, hold on a second.â Andy goes down to the basement where Harry has another freezer and comes back up with a container of sauce. âThis needs to thaw overnight in the fridge.â
âThank god you remembered, I wouldnât have even thought about it. So itâs pretty much just boil the pasta and get it together with the sauce?â
âMhm.â
âAlright, I shouldnât need your help then. What time should I wake you up in the morning?â
â6:30.â
âOkay.â You nod. âWell, I know you had a big lunch, so just let me know when you feel hungry and Iâll whip up something for dinner.â
âSounds good, Iâm gonna go hang out in my room.â
âIâll be up in the loft working if you need me.â You smile.
You: hey baby, Iâm at your place with Andy. Iâm gonna make him pb and jâs for lunch this week :)
Harry: that sounds great! Just make sure to cut the crust off, he wonât tell you to do it, but thatâs how he likes it
You: so Iâve heardâŠI had a nice time with Paige today
Harry: not too awkward?
You: not really no, although, I did tell off her mom
Harry: you did?!
You: yeah, she was about to start some argument with Paige in front of me and I was like uhhh I think the fuck not!
Harry: lmao good for you, like I said, Lydia can be a bitch
You: for real
Harry: what are you up to now?
You: Iâm gonna get some work done, wbu
Harry: just reading, the house is finally a little quieterâŠgot my big meeting tomorrow
You: I know! I canât wait to hear all about it
Harry: maybe we could FaceTime after??
You: definitely!
Harry: maybe we could plan it for when Iâm getting ready for bed đ đ đ
You: youâre an idiot
Harry: come on! Could be fun
You: normally Iâd be game for phone sex, but at the time youâd be going to bed, Iâd be eating dinner with your son, not exactly appropriate
Harry: maybe you could just send me a sexy pic then
You: a sexy pic?! How old are you???
Harry: 32, youâve got a shit memory babe
You: youâre not helping your case
Harry: just teasing!
You: mhm, Iâm going to do some work now
Harry: okay, okay Iâm sorry
You: donât be I just blah because I got my period this morningâŠso no sexy pics, but maybe when Andy goes back to Paigeâs we could get a little frisky over the phone
Harry: sounds like an excellent compromise to me darling
//
You get up early the next morning to put the baked ziti together, and then you get Andyâs lunch box all set. You take a quick shower, and get dressed before going to wake up Andy. You gently open his door and peep your head in.
âAndy?â You coo. âItâs time to get up.â You hear him groan. âIâve been told not to leave until you actually get up.â
âUgh, fine.â He rips his blanket off and puts his feet on the floor. âHappy?â
âVery.â You smile. âAny requests for breakfast?â
âOatmeal, please.â He yawns and you nod.
You drop Andy off at school on time, and wave to him as he walks inside. Morning one is done, you can do this.
Andy goes to his locker and puts what he doesnât need away, and grabs his things for his first few classes.
âAndy!â Brandon exclaims and hugs him.
âOof!â He giggles. âAlmost knocked me over.â
âSorry.â Brandon steps back and clears his throat. âHow was London?â
âIt was great, I had so much fun. How was your holiday?â
âIt was good. Connecticut isnât as exciting as London though.â He laughs and they both head to homeroom.
They sit in their seats and talk with their other friends. Their teacher comes in speaking with another student. Andy does a double take and his eyes grow wide. It was a girl with long, flowing brown hair. She had it up in a ponytail on the top of her head, held with a blue scrunchie.
âHey, whoâs that?â He asks his friends.
âNever seen her before.â Brandon says.
âEveryone!â The teacher says after the second bell rings. âLetâs settle down. I hope you all had a wonderful break. Today Iâm excited to introduce a new student, Caroline Stearn, I hope you all will give her a warm welcome. Caroline, would you like to say a few things about yourself?â
âUmâŠsure? Hi, Iâm Caroline, I just moved here from MaineâŠmy mom just got a teaching job at the university down the road and my dad also just started working at the university, but he works in IT. I have three older sisters, theyâre all in high school.â
âThank you Caroline, why donât you have a seat in front of Andy over there?â
She nods and does as told. She smiles at Andy and he smiles back. The teacher starts talking about whatever news the students need before homeroom is over.
âIâm Andy.â He whispers, and she turns around almost surprised.
âNice to meet you.â She smiles.
âI was new here last yearâŠbut I came from a school a couple towns over.â He smirks. âYou can sit with us at lunch if you want.â
âReally?â She sounds relieved. âThatâd be great, thanks.â
He nods and she faces back front. He looks over at Brandon who was making a face at him. Andy mouths âwhatâ at him, and Brandon rolls his eyes. Andy felt nervous, but he wasnât sure why.
//
âCarline, howâs your first day going so far?â Tyler asks her during lunch.
âItâs okay. â She shrugs. âEveryone seems nice so far.â
âDo you miss living in Maine at all?â Andy asks. She was sitting next to him.
âHonestly, not really.â She giggles. âWe were from a really small town with nothing to do.â Everyone at the table bursts out laughing. âWhat?â Her face was red now.
âAnd this town doesnât scream small town to you?â Brandon says. âThe closest arcade is thirty minutes away, same with the movie theater. Thereâs literally nothing to do.â
âMy class sizes back home were ten people max. Thereâs like twenty of us here.â She says shyly and takes a bite of her sandwich. She sees Andyâs and smiles. âYou donât like the crust either?â
âNo.â He smiles at her. âYou know whatâs funny? My dadâs girlfriend made this for me, and I didnât even have to ask her to cut it off. Sheâs like, psychic or something.â
âOh yeah, Y/Nâs staying with you, right?â Brandon chimes in.
âMhm, she told off my Gram yesterday. It was so funny. Sheâs so cool, Iâm really glad my dadâs with her. He can be so lame sometimes.â He rolls his eyes, and then looks at Caroline. âSorry, that must all sound confusing.â
âItâs okay. Maybe we could get together some time and you could explain it to me.â
Andy nearly chokes on his sandwich. He takes a sip of his water, and starts nodding.
âYeah, um, we could definitely do that.â
âCool.â She smiles.
âCool.â He smiles back, and then look up at Brandon who just rolls his eyes.
//
Since you had time before classes started back up in a couple of more weeks, you decide to go to the library to get some work done, rather than go to your office. It would almost be too quiet. Normally youâd just sleep in, but it was almost good you needed to be up for Andy, it would keep you in a routine. Lisa was hoping to see a very rough draft of your work once the second semester started.
You get a fuck ton done before needing to pick Andy up at 2:30. You decide to stop off at Dunkin beforehand to surprise him with a hot chocolate as a treat. The first day back to school after a break always felt long as a kid, so you thought youâd do something to potentially perk him up. As you pull up you see Andy walking out with Brandon, but also with a young girl. He waves goodbye to Brandon and hangs back with the girl.
âThanks for being so nice to me today.â
âItâs not like you made it hardâŠâ He blushes. âUm, so, you were thinking maybe Thursday after school?â
âYeah! It would have to be your house, though, weâre still unpacking.â
âIâll ask my dadâs girlfriend, Iâm sure she wonât mind.â
âOkayâŠIâm excited.â
âMe too.â
âOh! Thereâs my momâs car, I better go. Bye, Andy.â
âBye, Caroline.â
Andy sees your car and races over, getting into the back seat.
âHi, how was school?â
âIt wasâŠreally great actually.â
âOh, good. Here, I got you a hot chocolate.â
âYouâre the best, Y/N! Thanks.â
âYouâre welcomeâŠum, who was that girl you were just talking to?â You ask as you start to drive away.
âOh, that was Caroline. Sheâs new, I helped her out a little bit today. I was actually sort of hoping she could come over after school Thursday.â He mutters.
âIâll have to ask your dad if girls are allowed over.â You smirk. âYou might have to hang out in a more open area.â
âBrandon and I donât have to do thatâŠâ
âVery true, but even still, you and Brandon donât keep the door closed when heâs over.â
âYou got me there.â He shrugs. âIâm sure Dad will say yes.â
âWhen do your basketball practices start?â
âNext Tuesday.â
âDo you have everything you need for that?â
âYup, I got a ton of new stuff for Christmas.â
âOkay, cool, just wanted to make sure. SoâŠCarolineâs nice?â
âSuper nice, andâŠher smile is pretty, so are her eyes. Theyâre likeâŠthe prettiest brown eyes Iâve ever seen.â
âOh!â
âSheâŠshe gave me the butterflies, Y/N.â He runs a hand through his hair.
âAlready?â
âYeah, and now Iâm confused because I thought Brandon gave me butterflies.â
âWellâŠsometimes two people can give you butterflies, thatâs okay.â
âBut sheâs a girl and heâs a boyâŠwhy am I so weird?â He groans.
âOh, Andy, youâre not weird at all. A lot of people feel like you about boys and girls.â
âThey do?â
âSure! One of my really good friends Darcy likes boys and girls.â
âHow does she decide which one she likes better?â
âWell, she doesnât.â You shrug as you pull into the driveway. You both get into the house and sit on the couch to continue your conversation. Andy holds a throw pillow to his stomach. âIâve been around her when sheâs had a boyfriend, and when sheâs had a girlfriend, both make her equally happy. I think for her, at the end of the day, sheâs attracted to the type of person they are, so the gender doesnât really matter.â
âMy dad said something like that once, he says he just likes the person and the rest doesnât really matter. And then I asked him if he liked boys like that and he said no, so I was just more confused.â
âSexuality is an ever evolving thing, Andy. You may decide you like one thing now, but in a few years you could like something else. I know it all feels stressful and confusing, but remember youâre eleven. You have so much time to figure it all out.â
âSoâŠyou only like boys?â
âYeah, I guess.â
âHow did you know?â
âI donât know exactly. Iâm just not attracted to women in a way that would make me want to date one.â
âCaroline is, like, really pretty. Iâve never really thought girls were pretty before.â
âCould just be a sign youâre growing up.â You give him a soft smile. âCan I askâŠif you think Caroline is pretty, what do you think of Brandon?â
âBrandonâsâŠugh, Brandonâs cute, Y/N.â Andy runs a hand over his face. âI like his smile too, and I mean, look the bracelet he made me. I made him one too, but heâs not as artsy as I am, and itâs literally perfect.â He holds his wrist out so you can get a better look at the bracelet.
âItâs a beautiful bracelet.â
âCan you do me a favor?â
âOf course.â
âWhen you ask my dad if Caroline can come over, can you please not mention anything else to him? I donât want him to know about any of this.â
âAndy, he just wants to be there for youâŠâ
âI know, butâŠheâll just be so, like, after school special about it. Then heâll tell my mom about it, and I really donât want her knowing.â
âI donât know if I can keep a secret from your dad, Andy.â
âYou wouldnât be! Please, Y/N?â
âOkayâŠIâll keep this stuff between us.â
âThank you.â He sighs with relief and leans forward to hug you.
//
After dinner you end up FaceTiming with Harry. He speaks with Andy for a bit first, and then itâs your turn. You take the phone into the bedroom for some privacy while Andy takes a shower.
âHi.â You smile at him.
âHey, baby.â
âHow was your meeting?â
âCould not have gone better.â
âReally? Thatâs great!â
âThey loved what I had, and signed me write another piece for the journal!â
âHarry, thatâs incredible. Iâm so proud of you.â
âThanks. So, how was your first real day with him?â
âIt was good.â You bite your bottom lip. âCan he have a friend over Thursday?â
âSure, I donât care if Brandon comes over.â
âItâs not BrandonâŠâ
âOh, Tyler then?â
âNo, this is a new friendâŠa girl named Caroline.â
âA girl?! Wow, yeah, thatâs fine. Did he tell you anything about her?â
âWe actually had a long conversation about a lot of things today, but he asked me not to tell you and I donât wanna betray his trust.â
âHeâŠdoesnât want me to know something?â
âHe doesnât want an after school special lecture or whatever.â
âI do not do that.â He scoffs. âYou really wonât tell me anything?â
âAll Iâm going to say is that heâs extremely confused, and I validated his feelings, and then he hugged me.â
âDoes he like this girl?â
âHe thinks sheâs pretty.â
âAnd what about Brandon?â
âCanât say.â
âCome on, Y/N.â
âHarry, Iâm stuck here. I really wanna respect him. Heâs not in any danger or anything so I think itâs okay that the conversation stayed between he and I.â
âI donât like it.â He pouts.
âIâm sorry, baby doll.â You pout back.
âY/N?! I need some help with my hair!â
âWelp, duty calls.â You giggle. âI love you.â
âI love you too. Thanks for being there for him. Iâm happy he has you to talk to.â
âMe too.â
You end the call and meet Andy in the living room. He looked incredibly cute with the t-shirt wrapped around his head. He sits down on the floor in front of the couch and you sit down. You comb through his hair as carefully as you can, and then you apply the mousse. You hear him sigh and it makes you smile.
âWanna watch TV before you go read?â You ask him when youâre done.
âYeah, can I put my show on?â
âOf course.â You smile. He gets cozy next to you, and you smirk when you see he selects Family Guy. âAndyâŠare you old enough to be watching this?â
âDad lets me watch this all the time, itâs funny.â He shrugs.
âDo you even get half of the jokes?â
âNot really, but itâs still funny.â
âOkay.â You shake your head.
âWould you play with my hair?â
âSure, do you wanna rest your head on my lap?â
âYeah.â He smiles and grabs a pillow to get comfortable. âY/N?â
âYes?â
âYouâd make a good mom.â He says with a yawn as he keeps his eyes on the TV.
âOh, um, thank you, Andy.â
//
When Thursday rolls around, you pick Andy up, and youâre also met with Caroline getting into the backseat of your car.
âHello, you must be Caroline, itâs nice to meet you.â You smile.
âNice to meet you too.â She smiles.
âIâm Andyâs dadâs girlfriend. I hear your mom works at the university? So do I.â
âOh, really? She works in the Psychology departmentâŠmy dad works there too, but heâs in IT.â
âWell, feel free to tell your mom to look out for me and Harry. We teach in the Communication department.â
âOkay.â Caroline smiles.
You get the two of them home and fix them with a snack. You tell them youâll be up in the loft and you remind Andy to keep his door open.
âSheâs really nice.â Caroline says as she sits down on Andyâs bed.
âYeah, sheâs the first girlfriend my dadâs had in a long time. I like her a lot.â
âHow long have they been together for?â
âI donât knowâŠseven months I think.â
âWow, thatâs a long time!â
âSuper long. They were friends for a while before they got together too, so they knew each other really well.â
âThatâs so sweet! My parents met on a blind date.â She giggles. âHow did your mom and dad meet?â
âIn college I guess.â He shrugs. âShe lives about thirty minutes from here, I see her every other weekend.â
âDoes she date anyone?â
âSheâs engaged actually. His name is Noah and he has a daughter, Rachel. Sheâs a year younger than us.â
âWow, itâs like that movie Blended.â
âYeah! Theyâre nice enough, and Noah makes my mum happy, so thatâs all I care about.â
âThatâs, like, really grown up of you.â Caroline was in awe of Andy. He blushes slightly and clears his throat. Â
âEnough about me, whatâs it like having three older sisters?â
âIt can be fun and annoying. Like, they help me with my hair and clothes, but other times it feels like weâre always fighting. I feel bad for dad.â
âWhy?â
âBecause they all get theirâŠmonthly visits at the same time.â
âOh! That video they showed us in health class was gross.â
âDid they show you the one about the girl who gets it for the first time, and then they talk about a girlâs insides?â
âYeah! And then we had to watch the same one, but about boys, and then we had to watch a video about giving birthâŠâ
âEw, and they actually show the baby coming out, right?â
âYeahâŠnasty.â They both shiver and then they both laugh.
âI know you guys said there wasnât much to do around here, but what do you do for fun?â
âI play basketball with Brandon, his dad is our coach. Winter program on Fridays is fun. Do you ski?â
âI do! I canât wait for tomorrow. Would you wanna sit with me on the bus?â
âWellâŠI would, butâŠI sit with Brandon.â
âOh, thatâs okay. I can just sit near you, maybe? Are you two best friends?â
âYeah, we are.â Andy blushes. âAnd yeah, you can definitely sit near me.â
âCool.â She smiles and grabs her books out of her bag, and Andy does the same. âYouâd been so great to me all week. Iâm really glad that seat was open in front of you in homeroom.â
âMe too.â
Later that night, after Carolineâs mom picked her up, you and Andy watch a little TV on couch. He had been quiet.
âSo, do you have everything together for winter program tomorrow?â
âYup, got my ski bag ready to go.â
âMake sure to pack what you need for your mumâs, sheâs gonna get you after school tomorrow.â
âAnd then Iâll see you Monday after school, right?â
âThatâs right.â
âI had a lot of fun with you this week. You make me not miss my dad as much.â
âAw, thatâs sweet. Itâs okay to miss him, though, I miss him a lot too.â
âYou forgot to say that you had a lot of fun with me too.â He rolls his eyes.
âOh, did I?â Andy likes praise too, it seems. âWell, I had loads of fun with you this week, and weâll have loads more next week.â
âI hope we get a snow day or something. Brandonâs dad usually takes us sledding.â
âMaybe you could bring Caroline with you too. Sheâs very nice.â
âYeah, I like her a lot. She asked if she could sit with me tomorrow, but I had to tell her no because I sit on the bus with Brandon.â
âThatâs good you didnât flake on Brandon.â
âHeâd kill me if I did, although, I feel like heâs getting a taste of his own medicine.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âRemember when he was with Molly? Everything was about her, now he knows how it feels.â
âRight, heâd talk about her a lot.â
âMhm.â
âDo you talk about Caroline a lot?â
âPretty much, itâs hard not to. Sheâs funny, and she always smells like cherries.â He swoons.
âAnd to think youâve only known her for four days.â You chuckle.
âI wonder if sheâll go on the lift with me tomorrow, shoot, I should have asked her while she was here.â
âDo you have her number?â
âYeahâŠâ
âSo text her and ask. Tell her you had a nice time hanging out, and then ask her if sheâll save a run for you tomorrow.â
âYouâre brilliant, Y/N! Iâm gonna go do that now and then get ready for bed. Goodnight!â
âNight.â You smile and watch him run off to his room.
