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pellucid-constellations · 2 years

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A Correspondence of Obligation - Four

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: Here comes the angst 👀

a/n: Sorry for the wait!! I love love feedback, so let me know what you think! Thank you for reading ♡♡

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Bucky didn’t see you the day after the ball. He didn’t meet you for breakfast, or knock on your door to pull you from your mundane lessons, or insist on an extra walk around the gardens. You weren’t worried at first; there were still many guests from the ball staying in Brookshire, and Bucky would have to receive them in his court until they left.

But then one day turned into three, and you found yourself nervous as you walked to the dining room—nervous because surely you must have done something wrong that night. Maybe you had spoken his name too soon, or danced incorrectly to the song with no waltz. Maybe you weren’t supposed to let him remove your corset. Maybe that had been a test and you had failed it.

The thought made you sick as your shoes lightly clicked down the hall. You might’ve ruined this wonderful second chance at a life; Bucky was enamored by you when you arrived, and now he was seemingly avoiding you because you had let your guard down. You drank too much champagne and fell into a prince’s welcoming eyes and now you had blew it.

He hadn’t even sent you a letter.

Bucky’d been sending you letters every Sunday since you turned eighteen, even when you finally came to his castle, but this week… nothing.

Natasha told you not to worry. Steve told you there were just too many guests still overstaying their welcome from the ball. But Steve also avoided your eyes every time you asked about it, so you knew there was something deeper there. He had never been a good liar.

Your nerves were so bad this morning that you almost didn’t want to take breakfast outside of your room, too afraid that this would be the third day in a row at an empty table. But Natasha had dressed you anyways, throwing you out the door with a supportive pat on your back and the promise of something exciting this afternoon if you just tried one more time.

You knew she meant the training grounds. So although you were a nervous, fidgeting wreck as you passed by the wide windows of the hall, a slight wind rustling your skirts, you braved the embarrassment anyways. You were never one to pass up such a fleeting opportunity.

When you finally opened the doors to the dining room, the sharp screech of a chair sliding against the floor immediately followed. You shot your gaze up from the hem of your dress to see Bucky there, worry evident on his brow as he came to greet you by the door. His footsteps echoed against the silence of the walls, his gait wide as he came to reach you.

The wait seemed endless, no words exchanged until the toes of his boots were inches from your satin slippers.

“Princess,” he finally greeted, breathless. “I cannot apologize enough for my absence. There have been so many things I had to attend to since the ball.”

You bit the inside of your lip, trying to keep yourself from blurting out your previous worries. Because although Bucky was here, and he was apologizing, there was still something off about his posture. A kind of unease.

You offered a small smile, burying your true feelings. “It’s alright.”

“That’s it?”

A beat of silence. A press of your fingers in front of your gown. You did something wrong again, it seemed, and Bucky wasn’t happy about it. Dread pooled in your gut for the second time this morning.

“I’m sorry—I… I didn’t mean to offend you or—or do anything wrong,” you stuttered, panic heating your neck and creeping up your spine. Apologize—apologize and grovel and everything would be okay. “If there is any way I can remedy this, please tell me. I promise I can do better.”

Bucky looked startled when you finally met his gaze; he looked utterly baffled and you could almost feel the confusion in the way he held your face in his hands, beseeching you to make sense.

“Darling, no. I—I didn’t—” He pressed your face up when your eyes fell. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not mad at you. What I meant is that you should be more mad at me. My mother would have my father’s head if he did what I did—leaving you with no word for days.”

You shook your head, quick to excuse his actions as you had done for other men countless times, but he caught your argument in your throat.

“Don’t tell me that it’s okay. It’s not and you know that,” Bucky continued, voice low and hands tender on your face. “You are no longer in a place where your opinion is void. Tell me how you are feeling, even if that means you are yelling at me.”

Normally, you would never even think about revealing your feelings when you were so unsure. When your emotions bounced back and forth at such a neck-breaking speed, you would never consider troubling someone else with the strife. But Bucky’s eyes always gave him away, and right now they were looking at you with so much sincerity and hope and you couldn’t lie—not to him.

“I don’t want to yell at you,” you began, voice gentle as you tested the way it sounded in the space. “I was never upset, truly. I was mostly just—well I suppose I was only scared that you…”

“What is it?”

“I was afraid that I had done something to push you away. That I was… improper or did something you did not like.”

Bucky sighed, running his hands down your face to instead cradle the back of your neck. “I sometimes forget the life you used to live. Y/n, please, you never have to worry about that. This is your home now, your court. I will never shut you out for being yourself.”

The words sounded so sweet on his lips as the stained glass windows filtered sun along his face. Bucky’s voice replayed in your head and all you could think about was the definition of home—how that word had never been associated with anything until you met him. And now that it had a place in your mind, a safe place with calloused hands and charming smiles, you were beginning to love the letters that once plagued you.

“I suppose I was also a bit upset with you. On Sunday,” you muttered.

Bucky smiled, a soft, pleased expression. “If it is your letter you are upset about, I promise I have it written. Although—seeing as I’ve never received one back, I assumed you didn’t enjoy the correspondence.”

It struck you how odd this might seem if anyone were to walk in, the two of you standing by the door, lost in the other as if you hadn’t just abandoned the breakfast splayed out on the table. Bucky didn’t seem to have any intentions of letting you go, however, and you didn’t really care about the bread getting stale if it meant staying trapped in his adoring gaze.

“You never requested a response,” you teased.

“Typically it is implied. But consider this my formal request for a letter from the Princess of Hyland—soon to be Queen of Brookshire.”

“You make me sound so important.”

Bucky hummed, his fingers rubbing circles into the base of your scalp. “You are—quite possibly—the most important thing in my life.”

A bout of confidence overcame you at his words. You reached up to wrap your fingers around his wrists, initiating contact for one of the first times; Bucky was always the one to guide your hands to his. When he offered you another smile, you spoke, feeling endless in the brightly lit room.

“Lady Natasha is going to take me with her to the training grounds this afternoon,” you revealed. “I’ve never learned a single thing about fighting. I’d love it if you came with us. You always carry that sword around and I have yet to see you use it.”

Bucky raised his brows, clearly amused. “I only carry a sword around when you are near. My princess needs the highest protection.”

“But are you even trained with the blade? I didn’t think princes received the same lessons as knights.”

Hands trailed down your neck, stopping to rest at your waist, and Bucky’s eyes roamed to the ceiling as he let his past fall from his lips. “When I was younger, I wanted nothing more than to be a knight. I would go down to the training grounds every morning—five a.m—and beg the trainers to teach me something. They all denied me. Said I was to leave the protecting to the knights and rule from inside the castle.”

You hummed, resting your hands on his biceps as he continued, “And I was fine with that at first. Disgruntled, surely, but fine. But then my father made the unfortunate mistake of letting me know about you when I was thirteen—” he squeezed your waist, playfully “—and heaven help me if I couldn’t protect my own bride. So I marched down to the training grounds once more and demanded lessons. Only one person would help me.”

“Such treason,” you teased.

“Oh, yes. We here in Brookshire believe that everyone should follow strict rules.” Bucky’s sarcasm was almost comical. “But Sam Wilson was one of the bravest men I’ve ever met, and it wasn’t long before his training got me starting every morning with the rest of the knights. I just needed an ‘in’ and he got me there.”

“And Sir Wilson is still in your court?”

“Sir Wilson—oh he would love that. But no, darling, he left a few years ago.”

“Do you miss him?”

Bucky’s eyes shone with a far off emotion, one that made his voice drip with a heaviness as well. “Sometimes. He gave me constant arguments and that I do not miss, but he is a good man. Well loved in Brookshire.”

There was still so much of Bucky that you didn’t know—his past, his hobbies, his life before you. You weren’t expecting to learn much when you first arrived; you had resigned yourself to making public appearances and giving the crown more heirs, just as your father had prepared you to do. But learning about Bucky and his complexities, learning how he loved and who he loved… it was a gift you could have never expected.

You were opening up too. At a much slower rate, but there were still some pieces of you that you never expected Bucky to ever become privy to. Your painting and your desire to become stronger; your free mind and your love for nature and your want to be more than an ornament in court. And Bucky took all of you—all that you would allow him to see—in stride, wrapping you up in his warmth and allowing you to grow.

And maybe you were being greedy. Maybe you were asking for more than you were allowed to have. But everything seemed so possible when he held you like this, so you took more and tried not to apologize for it.

“You will come with us then?” you asked, unabashed hope clear in your request. “We are going around noon. When the knights are on their break and the grounds are empty.”

Bucky looked off again, uneasy. His shoulders slumped against his usually confident posture and his throat bobbed. His hands left your waist. “I’m sorry, darling, I cannot.” The click of his heel was so loud in the room, reverberating across the floor when he stepped away from you. “There are still a few guests in the castle, and they requested me to entertain right after breakfast.”

Your lashes fluttered, fighting off an embarrassment that wasn’t warranted. “Oh. Of course. Well—that’s alright. I completely understand.”

His head tilted to the side and brow his furrowed at an uncomfortable looking angle. He ran his palms against the outside of his breeches before placing a guiding hand on the small of your back, ushering you to your place at the table. It wasn’t until you were seated, one final touch pressed to your shoulders, that Bucky spoke again.

“Meet me in the gardens at dusk. I have something to show you and I promise it will make up for my absences.”

“Bucky, you do not need to make up for—”

“At dusk, my princess. And you can tell me about your training. I look forward to it immensely.”

You had never worn pants before this, at least not that you could remember. They weren’t form fitting—you had never asked for any to be tailored to your size—but there was still a certain sort of freedom that came with not wearing skirts, a liberation.

Natasha had found the pair in the back of her closet, leftover from her first week here before she was properly fitted. She never wore dresses anymore, and you were glad. You knew how much she used to hate them back in Hyland, how they restricted her range of motion.

She was more free here, as well.

“Again, y/n. You’ve only done five.”

You huffed, staring up at the sky as you laid prone against blades of grass. “This is, perhaps, the least fun I’ve had since arriving in Brookshire.”

“Stop with the whining,” Natasha scoffed, leaning down to hover over your exhausted form. “Knights are not supposed to complain.”

You rolled your eyes, throwing your arm over your heated forehead to further block out the sun. Natasha had tried to start you on the bow and arrow when you first joined her at the training grounds, but she quickly discovered that your lack of muscle was going to make any kind of training nearly impossible. So she set out to “condition you” as she called it, which really just meant torture in your eyes.

