coffelover13

[coffelover13]

a cute little one-shot

My brother has 3 of his friends over for the next 4 days. On Thursday night he invited me to go karting with them ,why? because I’m a loser who spends her summer reading and sipping mojitos,also because he likes to see me being awkward in front of them.

Stepping inside the building,I see atleast 9 boys with my brother. I stand there frozen,I swear they were only 4?! My brother walks up to me, “I logged you in with us,you’re late” “weren’t you only 4?” I asked with wide eyes. My brother laughed,”yes but we met some people on the way so why not,we go in 10 min,head upstairs with us to change” he says quickly and goes back to his friends, all of them start heading upstairs together.

I walk behind them slowly rethinking my life decisions.I could've be sitting in bed with ice cream and a book but no, I’m karting with my brother and his friends. We walk upstairs into 2 rooms,one for the boys and one for the girls,and you guessed it, i'm alone in the room not knowing what to do. I hear someone knocking, and i open the door to find a tall,handsome looking guy. He can’t be older than 19 ,he enters and I immediately spot his wide shoulders and buffed arms -goddamn- “i’m here to give you your racing suit,what size do you wear?” he says, in such deep voice. He looks at me and reaches for the lockers,waiting for an answer. “i’m not sure, maybe a medium?” I say softly, too stunned by him to actually talk. He smirked slightly,turned to the lockers and got out a race suit, he unfolded it ,unzipped it and handed it to me. “here,if you need a size up or down ,i’ll be on the next room helping the boys” and like that he’s out of the room.

I change and look at myself in the mirror,I look like a garbage collector,or like i'm being sentenced to death with the red color. I look on top of the lockers and find the helmets, there all a size small.

I open the door and look to my the left, and i find him standing their in front of the boys locker room. “I was just about to come to you,the suit fits you well?” he asks with the same goddamn smirk. “yes it’s fine I just need a helmet “ I reply more confidently than before.He nods “okay stay here for a sec” he goes back to the boys room and comes back a second later with a helmet. (mind u i was here before and they required to put your hair in a bun so it doesn’t disturb your driving)

“Your hair” he simply says,”yes I’ll tie it up”. He chuckles and shakes his heads,” no I meant show me your ears” I was so confused but I tucked my hair behind my ears ,raising my eyebrow,”huh?” He leaned in and looked at both of my ears.( I have 4 piercings in total and 4 fake ones) “your piercings ,are they new or fully healed??” Im so stunned by the question I forget to answer. “hm?” He raised an eyebrow, ”no they’re all okay” -okay?? wtf did I answer with okay,im such a loser omg-

He nods with a bigger smirk and carefully puts the helmet on my head. he then -with the same goddamn beautiful smirk- leaned down slowly so we’re eye to eye,having both his hands on the sides of the helmet “good?” he whispers,and I almost melt. “yes…” i whisper back so low I don’t think he heard me, he smiles and stands upright. “okay wait downstairs and I’ll have the boys down in a min”

“okay” I say quickly and go down the stairs. okay??!? again?? why is it that I always say okay to him? do I not have any other vocabulary with him or smthn ?! I shake my head at my poor self and promise to not say okay again to ANYONE.

I finished second....from the bottom. It’s okay because I wasn’t even racing, it was more like trying to survive and not bump into anyone.I haven’t seen the guy since I embarrassed myself infront of him. I re entered the building from the race track ,taking of my helmet to reveal my sweaty face ,you would think f1 drivers have it easy but trust me its like a battle field back there. I look up trying to tame my hair down and there he was,leaning against the stairs with crossed arms and a smirk. I approach him with a somehow what confident smile.

“48 seconds, not bad” he said pushing himself of the railing. “thanks ,I was mainly focusing on not dying” I mentally smack my forehead at my poor attempt of a joke,why am I always lame? he chuckles a bit and eyes me carefully, like he's trying to figure something out, before he looks me in my eyes again. ”you were actually quite impressive,your the only one who didn’t spin off” he stood up straight,crossing his hands with a gentle smile. Right now I notice the hight difference,I can say confidently he’s at least a foot taller than me. “huh who would have thought,I guess im not that bad” i laugh softly “ya no your not” he says gently and we stand there awkwardly looking anywhere but each other.