//
You felt like a full on basketball-mom sitting at Andyâs practice. Watching all the boys was pretty fun, you never got to see Andy be sporty other than going on hikes. There were some other parents and older siblings in the gym watching as well. You got some funny looks from some, and others were quite friendly. You brought your laptop with you to get some work done, but you ended up taking pictures for Harry to see. You knew it killed him to miss Andyâs first week back in action.
Brandonâs dad had the boys running drills, back and forth, sprinting up and down the court. He had them all working on their dribbling, and at the end he had them scrimmage a bit. You noticed how when the boys had to stand and listen to directions that Brandon and Andy were often leaning on each other mindlessly, or touching in some fashion. When practice ends, Brandon chats with Andy quick.
âDid you wanna do homework over the phone later?â Brandon asks.
âI canât. I need to shower and eat, and then I told Caroline Iâd call her.â
âOhâŠâ
âSorry, maybe tomorrow?â
âSure, yeah, maybe you could just come over after school?â
âWell, Y/N is watching me for a reason, you know? You could come to place, though.â
âYeah! Iâll ask my parents.â
âGreat, well, Iâll see you tomorrow.â Andy comes over to you. âHi, Y/N.â
âHey, you looked great out there.â
âThanks, can Brandon come over tomorrow?â
âSure.â You shrug. âCome on, I ordered a pizza for dinner and I need to go pick it up. Thought it would be a nice break from my cooking.â
âI like the way you cook, but pizza sounds great.â
//
Brandon was fuming, and you could feel it. Andy had accidentally invited Caroline over too, and you were just trying to keep them all happy. They were all playing video games in the living room, and you popped them some popcorn. They had all done their homework together, but you could feel the tension when you gave them dinner. Luckily theyâd be getting picked up soon so you could chat with Andy about it. Carolineâs phone goes off.
âOh! My dadâs here.â Andy pauses the game to walk her to the door. âThanks for having me.â She gives Andy a hug goodbye after she gets her coat on, and heads out.
âIsnât she cool, B? She knows how to play Smash Brothers.â Andy says as he sits back down with Brandon.
âItâs not rocket science.â He mumbles.
âAre you okay? You were sort of quietâŠâ
âWell, I thought just you and I were hanging out today.â
âI told you at school, when she and talked last night I just sort of told her she could come by. I didnât think it would be that big of a deal. You used to do it with Molly all the time.â
âYeah, but Molly was my girlfriend, thatâs different.â
âHow is that any different?â
âBecause sheâd let me kiss her after. You wouldnât say no to someone who lets them kiss you.â
âMaybe you should go back to kissing her then.â Andy rolls his eyes. âI like hanging out with CarolineâŠâ
âMore than me?â
âNoâŠitâs just different.â
âWell, it sort of feels like you have a new best friend.â
âDonât be like that, sheâs not my new best friend, sheâs just a new friend. Sheâs really pretty. Who knows, maybe Iâll kiss her.â
âYou like her enough to kiss her?â
âMaybe.â He shrugs. âSheâs really pretty, donât you think?â
âSheâs okay.â Brandon shrugs, and he sees his phone light up. âMy momâs here, I have to go.â
âAlright, see you tomorrow.â
âSee you.â They both hug before Brandon leaves.
âAndyâŠumâŠâ
âI donât wanna talk about it.â He huffs and goes to his room. You follow after him and stand in his doorway.
âI was just going to ask if you wanted some ice cream.â
âNo, thank you.â He sighs. âI feel Brandon was upset with me. I really didnât think heâd mind it if she came.â
âWell, now you know. Maybe donât make it a group thing.â
âHeâs the only one of our friends that seems to mind her. I donât get it.â
âMaybe heâs jealous that youâre suddenly not as available.â
âThen that makes him a hippo because he did the same thing with Molly.â
âI think you mean hypocrite.â You chuckle.
âWhatever it is, you know what I mean. This is so annoying, I acted supportive when he told me he was dating her.â
âAre you saying you want to date Caroline?â
âMaybe! It shouldnât matter, he should be there for me. I should be able to talk about girls and stuff with him.â
âAndy did you ever stop to think that maybe Brandon is confused in the way that youâre confused?â His eyes widen at that.
âYou meanâŠBrandon could think that Iâm cute?â
âHe could, yeah.â
âOh my god.â He looks around like heâs searching for an answer. âBut what if Caroline thinks Iâm cute too?â
âDo you think that she thinks youâre cute?â
âThere are rumors going around that she does!â
âOkay, so what do you want to do?!â
âI have no idea!â He flops onto his bed. He mumbles something into his pillow.
âWhat?!â
âI think I wanna ask her out!â
âAre you even allowed to date yet?!â
âI donât know! I didnât think Iâd be feeling this way so soon so I havenât asked!â
âWell, now I have to tell your dad whatâs been going on!â
âNo, you canât!â
âI have to!â
âOkay, everybody just be cool.â Andy stands back up. âScreaming wonât get us anywhere.â
âAndy, you canât ask her out unless your dad says itâs okay. I donât know how he feels about you dating. Youâre only eleven!â
âBut I like herâŠâ
âThen you need to wait until Harry gets home, and you need to talk to him about all of this. I wonât say a word, but you sure as hell will.â You cross your arms and so does he.
âI donât wanna talk to him about this. Heâs too romantic about everything, and then heâs gonna be like âmy baby has a crushâ.â
âWell, his baby does have a crush. Itâs adorable when you think about it.â
âGod, not you too.â He runs his hands over his face. âFine, Iâll talk to him when he gets back and I wonât make a move beforehand.â
âGood.â You nod and stick your hand out for him to shake. âPleasure doing business with you.â
You went to bed exhausted as fuck that night. You needed Harry home, now.
//
The next morning at school Andy takes a deep breath before going over to Brandon at his locker.
âHi.â He says shyly.
âMorning.â Brandon says without looking at him.
âIâm sorry about yesterday.â Brandon closes his locker and looks at Andy. âI should have asked first before just inviting someone else over with us.â
âItâs okay.â Brandon sighs. âI get it.â
âYou do?â
âYeah, Caroline is really pretty. Do you, um, think you like like her?â
âI mightâŠI think so, but Iâm a little confused. It doesnât matter anyways, she probably doesnât like me like that.â
âWhy wouldnât she?â Brandon smirks and throws his arm around Andyâs shoulders as they walk to homeroom. âYouâre a great catch.â
âShut up.â Andy chuckles and nudges Brandon.
//
Things seemed fine between the boys as basketball practice. You could just tell by their body language. You and Andy share a dinner of pasta and veggies after he showers.
âDid you stay here all weekend while I was at my mumâs? I didnât even think to ask.â
âNo, I went back to my place. Iâll do the same when you go back on Friday. I had water my plants and all that.â
âWhatâs your place like?â
âItâs just a simple two bedroom.â You shrug. âI like it a lot cause itâs all mine. I love decorating and interior design, so Iâve had fun really making it my own.â
âIf you could redecorate here, what do you think youâd change?â
âHmmâŠâ You look around. âFirst off, Iâd paintâŠeverywhere. Itâs dark too dark in the living room. Iâd paint it a light grey, and then find some curtains with some color to make it pop. Iâd also get blinds for the sliding door, I hate that thereâs nothing covering it. In here Iâd probably get a round table to save some space. Itâs a great size dining area and kitchen, but a round table would just make more sense, I think. Iâd also put a glass coffee table in the living room to make it seem like there was more space, not that itâs cramped. Itâs a wonderful sized home. More spacious than most ranches Iâve seen.â
âI literally agree with everything. Dad said we could do some painting over his spring break. I think he focused a lot on getting the outside to look nice.â
âOh, you can tell he loves landscaping. This home has a beautiful curb appeal.â
âDo you think after dinner we could watch House Hunters together again? It was a lot of fun the other night.â
âDefinitely!â You smile. âHow were things with Brandon today?â
âGood, I apologized for just inviting Caroline over, and he said it was okay.â
âAnd how was Caroline today?â
âGod sheâŠshe shared her cosmic brownie with me.â Andy rests his chin his palm and pouts. âI didnât even ask, she just offered. Sheâs so nice, Y/N.â
âThat was very nice of her.â You chuckle. âThose are the best brownies.â
âDad never buys them because he says theyâre overly processed, so weâll make them here. It was a real treat.â
Andy helps you clean up dinner, and then you both get settled on the couch. He had gotten into a rhythm of resting his head on a pillow in your lap and wanting you to play with his hair. He had murmured that your nails felt nice like at the hairdresser. He loved listening to your commentary while watching the extremely staged show.
âOh good, itâs House Hunters: Renovation! I love when they show what they did with the house after they bought it.â You say.
âMe too, I always like seeing if they make it worse or better.â
âI crack up when a lot of them try to do these intricate home projects by themselves. Hire someone for fuckâs sake.â You scoff and then blush. âSorry.â
âMum swears all the time.â Andy giggles. âIf I tell her about someone thatâs bother me, or something she just says fuck âem, itâs herâŠuhâŠwhatâs what word that starts with a ph?â
âPhilosophy?â
âYeah! Itâs her philosophy.â
âNot a bad one to live by.â You smirk.
After two episodes, you send Andy off to bed, and get ready for bed yourself. You setting into one of Harryâs tee shirts, and decide to listen to one of those mediation bed time stories heâs always suggesting. You plug your headphones into your phone, turn the lights off and settle in. Just as youâre beginning to relax, the story stops, and Harryâs contact photo pops up on the screen, surprising you.
âHello?â You whisper.
âHi, baby.â
âHarry, it must be the middle of the night over there, why are you awake?â
âCouldnât sleep.â
âWhy not?â
âMy body pillow just isnât doing it for me tonight, I miss you.â
âAw, babe, I miss you tooâŠonly a few more days. Youâre back Saturday, yeah?â
âMhm...are you gonna be at my place or yours?â
âIâll probably be at mine since Andy will be at Paigeâs. Weâre having loads of fun. His basketball practices are going well. You got the pictures I sent?â
âI did, thank you for sending them along. Any other news to report, or are you still holding out on me?â You could practically hear the smirk that was sure to be on his face.
âAll I can say is that Andy is going to have an important question to ask you when you get back.â
âCan you give me any hints?â
âHeâŠmay want to start datingâŠâ
âBrandon?!â
âNo, actually, someone else, but Iâve said too much already. I told him he had to ask you if he even was allowed to date.â
âOh, itâs so meaningless at this age, I donât care, but thanks for telling him that.â
âItâs not totally meaningless. There was a boy that asked me out when I was in seventh grade, and I said yes because I thought I had a crush on him, and then I realized I wasnât ready to date, so the next day I told him I didnât want to. It was so awkward.â
âAndâŠyou remember all this?â
âOf course, a girl never forgets.â
âChanging subject a bitâŠumâŠare you still, uh, on the rag?â
âOn the rag?!â You nearly cackle. âNo, you idiot.â
âI didnât know how else to phrase it!â
âJust ask me if Iâm on my period or not.â
âItâs an awkward question to ask.â
âYou donât seem to have a problem fucking me when Iâm âon the ragâ.â
âNot at all. Makes me a real man if I say so myself.â You hum your response, not having the energy to say something sarcastic. âAre you in bed already?â
âI am, I was even listening to one of those bed time stories youâre always talking about.â
âIs it alright that Iâm interrupting?â
âMhm.â
âWhat are you wearing, Y/N?â
âOne of your shirts, your Rolling Stones tee.â
âAh, thatâs a good one.â
âWhat about you?â
âJust my boxers.â
Harryâs voice was low, and gravely. It was sort of nice listening to it with your headphones in. Heating him in surround sound was raising goosebumps on your body. If you closed your eyes it would be like he was there next to you, talking into your ear.
âHarry, did you call to have phone sex with me?â
âWould you me mad if I did?â
âNoâŠjust wish I had one of my items here to help me along.â
âGuess youâll have to do it the old fashioned way and use your hand.â
âWhat are we in medieval times?â
âAlas, fair maiden, it seems we are.â You giggle softly at him. God, he was so cute. âSo, youâre okay with this?â
âVery okay with it.â You bite your bottom lip.
âAre you biting your lip?â
âYes.â You hear him hum in understanding.
âWish it was me doing it. Iâd bite your lip and then nip across your jaw to your neck.â
âOh, I like it when you do that. Iâd like you bite every inch of me.â You smile. âYou know what else I really like?â
âTell me.â
âI like when you kiss on my tits, and then when you blow on my nipples once theyâre all wet.â
âYeah? Gets your nipples pretty hard, huh?â
âMhm.â You lift your shirt up over your chest so you could rub your palm over one of your breasts.
âPlease tell me youâre touching them.â
âI am.â
âI love your tits, Y/N. Love touching and kneading.â
âI like feeling your big hands on them, and then I like when one of your hands slides between my legs while youâre still kissing on them.â
âAnd youâre always so wet for me once I get there.â
âMâwet now, Harry.â
âFuck.â
âHow hard his your dick right now?â
âVery, itâs throbbing for you.â
âWhy donât you lick your palm and wrap your hand around yourself like I would. Want you to touch yourself while I am.â You hear some rustling, and then a grunt from him. âLove when you listen to me.â
âLove when you tell me what to do.â He grunts again. âTell me what youâre doing.â
âIâm just moving my fingers around myself, feeling myself get more wet.â
âPut a finger inside and then drag it up to your clit.â He hears a soft moan come from you. âGood girl.â He breathes.
Your eyes snap open. He had never said that to you before. You kind of liked it.
âWhatâs that? Iâm your good girl?â
âMy very good girl.â
âChrist, Harry.â You groan as your fingers press circles into your clit. âFuck, I wish you were here, want your mouth on me.â
âWhere?â
âRight on my clit so you can suck on it.â
Harryâs tip was leaking so much now that he was able to spread his precome all over his length. It felt incredible, but it was nowhere near as good as being squeezed by your walls.
âIâd do that, and slip my fingers inside, pet that special spot.â
âOh my fucking god.â Your back arches slightly as you imagine it. âHarry.â You whine.
âThatâs it baby, say my name while you make yourself come.â
âWant you to come too.â
âI will once you do. Gotta hear you do it first.â
âFuck, Harry.â You groan as you rub yourself faster. You were so drenched you had to kick all of the blankets off yourself. You plant your feet into the bed as you bend your legs at the knee. Your arch your back up to get a better angle, and god does it feel good.
âBet youâre squeezing around nothing, just wishing I was there.â All he could hear was you grunting and moaning.
âHarry.â You grit your teeth. âI, Iâm, oh fuck!â You press your face into the pillow so you can moan out, but keep it muffled.
âGod.â He breathes. âBlew my load just listening to you, Y/N.â
âHarry.â You whimper. âIâm a mess now and youâre not even here to clean it up.â
âI know, Iâm sorry.â He chuckles slightly. âIâm a mess here too if that makes you feel better.â
âIt does a little.â You giggle. âI really canât wait to see you.â
âMe neither, my love.â
His words make you feel all warm and fuzzy.
âWell, unless you wanna listen to me pee, which I really hope you donât because thatâs just one kink I would have to shame you for, I think I should go.â
âNope, no pee kink here, baby.â He laughs. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
âSweet dreams.â
âBack at you.â You sigh and hang up the phone. There was something strangely erotic about getting yourself off alone in Harryâs bed. Calling you like that was sneaky, but you knew youâd sleep better, and he would too.
//
âMm, hello?â You groan at 5AM when your phone goes off.
âDue to weather and road conditions, school is cancelled today.â
You sit up right away. You had no idea it was supposed to snow last night, and you also had no idea how to use Harryâs snow blower. You get up and throw your robe on, you needed to tell Andy there was no school. You quietly go into his room, and put your hand on his shoulder.
âAndy, sweetie, you have a snow day today.â You coo.
âMâkay.â He whispers sleepily.
You smile and leave his room so he can go back to sleep. You look outside and see itâs still dark. You figure you should go back to sleep as well. Yours and Harryâs cars were in the garage, so it wasnât like you need to worry about digging them out. You could tackle the shoveling in a few hours.
You end up starting your day around eight, deciding that sweats would be most comfortable. You think Andy would enjoy some waffles for breakfast, so you get the batter going in the waffle maker. He appears from his room shortly after, the aroma being too intoxicating for him to stay in bed any longer.
âMorning.â He says, knuckling at his eyes.
âMorning, you hungry?â
âMhm.â He smiles as she places a stack of waffles in front of him at the table. âThank you.â
âYouâre more than welcome.â
âWhat kind of snow is it?â
âThe powdery kind. I need to get out there soon to clean up the driveway. You donât happen to know how to use the snow blower do you?â
âNo idea. I usually stick to shoveling the walkways and the stairs.â
âIâm sure Iâll be able to figure it out. How hard could it be?â
After twenty minutes of tinkering, you Googled how to start a snow blower, and found a video to watch. Once you got it going, it was pretty simple. You cleared the driveway of all the snow as Andy worked to clear the walkway to the front door.
âWe make a pretty good team!â You say as you get the snow blower back in the garage.
âYeah!â
You both head in through the garage and go into the basement to shed yourselves of your wet jackets, snow-pants, and boots.
Caroline: hey Andy! My sisters are taking me sledding since the roads arenât too bad, do you wanna come?
Brandon: My dadâs gonna take me skiing today, do you wanna come?
âShit.â Andy says to himself as he checks his phone.
âWhatâs up?â You ask him as you hand him a mug of hot chocolate.
âBoth Caroline and Brandon invited me to do stuff with themâŠwhat should I do?â
âWho asked you first?â
âCaroline didâŠâ
âWhich activity would you rather do?â
âIâd rather go skiing, but Iâd also like to hang out with CarolineâŠâ
âWell, maybe you could go skiing with Brandon, and then meet up with Caroline later.â You shrug. âShe could come over here and I could set a movie up for you in the living room, and I could sit up in the loft while you hang out.â
âReally?â
âSure.â
âYou donât mind me being out all day with my friends?â
âNot at all, snow days are supposed to be fun, and the roads arenât that bad right now.â
âYouâre the best, Y/N!â Andy hugs you, and goes to text his friends.
Andy: Sure! I just need to a few minutes to get my gear together.
Brandon: Awesome! Iâll let my dad know, see you soon! Did Y/N want to come?