“You know, you are technically just a lady in waiting, Natasha Romanoff.”

“Yes, well technically your father tasked me with protecting you, so here we are.” She plopped down next to you on the grass, arms encasing her knees. “The prince couldn’t come?”

You rolled your head to the side, letting out a long sigh. “No, he said there were still guests from the ball. Something about entertaining, I suppose.”

Natasha’s jaw flexed, a clear indication that she was holding back. You raised yourself up on your forearms, giving the sun a direct path to your eyes, but also allowing you to fully look at your friend. She loved to lie, but she absolutely abhorred lying to you; you weren’t about to let her be silent in place of the truth.

“Okay, what is it?” you prompted. “Steve’s been shifty for the past few days and now you are all tense. You know I hate it when you two keep things from me.”

The muscles in her jaw relaxed, but she was still hesitant to look at you. “It’s nothing, y/n, truly. Just my own annoyance.”

“And what has made you so annoyed?”

“Nothing you could help.”

You sat up fully, crossing your legs and letting the grass find a place in the middle. You couldn’t remember a time when you had sat like this, the air unable to touch the skin on your legs, even when you were so exposed.

“I implore you to speak your mind before I throw a royal command into our conversation,” you smirked, trying to find Natasha’s gaze.

She finally looked at you, and you knew there was no going back after that. “I am annoyed at your fiance,” she spoke, as if it were obvious. “Steve and I both think he is acting like an idiot.”

“What? Because he hasn’t been seeing me? Natasha there are duties that princes have to take care of, and when there are guests at court—”

“The ball was for you,” she interrupted, emphasizing the word with gusto. “Any guests that are still here have taken advantage of the situation. And I understand he has a duty, but that duty is finite. You should be his priority. He is being a pushover.”

You raised your brows, watching as Natasha fixed her attention solely on you. You felt as if she were chastising you, but knew that she was really only frustrated and that her station wouldn’t allow her to take it out on the person she really wanted to. Which in this case, was the Prince of Brookshire.

You had many conversations like this in the past: the two of you, sharing your real feelings when no one else would listen. This time, however, you had a solution to the problem. Something you were sure would make her less upset.

“He is only trying to please everyone, that’s all. And he wants to see me tonight. He told me to meet him when the sun sets—so he can show me something to make up for him being away.” When Natasha still wouldn’t release her lip from between her teeth, you continued, trying to defend the bit of home you had found here. “I know you worry about me, Natahsa, but he is good. Bucky is a good man.”

Natasha offered you a small smile, but there was obviously a part of her that was not convinced. You wondered—briefly—if there was still something she was withholding. If Bucky neglecting you wasn’t the only reason she approached this topic with so much reproach. If maybe, possibly, the guests she spoke of were more of an issue than she let on.

You wiped the thought from your mind, trying your hardest to stray away from your old line of thinking. Bucky had just reassured you this morning; he had held your face in his hands and looked at you as if you were precious, and you weren’t going to let baseless ruminations ruin that security. You weren’t going to be afraid of a product of your past.

“Perhaps I should find him early,” you pondered, standing from the grass and adjusting your newly acquired outfit. “It’s been a long time since breakfast. I’m sure his guests wouldn’t mind parting from him early.”

Natasha followed closely behind you as you made your way back on the cobblestone pathways to the castle. “I will come with you.”

“No need,” you threw over your shoulder. “I’ll see you at dinner, Natasha. Thank you for almost teaching me how to use a bow.”

You changed before you set out to find Bucky, that nagging in that back of your mind to look presentable still as consistent as ever. With a casual dress thrown over your head and the boots from the training grounds still laced up past your ankles, you checked the throne room first.

When he wasn't there you checked the dayroom, and then the south wing, and then the gardens. You had half a mind to check the kitchens, but you seriously doubted he would bring guests down there. Bucky loved to snack, but there were some improprieties that he liked to keep to himself—and to you, now that you were here.

It crossed your mind that he was most likely finished with entertaining, off to spend some time in his quarters. The quarters that were just a few doors down from your own and yet, you had never ventured to the threshold, never asked the guard by the door if the prince was in.

He always told you to.

“Darling, I placed you next to me on purpose. I’m always just a knock away.”

But you never tried it, because that would be crossing an entirely new line that you were always vehemently instructed not to cross. For each one of Bucky’s invitations, there were about twenty reprimands from Miss Austeen back in Hyland, reminding you to never bother those above you, especially when they were out of the public eye. To expect nothing more than a title when you went away.

Something was different about today—something fresh in the air, new and vibrant. And whatever that thing was, it had you walking past your double doors, nodding to the knight that stood tall there, and striding down the hall. You had a mission, and it was just a few more feet away.

“Your Highness,” Charles, Bucky’s usual guard, greeted, a bow following his words.

“Hello, Sir Charles. Is the prince in his room? I would like to speak to him.”

“Um, yes, he is. But—forgive me, Your Highness, I do not mean to pry—why have you stopped by today? Prince James has told me that he has invited you many times. Is there some urgency to your visit?”

You smiled, finding it endearing that Bucky would alert his guard that you might be on your way. “Not urgent, no. But I would like to speak to him. He has said that I do not need to be announced so if I could just—”

“Wait!” Charles stepped in front of you, blinking as you reared back. “I apologize but maybe I should announce you. It’s just that you’ve never been to his rooms before and he might be startled if you just walk in.”

“Steve tells me that he just walks in.”

“Oh, I suppose he does.” He fidgeted, slinking back in front of the door with sweat lining his brow. “Princess y/n, if you would just please—”

“Charles, you are being ridiculous,” you chastised, maneuvering under his arm with great struggle. “Honestly, I am not a danger to the prince. I do not know why you are acting as if I would even know how to hurt him.”

“It is not his highness I am afraid will get hurt,” he grunted out, shuffling away from the door you swung open.

You choked, or maybe all of the air in the room had gone achingly cold, you couldn’t tell. Either way, any chance of you taking a full breath—any chance that you would be granted a reprieve from the raw pain blooming across your chest—was void the second your fingers fell from the biting, brass door handle that now sat behind you.

The second you stepped onto the unreasonably expensive carpet in Bucky’s room and saw him kissing the Queen of Madripoor, his balcony doors wide open, casting a beautiful glow behind your nightmare.

This would be the perfect opportunity to cry; you hadn't cried in years, could hardly fathom being so vulnerable. You promised yourself that here in Brookshire, you were going to make more of an effort to let yourself feel. But as you stood in the otherwise welcoming room, Bucky looking back at you as if he were seconds away from bolting toward your unmoving figure, the tears were nowhere to be found.

Perhaps they were frozen behind your eyes, locked and unable to break free after so many years of repression. Or maybe you were too shocked to cry, so betrayed that even your own body didn’t know how it was supposed to feel.

No tears fell, but the sound that ripped from your throat—the sob—was much, much worse to Bucky.

“Y/n,” he whispered, begged from a distance.

His single word set you in motion, spinning on your heel to run from his room before you could witness anything else you didn’t want to. You bypassed Charles' pitying gaze and completely abandoned any thoughts of going to your room; it was too close, too easily accessible.

But where, where, where? Where were you supposed to go when Bucky’s footsteps were so rushed behind you? When he kept calling out your name as if anything he were to say would ever change what you saw?

“Y/n! Please, my love, I am begging you—”

Something snapped inside of you—a dam you had built up once you finally let your walls down. You paused in the hall to hunch over, the indescribable pain of everything falling apart making you lose your breath once again. Because you had expected this to happen, prepared for it. But Bucky made you think that it was impossible. He had made you feel safe.

What a silly, foolish girl you are.

The words were normal back in Hyland, but they somehow felt more cruel at this place you now called home.

A warm hand covered your back, but you were too busy trying not to hyperventilate to knock it away.

“Y/n, I swear to you that was not what it looked like. I was trying to push her away. I would never—you are the one I want, do you hear me? Y/n, please,” Bucky pleaded, leaning down to try and pull anything from you.

But you were lost to the world, brain in overdrive as you felt something on your cheek slip down and down until the tile below your boots became darker. And with that first tear, came the ability to speak again. With some of the pain escaping you, you were able to ask him why.

“How could you?” you choked out, body rising just enough to catch his ruined expression. “After—after everything I have told you? After everything I have attempted to let go of? For you.”

Bucky heaved out a wounded breath, his chest falling in the sheer button down. “I am telling you—promising you—that I wanted no part in any of that. I only think of you, darling. I only—”

“Stop!” you cried, retreating until your back met textured stone. “Stop. You—you say you wanted no part in that, but why was she in your rooms? Why have you been hosting her for the past several days?”

Bucky reached for you, but you only fell further into the wall. You had never flinched away from his touch before, even when your relationship was still new and bright, and the look that passed over the prince’s face made you sure he was going to be sick.

His arm fell back at his side. His lip quivered.

“There is a history there. I couldn’t send her away, it would have been bad for our treaty.”

You let yourself scoff, any attempt at being proper lost on you in your grief. “Does the treaty also require you to… to kiss women in your quarters? To kiss queens?”

“I did not want to kiss her! She initiated it when we heard you at the door, I swear, y/n. Please. Please, believe that you are the only thing I—”

“I would have been fine—” you seethed, not bothering to let him lie “—if you had just told me the alliance was all you wanted. If you had simply introduced me as your wife and… and shoved me into some room as my father used to.”

Bucky looked broken, whispering between your sobs, “I would never want that.”

But you continued. “I would have been fine because I never would have adopted this false illusion of hope. This fairytale that everyone in Hyland insisted was fake. But that was the fun part, wasn’t it, Prince James? Another part of your game?”

You were pushing it, but you were so angry and your throat hurt so badly from some phantom restriction that the sentiment was something you couldn’t hold onto. Bucky had to know that you were more than what he was treating you as. Even if it was only at this moment. Even if tomorrow, you were forced back into the life you were so used to.

“There is no game, princess. No ploy. I cannot tell you how sorry I am that I allowed this situation to arise. If you would just sit down with me, I can explain.”

“Explain the history there? Between you and Queen Sharon?” you laughed, incredulously. “I am sorry but I do not think I can take much more tonight. I do not think I can even be in the same room as you at the moment.”

Bucky slumped, but nodded his head in defeat. “Of course. Tomorrow then? I can take you—”

“No.”

“What?”

“I believe our next courting event is in three days.”

“Princess,” Bucky wheezed, pain clear in his eyes. “Please.”