“look, i'll just be honest, i think your cute, and I was wondering if you can maybe give me your number?” he said quickly,scratching his neck, showing that he was most likely nervous as hell . I almost didn’t answer him too focused on his arms flexing. “uhh yes sure” Im pretty sure that i have tomato cheeks right now. I look at him while pulling up my phone,he’s smiling too and has a slightly pink color on his cheeks,it’s honestly adorable. we exchanged phone numbers as well as names, “i’ll text you,but I have to get back to work now,okay?” he said with a cute smile,”ofc i’ll be waiting” I gave him a smile and head upstairs with only the thought of Lucas’s arms on my mind,and so grateful that I ditched my mojito and my bed.

[coffelover13]

i shall feed my children with another ghost edit..

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[coffelover13]

harry 🤞🏻🤞🏻

Pretty Boy

Harry Potter x fem!reader

WC: 563

CW: mentions of the Dursleys being neglectful; FLUFF

Summary: You love to make your boyfriend embarassed

Day 21 of mk's mad dash

Sadly, your boyfriend grew up without any affection from his family. So, it was no surprise that any affection he was shown was foreign to him. And, in some cases, maybe even a little embarrassing. You remembered the early days of your relationship- how even a peck on his cheek or a hug would make him blush furiously. With time, of course, he became more comfortable in your affection and even initiated it himself. Still, occasionally, you were able to bring back out his shy side, intentionally or not. 

In this instance, you were very intentional about trying to make your boyfriend blush. After he’d called you pretty girl a few weeks ago and left you a flustered mess, you were determined to get revenge. 

You decided to act completely unassuming, only throwing the term of endearment back in his face when he was most vulnerable and sweet in your arms. 

After a long Friday of classes, you brought Harry back to your dorm to cuddle and relax, simply enjoying one another’s presence. You snuck some food from the kitchens that now left you both feeling stuffed and satisfied. In your current position you were laying sprawled out, back on the bed and Harry nearly entirely on top of you.

In your post-dinner bliss, you two had gone mostly silent, reveling in each other’s company and touch. You absentmindedly ran your fingers through Harry’s wild black hair, pursuing a pointless mission of trying to untangle his curls. 

Your boyfriend’s face was buried in your neck, occasionally pressing gentle kisses to your skin when the urge presented itself. 

When your fingers made their way to the nape of his neck, Harry hummed softly against you.

“Feel good, Haz?”

“Yeah, baby. So good. Love when you play with my hair,” he sighed.

You pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, “Good. You deserve to be spoiled, you know.”

“Why? ‘Cos my parents are dead?” he mumbled.

To those who didn’t know your boyfriend, this type of comment would’ve left them floored. But for you, who was used to his dark humor, you only laughed disbelievingly, squeezing his arm chidingly, “Harry!”

“Well?”

You pressed another fond kiss against his skin, this time to his cheek, “You deserve to be spoiled because I love you and because you’re a sweet boy.”

Then more quietly you whispered, “my sweet boy.”

Harry raised his head from its home in your neck and pecked your lips lovingly, “love you, baby.”

You knew that now was the time to strike. 

“I love you too, my pretty boy.”

Your boyfriend’s face went from loving to embarrassed in seconds, his brown skin coloring red. 

He whined and buried his face back in your neck.

“What’s wrong my love,” you asked teasingly.

“You know what’s wrong,” he grumbled, “you did it on purpose.”

“Did what on purpose?”

Harry looked back up at you, the most adorable pout gracing his lips, “You called me…. pretty boy…. just to make me embarrassed.”

“I said what I meant,” you answered honestly, “though the teasing was a benefit.”

Your boyfriend continued to pout at you, “I hate you.”

“You love me,” you reminded him, “Otherwise you wouldn’t feel so embarrassed right now.”

“Fine,” he huffed, rolling his eyes, “Whatever you say, pretty girl.”

And damn him, because now you were the one left a blushing mess.