Andy: Iâll ask
âY/N!â
âYeah!â
âDid you want to come skiing?â
âOh god.â You laugh. âNo, I think Iâll save that for your dad, but thank you.â
Andy: she said thanks but no thanks lol
Brandon: okay lmao
Andy smiles and then goes to text Caroline.
Andy: Thanks for thinking of me, Iâm actually going skiing with Brandon, but Y/N said you could come over for a movie later if you want???
Caroline: of course! Totally donât blame you for wanting to go skiing. Iâd love to come over later, Iâll ask my parents. Wanna just text me when you get home and we can figure it out from there?
Andy: sounds good to me âșïž
Caroline: âșïžâșïž
âOkay, this should all work out.â Andy says to you. âIâm gonna get my stuff together.â
âAlright, will you just let me know once youâre there and all that. Text me updates so I know you didnât split your head open. I donât think your dad would like me very much anymore if that happened.â
âYeah.â Andy laughs. âI think heâd take some brownie points away for sure.â
//
Andy was having a great time skiing with Brandon and his dad. After a couple of hours they all go into the lodge to get a quick lunch. Mr. Stewart goes up to order all the food while the boys sit at the table.
âDid you want to come back my house after? My momâs making beef stew for dinner.â
âAw man, I love your momâs beef stew.â Andy pouts. âBut I canât, I have plans later.â
âOh yeah? What are you up to?â
âUmâŠI invited Caroline over for a movie.â
âOh.â Brandonâs face falls.
âBut only because she invited me to go sledding today, and I said no I could ski with you.â
âOh.â He perks back up. âWhat movie do you think youâll watch?â
âI have no idea, Iâll probably let her decide. Any time me, my dad, and Y/N all watch a movie he always lets her decide.â
âWhy?â
âBecause it makes her happy.â He shrugs. âAnd then sheâll kiss him, and he likes that.â
âRight.â Brandon swallows. Before he can say anything else his dad comes over with the food.
//
You got a fuck ton of work done today, you were really proud of yourself. Harryâs loft was a perfect working space, even if you did miss your office at home. You hear Andy come in the door, and he shouts hello and that heâll be in the shower. You chuckle to yourself and save what youâre working on for now.
Andy comes out a little while later just as youâre rifling through take out menus.
âI was thinking you could get something yummy for dinner. What do you think sheâd like?â
âPizza and mozzarella sticks sound safe.â He says.
âAlright, Iâll order it in a bit so itâs here when she is. Iâm sure a lot of people are doing delivery tonight.â
âAnd youâll just be upstairs?â
âMhm, I donât need to hoverâŠjust⊠you know, donât sit on top of each other.â
He makes a face at you like heâs grossed out and then walks away from you. Not too long after the food arrives, so does Caroline.
âThanks for getting all this, Y/N.â She says to you.
âOh, youâre more than welcome. Did you two settle on a movie?â
âCars.â Andy says. âRight, you wanna watch Cars?â
âMhm.â She smiles.
âOkay, Cars it is.â You smile and set the movie up on Disney+. They both settle on the couch. âIâll be right upstairs working if you need anything.â
âThanks.â Andy says and watches you go upstairs. âI like this movie a lot, Brandon and I watch it all the time.â
âItâs one of my favorites. I donât really like the sequels though.â
âMe either!â
âThey suck.â
âYeah.â Andy smiles.
âI really like Wall-E, too.â
âMy dad and I watched that together for the first time a couple years ago and he cried.â Andy laughs.
âHe did?!â
âYeah! I have no idea why. He cries a lot when we watch movies, though.â
âHe sounds funny, I canât wait to meet him.â She smiles and turns her attention to the TV.
About halfway through the movie, once they were done eating, you noticed it had gotten a little quite, so you peer over the banister to see what was going on. They were simply entranced by the film, giggling occasionally. You smile and sit back down.
There was the part in the movie where the town comes back to life, and the cars all pair of to cruise together. Caroline sighs softly, and he hand brushes Andyâs. They both look down at their hands, and Andy makes a bold move in holding her, fingers intertwined and all. She smiles at him and blushes.
âIs this okay?â He asks.
âYeah.â She nods with a brighter smile.
âCool.â He sighs with relief, and they continue the movie like that, holding hands.
You stand in the kitchen while Caroline gets her coat on after the movie ended and her oldest sister was in the car outside.
âThanks again for having me, it was fun.â
âAnytime.â
She throws her arms around his neck to give him a hug, and out the door she goes. Andy sighs contently and walks into the kitchen with a huge smile on his face. He gives you a surprising hug.
âWhat was that for?â
âFor being so cool to let us chill alone. Knowing my dad, he would have walked by every two seconds, or if I were at Mumâs she would have had Rachel watch the movie with us. WeâŠwe held hands, Y/N.â
âOh my.â You smile. âBig step.â
âNo kidding.â He agrees. âIâŠI need to go call Brandon.â He races into his room and closes the door.
Andy was so innocently sweet, and it warmed your heart like nothing else ever could.
//
âHe was a perfect angel, honestly.â You say over the phone to Janette as you stuff your face with the ice cream you had in your freezer. âHeâs very popular, and is always busy. No wonder Harry didnât make time to date before, Iâm exhausted.â
âDoing it alone is tough, but now heâs got a great partner to help him out.â
âI love helping. He and I didnât have one single disagreement, and he listened to me the whole time.â
âWell, of course he did. Youâre his dadâs girlfriend.â
âTrue, but I was really expecting him to try to get away with something.â
âHe probably knew he couldnât test you. Smart kid.â
You chuckle and talk with her more about her break is going. You survived two weeks with Andy. You kept him alive and well.
Later on, you were snuggled up on your couch in some sweats of Harryâs, and a blanket, watching TV. Your heart skips a beat when you hear the jingle of keys and you front door unlocking. Harry said heâd text you when he landed, and he hadnât. You stand up and shuffle around, grabbing a fry pan and getting into a batting stance.
âBaby?! Iâm back!â He stops short when he sees you ready to attack and then he bursts out laughing.
âStop it! I thought you were a burglar!â
âSo you stood there frozen?!â
âYou can go home if you want, Iâm not longer happy to see you.â You pout and put the pan on the counter.
âDonât be like that, I missed you so much, come here.â
Your smile slowly grows on your face, and you jump into his arms. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around him, tucking your face into his neck, getting a good whiff of his cologne.
âHow was your flight?â You mumble into him as he holds you close.
âLittle bit of turbulence, but it was good.â He says as he starts walking you into your bedroom. âCouldnât wait to get home to you.â
âArenât you tired?â
âSlept plenty on the plane and bus.â
He gets you on the bed, and kicks his shoes off before getting on with you. You both lay on your sides facing each other. He grabs your leg and puts it over his hip so he can slot his leg between yours, and then he pulls you close so youâre chest to chest. He moves some hair behind your ear.
âHi.â He says with a big smile.
âHi.â You smile back. âI missed you.â
âI missed you too.â
He leans in and slots his mouth over yours, and your eyes flutter closed. You tug at his shirt to pull him even closer as you rock against the leg thatâs between yours. His tongue drags along your bottom lip and you moan softly. He licks into your mouth and youâre met with his familiar minty taste. You tug him completely on top of you as you turn onto your back. You wanted his weight to just crush you.
âBaby.â He coos as he kisses from your jaw to your neck. He sucks on your soft skin and your hips buck up again. His leg moves further between yours and you gasp.
Your fingers lace through his hair and you tug as you grind against his thigh. You were feeling incredibly needy now that he was here with you, and not just a voice through the phone. You could feel him getting hard against her hip, so you reach into his joggers and start pumping him, getting a heft groan from him.
âNeed you.â You breathe.
âNeed to taste you first.â He says as shifts to tug your sweatpants off.
âNo, please just fuck me, we can do all that afterwards.â
âI need to prep you first or itâll hurt.â
âHarry, Iâve been fucking you for seven months, Iâm perfectly adjusted.â He raises his eyebrows at you. âOkay, maybe not perfectly, but Iâm feeling impatient so please.â She pouts at him and he physically canât say no.
He doesnât bother with your shirt, or his, he just gets his pants off, and you get yours off. He goes to get up in search for a condom, but you grab him and shake your head.
âWanna feel you, just pull out.â
âAre you sure?â
âYeah.â
His lips crash to yours as your legs open up for him. He lines himself up with you and rubs his tip along your clit. You were plenty wet for him. You both groan from the feeling. He slowly pushes inside you, and your head falls back from the stretch. Your mouth was hanging open trying to breathe to help yourself relax.
âHoly shit.â You say as heâs about halfway in.
âThree weeks in a long time, babe, let me take some time to just-â He starts to pull out but your sink your nails into his ass.
âJust go for it.â
âY/N, I donât want to hurt you.â
âYou wonât, itâll feel good. Just give it one good thrust.â
He bites his bottom lip and does as you say, bottoming out immediately. You choke out a gasp. It hurt a little, but it quickly turned to pleasure as you felt full for the first time in weeks. You tighten around him and he grits his teeth.
âIâll come if you do that.â
âSorry, go ahead, move, fuck me, Harry.â
He rocks in and out of you, and you pull him closer so his head is buried in your neck. You wrap your legs around his lower back, and get your hands up under his shirt so you can scratch and squeeze at him.
âYou feel so fucking good.â He growls into your ear, and it makes your eyes roll back.
âSo, so do you, fuck.â
He sits up slightly to get a better angle. He pushes one of your legs back, and lets the other lay flat, and your mouth falls open as he thrusts in and out of you.
âOh my god, Harry!â
âHold your leg up fâme.â
You do as he says immediately and hook your arm under your leg as he continues to fuck in and out of you. He was hitting your g-spot perfectly. You reach to rub your clit in time with his thrusts.
âOh my fucking god, Harry, donât stop.â You were panting already. âFuck, fuck, please, donât stop.â
You knew he wouldnât dare, but you couldnât think of what else to say. Tears were starting to form in your eyes because it just felt so fucking good.
âOh, oh! Fuck!â Your back arches as you come to your release. You squeeze impossibly tight around him.
âShit, Y/N!â Harry pulls out of you just in time and comes on your stomach, getting a little on your shirt, but your head was so fuzzy you didnât care.
âS-sorry, I didnât mean to-oh!â
You look down and see Harryâs head between your legs. He really did want to taste you. He sucks on your clit and your hands go right back into his hair. You tug and squeeze with each stroke. He was moaning into you, and it was driving you crazy. You moan along with him as he gets both of your legs over his shoulders, your heels digging into his back.
âHarry.â You groan.
He was just focusing solely on your clit because he knew youâd be too sensitive for anything else, but he didnât mind. You could tell he really just wanted to be close with you like this. The tip of his tongue makes circles on your clit and you feel like you go cross-eyed.
âThatâs it, Harry, fuck, oh my god, thatâs fucking it!â You cry out as you come and press his face further against you.
âRide me.â He breathes. âRide my face, I wanna keep going.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes.â
You nod and wait for him to get adjusted. You rip your shirt off so you can be fully naked for him. You center yourself on him, and gasp when you feel his tongue on your again. His fingers sink into the plushy skin of your ass, and you essentially move so youâre twerking on him, which you know he loves. He loves when you really just use him, he was like your person scratching post.
He had you screaming again in no time, he was pretty proud of himself. You inch down his body, and get his shirt off so you can kiss down his chest. You suck marks into his skin, lower and lower, leaving a nasty trail of love bites behind. He was hard again, so you lick up and down his shaft before taking him into your mouth. You suckle his tip with vigor, making nasty noises that was music to his ears. One of your hands massages his balls while the other scratches up and down his stomach.
âFuck.â He groans as you take him deep, bobbing up and down. You look up at him as best you can and he runs a caring hand through your hair. âLet me come on your tits, Y/N.â
You smirk with him still in your mouth and then you let him go with a pop. You get in a better position between his legs and pump his wet dick furiously.
âJesus Christ! Just like that, baby. Iâm gonna come, Iâm gonna come!â
His come shoots in ribbons onto your chest, and you bask in the warmth it has at first. You kiss back up his body, smearing your chest onto his. You both giggle as your mouth reaches his again. He rolls you both back over so heâs on top again.
âCanât get enough of you right now.â He says as he kisses the corner of your mouth. âLet me use one of your-â
âHarry, baby, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but letâs take a break, yeah?â You chuckle. âYouâve tuckered me out.â
âMm, guess Iâm a little tired too.â He kisses your cheek. âCould we go shower?â
âYeah, that sounds like a good idea.â You nod with a sigh.
You wobbled into the bathroom with him, and he gets the water going. Once itâs warm enough you both stand under the water, just holding each other for a bit. He kisses your neck and shoulder occasionally, and you run your hands through his hair. You take turns washing each other up before you get out and towel off.
You cuddle up in bed with your head on his chest, just listening to his heart beat for bit with his fingers lightly stroking your back. Â You prop yourself up on your elbow to look at him.
âYes?â
âYou sure got excited earlier, huh?â
âCouldnât help it, just missed you so much. Do you feel okay? I didnât hurt you?â
âIâm sure Iâll be a little sore, but itâs alright.â You smile. âDid you have a good time with your family?â
âI did, I feel really recharged. Itâs always nice being home. Maybe, um, maybe next year youâd like to try coming with me?â
âYeah, maybe.â You grin. He sit up a little and so do you. He puts his arm around you and kisses your temple.
âSo, you really wonât tell me much about your two weeks with Andy?â
âI told you everything I could. What we ate for meals, how his basketball practices wentâŠoh! We had a snow day and he went skiing with Brandon. I even used the snow blower.â
âYou did?!â
âI did.â
âBet you looked pretty hot.â
âOh, stop.â You swat at his chest.
âBut seriouslyâŠâ
âYouâll have to talk with him tomorrow when you pick him up.â You bite your bottom lip. âHe held hands with the girl, Caroline.â
âWow.â He blinks a few times. âI wonder if he still might like Brandon.â
âHeâs very confused, but I think itâs important to let him sort of test the waters. He said he never really thought girls were pretty before, but he thinks sheâs really pretty.â
âGod, Iâm gonna have to have the talk with him.â He groans. âIt was awkward enough when I got him that puberty book.â
âItâs not like you have to go in depth, you just need to remind him to be respectful.â
âYou donât understandâŠwhen boys start going through all thisâŠthings can get sticky.â
âEw, enough said.â You both laugh. âIâm so glad youâre home.â
âMe too.â
//
Sunday morning, you drop Harry off at his place so he can unpack and get himself settled before going to pick Andy up. He exchanges pleasantries with Paige, and then on the road he goes.
âHow come weâre taking the long way home?â
âBecause we need to chat about some things.â
âWhat did Y/N tell you?â He rolls his eyes.
âNot much, honestly. Apparently you have a new friend, though.â
âYeah, her nameâs Caroline. Sheâs new to the school, her and her family just moved here from Maine. She came over to watch a movie the other day and we held handsâŠshe even shared her cosmic brownie with me, Dad, I think we like each other, butâŠI feel guilty about Brandon.â
âAndyâŠhow do you feel about Brandon, exactly?â
âI donât know.â He mumbles. âItâs likeâŠitâs like Brandonâs like an oo, and Carolineâs like an ah. I donât know how else to explain it.â
âThat actually makes a lot of sense.â He sighs.
âIt does?â
âYeahâŠsoâŠyou held hands with Caroline?â
âYeah, it was really nice. Would it be alright if I asked her out?â
âDidnât you already do that by asking her over for a movie?â Harry chuckles.
âNo, I meanâŠI think I wanna date her. I wanna see if sheâll be my girlfriend.â
âDo you think youâre ready for a girlfriend? Itâs a lot of responsibility.â
âIt is?â
âSure! Gotta treat whoever you date really nice, give them a lot of respect.â
âI do respect her. I asked her if it was okay while we were holding hands.â
âThatta boy.â Harry says proudly. âAlways ask before you touch, and if they say no, that means no.â
âI know, Dad.â
âAndy, thatâs something Iâm gonna say over and over to you for the rest of my life, so get used to it.â
âDid you date a lot of people when you were younger?â
âUmâŠnot really. I mean, I had a couple of girlfriends in secondary school, and I dated a girl at uni in London before I came here and met Mum. SoâŠyouâd rather go for it with a girl you barely know rather than with Brandon?â
âIâm not entirely sure how I feel about Brandon, DadâŠand Iâm scared. Caroline doesnât make me feel scared.â
âWellâŠif youâd really like to ask her out, I suppose itâs alright.â
âReally?!â
âSure, we could go on a double date even. Ice skating, maybe?â
âDad, youâre the coolest! I canât wait to call her later.â
âYouâre gonna ask her out over the phone? Donât you wanna do it in person?â
âGet with it, Dad.â Andy scoffs. âEverythingâs done over the phone now.â
âWell, excuse me.â
âI think youâll like her, sheâs so nice.â
âIâm sure she is.â
âShe always smells like cherries too.â Andy sighs.
âYouâve got it bad for her, huh?â
âIâve never felt this way about a girl before. I think Iâm finally catching up with everyone.â
âItâs not a race, son.â
âSometimes it feels like it is. Whatever, I just feel good about it, about her.â
âAlright.â
âI really liked staying with Y/N.â
âShe said she had a great time with you.â
âDo you think youâll ask her to move in with us?â
âWould like me to?â
âYeahâŠI want her around more.â
âMe too.â Harry smiles. âI think Iâll ask her soon, maybe when the weather gets a little warmer.â
âShe still needs to learn to ski. You should ask her to come with us to the cabin for February break.â
âI think Mum was hoping to do another family tripâŠâ
âSo, Y/Nâs family now.â
âIâm happy you feel that way, but I donât know how comfortable sheâd feel doing something like that for an entire week.â
âYou wonât know unless you ask.â
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Request ~ âLydz! I need a Daichi fluff so bad. SO BAD. Could I request a long distance relationship with Daichi, and one day after s/o cries over the phone saying that she misses him, he decides to fly to her as a a surprise!! đđ it can be a hc or drabble one-shot, whatever youâre comfortable with! Thank you bb ily â€ïžâ ~ @mrs-kuroojinguji
Characters ~ Sawamura Daichi x Fem!Reader
Genre ~ Fluff
Warnings ~ Kinda a rollercoaster of emotions... a bit of the reader crying
Word Count ~ 1.8k+
A/N ~ Havenât written a long fic in a while so i hope you guys enjoy this!!!đ Thank you to @scorpiosanssexy for beta reading thisâșïž Also iâm so sorry this took so long for me to write Anađ«
âI love you babyâŠâ You hear as you hang up your phone, tossing it to the side. Another night where you slept in an empty bed. You had lost track of how many it's been without him by your side physically. A year? Maybe closer to two? The hope that one day soon you would wake up to his warm arms around you, his breath fanning on the back of your neck. Comfort, something he automatically provided. It was in his aura, whenever he was close and sadly you hadnât felt it in a while.