Your jaw ticked as you passed him, your cheeks wet and cold from the wind that followed your quick gait. You couldn’t answer him, not yet. Because every time you opened your mouth, you just wanted to ask him why he had never kissed you like he was kissing her.

Why he had never even asked to.

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saturngoldenchild · 2 years

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Astrology observations:

Today in honor of the hyyh era🥳 thank you guys for supporting my posts. I love it here.

one thing about Aquarius placements…they know everybody. I can confirm. I can assure you I know someone who knows someone who can get what you need done. They only got a few friends tho and their 3 friends are always mad confused on who all these people are. And they’re just like 😃 what u mean?? True social butterflies, the get along with everybody. I always think of Megan thee stallion and taehyung as examples. People have spoken about how Megan is friendly with everyone and it helped her career so much and Tae…that man ain’t got not shame he comes up to everyone.

Another thing I’ve noticed about air placements too…they’re gonna have fun. It doesn’t matter what’s going on, where they are, they’re gonna have a good time. “Oh we going grocery shopping?? Bet” they’re gonna have everyone laughing and enjoying that trip. Same with sag but them mfs always wanna be the funniest in the room 😑 it’s not that deep just be urself. If it’s a party Libra brings the drinks and helps everyone with their make up, Gemini tells the jokes, and Aquarius gives us a show.

A leo sun is going to be super shy n quiet until all the attention is on them lmao. I have this friend who never speaks like ever…give this boy the opportunity to tell a story

U cancer moon, rising, moon in the 1st bitches always looking like a Pixar movie baby. The cutest cheeks and eyes like they can’t hurt a fly.

Earth placements are hedonistic. They like nice things, they like luxury. They take a lot of life’s aspects seriously so whatever it is that makes them happy��They like to make good moments last very long. You already know what that means for an earth mars so I’m not even gonna type it 🙄

Libra risings will be thick. That’s it.

Fixed Venus people cant be subtle to save their life 😭😭 these mfs be so direct, when they like someone they like them and it’ll show whether intentional or not.

Cancer sun women can be the biggest gossipers omg they know everyone’s business

Every Pisces woman I’ve met has a very cute high pitched voice. They’re adorable. They will kill u if u try them.

Venus ruled suns so possessive 😭😭 they always look like they wish a bitch would try something like calm down. And this is with everything. One of my friends is a Taurus and they give the most nasty looks to anyone who bothers me😭 they’re so sweet until then…their whole demeanor changes. I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW HES MINE. NO HES MINE YOU NEED TO GIVE IT UUUUUUP

- sorry. Next.

NO HOLD ON. A mix of Virgo n Scorpio y’all are not safe either 👀 huffing n puffing over nothing

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Earth mercury singers have a lot of vocal control. They also tend to preserve their voices very well, the older they get the better and more stable they sound.

The other day I went to a restaurant with my friends. A virgo, a Taurus, a Capricorn…argued on who pays for 5 minutes straight.

I know they say u match with the sign in ur 7th but y’all…😭😭 i can’t do a Virgo romantically. Or can I?????? All the ones I’ve met are fine. I’m conflicted. Y’all are too bossy.

Capricorns and Tauruses cannot be kept away from each other u can’t convince me otherwise. They’re the perfect match.

Water placements…😃 so when are we gonna talk about them friends u give therapy to just to ditch u after. CANCER/PISCES MOONS IM LOOKING STRAIGHT AT U.

Saturn square mars so blunt 😭 quick example: Tyler, the creator. Enough said.

Leo and Aquarius will always fangirl together and it’s the cutest thing. They can discuss a performance/ piece of art/ artist for hours.

One thing about Virgo, aqua, Gemini placements…if it’s not hard to understand they don’t get it 😭😭 thing is if doesn’t challenge them they either don’t put the brain cells to work or are just lazy about it.

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burningrubber · 2 years

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pairing: mick schumacher x reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: none, just pure fluff and soft Mick

request: @maribeldr "Hi!! I love every prompt! Would you do 61 or 62 with Mick, please?" and anon, "Maybe the "I told my mom/dad about you" prompt with Mick Schumacher?? I love him and think it'd be cute especially if you guys were keeping your relationship lowkey? Idk just a thought"

authors/n: I hope I delivered with these requests, I decided to pair them up with them overlapping so much! I hope you enjoy it! (somewhat proofread). Also, I'd like to thank everyone for showing the love for my blog, even if I have only posted one, well two, fics. I appreciate all the likes and requests and have so many ideas about what I want to write which is quite exciting. All the love ♡

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Joining the HAAS F1 team during the 2021 season, as an events organiser apprentice, was one of the most meaningful decisions that you had ever made in your life.

Before receiving an answer from the team, you had sent out multiple emails and filled out hundreds of applications to gain any sort of experience in media or organising. Surprisingly, HAAS was one of the only organisations that ended up giving you a shot, inviting you for a zoom interview. You quickly jumped on the opportunity once they told you about the travel and what they had planned for you.

The apprenticeship would only last the first half of the Formula 1 season, but that was more than enough experience for you. They also provided all the relevant travel and accommodation for you to be with the team at all times. You would help them plan celebratory dinners, fundraisers, and any other type of event that they needed setting up during their race weekends. The team only consisted of four other people, and it was a tight knit group that you naturally fell in with.

While working with them, you also had the pleasure of meeting Mick Schumacher, him going out of his way to introduce himself to everyone on the team that he would be travelling with. He would frequently stop by the team meetings and your designated area in the motorhome, invested in any plans outside of his racing too. This being quite refreshing, the belief that all drivers just thinking about themselves and racing, however, with Mick that idea was quickly broken down.

You would often spend time with the young driver, between his briefings and time in the car, and your meetings and planning sessions. His excitement for the year ahead rubbed off on you quickly, joining him in all the highs and lows that were involved with this work. The two of you fell into a good rhythm, bouncing from one topic to the next to fill the empty space between you. Evenings in your hotel room would also be spent together, relaxing after the events of the day and continuing a TV show that you started during your first weekend of racing. It only really being an excuse to spend even more time together than what you could at the circuit.

When you weren't required at team meetings and to participate in the set up events, you would stick to his side of the garage, cheering him on during practice and qualifying, as well as sporting the big pair of headphones on race day Sundays. All these interactions had started to slowly attract you more and more to Mick, the hugs and sweet words from him always setting off the butterflies in your stomach even if it seemed to only be platonic from his side.

The summer break came a bit too quick for your liking, you had enjoyed your time as an apprentice with HAAS, and you really didn't want to part from Mick. So during the last race weekend before the break, the two of you had planned a long weekend trip to Italy. Him remembering how you complained that you couldn't visit the city properly during that race weekend. He took it upon himself to book everything, from the flights to the hotel you would stay at, even some attractions and rental car to drive further out the city.

The booked flight got in during the early evening, the sun slowly setting beyond the horizon while the two of you completed all the necessary airport checks. The drive from the airport to the hotel was short too, and you barely registered the receptionist referring to you as Mr. and Mrs. Schumacher, as Mick was quickly pulling you along to the elevators, the only acknowledgement that you got from him about the lady's statement was a nervous chuckle. The room "tour" was rushed too, Mick not even turning on the lights as he was pushing you back out the door, claiming that he had booked a restaurant for the two of you that was only a few minutes walk away.

It was all really rushed and strange from him in your opinion.

You had complained about looking like a right mess, the nap on the flight not doing you any favours. You had attempted to fix your hair to look a bit more presentable, even if you couldn't look any better sporting a cropped hoodie and leggings. Groaning at your state in the mirror, Mick turned you around and planted a kiss on your forehead, claiming that you looked pretty regardless of anything. That statement stunned you a bit, Mick didn't shy away from complimenting you, however, the kiss had brought heat up to your cheeks, him never doing something like that in the past.

Mick had grabbed a hold of your hand to pull you out of the lift and into the dark streets of Italy, the walk being in silence as you looked around you, admiring the street lamps and stars above. The summer air being a perfect temperature for this time of evening.

The hostess sat the two of you at a table that was slightly tucked away from most prying eyes, despite only a few other tables being present and invested in each other at this time of day. But the two of you were thankful, not wanting to risk Mick being recognised by anyone. Throughout the meal, Mick had opened his mouth several times, as though he had something to say, but he would just shake his head instead and smile at you.

When he had finally gathered the courage, you hadn't expected him to say what he did. Once the dessert plates were taken away he had reached over to hold your hands across the table, your attentioned taken by his bright, blue eyes as you gave his hands a reassuring squeeze to continue.

With that, he had admitted his feelings for you, tripping up on his own words every so often which only caused you to chuckle, nodding for him to continue as happy tears gathered in your eyes. He had gotten to know you very well over the past seven months, knowing how you would prefer something like this over a big gesture. When he finally finished, asking the big question of whether you would be his, you smiled brightly at him, admitting your own feelings for him and saying yes.

It was all sweet already, and it was only finalised by the kiss you shared outside the restaurant, after a small bickering session over who would pay. Him only winning when he claimed to go to the toilet and instead went to the waiter station to pay. The kiss was addictive to say the least, and your holiday together was filled with a lot of small pecks when away from prying eyes, both agreeing that your relationship should be kept on the downlow for now. That being a fairly easy task as once the trip to Italy was over, you would be away from each other for a fairly long time.

Also, you found out the reason why he didn't want you to fully see the room prior to going to the restaurant, and that was the fact that there was a big bouquet of flowers waiting for you in the middle of the bed. He was clearly betting everything on you saying yes that night, as there was also one bed, and it would be really awkward if you ended up rejecting him.

Now, after six months being away from HAAS, you were back in their events team. You had finished up all the coursework necessary to pass your course, and your first stop once everything was finalised was a meeting at the Barcelona practice runs. Although you had mentioned to Mick about getting your job back full-time, you hadn't told him about coming to the circuit and being near him so quickly.

The two of you had only managed to see each other twice between your holiday and now, him being set on taking a plane to where you live whenever he had a longer break, which only unfortunately happened twice. Apart from those meetups, you messaged daily, and FaceTimed as much as you could when you mentioned to him that you prefered to see his face on video more than trying to decipher his sarcasm over messages.

The meeting had barely finished, but all of your colleagues had left already after you mentioned to them that you would clean up all the paperwork and anything else, as a thank you for accepting you back into the team. Before you managed to leave the room, Mick had burst in, quickly closing the door back behind him before grabbing a hold of your face with his hands. Peppering kisses all over the surface as you giggled, the final one landing on your face.