As much as you loved the UK it was far away from home, not only your family but your friends and from Daichi. The one you wished you could spend every waking moment with, someone who you could see yourself with for the rest of your life. You felt so far away from him, 5,732 miles to be exact, a number you had spent so many sleepless nights thinking about. As your head hit the pillow you figured tonight was going to be another one of those nights.Â
Your day seemed to drag as all you could think about was Daichiâs words to you last night. âI canât come see you yet, I'm so sorry, work is piling up and with my family wanting me home I just canât spare the time to fly over⊠Iâm so sorry, I'm going to have to fly over in summer.â Was what he had said, he was meant to come see you after Christmas, but as it was early into January now you had lost hope for seeing him.Â
It wasnât long before both of your universities started up again for the new term, you would have to pray he would be able to come visit in summer or you could get the funds to see him. It was getting hard to be away from him, everyday the ache seemed to worsen in your chest.
Even when you both first got together, he knew that all you needed to feel better was a hug or his arm comfortingly on your back. To be pulled onto his lap so he could hold you impossibly close, you were always someone who has loved his touch. You were addicted to it. Both of you knew that it would be harder long distance yet you couldnât bear to break up. But it was starting to prove to be harder than you anticipated.
âYou know you donât have to continuously stir the pasta right?â Your roommate Beth said, you wondered how long she had been watching you. Glancing at the clock you realised you must have been there for at least 40 minutes.Â
âHm? Yeah of course I know, I just like to make sure it's done⊠which it is.â You replied, as you looked down at the pasta that was now basically mush in the pan. Letting out a deep sigh you drained it and put it in a bowl.
âYouâre seriously going to eat that? Oh god no [y/n]...â She said as she took the bowl straight from your hands throwing the whole thing in the bin.
âHey! I like that bowl?!â You protested as she led you to the couch.
âLets order takeout, I can tell you have been thinking about him again⊠Still no chance he can come?â Beth asked as she scrolled through her phone for both your favourite takeout. You didnât reply as you got lost in your thoughts once again. You didnât realise how obvious it was that you werenât doing well and even though Beth knows you better than anyone, she wouldnât mention anything unless she thought it was serious.Â
âHe just said he couldnât come⊠It's been almost 2 years since I have seen him physically, not on the other side of a screen. I miss him so much and it's starting to get harder to talk to him over the phone because everything hurts Beth⊠I love him so much.â You practically word vomit as your eyes start to prick with tears.
The hurt evident as she pulled you in for a hug, letting your tears free as if they had been trapped in your ducts for years. Quickly dampening her shirt as she tried to do as much as she could to calm you down, it was no use though. âDo you think he just doesnât want to see me? Maybe heâs found someone else?â You questioned out loud as loud sobs continued to wrack your body.
âHey⊠Hey! I donât know much about this guy, but from what you have told me he seems like a really respectable guy who loves you. Plus heâs your boyfriend so he has to be amazing! Have you thought about telling him how you feel?â Beth asked getting up quickly to grab you some tissue.Â
âNo, I havenât! I donât want him to think I donât trust him, because it's not that at allâŠâ Before you could finish sniffling out everything you had to say your phone lit up. A bright picture of Daichi from the last time you saw him covering the screen, arm around your waist and a goofy smile adorning his face. Daichi who you loved so much, who it hurt so bad to think about for no reason other than he wasnât here. He wasnât by your side, he was 5,732 miles away.
As you got up to go answer the phone in your room, Beth gave you a sympathetic smile and a quick mouthing of âtell himâ. A deep sigh passed your lips as you closed the door separating you from the kitchen, you knew she was right but something was holding you back.Â
Cleaning yourself up slightly you finally answered the facetime call. âHey babyâŠâ You said greeting him with a small smile. You knew he could tell you had been crying the minute he answered when his face dropped. âHey baby-girl, you okay?â He asked and that was all it took. You couldnât keep it from him anymore, tears spilled once again from your eyes as you told him everything.Â
Daichiâs heart broke as he watched you cry on the other side of the screen, he wanted to gather you in his arms and tell you it was going to be okay. That you would both get through this together, however he was lost for words. He couldnât hold you, he couldnât even get you your favourite food to cheer you up. He wasnât there. As you both talked it out, he couldnât stop apologising, every âiâm sorryâ that fell from his lips felt so natural yet should it be?Â
Once you had calmed down and the facetime ended, Daichi couldnât get the image of you crying out of his head. How had he not seen the person he loved and cherished so much in almost 2 years?Â
The night was long and tiring for both of you, neither could sleep, plagued by thoughts of whatâs next? What can either of you do to better the situation? You couldnât dream of leaving him but what if you had no choice. It was 3:27am and you decided it was probably better to try and take your mind off the situation, falling asleep in front of the TV was better than not falling asleep at all.Â
A couple days passed, although you couldn't stop thinking about Daichi you had gone back to normal with him. You thought it was strange but since that night Daichi seemed a lot more upbeat, wanted to call you more and was texting you constantly. You werenât complaining though, you loved how he seemed to be making more of an effort since you had confessed to him.Â
âWow you actually managed to cook the pasta properly this time?!â Beth said, an amused expression on her face as she sat at the table across from you. This caused a laugh to erupt from you, she was right once again. âYeah I guess things are improving huh?â You replied as she laughed along. You had made pasta properly, not as if it was anything special but it tasted good you thought.Â
As you both chatted and giggled away you were interrupted by a knock at the door. âDid you order food?â You question as you got up to answer, wondering who it could be at such a weird time as your eyes scanned the clock, 10:36pm. Swinging open the door your whole body froze.Â
His brown hair was tousled and out of place, his grey sweatpants hanging off him perfectly and although he looked tired and rushed to anyone else. You had never seen someone so handsome before, not being able to stop yourself jumping on him. Despite being exhausted, Daichi still managed to catch you in his arms. âYou cameâŠâ You whispered into his shoulder, taking in his scent. How you had missed his slightly woody smell, it smelt like home.
âI couldnât not come⊠It broke my heart to see you cry because of me, I dropped everything to comeâ He smiled, as he rubbed your back comfortingly placing a kiss to the side of your head. Suddenly 5,732 miles didnât feel long at all when you were in his arms, realising the exact reason you didnât break it off with him originally, he was worth the ups and downs. Worth the long nights of falling asleep on facetime because of the time difference, worth every âi love youâ text and every âi miss youâ whispered over the phone.
As he let you down and grabbed his stuff to bring in you couldnât help but admire him. Has he got bigger? His arms looked so much more refined and muscular, the 2 years training to be in the emergency services sector clearly having an effect on his body. Before you knew what you were doing you gripped his bicep softly, he really was stronger than before you thought.Â
âYou okay there baby? Something interesting?â He chuckled as he watched your face heat up, scooping you into his arms again. Not wanting to admit you really liked the change in his body you buried your face into his neck. âI just missed you a lotâŠâ You confessed, not like you hadnât told him this before but being held in his arms made it so much more real. âI missed you too princessâŠâ He whispered, lifting your chin to look at him before pressing his lips to yours.
It felt like a lifetime had passed since the last time your lips had met, but it was just as amazing as the first time. All fears and worries suddenly dissipated, the only thing that mattered right now was him and how much time you had to make up for.Â
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Santaâs Not Real (Bernard X Miller!Reader)
A/n: This one was not requested by anyone in particular, but is my own personal contribution to the Bernard catalogue. This was really just an excuse to write the Millers, because Neil is my second favourite character in the series. Iâve been writing for Bernard for three years and just when I thought Iâd explored every possibility with him, we all come up with more ideas to keep the love for him alive. I want to thank you all for allowing me to write for such special and sacred movies to us all. I hope I do Bernard even a sliver of justice. Merry Christmas, you guys! Hope we see more Bernard content next year! Enjoy, you deserve this!
Being the child of Neil Miller wasnât exactly what youâd call âfunâ or âexcitingâ. He was always trying to get into your mind and figure out how you were feeling. Of course, sometimes it was nice to have your father be so understanding of your emotional needs, other times you wished heâd leave you alone.
At first, when he married Laura, you were worried about the usual kid stuff. Would your dad stop being as attentive to you? Would you and Laura get along? Would you and Charlie get along?
Laura had a son named Charlie. At first, you two were always butting heads. He was a firm believer in Santa Claus, which had never made much sense to you, what teenager still believed in Santa Claus? It was cute and charming when you were both kids, but now it was starting to get a little creepy.
You wondered if your dad was as worried as you. This had to stunt his mental growth or whatever.
â(Y/n). Pass me the glue stick,â Your little sister, Lucy, reached across the table to grab at the sticky tube. You swiped it up and handed it to her.
The two of you were sat at the table, Lucy was doing arts and crafts. You were supposed to be supervising. Laura, Charlie and your father were in the next room having a discussion. You didnât even need to ask what it was about. Charlieâs father.
You had never met Scott Calvin yourself; you had always refused to participate in family outings involving him, feigning sick or making up other excuses for why you couldnât go. It wasnât that you hated the guy, you really had no opinion on him. You just found it weird to hang around with Charlieâs dad, after all Scott and Laura had divorced for a reason, right?
âUncle Scott is Santa Claus, you know,â Lucy said matter of factly as she glued two pieces of paper together. She said this to you a lot and every time, it annoyed you just a tad bit more. There was no way Charlieâs dad was âSanta Clausâ.
âJust because heâs fat and has a beard, does not make him Santa Claus, Luce. Grow up. Santa Claus isnât even real, itâs just some lie dad and mom made up to get you to go to sleep on time on Christmas Eve, so you wonât see them putting the presents down,â you looked down at the book you were reading. Lucy glared at you from across the table, slamming her glue stick down.
âIâm serious!â She cried out.
âLucy, (Y/n), Scott will be here soon. Come on out here.â
You rolled your eyes as your little sister hurried out of the kitchen, excitedly yelling about âUncle Scottâ. This was the first time, no matter how many excuses you came up with, your father refused to let you skimp on meeting Scott. His words echoed in your head.
âYouâre as much a part of this family as Charlie and Lucy. Scott is an important part of this family, itâs time we finally share that with you.â
Whatever that means.
You followed your sister into the living room, where you could already hear a loud boisterous voice chatting with your family members. You hesitated in the hallway, trying to hear what they were talking about.
â(Y/n)?â Your dad called once more.
âIâm coming, Iâm coming,â you hurried the rest of the way into the living room, pausing as you reached the doorway.
Lucy was already all over her âUncle Scottâ, sitting in his lap and telling him an exciting story. Charlie was leaning forward in his seat, clearly very happy to see his father after not seeing him for so long. Laura and your dad had their arms around each other, sitting on the couch, watching the whole scene with affection.
Then there was somebody else standing beside Scott in his chair. You quietly walked across the room to sit next to Charlie without disturbing the guests. Before you could even get halfway into the room however;
âWhoâs this?â
You froze, turning to look at Scott. Of course he would be curious why heâd never seen you around before.
âThis is (Y/n), my eldest. Theyâre Charlieâs age.â Neil explained for you. You wished for a brief moment he wouldnât do that stuff, you were almost an adult, you could answer simple questions for yourself.
â(Y/n) Miller,â you held your hand out to shake. He shook it and as he did so, you couldnât help but think about what Lucy had said earlier. Maybe he wasnât Santa, but he sure did look the part. You looked up to the guy standing beside him.
âScott Calvin. My right-hand man, Bernard,â he introduced himself and the guy in one fell swoop. He looked a little young to be someoneâs right-hand man. He almost looked like he was your age.
âLucy says youâre Santa Claus. But I donât believe that. Santa Claus is just a made-up character, thereâs no such thing,â you blurted before you could stop yourself. The easy calm that was in the air previously dissipated somewhat as you said that. Scott was the only one who seemed completely unphased by what you said.
âYou know what, I donât blame you, (Y/n), one man delivering presents to all the children in the world,â he shook his head. âSounds impossible.â
You nodded along with him, clearly, he was a very logical man. You wondered where Charlie got his obsession with Santa from. Clearly not Laura, she was very practical as well.
âBut I seem to recall you wanted a dog for your 5th Christmas. And the year after your parents divorced, you wrote to me asking for your mother to come back. Unfortunately there are some things that even Santa canât fix, though I wouldâve loved it if I could,â he explained sympathetically. There was silence in the room.
You had never told anyone what you wrote to Santa that year. Not even your father. How could you tell him to his face that all you wanted was your mother back, after sheâd abandoned the both of you? How, then, did Scott Calvin know your biggest childhood wish?
âIâŠâ
â(Y/n)?â Your dadâs voice called from a distance, but you were already climbing the stairs, two at a time. You had to get away from him. He just reminded you of all the pain youâd been through after that divorce. That was the last year you wrote to Santa. That was the year you stopped believing in Santa. Not even Charlie Calvin could convince you after that.
There was a knock on your bedroom door.
You hesitated, opening the door slowly. You were expecting it to be your dad. But it was Bernard, you were pretty sure thatâs what Scott had said his name was.
âI offered to come check on you, itâs a lot at first to find out Santa is real. Iâm the best at answering questions on this topic,â he offered.
You scoffed loudly. âAnd what are you, then? An elf?â
âIâm really sorry about your parents, (Y/n), but you seem really happy here. With Neil and Laura. And Charlie and Lucy,â he walked over to your bed, sitting cross legged on top, as if youâd invited him in for a quick friendly chat.
You felt yourself deflate slightly. There was no denying you did miss your mom, even though you saw her occasionally. It wasnât enough. But at the same time, your father had tried really hard to rebuild a family for you. What more could you ask for?
âBernard, if you and Scott are really who you say you are, then how does that work?â You asked, uncertainly.
He laughed slightly, standing and patting you on the back. âItâs nice to know we didnât completely lose you.â
âIâm not saying I believe in Santa-!â
âToo late you already did!â
This guy was going to get on your last nerve, you could already tell but you found yourself laughing as he walked out ahead of you.
Scott really was Santa, Lucy was right. Youâd never doubt her again.
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10th Anniversary
Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader
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Notes: I was supposed to post this for their 10th Anniversary but I totally forgot about it and just found it on my drafts! So I hope you like it :)
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The moment you woke up you knew what day it was without even looking at the calendar.
July 23rd 2020.
10 years. It had been a whole decade since all the craziness started. Looking back now, you would have never imagined everything you all had gone through in that time, how much you had grown up -together and separated-, how much your lives had changed.
You were a 15 years-old-girl when you met them thanks to your aunt Lou. When you first laid eyes on them, you just saw five loud and unstoppable guys. You would have never imagined that you would find four brothers and something else in them.
However, there you were, 10 years later, checking your Twitter timeline with a stupid grin on your face. It looked like 2012 all over again and you loved it. You missed those times like crazy. Of course, you knew the hiatus was coming the moment Zayn left the band -and they had earned every single day of it-, but that didnât change how much you missed them all.
Even though you had kept in touch with the five of them it wasnât the same. They were all busy with their own solo projects and they barely had the time to meet up. You couldnât blame them, but you still missed them. Especially the green-eyed one.
Harry and you immediately clicked when you met. It turned out you had a lot in common and similar personalities. You had a tight relation with the whole group, but what you and Harry had was special. Probably it helped that you were the same age. But the truth was that it didnât matter the reason, you were always together.
Everyone who saw you together and knew how your relationship was just kept on saying that you two would end up together. It turned out they werenât completely wrong, although it never worked out the way you would have wanted. You were a couple for less than a year. It was the best year of your life and the worst break-up you ever had.
You loved him and he loved you, there was no doubt of that, but it was too complicated to keep it going. As much as you loved touring the world with them, spending every single day with Harry, you also needed a life of your own, you wanted to go to college and doing it from afar didnât work for you. It was the hardest decision you ever made, but everyone understood and supported you. Harry the most.
It broke his heart as well, but he knew he couldnât ask you to keep with his lifestyle. He had to let you go. You gave distance a chance, but with their schedules and the time zones it soon became impossible. You remembered the last FaceTime you had, how heartbroken you both were. But it was for the best.
You never lost contact though. Every single time he would come to London he called you to spend a day together. Those days ended up being the best days of the year and they usually ended with you two going back to his place and spending the night together. And every morning your heart broke knowing you had to say goodbye again. But you kept on coming back to him every time his name showed up on your screen.
Usually he was the one who reached out, which made sense since he was the one who was travelling all the time. That morning, that July 23rd, was different. You texted first for the first time in a long time.
Happy 10 years, Styles. Wish we could celebrate together. Love you.
You gulped before sending the text. He was probably in the States and he wouldnât see it for another few hours, so after sending some other texts to Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn, you got out of bed and headed to the shower. Usually, you would have to hurry to get to your internship, but with the pandemic you still didnât have to go, so you had another day completely off.
However, before you got into the shower, you heard your ringtone. You frowned confused. It was way too early for your mum to be calling, so you had no clue who could it be. Maybe it was your boss, giving you an update on the status of your internship. With a sigh, you turned on the water and went back to the room, hoping it would be a quick call so you could go back to your shower.
You took the phone without even looking at the phone and answered it.
âHello?â You said as you started walking back to the bathroom.
âHappy ten years to you too, loveâ, a deep known voice said on the other side, making you stop on your tracks as your heart started racing.
Quickly, you checked the caller and saw Harryâs name. He was probably the last person you expected to talk to that day.
âThanksâ, you finally managed to say when you put your phone against your ear.
âIâm guessing you didnât expect my call?â He said. Judging by his tone, you knew he was smirking, which made you smile.