"Hi," you chuckled, giving him one more peck just because you can,

"Hi Schatz, I've missed you so much," he claimed, pulling you into a hug and squeezing you tight, stuffing his face into your neck.

"I missed you too babe," you mused before wiggling out of his hold, wanting to look at him for a little longer before going off to your duties. Him in real life would never get old, and it was so much better than seeing him over FaceTime.

"I'm so happy that you're travelling with me again," he smiled so wide that his eyes crinkled at the edges, his happiness radiating off him in waves, and you immediately absorbed his energy.

After escaping the room unnoticed, the two of you made your way down to the garage for him to start his briefing before the first even practice run. While you wanted to say a proper hello to everyone, all the familiar faces greeted you warmly as soon as you stepped through the threshold.

Throughout the day you kept getting called to different places across the paddock, details needed to be finalised with the team and you still had to speak with the social media team about cameras and microphones to borrow. Despite wanting to have more time with Mick, being a proper member of the team was quite busy and fulfilling. It was all a bit new to the group too, suggestions of more outdoor events being thrown about, as well as including the fans of the sport. Instead of the repetitive dinners that would happen with sponsors often. The fundraisers would also be supporting other organisations that needed help too, showing the love for other things by the HAAS team than just racing.

The team was also considerate to your ideas and changes, discussing your ideas instead of simply dismissing them straight away. It was heart-warming as you expected them to somewhat ignore you, due to your young age and lack of experience outside of this team.

You finally got into your hotel room after a full day of running around, you barely toed off your shoes before throwing yourself onto the plush hotel bed. A quick message was sent to Mick about where you were as you couldn't catch him before his final briefing of the day, and you really craved your bed instead of waiting about the darkening race track.

Not even fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on your door, a tired looking Mick was on the other side still sporting the team's clothes and his day bag swinging in his hand. You quickly pulled him into the room and pried his fingers from the bag to place it down.

"I came straight here," he announced, pulling you down onto the bed with him, "But I managed to shower at the paddock to not be smelly when cuddling with you." You had chuckled at that, getting more comfortable by snuggling into his side and placing your head on his chest, his arms snaking around your middle to pull you impossibly closer.

"This is nice," you hummed as he drew circles into your waist, your top rising slightly with every stroke,

"It really is, Schnucki," he mused back, placing a lingering kiss into your hair, "You know I told my parents about you recently, it kind of came up in conversation,"

"You did?" your smile reflected the warmth that spread throughout as you propped yourself up on your elbow, hovering over his face as he nodded back. You cupped his cheek with your free hand and gave his nose a quick peck. Those kinds of conversations would crop up here and there with parents, it was one of those topics, but the fact that he told them meant a lot to you despite the low-key aspect of the relationship. You knew how much he cherished his family so it was nice knowing that he shared you with them.

"My mum and sister will be at the Bahrain race, and I was thinking that we could go out after the first free practice sessions for some dinner," he proposed. You lowered yourself back down on his chest as you thought it over. It would be nice to meet his family, but the stress of living up to expectations was a bit much, not really knowing what to expect from them despite hearing how lovely and caring they all were. "What do you say, Schatz?"

"Ok, yeah, sure. I can meet your family," you reassured yourself with your words. The lack of experience from these types of situations just making you cringe about how embarrassing this could go, not wanting to make a bad first impression as everyone says that they matter the most.

"You will be just fine, and I'll be at your side the entire night. I've told you about them so much you should know that they will fall in love with you as soon as you meet," he comforted your worries, knowing exactly what to say like always, the confidence definitely simmering the anxious feelings within you, even if it was just for now.

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The rest of the practice sessions came and went, and before you knew it, it was midday on Thursday before the Bahrain Race weekend. You were kept busy with the events team, finalising all the little details and arriving at the area that you booked out near the track to complete the fundraiser. It was a simple powdered paint fight that families would attend and cover each other in colourful dust. All the money raised going towards a children's charity that the higher ups of the HAAS team chose.

You barely managed to see Mick that morning, showing up at his hotel room early to leave him with a kiss before heading out to the first early meeting of the day. Him not needing to be on track till later in the day.

The turnout of the event was much larger than anyone in your team expected, the order of powdered paint barely covering everyone that attended. The social media team from HAAS and F1 were closely following the event, live streaming it for a little while as they questioned everyone in your group, as well as, how much you had managed to raise for charity.

When it was all slowly beginning to die down, one of your colleagues threw a handful of blue your way, immediately initiating a colour fight between your team. Therefore, by the end of it, you were covered in all the colours in the rainbow, looking like one had just thrown up on you. The event had finally come to a close with all your laughter mixing in the air, and before you could get going you still had to clear up some boxes and tables that you set up, but once that was all done you made your way back to the paddock to change.

You all were immediately greeted with the rest of the HAAS garage in the motorhome, congratulations of your success being thrown around as everyone took pictures of the group's colourful state. During the chaos, Mick had managed to pull you away from the group and into one of the winding corridors away from the eyes of any onlookers.

"So, my mum and sister are here," he stated, rocking on his feet as you turned around to fully look at him, "In my drivers room,"

"Oh, I'm glad they got here safely!" you smiled at him, but when he grabbed your hand and gave it a little squeeze, you knew what that smirk on his face meant, "Oh no, Mick Schumacher I am not meeting them when I look like this!" you pointed at your clothes, the dust clinging on tight and not letting go of the fibres it was attached to. You definitely did not look presentable, not even close enough to meet people as important as his family members.

"You look pretty," he beamed, giving your hand another squeeze, "Colourful," he added,

"Not helping, Schumacher," you dropped your head and sighed, but when you heard a door open you snapped your eyes in that direction. Gina, his sister, was peaking out of the driver's room,

"You two are so not quiet," she stated, smiling at the two of you with a knowing glint in her eye, before getting a hold of your free hand and pulling you into the driver's room behind her. Their mum was sat down on the small couch that was pushed to the far side of the room, you gave the two women a smile,

"Hello," you waved, letting go of the sibling's hands, "I'm Y/n," you introduced yourself, but before getting anything else out, Mick's mum was already hugging you and you grimaced at the fact, knowing full well that her clothes would be stained. At least they were dark.

"We know who you are," she beamed while pulling away, he took after her in that aspect, the warmth radiating from her in a mother's way, "I'm Corrina, I've heard a lot about you love,"

"I hope it's all good things," you chuckled nervously while glancing at Mick who was stood next to you, draping a hand around your shoulder, "I'm also very sorry about my appearance, Mick didn't give me a chance to get changed," you poked him in the side as his mum and sister dismissed it with a wave of their hands,

"It's quite alright hun, Gina and I watched the fundraiser and it seemed successful," Corrina gave your arm a quick squeeze before going back over to the couch, beckoning you to come and sit with her and her daughter. The praises didn't stop there and you only managed to throw a few thankful words at them in between. After Gina properly introduced herself, all your stress seemed to melt away. Despite this not being a meeting over dinner, it was so like you for it to turn out this way and not any other.

Mick was also being his sweetheart self as the three of you talked away about anything that came to mind, he had grabbed you a wet cloth to wipe away the paint and was brushing it out of your hair in a very soothing manner. His mum and sister cooed at the sight, as your cheeks reddened slightly.

Before long, they were already inviting you to some family events that they held during the year, insisting that you needed to visit their home as soon as you could so that they could show you all the embarrassing pictures of when Mick was younger. He complained at this fact but got shushed quickly and effectively by Corrina.

The four of you had also managed to settle on a time and restaurant to meet up in the evening after you got a chance to clean up and change from your vibrant clothing. You parted with the Schumacher family after an hour or so of talking, their atmosphere was very welcoming and you would've loved to stay longer but knowing that you would meet up with them in a few hours helped you leave.

You had washed all the powder off your skin and hair, and were starting to get ready for the evening, but the stress from meeting his family only moved onto the fact that you would be seen in public with them soon. If the media got a hold of that, you knew full well that it would end up on the front pages the next day.

Mick could immediately tell that there was something up when he showed up at your door a few minutes before you had to leave for the restaurant, the smile you had on your face not quite reaching your eyes like usual. He waddled you backwards and sat you down on the bed while closing the door behind him, not wanting to leave before he knew what was going on in your head right now.

"What's wrong, Schatz?" he questioned, standing in front of you and cradling your head in his hands, leaning down slightly to look you properly in the eyes as a deep frown formed on your face at the question,

"I'm just worried Mick, what if someone sees us?" you asked, turning the question back onto him. He gave you a small smile before kissing your frown away, a smile replacing it after he leaned away,

"We don't need to go out for dinner if you're worried, my mum and sister will understand," he explained, not breaking eye contact to provide you with constant reassurance that it was all okay, no matter what happened. It was very him to put you before himself, and you melted at his feet at that fact. You knew that you could face anything if he was by your side, but the stress still swam around your gut,

"You really shouldn't have to do that," you sighed, "We'll go and have a nice time with your family," you nodded at him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before standing up and leading him to the door, grabbing your bag and phone on the way. Although the initial impression didn't go as planned, you wanted to continue your conversation with the other women in his life no matter what, and show off your colourful and bright personality instead.

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A/N: Gif by @khelgad -Okay everyone, sorry for the long wait, but it's here! This chapter definitely got away from me a bit and became its own beast. I was hoping to fit SO much more in but decided to ultimately break it into two separate chapters. So the next update should be coming sooner rather than later! I'll officially announce it in a day or so! As always feedback is loved and encouraged! Thank you to my love @haterpenny for all of the inspo. ❤️

Words: 6K, Warnings: Swearing, alcohol.

Masterlist here (Previous parts linked there)

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You spent the next two weeks trying to focus on training. You stupidly hoped that some distance between you and your simultaneous paramours would help, but you were no closer to making a decision than you had been the last time you saw them.

The Miami GP was shaping up to be perhaps the most ridiculous race you had ever attended, complete with a pre-race party that you had been roped into attending. Normally you would love an opportunity to party alongside drivers and even fans, but you just weren’t in the right mindset for it. Christian had promised you would be a part of the event, which meant fake smiles and probably too many selfies to count awaited you, along with pretending that nothing was wrong.

Things with you and Daniel had been a little awkward. He lived one floor below you in your building in Monaco, and you were constantly bumping into one another in the lobby or the elevator. When you were both home you usually spent several nights together, eating pizza, having sex, building pillow forts. Now, you hadn’t seen him in days, and the distance was starting to take a toll on you. You even missed training with him.

So, after almost two whole weeks of avoiding one-another, you had had enough of it. You ordered Daniel’s favorite from the pizza place- two pizzas, and bought a bottle of red wine. You’re supposed to have red with Italian food, right?

You gave his door a nice knock and waited, doing your best to balance your peace offering without dropping it all over the floor. Finally he tugged it open, his features looking slightly confused to see you standing there.

“Y/N?” You didn’t allow him to finish whatever he was going to say.

“Hi. I hate how things have been lately, and I just wanted to come spend the night with you. Are you free?” You asked, big eyes peeking up at him hopefully. A big smile spread across his cheeks.

“Come on in.” He grabbed the pizzas from you to lighten your load, and pressed a kiss to your cheek before leading the way back into his place. You sauntered in and set the wine on the counter before hunting around for his corkscrew. He flipped open the box and grabbed a slice, sighing happily as he bit into it.

“How did you know this was just what I needed?” He asked, munching away as he watched you struggle to get the cork free.

“You’re breaking my heart, kid. You should be able to open wine by yourself. What else have I been teaching you?” He feigned annoyance, swiping the bottle from you and popping the top with ease.

“Or you’ve just made me dependent on you for alcohol.” You said, your eyes narrowing suspiciously. He waved his hand dismissively, as though that were a ridiculous notion and made you giggle. He poured you a generous glass as you started tearing into the pizza, realizing just how starved you were.

“You excited for Miami?” You asked with a full mouth- it was Daniel, you weren’t concerned about maintaining your manners. He let out a bit of a laugh.

“Thrilled.” He replied, only a bit sarcastically.

“They’re having a principal parade.” You told him with raised eyebrows, raising the red to your lips.

“Oh God, can’t wait to see that.” He laughed, reaching for another slice. The conversation gave way to silence, and you couldn’t help but think about how silent your life had felt for the last week. Still, you felt determined to not talk about your relationship. You much rather felt like pretending everything was fine.

“How are you feeling about the car?” You asked, referring to the rocky start of Daniel’s season. You knew how frustrating it had been for him, and you knew how desperate he still was to win.

“What are you doing?” He asked suddenly, catching you by surprise.

“I- I just wanted to know how it was going.” You replied innocently, a piece of pie drooping sadly in your grasp.

“No, I mean what are you doing, showing up here with wine? Acting like nothing has changed?” Your felt a bit of anger flare up in your chest and you set your pizza down to give him your full attention.

“Yeah, because I’m the one that changed everything.” You said with far more sass than was necessary. Immediately, you took your face in your hands, doing whatever you could to hide from the look that would be on Daniel’s face.

“Danny- fuck, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just don’t know how to do this.” You said, feeling absolutely defeated. Maybe you were mad at Daniel and you hadn’t even realized it. All you wanted to do was come and spend time with your friend and blow off some steam and it was quickly becoming clear that that wouldn’t be possible anymore.

“Alright, this was a mistake. I’ll get my own flight to Miami, I’m sorry I stopped by.” You closed up one of the boxes of pizza, claiming it as your own. Daniel sputtered, but you didn’t pay him any attention as you made a swift exit. Maybe you had been naive to hope that you could spend the night with Daniel without recent events coming up. You went to the elevator and struggled to press the button, the box precariously balanced in one hand.

You got back to your place and collapsed on your couch, feeling drained and lonely. One of your favorite parts of being in F1 was sharing the experience with Dan- now you were worried you’d lost that.

Daniel watched in confusion as you left, completely unsure of how he had so quickly lost control of the conversation. With every passing day he was more and more concerned that he was losing you, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it except sit around and hope you’d choose him.

When he saw you he felt his heart swell in his chest, so relieved to have you near- but it quickly shifted to anxiety as he wondered if it would be the last time he’d find you at his doorstep. His first instinct was to take you in his arms and kiss you- it had been weeks since you had been together and he realized he wasn’t just hungry for sex, he was hungry for you.

Having been alone so much the whole week, Daniel spent most of his time thinking about your current predicament and his nerves were starting to take a toll on him. He knew that if you were going to pursue a relationship with Carlos, he wouldn’t just lose a fuck buddy. It would change the entire scope of your friendship and each interaction would have to be carefully conducted in order to avoid any possible scandal. His touch could never linger, his eyes would have to move away from yours despite his deepest desire to hold your gaze. Daniel wasn’t prepared to face that possibility, and seeing you so carefully avoid your current situation made him worry that your heart had already chosen Carlos.

He fell back onto his couch, a slight groan rumbling in his chest. If he could have just been patient, maybe you would still be sitting across from him. Maybe he could have made you laugh- your nose wrinkling in that way he loved. Maybe he could have touched you- kissed you, to remind you how right it felt.

Instead he wondered if Carlos had been kissing you. Could he make you feel as good as Daniel knew he could? Suddenly he was desperate to get the image of you and the Spaniard out of his mind. He grabbed his phone and shot you a message.

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You ate the rest of your pizza while wallowing in self-pity. You wracked your brain, trying to decide how the hell you were supposed to pass the time by yourself in your flat. You weren’t used to being alone so much, there was often such a flurry of activity around you that you had become accustomed to it.

Your phone dinged.

Big Dick Ricc: I’m sorry

Y/N: I know. So am I.

You replied, tossing your phone aside. You had nothing to say and assumed that was as good of a reply as any. You laid back on your couch and stared at the ceiling, wondering what you could do to distract yourself. You considered asking Lando if you could join one of his streams, or you thought about messaging Charles to ask him to meet you for a drink.

Instead, you decided to eat pizza until you physically couldn’t anymore, and in your guilt you scheduled an extra session with your trainer.

The bits of the track you had seen looked interesting, but the whole affair was certainly over the top and ridiculous. Still, you were excited. You hadn’t gotten to experience many ’brand new’ tracks, and getting to christen one felt significant to you. You were planning to stick around Miami for a bit after the race to enjoy some rare down time before getting ready to head to Barcelona.

Your phone buzzed with a message from Carlos.

You had been texting and shared a few video chats throughout the week and you did your best to refrain from speaking about your ‘almost’ relationship. He had, however, asked you to join him and Lando for a round of golf once you arrived in Florida. You warned that you were not a golfer and told him you would surely ruin their good time. Still, he insisted, and you accepted the invitation.

Carlos: Enjoying your night?

You pursed your lips in thought, wiping the back of your hand over your tired, misty eyes.

Y/N: I’d enjoy it more if you were here.

You replied, thinking about just how much you meant it. Ever since he managed to confess his feelings for you things had been easy and comfortable. You avoided speaking about anything too serious, and he respected whatever space you sometimes needed.

Carlos: I’ll catch a flight

Carlos: Don’t tempt me

You smiled at that. Part of you had actually considered inviting him to stay with you for a few nights. It was a short flight, and you had the time- apart from some training and simulator work. However the prospect of embarking on a sex life with him made you nervous. Crossing that line would not be easy to come back from and if he was sleeping beside you your resolve would chip away until you were on your knees for him.

Y/N: You know I love to tempt you

You shot back, a little grin creeping across your cheeks at the flirtatiousness of it all. You texted a bit more before he said something you weren’t quite expecting.

Carlos: How are things with Daniel?

You froze at the words, your mind racing anxiously just from reading his name.

Another text quickly followed.

Carlos: You don’t have to talk about it

You just stared at the messages for a moment, hoping the perfect reply would pop into your head. You figured you may as well be honest as there really was nothing happening between you and Daniel.

Y/N: He keeps his distance.

Y/N: Haven’t seen each other much.

All you wanted to do was open the emotional floodgates and tell Carlos about how isolated you felt. Having Daniel so far away was a strange and new feeling, and it was something you were worried you would have to get used to.

Carlos: I’m sorry, I know you’re close.

Was Carlos actually sorry? Or did the distance between you and Daniel make him feel more secure? You decided not to question his motives and chalk it up to genuine concern.

Carlos: I can’t wait to see you.

You felt tense when the words flashed across your screen. Mostly because you were excited to see him too.

You continued to send each other messages while you packed. You had reached out to accommodations and asked to be on a different flight, claiming you wanted to get to the track earlier, so you were going to leave the next morning. It was a twelve hour flight, and you didn’t want to spend it avoiding eye contact with Daniel. Your hand hovered over your TRBL X DR3 hoodie as you considered whether or not to take it. You threw it in your carry-on.

You woke up that next morning rearing and ready to go, hoping that the sooner you left Monaco the sooner you could leave your problems behind. You had a few last minute decisions to make, like deciding which design to go with for your special helmet.

You climbed onto the jet and plopped into your seat, immediately getting yourself as cozy as you could without the use of Daniel’s comfy shoulder. Then you had your iPad out and began analyzing the track and watching back some of your sim work to be as prepared as possible. Just as you began to feel reality slipping away from you, your phone buzzed.

Big Dick Ricc: Last night should have been different.

You didn’t know what to say. It was your own fault for trying to set boundaries with Dan, and then immediately abandoning them. You knew he must be confused, but to be fair, so were you.

Big Dick Ricc: I fucking miss you

You could almost hear the words leaving his lips. The hurt look he had given you the previous night was still fresh in your mind. You threw your head back in frustration before finally responding.

Y/N: I miss you. And I’m sorry about last night.

You were effectively ruined for the rest of the flight. You had no idea what the hell you were going to do, so you ordered a glass of wine and started writing your feelings down. You thought perhaps getting them out of you and onto paper would help you see things more clearly. It didn’t.

You finally arrived in Miami feeling truly exhausted and jet lagged after such a long trip. Another weekend, another hotel room. You got settled in and climbed into the big, fluffy bed while you awaited the arrival of your room service. It was Monday night- and your golf date with Carlos was the next morning.

You couldn’t help but imagine what you’d be doing if you were with Daniel. Surely he’d be forcing you to watch Ace Ventura as he had brought it up every five minutes since they announced the Miami GP. You decided to put it on anyway.

Once you truly couldn’t take the silence of your own company anymore you actually chose to go for a run. You kept a cap on (not a Red Bull one) and AirPods in, doing your best to look like any other casual jogger, hoping to remain unrecognized. Which was a bit difficult with posters of you and the other driver’s faces plastered all over town. Still, you were able to get a solid workout in before heading back to your room.

You spent the rest of the evening just trying to get time to pass, studying the circuit and working on reaction drills before getting ready for bed early. You were meeting Carlos and Lando the next morning at 9 am, and you were a bit nervous. You didn’t know anything about golf and you were sure to be criticized relentlessly by Lando for it. Usually you would just bring Daniel along, but something told you that probably wouldn’t be the best idea.