âYou guessed correctlyâ, you admitted. âHow are you awake?â
âI was out for an early runâ, he said, making you frown.
âWait, are you in England?â
âIn London to be more accurateâ, he said.
âR-really?â You stuttered.
âSo maybe we can also make the celebration happenâ, he said.
âReally?â You repeated. âI mean, yes! That would be great!â
You smacked yourself on the forehead for being such a nerd. He chuckled quietly before saying he had to make some calls during the morning, but he could pick you up at noon to have some lunch. You said yes immediately. Most of the restaurants were still closed, but he was Harry Styles. He always had a trick up his sleeve, and you couldnât see what he would pull off that day.
Since you woke up way too early, the morning went off slowly. Or maybe it was just you being impatient. However, you finally got a text from Harry saying he was parked outside of your building. You grabbed your purse with the basic stuff -wallet, keys and phone- and a mask. Once you were sure you had locked the door properly, you went to the elevator.
Usually, he would wait for you in his car in case some recognised him. So it shocked you to see him casually leaning against the vehicle when you walked out of the building. When he heard you, he looked up from his phone. You couldnât see his whole face due to the mask he was wearing, but his eyes told you he was smiling.
Despite all the precautions and distancing you were supposed to take, you knew it wouldnât work with him. He was like a magnet and all you wanted to do was hug him and have him hugging you.
âCan I hug you?â He asked.
The fact that he was thinking the same as you made you laugh. All you did was hugging him tightly. He could always hug you, no matter what. He was the exception to every rule.
âI missed youâ, you said with your eyes closed, which made him squeeze you a bit tighter.
âMe tooâ, he whispered.
You spent a couple of minutes just holding each other before he pulled away and opened the passenger door for you. You thanked him with a smile and got into the car and buckled up while he walked around the vehicle to get in before taking off the mask. You did the same and looked at him, the whole him this time.
âI love your hair shortâ, you said.
Harry looked at you with a dimpled smile and ran a hand through his hair -an old habit he didnât seem to be able to shake but you loved- before turning on the engine.
âHow long has it been?â He asked once he started driving.
âChristmas, I thinkâ, you said after thinking about it for a moment. âHansâ Christmas party before you went back to the States.â
âRightâ, he said and looked at you, making you blush and smile at the memories of that night. âHow have you been?â
âLockedâ, you chuckled making him chuckle as well. âBut good, I finished my thesis, watched a lot of movies and TV shows and baked. A lot.â
âYouâve always been good at bakingâ, he said.
âAnd youâve always been good at eatingâ, you teased, making him laugh. âWhat about you?â
âI got stuck in the States until a few days agoâ, he shrugged. âDidnât do much either.â
âSorry about your tour, by the wayâ, you said when you remembered. âI was excited.â
âMe tooâ, he sighed. âBut some stuff are more important.â
You smiled a little and nodded to yourself. This pandemic had been, and was been, a wreck all around the world. As usual, you reached out to turn on the radio, which made Harry smile to himself. Ever since the first time you had got into his car, all those years ago, you would always start the music, no matter what. At first, he was surprised you took such confidences in someone elseâs car, but he soon loved that detail about you.
âHow is it going with your internship?â He asked when the song that was playing on the radio ended.
âIâm on furloughâ, you shrugged and sighed. âI got an email last week saying some people would start coming back to work soon. But I donât think that includes interns.â
âI wouldnât be in a hurry if I were youâ, he commented as he checked the mirrors. âYou donât have a car to go to the office and I wouldnât be too excited about getting into the tube.â
âI could always get a bikeâ, as soon you said that you both started laughing. You were the less sportive person you had even known. âYeah, that was a good one.â
âIndeedâ, he chuckled.
âIâm not in a hurry to go backâ, you shrugged. âBut itâs boring.â
âI knowâ, he sighed and looked at you for a moment. âBut at least now we have time to hang out.â
âLike old timesâ, you smiled. Harry smiled softly and nodded.
âLike old times.â
âWhere are we going by the way? Most restaurants are still closedâ, you said.
You had been so focused on talking to Harry and watching him drive that you hadnât been paying attention to the streets, so you had no idea where you were going.
âMy placeâ, he said, surprising you. âMy new place, actually.â
âYou have a new place?â You asked even more surprised.
âYeah. Too many people knew about the house in Hampstead. It was annoyingâ, he sighed. âHopefully, no one will find out about this one.â
âBut you loved Hampstead!â, you pouted. You loved that house too, to be honest.
âI didnât sell itâ, he shrugged with a smile. âI just donât use it as official residency.â
âGoodâ, you smiled now. âSo⊠your place.â
âYouâre okay with that?â He asked a bit concerned.
âOh yes! I just assumed we would to some restaurantâ, you shrugged.
âI thought about itâ, he nodded. âBut even if theyâre open, I feel bad for the people who have to work in them, so I guess it makes their lives less anxious with less customers.â
âAlways so thoughtfulâ, you commented.
âCanât help myselfâ, he said, his cheeks blushing a little.
You smiled sweetly and looked out of the window, now curious to see where he had moved to. Judging by the zone, you were in the south of London, although you couldnât figure out exactly where.
Finally, he drove into a subterranean parking in a big brick building. The parking didnât have many cars, which led you to believe that he didnât have many neighbours. Harry parked at the very end of the place and, once he turned off the engine, you unbuckled yourself and got out of the car.
âQuite big for a few carsâ, you commented looking around.
âI knowâ, he laughed after locking his car. âItâs a new building. Probably is four years old, so not many people live here yet. And those who do, have more than one car soâŠâ
âYou have more than one spot?â You asked.
âThose three are also mineâ, he said pointing.
You smiled when you saw the familiar black Range Rover in which you had been so many times over the years. The other two spots were empty, but you knew he had the cars to fill them.
Without saying anything, he started walking to an elevator you hadnât seen at first sight. You followed him while you checked your phone before throwing it into your bag for the rest of the day. When you got into the elevator, you looked around at how new it looked.
âHow long have you been living here?â You asked, leaning against the wall of the elevator.
âA couple of yearsâ, he shrugged and you nodded. âI was the second one to move in.â
âReally?â He nodded. âNiceâ, you chuckled.
It didnât surprise you when the elevator opened at the last floor. He had always liked high places and he had always said that he would love to live in a penthouse someday. It looked like he had fulfilled another one of his fantasies. As you stepped out, you saw that there were only two doors. Private.
âIâm the only one in this floorâ, he commented. âThese two places are the most expensive soâ, he shrugged.
âMore silence for you. Imagine a family with three children living across the hallâ, you said.
âYou would go crazyâ, he laughed.
âDefinitelyâ, you smiled a little.
It wasnât like you didnât like kids. You did. But when there were many of them, you got a bit nervous, especially if they were loud.
Harry took out a keychain and put it in front of where a locker should have been. It beeped and he pushed the door open. He looked back with a cocky grin.
âSnobâ, you mumbled when he let you walk in first.
âHey!â He laughed.
He took your bag and hung it next to the door while you looked around in awe. It was an open-space living room and kitchen, surrounded by huge windows from where you could see Vauxhall Bridge and the other side of the Thames. It was all decorated in cold colours, but it wasnât a cold environment. He had managed to give his personal and warm touch.
âWhat do you think?â He asked standing behind you, a bit more closer than what you expected.
âMuch better than Hampsteadâ, you admitted.
âYou think so?â
âThereâs no way teenage girls will camp just outside your doorâ, you shrugged.
âGood pointâ, he laughed. âCome, Iâll show you the balcony.â
âIâm not a big fan of heightsâ, you reminded him while he was dragging you by your hand.
âI wonât let you goâ, he said.
Saying no to him was an impossible task. There was nothing you could deny to him, not when he gave you that dimpled smile that you loved so much.
To be honest, the views were breath-taking, it couldnât be denied, but you didnât go too close to the edge just in case and Harry didnât push you. All he did was hold your hand tightly.
âI have to confess somethingâ, he said after a while.
âWhat is it?â You asked quietly.
âI havenât cooked anything. I was praying you were craving pizzaâ, he said, making you laugh out loud.
âIâm always craving pizza, you idiotâ, you said giving him hand a gentle squeeze before going back inside.
He followed you inside but left the door open. While he ordered the pizza, you walked around the living room, checking out the photos he had framed and also the vinyl collection he had. You smiled a little when you saw that he had all One Direction CDs there as well, as vinyl.
When you started looking at the photos, the first one that caught your eye was one of the two of you, so many years ago, in the tour bus. You took it from the chest it was on. You smiled warmly as you remembered all those long hours stuck into the bus. Somehow, they all managed to make it fun.
In the photo, you and Harry were laying down on one of the sofas, sleeping while facing each other. You were cuddled up against him while he had one hand on your waist, hugging you, and the other one stretched over your head. You remembered having that photo as your lockscreen for so long.
âI think thatâs my favourite.â
You hadnât expected Harry to be just behind you. You hadnât even heard him coming close to you, so you gasped and almost dropped the photo, but he was quick enough to catch it.
âSo I would appreciate if you didnât break itâ, he chuckled.
âSorry, you scared meâ, you said.
âSorryâ, he said too and looked down at the photo before putting it back on top of the chest. âWe really had fun that tour, didnât we?â
âWasnât it the one when we started dating?â You asked. He nodded and turned around to walk to couch. âIt really was fun.â
âAre you seeing anyone?â He asked all of sudden.
You chuckled and looked down before shaking your head. It was a question that always came up between you two. If the answer was positive it changed the whole mood of the time you spent together. It wasnât like you didnât want each other to date other people, but it still hurt to see it.
âAre you?â You asked.
âNoâ, he said and looked at you before smiling a little.
âActually, I wanted to talk to you about thatâ, he said and looked down at his hands. He started playing with his rings, which he used to do whenever he got nervous.
âAbout what?â
âUs.â
âOhâŠâ, you gulped and looked down as well.
You always feared when he brough that up. Usually it was because he was seeing someone, so you guessed this time wouldnât be different, even though he had just said he wasnât seeing anyone. You bite your lip and nodded.
âOkayâ, you whispered.
âI was going to wait until after we ate but since it came upâ, he shrugged.
âYou brought it upâ, you quickly said.
âGood pointâ, he chuckled.
âAnywayâ, you looked at him. âWhat is it? Whatâs her name?â
âHer name?â He asked confused. âIâm⊠Iâm not seeing anyone. I told you.â
âReally?â You frowned, even more confused than him. âI just- Every time you want to talk about us, it is because youâre seeing someone.â
âOh⊠I hadnât thought about it, to be honestâ, he said thinking about it before laughing a little. âItâs not the case nowâ, he shrugged.
âWhat is it?â You asked now curious but also fearful. What if he said he didnât have feelings for you anymore?
âYou know how we have always said that we canât be together because of how messy my life is, right?â He asked and you nodded, having no clue where he was going with this. âWell, Iâve been thinking about it, and you were right about it back then. When I was in the band. Now itâs different.â
âHow? You still have the same jobâ, you shrugged. âAnd I donât want you to have a different oneâ, you quickly added.
âYes, but Iâm not touring all year longâ, he explained. âNow I can take my time. Itâs been two years since I dropped my first solo album and only last year, I dropped Fine Line. Yes, when Iâm on tour I spend a lot of time on it, but I also have a lot of time between one and the next. Especially now that itâs been postponed.â
âHarryâ, you interrupted him. âGo to the pointâ, you chuckled.
âYes, sorryâ, he smiled a little. âI want to give it, us, another chance.â
Your mind went completely blank as he said the words. You had no idea how many times you had dreamed about this and, now that it was right in front of you, you didnât know what to say. Suddenly, you felt scared, confused, lost. You loved him? Of course you did. Was this a good idea? You got no idea. You only knew that the first time almost broke you and you didnât know if you were ready to go through that again.
Although it could work out this time, a tiny voice inside your head said.
What if it didnât? What if you just didnât work as a couple?
Luckily for you, just then the bell rang.
âPizza!â You exclaimed and got up, relieved to have some time off from that conversation.
Harry looked at you as you ran to the door, obviously running away from him at the moment. He had no idea what to think of that. Did that mean you didnât feel the same way anymore? You only saw him as a friend? Or maybe it was just that you didnât see it coming and felt a bit overwhelmed? He wanted to believe it was the latest, but his mind kept on going to the worst-case scenario.
Anyway, the food was there and he figured that giving you time to take his words in wouldnât hurt anyone.
Harry had already paid for the pizzas when he ordered them, so all you had to do was take them. Once you closed the door by pushing it with your foot, you went to the isle that separated the kitchen from the living room and put them on top of it.
âThis smell amazingâ, you said while Harry was walking around the kitchen gathering the dishes, glasses and napkins.
âIâm drooling just by the smellâ, he agreed. âDo you want to eat here, in the living room or out there?â
âItâs a bit chilly out thereâ, you said. âMaybe the living room and we can watch something on Netflix?â
âSounds goodâ, he nodded.
Silently, you two moved everything to the living room and set the table up. When it was all ready, Harry turned on the TV and logged into his Netflix account before he started looking for something to watch while you poured water into the glasses.
âWhat about Harry Potter and The Priosioner of Azkaban?â He suggested.
âYou know meâ, you smiled widely.
It was your favourite Harry Potter movie, so there was no way you would say no to it. Harry smiled warmly and nodded to himself.
âI doâ, he sighed before pressing play on the remote.
***
âIâm surprised you watched the whole movieâ, you said two hours later when the movie was over.
âWhy?â Harry asked.
He stood up and started taking everything back to the kitchen.
âWellâ, you got up too and took the glasses. âYou always fall asleep during the movies I choose.â
âTechnically, I chose this one, so it wouldâve been rude to fall asleepâ, he said while you handed him the glasses so he would put them into the dishwasher.
âItâs rude anyway but whatever helps you sleep at nightâ, you said with a smile.
âAre you saying Iâm rude?â He asked with his eyes narrowed after he closed the dishwasher.
âContrary to popular belief, Mr. Styles⊠I know the whole truth about youâ, you said, crossing your arms.
âAnd what is that?â He asked, mirroring your position.
âThat you can be rude sometimesâ, you shrugged.
âFalling asleep during a movie is not rude. It is⊠tirednessâ, he said, making you laugh.
âAnd you always have a reply for everythingâ, you said.
âI like to be preparedâ, he shrugged.
âLike I saidâŠâ, you laughed and leaned against the counter.
Harry laughed out loud and shook his head before excusing himself to go to the bathroom. You stayed there in the kitchen, thinking again about what Harry had said just before the pizza arrived. You had barely paid attention to the movie thanks to that.
You had no idea where that proposition came from. It had been years since you two had had any conversation about your relationship and you had no idea what you wanted. Yes, you loved him. Yes, you wanted to be with him. But you feared that this was just about him feeling nostalgic. You remembered vividly the great couple you two were, but you didnât know if you could go through that kind of heartbreak again.
âYou know what Iâve been trying to get better at during lockdown?â
You jumped a little since you hadnât heard him coming back from the bathroom.
âSurprise meâ, you said, still lost in thought.
âFootballâ, he said. You looked at him with an eyebrow raised, trying not to laugh.
âReally?â You asked. âHow did that turn out exactly?â
âAwfulâ, he admitted, making you laugh.
âI figuredâ, you nodded and sighed, looking down at your hands.
You felt him coming closer until he was standing right in front of you. Yet, you didnât dare to look up.
âYou okay?â He finally asked.
âWhere did that come from?â You blurted out. When he didnât answer, you looked up. He was frowning and the look in his eyes told you that he was measuring his words. âAbout us.â
âFrom⊠what I feel for youâ, he said like it was obvious. âWhat Iâve always felt for you.â
âRightâ, you sighed.
âDonât you feel the same anymore?â He asked worried.
âI donât think thereâs a world, a universe, where I donât feel that way about youâ, you sighed.
âWhatâs the problem, then?â
âWhy now? How do I know that this, you wanting more again, is not something that will just go away?â You asked.
âIâve always wanted more from us, (Y/N). The only reason we broke up was because we couldnât make it work with our lives. We can nowâ, he said. Hesitantly, he took a step towards you and held your hands. âIâve loved you since we were 18. I can promise you it isnât going anywhere. Ever. And neither am I.â
âItâŠâ, you sighed. âIt just hurt so much when we broke up, Harry. I donât think I can go through that again.â
âYou wonât.â
âYou canât promise thatâ, you chuckled.
âI couldâ, he shrugged. âBecause thatâs a promise I plan on keeping.â
You looked down at your united hands and sighed. His hands had always been so big, way bigger than yours, which had always made you feel safe in a strange way. You bit your lip, not knowing what to do. You knew what you wanted, but you didnât know if you were brave enough to do it.
âI love youâ, you whispered.
âAnd I love you tooâ, he said back, rubbing your hands. âYouâre my endgame.â
âDonât use The Avengers against meâ, you said, making him laugh. With a sigh, you looked up and it surprised you to find his green eyes so close to yours. âYou canât look at me with those eyes and expect me to give you a reasoned answer.â
âI donât want you to follow reasonâ, he shrugged. âI want you to say what you really want.â
âYouâ, you said without hesitation. âAlways. Every day.â
Harry smiled warmly and put some hair out of your face gently, before cupping your face.
Your heart was beating so fast and it felt so loud, that it surprised you that he couldnât listen to it. You didnât know what the right thing to do was, but you knew that reasoning about this wouldnât get you anywhere. You knew you loved him, you knew you wanted to be with him. Maybe he was right. Maybe you could make it work this time. They said that third time was the charm, but maybe the second could be your charm.
âIs it a yes?â He asked, now looking at your lips.
âYesâ, you finally nodded.
His smile grew even bigger now before pulling you towards him and pressing his lips against yours. Just like every single time, you felt fireworks in your stomach. Ever since the first time you kissed him, you felt you could spend your whole time kissing him and would never get tired of it.
Maybe this time, you could do it forever.
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And life will always be la vie en rose
Mark Lee x reader // FLUFF, SMUT, SMUT
Themes: long distance relationship, established relationship, very domestic
Word count: 4k
Summary: The city of love with the person you love. Mark surprises you in Paris but the vacation was not going as expected.
Warnings: phone sex, unprotected sex, swearing, mentions of alcohol, drunk mark lee hehe
A/N: Inspired by Emily in Paris and Markâs TVN short drama. requested by @mellowvoidexpertfriendââ sorry it took me awhile :( and I hope this makes you happy. Thank you for requesting it! I wanted to give it a sad ending but figured you might hate me if I do that.
Its been almost seven months since you moved to Paris for work and leave the life youâve always been used to. Your family, friends, your boyfriend Mark, all of them knew that moving to the city of love for your career is a big step.
Although some of them did not agree with your decision that youâre choosing your career, at least you have your boyfriendâs support no matter what. Mark has been with you since you were just starting at your job, heâs always supportive and caring even though he has his own career to take care of. Long distance is hard, but thereâs nothing Mark wouldnât do for you.
âGood morning, Parisâ he greets you with a bright smile, the perfect afternoon light hits his face perfectly. You miss seeing that glow in person.
âGood afternoon, Seoul â you answered with a raspy tone. Still sleepy but happy to see Mark, even if itâs from your phone screen.
âTired? I miss youâ he says, smiling sweetly through the screen. He was still in bed, comfortably laid with his thick blue sheets and striped fluffy pillows.
âYes. I have a lot of stuff to do in the office today. But I still got time, no need to rush this callâ you stretched in bed.
âWant to have phone sex?â He was hesitating to ask you but Mark was really horny in the middle of a hot afternoon. Good thing mornings make you horny like crazy too, so you said âyesâ and the next thing you know is youâre both naked in bed, phone on the bedside table with a perfect view of your naked body.
âRun a finger up and down your slitâ he commands. You can hear soft grunts from Mark already, pumping his semi-hard cock on the screen. âYes baby, you look hotâ he moans and you smile at his compliment.
âOh I miss touching your boobs, the next time I see you Iâll grip those so hard- ahâ he was having a hard time talking because watching you touch yourself was always too good and too much for him. âSo good baby, pinch your nipples for meâ he added. You moan and with your free hand, you lick your fingers and rubbed it on your nipples and made sure to let him hear your soft moans.
âFuck- that was hotâ he was going a little too fast pumping his cock, the sound of it was turning you on, and how Mark bites his lips and rolls his head back, watch you with half-lidded eyes. You just smiled, knowing that heâs your man and only you can see him like this. âWhatâs that smile for? I love it when you smile like thatâ you giggle at what he said.
âBaby, Iâm nearâ it was a high-pitched moan and you curl yourself a little, trying to stop yourself from cumming so fast.
âOkay-fuck, spread your legs- yeah just like thatâ you followed what he said and you see his lower abdomen go up and down a little too fast, obvious that heâs stopping himself from cumming before you do. âRemember how I fucked you during your last night here- Ahhh. You were begging me to stop but I couldnât cause your pussy is so goodâ
âFuck Markâ you were still moaning deliciously, trying not to close your legs for Mark. His eyes were fixed to your body, your lips that he misses so much, how you work wonders with your own fingers.
âOh! I will, Y/n. I will- fuckâyouâ
You came first then Mark, you watch his thick cum land on his stomach. Watching him look so weak and sweaty but still handsome. He caught you looking at him while you were cleaning your fingers, he winked at you and smiled which made you shy for no reason.
âI love you. Can I talk to you for a couple more minutes?â he requests, holding his phone near his face after he cleaned his cum.
âI love you too. Of course. We can still talk while Iâm in the showerâ he nod his head in disbelief. And smiled oh so sweetly to you before he tells you about his morning and how he had a dream of you. He was promoted last month, so thereâs not much work for him these days because heâs basically a boss now. To be honest you feel bad for not being with him to celebrate for his promotion, talking to him for as long as he likes is the least you can do for him. Sometimes youâre talking to him while you walk to your office, or having lunch alone, virtual dates, or letting him pick what lipstick suits you on a certain outfit.
For almost a year, it was the little things that make you both even more in love with each other and no one is complaining.
âHey Y/n, the boss wants to see you with your presentation nowâ your assistant knocked on your door, holding it for you as you gather your laptop and pretend that youâre not nervous.
âWhat if she hates my ideas?â you asked your assistant, walking together slowly to the conference room.
âThe dragon lady will love it, donât overthink itâ she pats your back good luck and opened the door for you.
During your presentation, your boss had this Iâm-bored-can-we-go-home-now face and it was bothering you while you were talking in front. Nonetheless, you delivered every single detail perfectly and smoothly that the other members of the board were impressed, and you hope the dragon lady is too.
âGood. Make it happen. Are we done here? Give her the company credit card and I want updates every week. Dismissedâ
Thatâs your cue to breathe. Finally, you can relax. You were smiling from ear to ear for a minute then you remember all the work that you have to finish. Making this project happen-making this fundraiser happen, will seriously impress your boss and the other members of the board. You canât afford to fuck up. Â
Overworking doesnât bother you at all, you donât care if youâre the last one in the office and the first one to come the next day. You love your job and you value it. But to be honest, overworking is your coping mechanism. To stop thinking about home and Mark, just continue until you make it.
You got home and talked to Mark about the great news, of course, heâs very proud of you. Then you talked about the list of things that you have to work on for the project, and you wish you didnât. Mark loves you, and thatâs clear but he hates it when you overwork.
âCanât you, make someone else do it?â easy for him to say because heâs a boss now.
âNo, baby I canât. This is my one way ticket to be the boss. If I make this happen, then okay, Iâll order everyone I see. But for now... sorry babe, itâs work for meâ you said while unzipping your dress and moving around your room to change into some comfortable clothes. âAre you mad?â you asked, hoping heâs not.
âI canât be mad at you, for loving what you do. Iâm worried, thatâs allâ
After that call, Mark was dealing with some of his work as well and thinking about how he can rescue you from overworking. Well, he only had one effective solution. And that is to visit you in Paris and be with you so he can take care of you for a short time. He wasnât going to visit until Christmas, but he couldnât wait much longer.
He gave himself a week to think this all out and plan his surprise to you. He booked a flight, took two weeks off from work, and packed his bags.
You, on the other hand, is busy overworking tonight at the office. You feel heavy and exhausted, hungry but you just want to sleep when you finally get home, and Mark hasnât messaged you like he normally does in almost two days. You feel awful, but Paris at night can quickly take away all youe exhaustion. Everywhere you look is beautiful.
As you force yourself not to feel tired on your way home, you saw a familiar figure who just got out of the taxi with a bunch of luggage. Am I dreaming? You slightly slap your face and walk slowly behind the man and wait for him to turn around.
When he did, you almost burst into tears.
Itâs been seven months since you last saw Mark in the flesh.
âHi, you look exactly like my girlfriendâ he smiled and scrunched his nose, pull you into a hug, and kissed you in front of your apartment building. Paris is starting to feel like the city of love, finally.
You helped him with his bags up to your apartment, feeling so excited and happy that the tiredness that youâre feeling earlier was long gone. As soon as you reached your door and opened it, Mark put down the bags and crashed into your lips. Kissing you in the dark with only the light from your window.
âOh, Iâm never going to leave your side,â he said while hungrily kissing you. Removing your clothes one by one, making a trail of clothes until you reach your room, and pushed you on your bed. Itâs been seven months since you last had sex with him and youâre sure that Mark will make you feel good tonight, as always. He may look innocent and cute always, but Mark knows how to fuck.
âWe just have to be quiet tonight Mark- French neighbors. Donât want to piss them with my moansâ you warn him before his cold hand lands on your boobs, touch them softly and squeeze them tightly as he promised.
âOkay, letâs just keep our moans between us twoâ he kisses your lips as his way of saying, heâs going to start now. Kissing you down to your body until he reaches your pussy, to show that you're eager, you spread your legs widely for him and begged quietly. He used his pinky finger and slides it up and down your slit slowly. So slowly that it makes your legs shiver and your hips jolt, giving you goosebumps and making you sensitive already. He smiled at your reaction, happy that he has that effect on you.
âWetâ he murmurs and proceeds to kiss your pussy, like it was your lips. Feeling his hot tongue on your cunt, using it to fuck you. He spits on your cunt and let you feel it roll down your slit. It makes you sensitive and moans his name. He goes back in and licks you good, his hands run softly on your stomach, making you feel calm and confused. When he felt that youâre already on the edge, he watches you moan quietly, pinched your nipples, and did not released it until youâre shivering and shaking your legs uncontrollably.
You catch your breath until you see Mark above you, kissing your cheeks and reaching for your hands to intertwine it with his. âI just miss you, is it too much?â you shook your head with a smile and kissed your boyfriend back.
âMy turn to give back,â you said weakly, but youâre already pushing him on the mattress. On your way to straddle the man you love and ride him good. You kissed him softly, grinding on his cock and spreading your juices on it. Brushing his nipples softly, which made him stop kissing you to let out a curse and tell you to donât stop. It was too much for him but he likes it, overstimulating himself was his favorite and he drags you into that pleasure of his.
As you put his cock inside you, he grab holds on your wrist that he allows you to rest on his strong chest as you fuck him. Seeing you on top of him after for so long was toe-curling for him. The thought of it makes him blush, but also his view of your boobs in front of his face makes him smile too. He licks it once, âOh- Baby, do that again?â you ask of him, he knew you would like it.
Your boobs are perfectly being sucked by Mark while you bounce up and down on him, rolling your hips at a steady pace. He lets go of your right nipple with a wet sound, feeling both of your nipples really swollen and sensitive. âCanât hold on much longer baby, let me take over?â he was already on edge, you are too, but you let him take control and let him fuck you senseless that you were covering your mouth to stop yourself from moaning to loud.
âBite me,â he said and you didnât think twice, you bit his shoulder as you ride your high. He was cumming so hard too and his whimpers were muffled by the pillow behind you. You feel like he's going to crush your hand by gripping it so tightly and he feels like his shoulder is about to bleed.
It was a romantic night in the city of love. Both exhausted from sex but you two never kept quiet and talked to each other all through the night, watching the Eiffel Tower from your window, bodies covered with your thin sheets. You snuggle to Mark sniffing his armpit and making him giggle like a teenager, he tickles your legs and making you jolt and kick him a little too hard which made you both laugh so hard. You were away from each other for a long time, but your love stays the same and neither one of you is planning to ruin it.
The next day, Mark woke up with the smell of freshly cooked omelet and the zest of freshly squeezed orange juice. He looked at your clock on the bedside table, and it was almost lunchtime. He was quick to put on his glasses and find you, still naked because of last nightâs intimacy but he doesnât care. He feels home because youâre the first person he sees. Mark wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder.
âI was wondering where did my shirt go,â he says with a raspy voice. Itâs obvious that heâs still sleepy but he wants to spend as much time with you.
âStill sleepy?â you turn around after turning the stove off, âAnd still naked with only your glasses, huh? You look like a nerdy porn starâ you tease him, slap his ass, and made him wear at least his sweatpants and come eat breakfast with you.
âYou donât have work today?â he asks, chewing his omelet and drinking his juice.
âI have but, I call in sick for three days. Wouldnât want to waste timeâ you said, smiling and winked at him. âYou know, I know why youâre here. And I want you to know itâs workingâ he chuckled and scratched his head, busted he thought. âBut I can only leave work for three days, after that I promise you I will do my best to still be with you, and not waste your time here-â you were talking too fast, rambling that he didnât have any choice but to stop you from talking. Â
âUnderstood, baby chill. Iâm not here to sabotage your career, Iâm here to take care of youâ
In those three days, you and Mark enjoy Paris like a married couple enjoying their honeymoon. Youâve never enjoyed Paris like this, all thanks to Mark, the city became even more special and magical for you. You brought him to different French restaurants and made him eat a lot of good food and a lot of Watermelons, of course. You toured the city hand in hand, going to art galleries and taking countless pictures. The winery tour and your dinner date made Mark really drunk and it made him ten times even more funny. It was a struggle to bring him back to your apartment in his drunken state, but you love him too much that you even enjoyed his drunken company.
âIâm gonna ask you to marry me okay? Are you ready?â you help him step by step as you go up to your apartment, laughing so loud and disturbing your french neighbors, he was going on and on talking about marriage. âItâs true, check my pocket get the ringâ
There's a huge part of you that secretly hopes that heâs telling the truth. Even if heâs proposing in his drunken state and couldnât pop a knee, itâs okay. The staircase is still romantic for you and drunk or not, you love Mark with all your heart and soul. If Mark was telling the truth⊠you will say âyesâ and accept it will all your heart.
With all your bravery, you checked the pocket of his jacket and looked for a ring or a box. Honestly, you donât know what youâre searching for. But thereâs no ring. It made you disappointed but just laughed it all out and soothe his back because heâs about to throw up.
You reached your apartment, just in time for Mark to puke and curse every alcohol in the world. âSorry if Iâm a burdenâ he murmurs, resting his forehead on your toilet bowl while reaching for the flush.
âYouâre never a burden. Feeling okay? Come on Iâll help you clean upâ you kissed him on the forehead and left to get some clean clothes for him.
You spent the night taking care of Mark, enjoying how he hugs you so tight like heâs a child while he whines about how his head hurts. The night mostly consists of him whispering his apologies and never-ending I love youâs, while you still think about what he said earlier. Even if it didnât happen tonight, the fact that he brought it up, finally, means that he was thinking of doing it someday. And that thought alone made you throw away your disappointment and hug him even more tightly.
Days go by and you juggle work and spending time with Mark and enjoy Paris. You feel bad letting him visit some great places alone or stay inside your apartment until you come home from work and go out finally. It was heartbreaking in many ways, but you didnât have a choice.
On Markâs first weekend in Paris, the first thing you did is wake him so early with loving kisses and go to the market with him. There, you and mark bought food for dinner tonight and promised you will cook for him. He was so in love with the city but had a hard time talking to French people.
âWow, your French has improvedâ he praises you, âI read somewhere on the internet that the best way to learn the French language is in bed. Is there something I need to know, huh Baby?â he kissed your forehead to let you know that heâs only joking and completely well aware that cheating on him is beyond impossible.
âFuck me in Korean then so I can learn it tooâ it made you both laugh, finding each other completely hilarious.
âOkay, Iâll fuck the Korean words out of you tonightâ
The dinner you made was delicious, and it made Mark sad for a second because he realized he has to wait for a few months more to taste your cooking again. To light up the mood, you didnât let him have a single alcohol tonight and made fun of his alcohol tolerance. And soon, after cleaning up from dinner, you two made love again.
He was balls inside you while you were making the pretties moans only for him to hear, he suddenly moaned Korean words which made you lost it and laughed so loud, your voices could be heard from your open window.
âWere you about to cum? Iâm sorry, I just want to make you happyâ he said, still inside you but not moving anymore.
âOn edge, yeah. But I am, happy Mark. You came to Paris for me, even though I work my ass off while youâre still here. Oh, baby, I feel sorry.â You whine and nuzzle to the side of his sweaty face.
âWill you be happier if I ask you to marry me? Hmm?â
You were like a statue when you heard him talk about it again, and this time heâs sober. He kissed you back to reality, smiling nervously on top of you while waiting for your answer. âHeyâ he kissed you again, giggling awkwardly.
âOf-of course Iâll be happy- are you proposing now?â you were stuttering and your hands were shaking as you reach for his face to cup it and kiss him. Tears in your eyes, pure happiness.
âWhile I'm still inside of you? No- I already have the ring, but with all thatâs going on with your work right now. I just had to be sure, you want this. The last thing I want is to ruin our relationship and Iâm sorry I had to say this to you while Iâm still inside of you-â
You stopped him from rambling and talking too much, âSave it for breakfast. Now, continue fucking me in Koreanâ you both giggled again in no time. The night went on but it became, even more, sweeter for the both of you, more fucking in Korean happened and both of you slept like angels.
The morning after, you two made breakfast while trying so hard to keep your hands from each other. Obviously, the sweetness from last night hasnât died yet. Marriage is not always a bed of roses, youâre aware of that, but you pray and pray that you and Mark stay the same like this for many years more.
âSo that night at the stairs?â you asked him, taking a sip of from your coffee, eyes never leaving each other.
âI was serious but too drunk. I was going to talk about it with you that night, butâŠâ you understand. Still, it made you happy. The morning was filled with laughter and kisses with Mark, talking more about marriage and the possibilities of having kids, shower sex, and him helping you prepare for work.
When you were just about to leave, âOh! I almost forgot, fuck, Uhm- I need you to be my date tomorrow night. Itâs the event that Iâve been working on, hereâ you hand him your credit card, âSorry I canât go with you. Buy yourself a nice suit okay? Iâll see you at dinner, Iâll be a little late, but Iâll make it to dinnerâ and again, you feel bad about treating him this way.
Mark is amazing in many ways, he bought a nice suit for your event tomorrow night and looked for a quiet french restaurant where he can propose to you properly. It was not hard, but talking to French people was not easy either. All he had in mind was, you deserved a romantic proposal.
Your most awaited day finally comes and everything is running smoothly. You havenât seen Mark, because the dragon lady wanted you to get ready with her at the hotel where she was staying. âHave you seen Mark?â you asked your assistant, âI left him at the gallery. I told him youâll meet him shortlyâ
After a few minutes of saying 'hi' 'hello' to the guests, you forgot that you were looking for your boyfriend and felt bad for doing that.
âHey beautifulâ he whispered behind you, and you almost spilled your champagne. You turned around and see the most handsome man on Earth, wearing a black and white suit with a slightly crooked bow tie. Your mind swims to the question, âwill he be this handsome on your wedding day?â
âWow- Iâm speechlessâ is all you can say while admiring him like he's one of the paintings hanged on the wall. Â
âYou look expensively beautifulâ he greets you with a kiss and you fixed his bow tie, asking for a kiss again that he happily gave. You showed him around and introduced him to your friends, exchanged laughs for a minute then you're around working again, leaving him alone. He watches you do your job, even if heâs left alone most of the time. Nonetheless, the event was a success and youâre soon to be promoted, the dragon lady told you herself.
âBaby, Iâm sorryâ
âWhat for? You were great the whole nightâ he helps you unzip your beautiful Valentino dress.
âHow many times did we talk tonight, I feel badâ you whine and helped him with his tie while youâre all exposed, wearing only your black lingerie. He played with the strap of your bra and proceeds to palm your ass. You did the same because he has a much nicer ass, he chuckled and kissed you to bed. Just like that, Mark turned everything around.