The next morning, Carlos was at your door right on time. He looked so cute, dressed in some shorts and a light blue polo- maybe golf wouldn’t be so bad. You’d opted to wear a little tennis skirt you had found in the bottom of your dresser back home and a white collared top. You always saw Albon’s girlfriend in things like that, so it seemed good enough for you. Before you could say anything he was leaning forward and pressing a kiss to both of your cheeks in greeting. You chuckled and tried to play off how much it had flustered you.

“It’s good to see you.” You told him- your voice sounding almost a bit shy and unlike your own.

“It’s good to see you too. I’ve been looking forward to this.” He admitted, leading you down the hallway and back towards the lobby.

“I am going to be very bad at this.” You told him, trying to hide your nerves with a bit of a chuckle.

“Good,” He replied casually, making you furrow your brow in confusion.

“You can’t be good at everything.” He said teasingly. You laughed at that, struggling to think of something you were good at beyond motorsport. Soon you were in his Ferrari heading to a golf course so fancy you didn’t even know how to pronounce it.

There were many times you routinely felt out of place among your colleagues- this was one of those times.

You went to rent the golf cart- which you were hoping to drive- when you bumped into Lando.

“Y/N,” He greeted.

“Muppet.” You responded with a nod, bringing a grin to his lips. You and Lando had basically perfected brother/sister banter at this point.

“You ready to lose?” He asked, an eyebrow raised in challenge. As much as you hated losing- and especially to Lando- you couldn’t deny that he was right.

“Oh I expect to lose miserably. I can’t even play putt putt.” You told him.

“Right. And why did you bring her?” He asked, shifting his gaze to Carlos who simply rolled his eyes in response.

“I know it’s not to make you look good, because I’m going to destroy you.” Lando continued on.

Thankfully the attendant was back pulling up in the cart before Carlos had the chance to reply.

The three of you climbed in, Carlos squished between you and Lando. The weather was surprisingly pleasant for May in Miami, and the course was littered with trees that offered some much needed shade.

You drove out to the first hole while discussing what you had all been doing for the last week.

Once you arrived, Lando wasted no time hopping out and rummaging through his clubs, looking to find just the right one.

You turned your eyes to Carlos and watched as he did more of the same before finally muttering “perfect” and removing the club from the bag.

“I hope you know I have literally no idea what I am doing.” You warned, slightly alarmed at the amount of focus you already saw the two former teammates showing.

“I know, I’ll help you.” He told you happily with a slight shrug. Lando decided it would be best if he went first, so he grabbed a ball and a tee and stuck it down in the immaculate green. You watched as he considered the distance and the wind before finally taking a satisfying whack at the little ball. You watched, admittedly a bit impressed as the ball sailed on towards the first hole. You tried to take note of his stance, but his movement was so fluid and quick that it was basically a blur to you. Then Carlos was shooing you to go next.

You tried to mimic the pose you had just seen Lando in- legs shoulder width apart, knees slightly bent, hands- overlapping? No, that didn’t seem quite right.

You could feel their eyes on you as you struggled to get the positioning right and it made you feel a bit silly. Before you could ask for help, Carlos was standing beside you, his hands reaching for yours.

“May I?” He asked. You nodded. He took your hands and guided them along the grip of the club, his touch giving you a bit of a chill even in the Miami heat.

“You want to keep your grip there.” He instructed before turning and putting his hand on the small of your back, encouraging you to straighten your spine a bit.

You swore you could hear Lando’s eyes rolling from behind you.

Carlos guided you through the motions, showing you exactly where to start your backswing and how to swivel your hips through your downswing.

Now you understood why he took you golfing.

The first time, you missed. The second time- you missed. You laughed it off and returned to the pose he had taught you. Finally that third time you hit the ball and it went a good bit further than you had anticipated. Nowhere near Lando’s impeccable shot, but for your first attempt you were pleased. Carlos appeared to be as well.

“Good! That was good!” He told you excitedly, a smile spread across his cheeks. You weren’t sure if he was humoring you or being honest, still you chose to believe him. Carlos took his turn next, a shot equally impressive to Lando’s.

The next few holes continued on that way, with Carlos and Lando in a competitive game and you about 15 strokes behind them. Or ahead of them. You really had no idea what was going on. You couldn’t help but scoff at how seriously Lando took the whole thing- at one point he nearly lied down on the green, his body contorted into some ridiculous position as he surveyed- well, you didn’t know what. You captured the moment in a sneaky photo and posted it to your story on Instagram, tagging Lando and writing a joke about how much he looked like a praying mantis.

At around the sixth hole some dark clouds started rolling in, but the boys didn’t seem to mind. Carlos was far too focused on ”helping your posture“ to notice. He would watch you mime your swing a time or two before clicking his tongue in disapproval and moving closer to you, his hands skimming over your form a bit longer than necessary. Finally Lando had had enough.

“Oh, get a room.” He groaned from behind you, clearly not appreciative of the public displays of affection that Carlos seemed so comfortable with.

“Jealous?” You asked eyebrow quirked teasingly.

“I can’t believe I was rooting for you two.” He replied with mock disappointment.

“I’m sure Carlos wouldn’t mind helping you with your swing too,” You offered, eyes glancing towards Carlos’ brown ones to see him smiling at you.

“I think I’ll pass, thanks.” The Brit replied smartly, arms crossing over his chest.

“Ignore him.” Carlos almost whispered before directing your attention back to the tee. His hands moved back to your hips, helping you sway them as you slowly acted out your swing once more. Then he took a step back and allowed you to take your shot. Although he definitely seemed keen to have his hands on you- you had to admit, the ball went much further and the motions felt much more natural.

“See? You’re a natural.” Carlos told you, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek.

You felt a blush creeping up your face but hoped you could blame it on the heat.

“Come on, or you’re walking to the next hole.” Lando warned, having believed he’d been patient for long enough.

“You’re not very fun to play golf with.” You told him, moving out of Carlos’ grasp. He feigned being hurt, a hand to his chest as though you had wounded him.

“I’d just like to finish before midnight.” Lando replied. Then he glanced around at the menacing skies and made a face.

“Or before the world ends. Whichever comes first.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“You go on ahead.” Carlos told him, waving his hand to convince his friend.

“Yeah, I think I’ve had enough golf for one day.” You agreed with a nod. With a slight shrug, Lando was off, speeding onto the next hole, yelling that he would catch up with you later.

You turned to Carlos who was smiling widely, his eyes looking rather adoringly at yours.

“What did you think?” He asked.

“Definitely harder than it looks.” You told him, truly having a newfound respect for the sport as a whole.

“And I think I need a drink.” You added, shooting him a little wink. Before he could respond, the floodgates finally opened, and an angry, heavy spray of rain began to fall from the sky. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit, your clothes already completely soaked through. You watched the rain flatten Carlos’ hair, little droplets falling down his forehead and nose rather mesmerizingly. His smile faltered minutely as his hand came up to caress your cheek, and you gulped at the intensity. Then he was pressing his lips to yours, his arms wrapping strongly around you. You felt completely consumed by him and his touch, your hands grabbing the collar of his shirt to keep him as close to you as possible. For that one beautiful moment, you thought of nothing other than Carlos- not Daniel, not the media, not the championship. Just the way his touch made your body hum with excitement and longing. The kiss was deep and passionate, his tongue battling with yours for dominance. His fingers carefully tucked some of your wet hair behind your ear, his nose nudging against yours gently. The kiss felt like it lasted forever, but it was still over all too soon.

The two of you glanced up at the sky, blinking back the drops that showed no sign of slowing down. He offered his hand and you accepted, and the pair of you ran under an awning attached to the clubhouse. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his drenched polo hugged his broad shoulders, or the way he ran his fingers through his hair in an effort to keep it out of his face. You closed the space between you and captured his lips in another kiss, catching him a bit by surprise. You swore you could feel him smiling against you, his hands falling onto your hips.

“Mi corazón,” He finally spoke, his voice a bit lower than usual. You could get used to a nickname like that. You bit at the edge of your now puffy lips, eyes innocently looking up at his, as if you didn’t know the effect you had on him.

“You drive me crazy.” He told you, his head shaking slightly, as though you couldn’t understand what he meant.

“Yeah? And what about what you do to me?” You asked as the rain continued to pour around you.

“I was doing just fine, then you…” You struggled to find the right words.

“You changed everything.” You finally said. He offered a small smile as his hand reached for yours.

“I know. I don’t want you to feel pressured. You said you need time, you can have all the time you need.” Carlos’ voice was tender but soft as he spoke. The sweetness in his gaze was enough to tug at your heartstrings.

“I’m sorry I-” You were about to apologize for the lack of answers you had to give when he dismissed your concerns with a wave of his hand.

“Stop. You’ve got enough on your mind.” He moved his hands to rest on your shoulders, effectively centering you. He was right. You were grateful that neither he nor Daniel had put any pressure on you for immediate answers. They both knew the kind of stress you were under and while limbo wasn’t a fun place for them to be, they knew you had it worse.

“Let’s get you dried off.” Carlos said, breaking you away from your thoughts. You glanced down at your all-white outfit and realized the press would have a field day seeing that your undergarments had been exposed by the rain. You were just a little embarrassed, a sheepish smile passing over your cheeks as you crossed your arms over your chest in an effort to hide the light pink bra that was suddenly very noticeable. Carlos somehow remained the perfect gentleman, leaving to duck inside the clubhouse before returning with a couple towels for you. You thanked him and did your best to dry off, watching as the rain continued to fall.

After a few moments, you decided you were as dry as you could get and asked Carlos if he would be interested in that drink. He agreed and followed you inside, slipping a protective arm around you.

You ordered a Paloma and Carlos did the same. You stuck your damp hair in a messy bun and accepted the drink gratefully.

“You excited for the party tomorrow?” Carlos asked, looking for a more neutral topic of conversation. You raised your eyebrows- either at the drink’s strength or his question- you weren’t sure.

“Oh, I can’t wait.” You replied, just a bit sarcastically.

“I think it’ll be fun to have everyone together. We don’t get to do that much. But I’m just anxious to get on the track.” You elaborated, earning a knowing nod in return.

“I think it’ll be fun. Different. Might be nice to break up what we’re used to.” He said optimistically.

“Until this championship fight is over, I’m going to be anxious. It’s almost easier when you’re not in the running.” Your brows shot up at the admission. “I mean- I don’t want to complain. This is what we all want. It’s just a lot of pressure, you know?” You tried to backtrack on the statement a little, worried you would sound insensitive complaining about your success, but Carlos seemed to understand.