Itâs his last day in Paris today, he leaves tomorrow morning. And you hate it. The bed feels, even more, warmer with him in it, youâre not ready to let go yet. âDonât worry. We have forever to make the bed warm. Right?â he tries to cheer you up. âDonât forget the dinner tonight okay?â he added.
Your day went on with Mark and you two spend more time together talking about life and everything under the sun, laughing while eating watermelons, until you had to leave again for the company dinner. It was supposed to be a night filled with Mark and Mark only but your boss decided to throw a dinner celebration for a successful event the other night, and you canât miss it because she told you, âShow up tonight. Donât piss meâ. with a sly smirk that you oh so hate. Â
It was heartbreaking. You donât know if the dragon lady knew that Mark was going to propose tonight or itâs just your life, ruining your perfect relationship with Mark. The dinner ended almost before midnight and you ran to the restaurant Mark told you not caring anymore if these Manolo pumps cost a fortune.
There, you saw Mark playing the piano while the restaurant staff was already cleaning up, fixing tables and chairs. It's been a while since the last time you saw him play an instrument, he knew you love it when he sings for you. You looked around the place and figured how he found a place like this in a country he's not familiar with. He was trying so hard during his whole stay, and you just watched and you let the people from work drain you until thereâs nothing left for Mark.
He was still playing the piano sadly when you embraced him from behind, greeting him with a kiss. Feeling sorry for ruining the night he has planned for the two of you. He stopped and faked a smile, it was obvious and it pains you to see him like this. The space was quiet, and you notice that the staff were nice enough to give you two some privacy. He continued playing the piano and started singing the song his father used when he proposed to his mother.
You feel unworthy of his love.
Mark kissed you before he stands up, but all you wanted to do is say sorry over and over again. But you didnât want to ruin the mood. You watch him bend on one knee, smiling shyly but you can say that he knows what he's doing. âEven if I already know the answer, and even if you become the busiest woman in Paris, marry me? Make me the happiest man alive?â
You were in tears, but you donât know if it's made of happiness or sadness. There was a moment of silence that made him nervous and thought that maybe you changed your mind. It was making him nervous.
âYes yes, of courseâ
Mark sighed in relief and let out a nervous laugh. He puts the ring on your finger and dried your tears before he kisses you. You see his sharp cheekbones appear from too much smiling and told you that his cheeks hurt.
That very moment made you realize that your job here in Paris and your boss, doesnât deserve you. You can be amazing somewhere else, somewhere closer to Mark. In that way, you can be busy, yes, but you can come home to him every day and fuck in Korean the whole night.
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Hey i just read exile inspired fic and it is soo good. I think you should write one based on the song tolerate it by ts? With harry plz. The drama, fight, tears.. I think you will reflect the emotion so well omg.
Tolerate It | Harry Potter
A/N: Hi lovely! First off, I adored this request so much and I really hope Iâve done it justice. Tolerate It is such a beautiful song and defo one of my favourites off of Evermore to cry to, thereâs just so much detail hidden within the lyrics and I adore that. Harry too!! Thereâs not enough stuff for Harry, so I hope Iâve done well for you! ( Also this is super short, but Iâve been swamped with coursework xox )
Summary: Y/N is in love with The Boy Who Lived, and due to marry him in the Spring with a beautiful April wedding. Friends to lovers to that engaged couple who are just too in love to function, they share the most perfect story. But when Y/N begins to see their relationship for what it is, her entire world is thrown off key...
Warnings: angst and lots of it, loneliness, sadness, swearing.
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âYouâre coming home tonight, right?â Y/N asks, excitement and anticipation heavy in her tone, cherry red nails clicking against the cold metal of the answerphone.
âOf course, Iâll be back soon, love.â Harry Potter, her beloved fiancĂ©, answered back on the other side from his workplace all the way in central London. His office is almost empty, devoid of any homely photos or colleagues: they had all gone home to their families long ago, and yet he stayed behind. He had no work to finish, no cases glaring to be solved. There was nothing to do but leave, but Harry didnât.
âYouâve said that before.â Y/N pointed out blandly, her forced smile fading slightly. Many times had Harry said he was on his way home, only to send a letter the next morning apologising for suddenly getting swamped with unavoidable paperwork. âPlease come home Harry, Iâve even made your favourite for dinner.â
âThat sounds good, I promise Iâll be there soon. Iâm just leaving the Ministry now.â Harry replied monotonously, not sounding nearly as happy as Y/N wished he would. Perhaps he had just had a bad day at the office, he must have done. But he had just one too many bad days now, and the reality that he might not want to see her was beginning to sink in.
Shaking off that horrible thought, Y/N inhaled a sharp breath and chewed the edge of her top lip. âAlright, if you say so. Iâll see you then.â
âBye.â Harry said shortly before putting the phone down and staring at his office, desperately trying to find a reason to stay at work. He did love Y/N, he did. Heck, he had even asked her to marry him and kissed the edge of her lips as they set the date. And then postponed it. And then postponed it another year after that, all because of some urgent work that Harry had suddenly come across. He was just so young, forced to grow up so quickly he didnât even have time for a scrap of a childhood. Maybe that was why he didnât want to see Y/N, why going home to their apartment often felt like a chore.
Back at their cosy flat in the nicer part of Greenwich, Y/N put the phone down after hearing an abrupt beep on the other end that let her know he had hung up. She sighed before walking over to a tall cabinet that stood to the side of their kitchen, taking out a set of nice china plates her Grandmother had left her and crystal wine glasses. It was the lovely cutlery only used for things like Christmas and obligatory dinner parties her family forced her to hold.
After setting it out on the table, Y/N checked the time and supposed that if Harry really had left as he said, he would be back in just a minute through the wonders of apparation. Carefully so she wouldnât somehow spill the food in her clumsiness, a quality Harry once said he loved about her, Y/N moved the food from the oven, to plates and then through to their front room where the fancy cutlery was set up. A smile made its way onto her face, a beaming, gorgeous smile of confidence that her and Harry would finally have the night she deserved. One where work or his reluctance to put effort into their relationship, even if she did pretend she knew nothing about this, didnât get in the way.
Alas however, minutes passed and there was no sign of Harry anywhere. The food grew colder and that wonderful, rare smile of hers faded into an all too comfortable frown, the crease between her eyebrows deepening with not only disappointment, but anger. A growing resentment for Harryâs lack of care or even acknowledgement of their engagement. He didnât seem to give two hoots that she had made a lovely meal; after all, he had only called it âgoodâ. Not fabulous or decadent or even something praiseful. Just good.
They hadnât said âI love youâ before they hung up the phones. Harry had only said one word. Y/Nâs mind began to spiral, her breathing growing quicker and sharper as the thought that it might be time to confront Harry about the buildup of letdowns over the course of the last few months. A year even, since he had properly spent time at home. At their home, the one in which he had knelt down on one knee and told her he wanted to grow old with her by his side, failing at muggle card games on the front porch as they watched their grandchildren play.
Not knowing exactly what to do, Y/N retreated to grasping at the doorframe to keep her body from tumbling to the ground. Her mind whirred with the usual possibilities to try and chase away his lateness. Got caught at work, perhaps Ron called. But none of it compared to the looming threat that Harry was scraping any old excuse together in order to stay away. That he was lying, something she never thought she would have to think about him doing. Harry had always been such an honest person, even as a child.
Y/N remembered how nervous he was when he first asked her out during their fifth year at Hogwarts. He had been on this disastrous date with some Ravenclaw she couldnât quite remember the name of, and come back utterly defeated. Feeling sorry for a friend she had always harboured a crush on, Y/N had stayed up all night convincing him something better was around the corner. It occurred to Harry quite quickly after that that Y/N was that somebody. She liked him, and at the time that was enough to make him think he was in love. To some degree he was, but not nearly as much as Y/N had fallen for him.
It was almost midnight when the front door to their apartment clicked with the turn of a key, and Y/N, still standing in the same sad place by the door to their living room, finally saw Harry step into their home. It had been hours since they were supposed to eat the food that Y/N had worked to hard to create. There it still sat however, with the plates and crystal glasses and unopened bottle of wine in the same place, completely untouched.
Y/N had a thousand things to say to him. Usually it would begin with her asking him where he had been galavanting off to, but not tonight. Tonight was the final tear in her elastic heart, just enough to finally make it tear into two broken, hollowed out pieces. She stood, silent and just watched as he took off his shoes and put his coat back in itâs place without saying anything. Harry wasnât even trying anymore, and that hurt more than him being late to begin with.
âSorry for the delay, something came up.â Harry said, standing a few metres away from her. There was no affectionate kiss to the forehead like when they were fresh out of Hogwarts with teenage dreams and ambitions. No arm comfortably slung around her waist in a protective manner. Y/N missed that especially out of all the things that had faded away. That simple gesture that showed he wanted to hold her above all else, above everyone else who had ever wanted to touch the Chosen One like she did.
âSomething.â Y/N repeated, no emotion in her voice. It sounded almost like a recording being played back to him, just with any tone sucked away. âItâs always something, isnât it?â She continued, not finding quite the right words to encompass the flummox of emotions seeping into her veins. âWork. Ron called. Hermione called. Work. Work again.â
âThere really was something.â Harry pathetically added. It was a lie of course, he had spent the hours at his desk alone and staring aimlessly at a fountain pen as it leaked ink onto the black carpet of his office.
âDo you really think I donât know you at all? Stop lying to me, Harry, just stop it. Iâm done with being lied to.â Y/N says, her voice remaining as monotonous as ever as if sheâs already grieving something. âI want to know what was so important that youâve missed the dinner I made. The last thirty dinners, in fact.â
Harry just runs a hand through his messy hair as he tries desperately to think of something to say. But he canât. Thereâs nothing to say that would make him any less guilty.
âIâm so sorry, Y/N.â He manages to whisper.
âYouâve said that already.â Y/N points out without missing a single beat. Sheâs exhausted of pretending that she doesnât know what Harryâs been doing, drained of all energy to put in effort anymore.
âJust tell me what the problem is and we can fix it.â He begs, but his voice is shaky and the words sound as though heâs reading them from a script.
âFine. When did you stop being in love with me?â Y/N asks, sadness seeping into her voice. Tears began to form in her eyes but were quickly blinked away; the last thing she wanted was for Harry to see her as weak. She might be pathetic, pitiful, stupid for not realising earlier... but Y/N was not going to be weak. Not now, not ever.
âWhy would you think that? Y/N, I could never stop loving you.â Harry said, trying to wrap her into a hug only for Y/N to quickly wriggle out of his cold grasp. His fingers left icy burns where they had briefly touched her arm, and Harryâs face dropped as he realised she didnât want him anywhere near her.
âBut you have, Harry. Otherwise you wouldnât be coming home at ridiculous times, or avoiding even looking at me like you are now. You donât love me, you tolerate me because you donât want to be alone. I feel like Iâm begging to be in the footnotes in the story of your life, not a main character anymore.â Y/N explained quietly, neither expecting her to be so frank but once the blunt words were spilling from her lips, not even she could stop them. She watched as Harryâs face crumpled, sadness twisting her gut as she fervently tried not to cry herself.
âY/N... I donât know what to say.â Harry trailed off. Y/N used to be so infatuated with him, so desperately in love that she was blind to his flaws, much like his ridiculous fan base. But she had grown up from the teenager with a crush to a young woman with heart and with ambitions, and Harry was no longer apart of what she wanted out of life. She had stopped being a part of his long ago, she just hadnât realised it then.
âIs this in my head? Tell me Iâve got it wrong somehow, Harry. Because please believe me, I could do it. I could leave.â
âI canât.â Harry finally said. âI did love you once, Y/N. Iâm not even sure what happened to us if Iâm being completely honest.â
âThatâs the problem: you donât really even want me to stay. But thatâs the thing... you built an entire new wizarding world after you defeated You-Know-Who, and where was I? Iâm sorry for being dramatic and shit but Iâm taking this dagger out and finally going where I need to be.â Y/N continued, not pausing as not to give him any time to ask her to stay, not that he would. Her mind was made up, and even Harry could see that.
âIâm sorry, Y/N.â Harry whispered, his voice trailing off as Y/N went to get her coat from a peg just beside their front door.
âItâs alright, really. I know you donât hate me, but both of us know this isnât working anymore. I deserve someone who celebrates me and my love, and that isnât you. Iâm not really sure that it ever was.â Y/N said, a sad smile gracing her delicate features. She looked almost relieved. Utterly broken-hearted, but relieved all the same. âIâll come back for my stuff tomorrow.â
âYouâre leaving me?â Harry said. Even though she had told him why, it still came as a shock. Y/N nodded. âIâm so sorry I didnât treat you how you deserve.â
âIâm sorry about that too.â Y/N replied, both warmly and coldly at the same time. âGoodbye, Harry Potter. All the best.â
âGoodbye.â It was all Harry could fathom to say as she pressed her engagement ring back into his hand, the final recognition of their relationship officially being over. It was a beautiful piece of jewellery, one she at one point she thought she would never take off her finger. There were no more words exchanged about the gesture for none were needed, all had been said already.
One simple word that locked the door on their relationship, the one that Y/N had finally gained the courage to close in the first place. It had taken her so long, so pathetically long, to realise that something wasnât right. That Harry was meant to love her, that love shouldnât and canât survive while being one sided. It shouldnât have to be tolerated, and Y/N had finally learned that through all those lonely nights of wondering where Harry was, what he was getting up to at work, if he even was there.
But as Y/Nâs grandma used to tell her every Christmas, as one door closes, another always opens.
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A/N: hoped you liked it anon!!!
Nancy xx
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annoying? yes. boring? never. // james potter
Summary: Jamesâ best friend has always been a muggle and, despite what everyone thought, they were just that; friends. Right?
Request: Hello there! If you write for James Potter, would you mind writing for him with the cliche prompts 'thereâs people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow youâre close', 'blurting out a confession of love' and 'Iâve been in love with you for years' Thank you very much!!!
A/N: I fucking love this oml thanks for this request itâs literally made my week
Reader: female
Warnings: swearing, a mean boy, fist-fight?
At ten years old, James Potter had been pampered for a whole decade. His parents, who loved him a great deal, gave him everything he could ever wish for and more. So, when he came home one day after school with a friend, they did their best to accommodate, despite the fact that said friend was a muggle. Even at ten years old, you knew something was wrong with the Potter household. Some things moved if you looked at them for too long and you swore the eyes in the paintings followed you. Being a particularly bold and shameless child, you decided to ask James just why his house felt like it held its breath every time you came over. Being a particularly bold and shameless child himself, he told you that his family were wizards. From there began a very lovely friendship.
You spent every day at the Potters after that and whilst his parents made a habit to not parade magic around in front of you, James would often tell you magical stories about elves and wands and sweets and broomsticks. Most of all, he told you about Hogwarts.
âIâve never been,â he said, lying on his stomach facing you as you lay on your back on the carpet of his massive bedroom. âBut Iâve heard itâs amazing. Itâs a massive castle and youâre put into four houses-â
âHouses?â you asked, sitting up and wiping dirt off your arm; youâd been playing in his garden all afternoon.
âYes! Everyone is put into a house thatâs most like them-â
âLike when we picked what Jungle Book characters we would be?â
âExactly!â he smiled; glad heâd made a friend that understood him so well.
The week before he left for Hogwarts was one of the most bittersweet weeks of your life. You were excited for James and, thanks to a good word from the Potters to your parents, you could spend the whole week with him, but you were devastated that your best friend would be leaving you for a magical place you could never go to, to make friends you could never dream of.
âJames,â you started, turning to face him. You were both lying on his floor, feet up against the wall with the Beatles playing in the background from his record player. âYou wonât forget me at Hogwarts, will you?â
âCrikey, Y/N,â he turned to you, nudging your shoulder. âIf it was that easy to get rid of you, I wouldâve done it ages ago.â
He laughed at your gasp of mock offence, his guffaws only growing louder as you pushed him over and began to wrestle.
The first year without James was hard for you. At a new school, having to make all new friends with the knowledge that whilst you were doing maths and biology, he was learning about magical creatures and ridiculous spells, you struggled. It did help, though, that you received a letter from James almost daily. You werenât sure how they got to you but once or twice you saw a strange looking bird fly away when you found them. His letters were full of his adventures and excited for you to meet his friends, heâd described them in detail which, although lame, you found very endearing. You were glad he hadnât forgotten about you.
You were surprised that his parents hadnât either. You got a call from Euphemia Potter on your family home phone around June time. Sheâd asked whether you were at school the next Thursday; you were, but she didnât need to know that. And so, on that Thursday, you went with the Potters to Kings Cross station and waited for James to appear at platform number nine and three quarters. The whole journey there, they told you how much youâd grown since they last saw you and you didnât understand what they meant until you saw James. Heâd stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas and so you hadnât seen him for nine months when he appeared with a trolley of bags, dressed in strange robes. He looked so different. He was taller now and his hair was much scruffier. You thought it suited him.
Youâd never been so excited to see someone and you were pleasantly surprised that the feeling was mutual as you raced to hug each other. You spent most of the summer together, making up for lost time. He told you all about his lessons and teachers and how he and his friends would play pranks constantly.
âIâm shocked that you have friends.â You remarked, helping him put posters of Bob Dylan and Buddy Holly on his walls. You were very glad that he was being cultured on the taste of the time despite the whole wizarding boarding school thing.
âNow thatâs just cold.â
You laughed at his wounded expression.
âGo on, tell me about Serious and Remy.â
âItâs Sirius and Remus, you know that. And Peter, too.â
âYeah, yeah,â you said, smiling so he knew you were only messing with him. âStrange names your lot have.â
Despite how much he wanted to tell you about his adventures, he always asked about how you were doing and what life was like at home. It was sweet, you thought, that he wanted to hear about your life. You told him about new friends youâd made and about how boring the lessons could be, fully aware that listening to someone talk about them would be just as dreadfully tedious as actually going. It didnât matter, though, because for a whole summer you had your best friend back and life had never better. You tried not to think about how in September, he would just disappear again and youâd be left with another nine months without your favourite person.
The next months went by extortionately slowly and whilst you tried to be happy around your friends, nothing felt right without James. When you got a letter from him in the middle of English class, an owl, of all things, tapping at the window, you were beyond excited to hear that he would be coming back home the next week for summer. He said he was bringing his friend Sirius because his parents werenât the nicest and whilst you were excited, you couldnât help but feel nervous about meeting his friend â what would happen if he didnât like you? You had to wait till the weekend to see him; your mum had found out about your ditching school last time and forced you to go in until the school finished for summer. On that Saturday morning, you all but ran to Jamesâ house, hammering on the door in excitement.
When James opened the door, an ear-splitting grin on his face, you were surprised to see how much heâd grown in four months. He was taller, again, and he looked nice, a thought that repulsed you in a way. Heat rushed to your cheeks at your thoughts â this was James, your best friend, you didnât see him like that. He didnât even say hello before he pulled you inside and hugged you like there was no tomorrow. The hug didnât help how flustered you were, his warm arms surrounding you tightly, but it was long overdue.
âSo, this is the infamous Y/N.â
When you pulled away to find the source of the noise, you saw a tall boy with long dark hair and mischievous eyes.
âDoes he talk about me?â you asked, elbowing James in the side before offering your hand to Sirius. The idea that James talked about you made you strangely happy.
âDoes he ever shut up about you?â
James spent the next few days partially regretting combining the two greatest forces in his life. You and Sirius teamed up constantly to tease James, often sharing stories about how ridiculously headstrong he could be. Though he shouldâve been mad, he enjoyed his best friends getting along immensely and something about seeing you and Sirius at the same time made something within him feel right.
âHas he told you about Lily?â Sirius asked, lying across Jamesâ bed whilst you and James sat on the floor, staring at a chessboard. He said he needed the practice for something or other.
âWhoâs Lily?â
You looked up at James to see him blushing and a strange discomfort came over you. You tried to convince yourself you werenât jealous.
âSheâs this Gryffindor girl-â
âYour house?â you asked, knocking over one of Jamesâ bishops with a less gleeful grin than you had before. âLions and stuff.â
âA perfect description.â James teased, earning him a flick in the forehead. He frowned at you, pushing his glasses up.
âExactly.â Sirius smirked, resting his chin on his hand. âI think James here might be in love with her.â
âOh really?â you asked, trying to fill your voice with as much curiosity as you could; you didnât have the stomach for it, though. âCheckmate.â
You didnât notice the sly smirk Sirius sent your way at your response, too busy looking at James, whose reaction to losing was, as always, piss poor.
They spent the rest of the holiday trying to teach you Quidditch which, as imagined, was hard with only a football and some sticks. You enjoyed yourself, though, and spending time with James and Sirius was so much fun. You began to understand the general idea of the game eventually, and James loved to see you pretend to fly on a stick as you threw the football at Sirius.
âYouâd make a great beater.â He said over dinner, cutting into his food.
âOf course, I would.â You replied, earning a snort from Sirius.
âYouâd probably make a better chaser than James, too.â
âOi!â James flicked a pea over the table, earning a half-hearted scolding from his Father and a kick under the table from Siriusâ rather heavy boots.
âYou should come around for dinner tomorrow, love, too.â Euphemia said as you stood at the door, ready to leave. James didnât miss your apologetic expression.
âSorry, Mrs Potter, my Mum wants me doing schoolwork tomorrow.â
âWeâre going back to Hogwarts the next day, I wonât see you.â James said, pouting. You wouldâve teased him but you felt the same; saying goodbye to James was always your least favourite part.
âYouâll just have to write to me every day.â You hugged him, oblivious to the eyes watching both of you.
âOf course, I will.â
He didnât. It was the first time since you met him that youâd gone more than two days without hearing from James. It had been six already and you were worried. Part of you, undeniably, was jealous; his last letter had been about asking Lily to go on a date with him. You knew you probably wouldâve liked Lily. From the way Sirius described her, she was tough and smart and you suspected you wouldâve been good friends if she didnât have James wrapped around her little finger. With your life getting busier with exams and school, and friends, you paid less attention to the fact that you hadnât heard from James in months. It hurt, to say the least, to have your letters unanswered. You gave up sending them after a while, bored of only being hurt. You wanted to tell him that youâd been on your first date, if only to make him jealous for a moment before you told him about how awful it had been. You wanted to tell him that youâd gotten first prize at a competition at school. You didnât though, he didnât want to hear it.
Just before Christmas, you sent Sirius a letter. You felt desperate but you just needed to check that James was alright. A sick part of you hoped he wasnât so you would feel less bad about him forgetting about you. To your surprise, Sirius replied in just four hours. How his owl flew that far, you had no idea, but you were grateful for any form of reply. The letter was short and blunt but quite kind, which you were grateful for. He said that James was busy with trying to get Lily to fancy him, an actually important issue with Remus and trying not to get kicked out of school. Though it hurt, you were pleased to know anything happening in his life. Sirius also said he was surprised James hadnât replied to you, because he still talked about you non-stop. You figured that was Sirius lying for the sake of your feelings. You sent him a shorter letter back, thanking him, and then decided you got out of the habit of writing letters.
It was boxing day when someone knocked at your door like a man deranged. When you saw James standing there, on the verge of tears, the coldness in your heart that heâd caused thawed instantly and you beckoned him up to your room, despite your parentsâ protests.
âIâm so sorry, Y/N. I didnât mean to ignore you, I swear, I just-â
You wrapped an arm around him as he cried. He took his glasses, off, rubbing tears from his eyes with his hand.
âI couldnât tell you about Remus and thatâs all Iâve thought about and there was nothing else to say- I couldnât write, I couldnât bring myself-â
âItâs okay, James, itâs okay. Go on, you can tell me, whatâs wrong with Remus?â you asked, pushing his head under your chin to hold him closer.Â
That night, he told you everything. Between sobs, he told you how worried he was for Remus when he turned (you were mentally trying to cope with the idea that werewolves exist), how his friends had turned into animals to protect him. Most of it went over your head, but you tried to listen for his sake. When he went back to Hogwarts that January, he wrote to you every single day without fail, sometimes twice if he had the time. Somehow, along the way, you felt like you had your James back â the same James but with very different feelings.
By the time summer rolled around, you were doing everything you could to take your mind off of him. You even started flirting with a boy to try to convince yourself you didnât like James, a fact that seemed more improbable when you considered you might actually love him. You didnât know when his term ended, he hadnât said, and so you made yourself busy until he arrived, unsure of how you would react to him given your newly discovered but ever-present feelings.
You stood next to the corner shop, not having that much fun when he appeared. You were standing next to the boy youâd been flirting with and a couple of his friends. Theyâd been making jokes about something or other â you werenât listening at all, even less so, when a familiar voice called your name.
âOi! Y/N!â
You turned around to see James Potter, impossibly taller and more handsome and more James-like than youâd ever seen him.
âYou alright, Potter?â you shouted, grinning as he came closer. You went to greet him but the boy next to you, jealous as anything, stepped in front of you.
âWho the fuck are you?â he said, trying to square up despite being dramatically shorter. At first, James didnât reply. He just looked over the boyâs shoulder at you. You shrugged, frowning.
âMy nameâs James. Iâd like to talk to Y/N, please.â
âMy nameâs James.â They mimicked in high pitched voices. You rolled your eyes.
âAlright, Iâm leaving.â You went to leave when the boy opposite James grabbed your arm.
âLet me go.â
He didnât. Â So, with a sharp exhale, you drew your other arm back and punched him square in the jaw. A bark of laughter escaped Jamesâ lips before you realised that three rather angry looking boys were staring at you both, one with a bruised jawline. James grabbed your hand and you ran.
You barely saw the alley but you guessed that was the idea as James pulled you in after him. Your back hit the wall and suddenly he was very, very close and you were both breathing heavily from the running. He hadnât realised how wide the alley was until you were centimetres from him. That was, to say, not that wide. You barely noticed the boys run past, completely missing your hiding space.
âWhy were you hanging around those muppets?â he asked, noticing how pretty your eyes were up close.
âMy muppet left to go to a magical school for tweens â needed a replacement, didnât I?â
âYouâre so mean-â
âAm I so mean?â
âYeah, youâre always rude to me-â
âWell maybe if you werenât so-â
âIâm pretty sure Iâm completely in love with you.â
You swallowed your words in surprise at his confession.
âIâve been in love with you for years and I never realised.â He continued as if saying it out loud gave truth to something heâd known all along. âAnd I think you punching that guy in the face was the coolest thing Iâve ever seen. And Iâve seen some pretty magical shit.â
You nodded, a small smile making its way onto your face. The blooming feeling in your chest wouldnât go away; it only worsened when he smiled. It was a familiar smile, a smile that reminded you of home more than anything else could.
âSee?â you said softly, biting your top lip. âI might be a muddle but Iâm not too boring.â
âMuggle.â
âWhat did you just call me?â
As if that were the most perfect thing you couldâve said he tipped his head to the side and looked at you. His hand lifted to tuck your hair behind your ear.
âYou have never ever been boring.â
And with that, he leant forward and kissed you. You tipped your head against the brick wall, grateful that you had a best friend as stupid as him.
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hiya! congrats on 300 followers, it's absolutely deserved <3 i was wondering if i could request a ship? i love how detailed you make them, they're always so lovely
my name is léna (she/they), i'm queer and a capricorn :) i'm 5'2 with blue eyes and jaw length curly blonde hair. i'm a linguistics major with a minor in queer/gender studies (i also studied music psych and history of art in the past, which i'm still very interested in)
i'm an ambivert, i love being with my friends and partying but always need some quiet/alone time to recharge. my add sometimes makes it hard for me to stay comfortable in social situations, as i can stim a lot and get severe touch and sound sensory overload and it's very tiring
my favourite books have to be one last stop, the heartstopper series, and the picture of dorian gray! my go-to movies will always be tangled, lotr/the hobbit, and howl's moving castle :)
my brother and i were raised on rock by our parents so my pick-me-up song is don't stop me now by queen, and i listen to so many different genres my shuffle always gives me the weirdest mixes
in my free time i play the guitar and sing, bake a lot of gluten free stuff, read/write stories, and go to museums or hang out with my best friends at cafés <3 when i'm back home from uni for summer and christmas i work at my local bookstore!
my ultimate favourite pieces of clothing have to be my thrifted oversize jean jacket and my doc martens, can't go anywhere without them
i have three cats that i miss dearly and absolutely cannot keep a plant alive, no matter what kind it is
sorry that this turned out to be so long, i hope that's ok! take care <3
Hey gorgeous!
â€: First of all, you sound so smart. You talked about like 4 different things in regards to your schooling and each one sounded impressive. You seem like you're very open to learning which is always a good thing. I love your movie taste; you seem like the perfect person to marathon LOTR with. And honestly it sounds like there's nothing you're not good at?? Talk about talented. Also I wish I worked at a bookstore. You're out here living the dream. Not to mention, you've broken in Doc Martens which is truly the most impressive part of all of this.
Ship: Jake
Because: You and Jake would instantly bond over rock music, obviously. But you also have so many other interests that scream Jake in my opinion. You guys would play the guitar together, you'd read together, you'd have crazy loud nights with his band mates and then go home and recharge together. I can see him popping into the bookstore you work at to surprise you while he's home for the holidays, too, which would probably be the best surprise ever.
Scenario:
Christmas in your town was usually one of your favorite times of the year
The town was strung up with lights and wreaths and garland; it looked like something out of a Hallmark movie
The bookstore you worked at over the holiday season was especially festive this time of year, decorations gracing practically every open surface
Normally as you bustled about the store, you'd be filled with excitement about Christmas but this year, all you could think about was the boy that was with his family in Michigan and once again too far away from you
It felt like Jake had just gotten done touring when he jetted back home to his family and of course, you understood. You wanted him to be there with them. But you hadn't seen him in almost two months and it was starting to get to you
He did promise he would come see you after the holidays so you were trying to keep your mind focused on that as you organized the books on the shelf in front of you
The day eased on slowly despite how busy the store was throughout the morning and by late afternoon when the sun was already casting golden shadows through the store windows, there was a lull in customers
You meandered around the tight aisles of books, looking for covers to tidy to busy your hands
You heard the bell of the front door as it swung open and the footsteps of a customer as they entered but continued what you were doing when you heard your coworker greet them
Noticing a book out of place, you had just plucked it from the shelf when you heard the voice of the customer speaking to the coworker that had greeted them muffled from somewhere within the store
It couldn't be him
It sure sounded like him, though
You wove through the aisles, trying to locate where the talking was coming from when suddenly it grew quiet
You stood there amongst the books for a moment, silently wondering if you were going crazy or not, when a voice came from directly behind you
"Excuse me, miss, but I believe the other clerk said you'd be able to help me find a certain book?"
You spun around fast. It was Jake
The book in your hand dropped to the ground as you practically jumped into his arms and threw your own around his neck, an excited squeal escaping your lips
You felt a laugh resonate through him as he placed your feet back on the floor
He explained that he couldn't wait any longer to see you so he planned to spend Christmas with you and your family and then whisk you away to Christmas with his family
And truly you couldn't be more delighted to accompany him
I'm so happy you like our ships! Thank you for the request!
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stuff abt me
I contacted the psychiatric hospital where I had multiple stays and asked for a copy of my patient record, they sent it to me just two days after I requested it and it's a whole fucking folder, it's about 200 pages long (stopped counting at 50 and estimated the rest). Of course I had to read through it the day I got it and damn, that was a lot. Funniest part was how early all of the recommendations were to get me away from my abusive mother, which I wanted to, but it's funny how hard I tried to keep contact bc she manipulated me into thinking I'm the problem, I failed and it was all my fault (and I was scared as shit of her). Well, now im NC since last christmas and in general, it feels a lot better. She tried to contact me more than once and still wants an explanation on why I (currently) don't want any contact to her... well, kinda sorry but I really don't have the time to explain atm and you really, should know that best yourself...
My mother traumatised me and my brother for years, she was incapable of controlling any strong emotions like rage, sadness, etc or any impulses. She never accepted any help or treatment (properly). She had/has an ED, she intentionally made us be afraid of her in general, but especially afraid of her punching us, verbally abusing us or afraid of her mutilating or killing herself if we weren't "good kids" (her picture of good kids seemed to be kids that don't talk, eat, cry, or maybe even breathe). My favourite example of this is from a few years ago, she went to look for mushrooms in the forest and began to clean and cut them in the evening at home, when my brother had some kind of disagreement with her about... about nothing (probably school, cleaning his room, sth like that). She got angry and mad very fast (as per usual) and screamed at him that if he doesn't stop upsetting her like that, she will show him how upset she actually is. Few seconds later it got suspiciously quiet (I heard everything through my bedroom door). My brother started crying and ran to his room half crying half screaming as if he was in great pain. That was not the usual way it ended, usually it ended with more screaming and crying and my mother throwing things around (or occasionally beating one of us). I got out of my bedroom and wanted to know what happened, went to my brothers room, my mother was in the bathroom. I saw blood on the floor of the hall. My brother was under his blanket and had our grandma on the telephone and obviously tried to tell her what happened, he seemed extremely scared. I wanted to ask him what's wrong but my mother entered the room furiously and snatched the phone out of his hand. She started to tell grandma that he just imagined stories and nothing he told was true. She left the room talking to grandma on the phone, so I tried to care for my crying brother. He told me, gasping for air bc he cried so hard, that our mother just took the kitchen knife which she cut the mushrooms with and rammed it into her stomach. I forgot what happened afterwards, I probably dissociated bc it was too much, I can only remember hearing my mother leave, then I found the knife on the kitchen floor, full of blood, and cleaned the floor from all the blood droplets. My mother went to the hospital that night and had to stay there for three days. She told the doctors that she tripped and fell on the knife in the woods, I visited her on the second day and she told me to absolutely not tell the truth and stared at me with her devilish eyes that she gets when she's angry. The doctors said she barely missed her liver. I was really tempted to tell them the truth, I hoped she would've been brought to a mental facility and we could finally find peace, but I couldn't do it, I was too scared of her. And so the horror kept going on (especially for my brother). This happened when I was 14 and my brother was 11 years old. I sometimes think I could've changed everything for the better if I would've told the doctors - I got to get out of there around half a year later, but my brother stayed with her for another 5 years and I'm terribly sorry for him. My mother never changed for the better, he got beaten even more often, she started to get even more personal and aggressive and talked him down more and more in fights, I once heard a voice message from her to him and it was horrible. Can't explain how angry I am about her treating my little brother this way.
My brother often said he never really felt loved by her and I used to defense her in all ways possible bc that's how she raised me basically, I had to lie for her, I had to do everything for her. But now that I can actually think about it, I actually never felt loved by her either. I don't know if she loves/loved us and never managed to show it or if she didn't love us at all.
Back to my patient record, the weird part was, I felt something like a strange sympathy, I felt sorry for my younger me, I asked myself why all of this had to happen, especially to an innocent child. But I didn't ask this in the way I normally did, I really felt sorry like for another person instead of feeling sorry for me or being in despair about it. Don't know if that's good or bad, it just is like that.
I know I'm not a different person than then, but at least some things changed and sometimes I really wonder how I managed to do all of this while being strongly suicidal, not very self-caring (more like the opposite if I think about all the selfharm) and not having any support by "family". Luckily I got a lot of support from social workers, my therapist, and sometimes even friends (wasn't easy for me to be close to people/more than one favourite person, actually it still isn't).
Well, it's not done yet and I still feel like pure shit some days/weeks, and I still (or maybe again) have to get better. The stress of being a chem student is not very mental-health-supportive, even for the healthiest peeps. At least I know now that it's actually not my fault, I'm not a piece of shit as my mother loved to tell me as often as she could, I did not destroy my "family", I was not the problem. It was not my fault. I actually tried my best, it just wasn't enough sometimes.
So, let's hope I keep this up and maybe I'll write another post some time soon. Maybe I can even help some desperate soul out there that is being manipulated into thinking that everything bad happened bc of them. No. And yes, I fucked up sometimes, I'm far away from perfect too, that's perfectly normal. But I'm not the "mentally ill person that destroyed her new marriage", maybe she should've had a look in the mirror instead of looking at me.
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