“I know. And your position is unique. But I’m rooting for you- just in case that wasn’t clear.” He told you, a bit of that perfect smile flashed your way along with a disarming wink. Carlos knew about the stress that plagued each driver- but to be the first female in F1- the first female championship contender- it was like you had the weight of your entire gender on your shoulders. A win for you would mean a win for every woman that had ever aspired to be a part of motorsports. You didn’t want to let them and all of the people that had believed in you down.

You were grateful and let out an exhale you hadn’t realized you had been holding in. Just as you went to ask Carlos how he felt about the car this year your eyes caught sight of a very damp Lando Norris wandering up to the two of you. You couldn’t help but laugh at his droopy self, his wet shirt clinging to his lean but admittedly muscular torso.

“Get a little wet, Norris?” You asked with a smirk.

“Looks like I’m not the only one.” He said, nudging his head in your direction. You bit at the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from saying the dirty joke you wanted to make.

“I'm heading back to the hotel if you want to come.” He said evenly.

“Yeah, probably a good idea. I’m freezing.” You said, your clothes still mostly drenched, but hopefully a bit less see-through.

“I can tell.” Lando replied teasingly, earning an elbow to his ribs from Carlos. Again, you crossed your arms over your chest and rolled your eyes.

“Gimme a sec.” Norris said simply before walking off towards… you didn’t know what. You shrugged and turned back to the bar and downed the rest of your drink.

“Is it that bad?” You asked Carlos, the idea of any photos of you in a pink bra and black panties making their way online made you shudder.

“It’s… not great.” He replied a bit slowly, unsure if honesty or a white lie would be the better way to go. You groaned and cursed the day golf was invented. And Florida, for that matter.

In a moment Lando reappeared, a sweatshirt draped over his arm.

“Here.” He handed you the cozy jumper, the name of the golf course plastered across it.

“Better than nothing, right?” You were grateful.

“Norris, your genius is showing.” You told him while tugging it on over your head.

“Thank you, seriously.” You added, and he nodded in return.

Carlos closed out your tab and the three of you left.

The former teammates were staying at a different hotel, so they dropped you off which you appreciated. You were dying to get into some dry clothes, and you assumed that a McLaren, Ferrari and Red Bull driver wandering through the lobby together wouldn’t go unnoticed. However in your current state, you were able to slip in and up to your room without any eyes lingering on you for too long.

You changed into your pajamas and ordered up some room service as you planned to spend a quiet evening alone before the chaos of race weekend started. You devoured your pasta dinner, and headed to the bathroom to wash your face when you heard a knock at your door. You furrowed your brow in confusion and glanced through the peephole. You felt yourself tense at the sight of Daniel. You opened the door but stood firmly at the threshold.

“Daniel? What are you doing here?” You asked, genuinely surprised to see him before you.

“Marsali gave me your room number.” He explained. Marsali was your trainer and friend, and she knew how close you and Daniel were.

“Ah.” You replied stupidly.

“Look, I know things have been… weird. And I’m sorry- I hate it. But you mean too much to me to let anything come between us. I just want to spend time with you, anyway you’ll let me.” You smiled gently.

“I miss you too, Dan. Come on in.” You told him, opening the door the rest of the way. You couldn’t help but notice his smile widen as he followed after you. You climbed into bed and grabbed the TV remote.

“I know exactly what we’re doing.” You said, pulling up the search bar and typing in ‘Ace Ventura’. His eyes widened with excitement.

“God, yes.” He sighed happily, settling beside you.

You felt extra aware of how close he was, but he made sure he wasn’t touching you. You decided to break the tension for him and rested your head on his shoulder. You could feel him relax a bit and he wrapped his arm around you. The two of you relaxed and soon things felt like old times.

He laughed along, loudly quoting the most iconic lines as you pretended not to be amused. It felt so right to be back in his arms, hearing his laughs echoing around you. Soon you were tangled up, your head resting on his chest as his fingers absently carded through your hair. You couldn’t help but listen to the comforting sound of his heart thumping beneath your ear, your eyes skulking over the tattoos his short sleeves exposed. Being so close to him felt like going home, like you could finally relax. You realized you were looking at Daniel more than you were watching the movie. Before letting yourself overthink the consequences, you sat up and pressed a kiss to his lips. You could tell you had caught him by surprise, but he readily returned the kiss, letting out a satisfied sigh at the feel of you. His whole demeanor changed, like he could finally breathe. His hand cupped your cheek sweetly and you could tell there was some desperation in his kiss. Like if he were to stop you may disappear. Finally, you were pulling back to breathe.

Incredibly, he said nothing. No flirty jokes, no teasing, no smug grin. Instead you saw what looked like relief in his eyes.

“I was worried I may never get another chance.” He said sadly, trying to hide it behind a chuckle. You didn’t know what to say. You were hoping that maybe a moment like this with Daniel would give you some clarity and help you decide which of the two men had truly captured your heart. Instead you were just as confused as ever.

So you curled back up against his side and watched the rest of the movie, blatantly ignoring the panic bubbling up in your chest.

The only thing you knew for sure was that you were going to have to make a decision by the end of the weekend.

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spark-gem · 2 years

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Hewooo can o request nozel, fuegoleon and william with an s/o who is the opposite of them (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞they say that opposite attracts👁️ thank u have a great day♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎♡︎ꨄ︎♡︎ꨄ︎

Anon, I owe you my life for this ask.

Because the Fuegoleon one was a smidge indulgent.

Edit: reblogged to include William!

Fuegoleon Vermillion

I'm picturing a quiet individual, on the shy side, and more on the anxious side

The sight is almost funny to behold with this tall man yelling his passions to this shy person quietly giving the same affections back quietly with a stressed expression.

Constant uplifting and confidence building speeches from him are always appreciated by s/o

Fuegoleon also encourages them to try things outside their comfort zone in order to gain more outlooks on those around them.

When it comes to Fuegoleon, s/o is good at recognizing anxiety in him.

They encourage him to take things slow every once in a while because no matter the goal he has set they 100% believe he will reach it.

Its something that he greatly appreciates from them since even strong-minded people have their own moments of self-doubt

This relation works as it provides one person with the opportunity to open up to new experiences and gain confidence while providing the other person with the chance to slow down, be validated, and get their own encouragement.

Nozel Silva

Nozel's s/o is an extroverted individual. Impulsive and or a lack of a better word, crazy. Which means they speak up about how they are feeling about a situation right then and there.

A quality Nozel no doubt finds annoying from time to time but at this point, s/o doesn't really register his words/actions as something to worry about.

Most would think this relationship is doomed just watching them, but all are surprised that it works.

As a royal and magic knight captain, Nozel must conduct himself in respectful and acceptable behavior at all times. S/o does not have to. So while he has to keep himself in check at all times, S/o has no problem sticking their two -cents in when something is said that makes their man uncomfortable or from being disrespected.

They also encourage him to act on his own desires or try things that are otherwise unbecoming of royalty

Nozel balances out this impulsive behavior by being the voice of reason so whatever insane plan they've come up with...

It is at least is reasonable and can be executed with efficiency. Resulting in minimum property damage and s/o with no massive injuries. The other side is avoiding something reckless entirely

This is a relationship that balances impulse and logic providing what the other needs while protecting one another.

William Vangence

For William, I see someone who is extroverted like Nozel's s/o but I'm going to say with an attitude equivalent to a spoiled brat

One that will basically be a brat to everyone but him. Perhaps try to get on his nerves only to find his bottomless pit of patience.

The dynamic between this relationship is mainly one person learns to consider the emotional needs of others while the other person is reminded that they are more than their job snd its is okay to be selfish every once in a while.

William makes his s/o reflect on how their actions affect others and while they can occasionally have good intentions at heart it is not what reflected others.

Patience is another one that s/o learns in that they feel more at peace with William. They always demand something from others but William reminds them demands from others aren't what bring happiness and he helps them to find this calm peace for themselves.

S/O acts as William's....louder voice by scheduling breaks for dates and just general breathers from work.

In fact, they pretend that this is for them when its really for William and that's easily shown by how they spoil him.

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xiao-isms · 3 years

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Hello I just recently found your Sub Xiao things and oh my god thank you for the food 😍😍 If ur taking requests, Reader with a strap on with a dildo that can vibrate, and Xiao taking it ? 👀 Multiple orgasms would be fun, but anything you write is excellent so I don’t mind where you take this 😳

— dirty.

character. xiao

content warnings. multiple orgasms, semi dirty talk, verbal humiliation, cum eating, a little bit of cross-dressing. note that reader does have a strap-on but i tried to make it as gn as possible !

word count: 1.7k words

voicemail. agshs thank u sm anon! i really liked writing this one so i hope you enjoy <3 ps sorry if the ending is rushed, i recently started uni so ive been superrr busy lately

you slid a hand up xiao’s milky thigh and underneath his blush pink pleated skirt with a mischievous grin on your lips. halting for a moment, you took the opportunity to squeeze that soft, meaty flesh that you loved so dearly, pressing wet kisses and angry red hickies across his skin. once satisfied with your work, you pull away and lift your head to look the mighty yaksha right in his now watery eyes and archons, you doubted even the lord of geo himself would believe you if you told him how pathetic his war-hardened adeptus looked at this very moment, all from a few simple touches. the sight was laughable, really; his hard cock protruded from his pretty little skirt, precum already beginning to stain the garment, accompanied by a face so flushed you swore you could see steam emerging from the top of the other's head. you grabbed the man by his chin and yanked him forward. "you're fucking disgusting." the words came out a bit harsher than intended but xiao, oh xiao, he loved it. he loved it when you made him feel absolutely deplorable; when you broke him until he felt like he couldn't be fixed. he didn't respond, just looked at you with hunger, like he was silently begging you to fuck his brains out.

you could feel a primal need rumbling from deep inside your chest. “does that turn you on?” you asked with a cheeky grin that only seemed to be getting larger by the second. the petite man whimpered in your tight hold, nodding ever so slightly but much too embarrassed to give a direct response. “how naughty of you, xiao. so shy, and yet so, so dirty.” you interlocked your lips with his, sliding your tongue in his small mouth as soon as you got the chance. it was messy and sloppy and it felt like xiao hadn’t kissed anyone a day in his life, saliva running down the sides of his pointed chin while his mouth hung open, completely pliant, but it was so hot. you were the first to pull away which only made the adeptus whine in a desperate, high-pitched voice.

“so needy,” you whispered in the shell of his ear, rubbing his sensitive sides. “you want it? you want my cock in you, pretty boy?” he makes a sound of affirmation, one that you can’t quite make out, but one nonetheless. xiao shouldn’t be acting like this, he knows he shouldn’t—he’s a yaksha, a seasoned demon slayer, and yet, whenever he’s with you like this, he just can’t seem to control himself. he thrusted his little hips into thin air with vigor in what seemed to be an attempt to get some kind of friction, something—anything—to soothe his aching, leaking dick. “ah, ah,” you hummed, gripping his waist so tightly you were both positive there would be bruises there the next morning. “the only way you’re going to cum tonight is with my cock plowing into your tiny hole.”

the way his face contorted slightly and his brows furrowed while fresh, blood-hot tears ran down his flushed cheeks only spurred you on further. you spread his legs as far as possible, yanking both his cute panties and tight skirt off, throwing it behind you without care. you haphazardly coated your fingers in saliva before inserting them inside your boy with newfound fervor, eager to fuck him until he couldn’t think straight and was unable to scream anything other than your name. he moaned and cried and whimpered as you pumped your wet digits in and out of his hole. the adeptus whined, he was so close, so close, but he desperately wanted to be good for you-- and there's hardly anything that he wouldn't do to achieve that, even if it meant holding back his own orgasm. you scissored your middle and index finger, adding a third once you were sure xiao was stretched well enough. soon, you were able to thrust your digits in back and forth freely while the other's body continuously spasmed and shook with close to unbearable pleasure.

too impatient to keep waiting to enter the small man, you pulled your fingers out entirely, the act ripping a loud wail from your lover. "wh...w-why'd you stop?" the words were slurred and almost incomprehensible—it sounded something akin to what someone drunken on sex would say, certainly not a powerful immortal such as himself. the question truly makes you wonder if he'd actually been paying attention to your previous statement or if he really was that incoherent already. how cute, you hadn't even started and here he was, a drooling, stupid mess. you didn't respond, instead opting to press your lips against his, thrusting your tongue deep into his mouth once again. whether or not he understood you before didn't matter, the night would end the same way: with xiao becoming an inchoate husk of a being, only able to give as much pleasure as he received.

quickly, you fastened the harness onto your waist, clicking the straps in place. the plastic toy connected to the o-ring of the strap-on was useful in more ways than one; you knew the both of you’d love it as soon as you saw it. slowly—or, as slowly as you could, patience thrown to the wind long ago—you slid inside of your boy with ease, his breath hitching in the most adorable ways. you smirked and wrapped your fingers around the small device that activated the dildo. “are you ready?” before the man under you had a chance to answer, you clicked the 'on' button, the sex toy whirling to life. for a second, you thought you could see hearts in xiao’s teary, amber eyes. he looked so, so beautiful like this; spreading his legs and moaning for you like a cheap hooker. nimble fingers landed on his waist once again, allowing your hips to slam against the meat of his thighs. his mouth hung agape in shock at the sudden movement, whimpers and whines spilling from those pretty, swollen lips. "a-ah! mmph, p-please go s—oh!—" the words seemed to have fallen dead on his tongue due to a particularly well aimed thrust, hurling him forward. every little movement felt so good, like he was on cloud nine, and oh god, don't even get him started on the way the pseudo cock vibrated in him, making his head go blank with overwhelming lust. he could feel that familiar heat stirring in his abdomen, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"mm, 'm gonna cum, ooh, g-gonna cum, p-please!"

with one more rough, domineering push of your hips, he came over the newly washed bed sheets. you slowly came to a stop and slipped your fingers over the head of his now softening sex, swiping away a hefty amount of your lover's seed and putting it towards his face. "open.” you demanded, inserting your moist digits in his mouth. his red, puffy lips wrapped around them, lazily licking you clean. "good boy," you praised as you pulled your fingers from him. "do you like that? you like eating your own cum like a filthy whore, hm?" he didn’t respond, apparently much too fucked out to even nod. you pulled the man’s cheeks together, leaning down and pressing the tip of your nose to his own.

“i asked you a question.”

his mouth opened slightly at the deep, commanding tone of your voice; he was trying to answer you, he was trying to be good, but his mind was so fuzzy he could hardly breathe. with much struggle, he moves his head up and back down. the action was hardly noticeable with how subtle it was, but you took pity on the poor yaksha, placing a kiss that he felt was almost too gentle considering the current situation. you heard a whimper erupt from xiao and a small, close to inaudible humming sound could be heard within the quiet room.

oh.

you had forgotten about that.

the adeptus trembled underneath your form with overstimulation. he feared he was going to cum again, untouched; he could feel it in the way his dick was beginning to harden again, the way the muscles in his stomach churned and tightened in the most delightful ways, ways that made him feel lightheaded and painfully aroused. you were silent, watching your lover’s face scrunch up with a glint of pure lust clear in your half-lidded eyes. you begin to rock your hips back and forth again, only moving a centimeter an inch this time. xiao couldn’t stop thinking about how good you felt inside him, how his slick walls clenched and unclenched around your barely moving cock, making the smallest squelching noises.

it was all so filthy.

with that thought, the warm coil in his lower body burst and he was positive that he was seeing stars from how hard he’d just orgasmed. it was ego-boosting, really, knowing that only you could touch him like this, look at him like this. you hummed, increasing the pace of your thrusts until xiao was crying and incoherent, garbled whines falling from his mouth. “s-sen—o-oh fuck!” tears clouded his vision as you abused his prostate, taking advantage of that sensitive spot inside him. with heavy breaths, you leaned down to look at him directly, the smell of sweat and sex prominent on both of your bodies. “you’re such a good boy, xiao,” you commended between grunts and quiet moans. you brushed his messy hair back so you could see the pleasure on his flushed face, planting kisses on each of his cheeks. he keened at the attention, throwing his arm over his face to hide from the embarrassment.

“you take my cock so well, such a brave boy.” you knew he loved to be showered in praise more than anything, even more than he loved to be pinned down and degraded. he felt as if he’d cum at any second, the way the silicone toy felt inside him was more than exhilarating and your occasionally words only added to that addicing feeling. nimble fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, hard and dripping precum, preparing itself for its third orgasm. you finished him off with just a few strokes, his small form twitching with overstimulation. you slowly came to a stop and cupped his red face with your hands.

“what am i ever going to do with you, baby?”

#hey im not dead #🎐. . . xiao #WAIT I FORGOT TO TITLE THIS #genshin impact smut #xiao genshin impact #xiao x reader #genshin impact #xiao smut #sub xiao #bottom xiao #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao

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unfinshedsentec · 2 years

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hello can i have a headcanons of Chifuyu, Angry, Kazutora and Mitsuya with a Childhood gn! reader who is chubby before when they were a kid, when the boys meet childhood reader again they became slim.

hi love! Thank you so much for requesting! I apologize that this is so late, I’ve been surprisingly busy, so forgive me! Also, I accidentally mixed Smiley and Angry up so I’m so sorry for that😭

the tr boys when they meet their chubby! childhood crush again

per request reader is gender neutral!

character pairings: mitsuya, chifuyu, smiley, and kazutora x reader (seperate)

tw: mentions of bullying and self-harm, cursing, and self destructive behavior

Mitsuya

Mitsuya, in his true nature, was beyond kind from the moment you met, despite your looks.

You see, as a kid, you were a little chubby. Your classmates and siblings were always so nasty because of it, and that led to you to hating yourself. But even then, they didn’t stop bullying you

Mitsuya was the first person to ever be kind to you.

He helped you without hesitation. He immediately picked up on your odd behavior at the park and left his siblings with Hakkai while he went to go check up on you, only to see you attempting to hurt yourself. He immediately tackled you to the ground and as a stranger, gave you one of the best pep talks of your life.

From then on, the both of you were best friends. You often went over to his house to eat dinner, went to the park with him and his sisters, played with him and Hakkai, etc. Hell, you met Draken because you were so close.

Needless to say, you were best friends… and possibly a little more than that.

Unfortunately, just as you turned 11, your parents moved away to America, making you move too.

You obviously didn’t want to go, but you didn’t have much of a say in that. So, you moved to America with your family.

Of course, America was amazing, but you still really missed Japan, namely Mitsuya.

Sure, you guys texted a lot, but that’s certainly not the same thing as being with each other in person. Seeing Mitsuya was the only think you even wanted, but your parents refused to go back to Japan, so seeing Mitsuya seemed pretty impossible.

Well, you were lucky

Your school had an exchange-program opportunity, which gave you the chance to go back home to Tokyo. Without a thought, you signed for the program and now you were back in Japan, patiently waiting to be picked up by non-other than Mitsuya.

You weren’t expecting Mitsuya to immediately offer to pick you up at the airport, but he did, and well, that choice was much better than a Taxi. Obviously, you were now waiting in the entrance of the pickup area for the silver-haired male, who you saw nowhere.

…until you saw him standing right next to you.

“Mitsuya?!” you excitedly shouted, running up to him

“Oh hey y/-Y/N?!” Mitsuya shouted, absolutely flabbergasted.

…It seemed you had forgotten to tell your best friend about you new look, which he was obviously surprised with.

After all, he remembered you being pretty insecure and sad from the bullying over your chubbiness. You were pretty dull and never really smiled. Now, you were extremely bright, happy, fit, and glowing. Seriously, you looked like a model.

It was only natural that Mitsuya lost his shit when he saw that.

“Wha-uh…. you’ve ummm….I-uh huh?” he barely muttered out.

“What?”

“Y-you..fuck…I don’t know what to say”

“Pardon?”

“Y-you’ve…um changed hahaha”

“Yeah! I grew into my baby fat, didn’t I!”

Poor Mitsuya was too stunned to speak, and he pretty much stayed like that for god knows how long.

Maybe one day he’ll recover…. and accept his little crush on you.

Chifuyu

As kids, you and Chifuyu were always very close. You guys were practically stuck at the hip, and never left each other’s side. I mean, you both had a huge love for cats and having that in common pretty much bonded you immedtalty.

After all he’s got a cat himself, he feeds cats, pets strays, etc. Hell, he brings a new cat home every day, because he loves them so much.

Of course, you do the same thing, so when you both met while chasing after cats, you both instantly clicked.

“Hey you! What are you doing?!” you yelled when you saw another little boy chasing your cat.

“Huh?! I’m looking for a kitty to bring home!” he replied, approaching and angry you, only to see a huge smile suddenly appear on you face.

“You were looking for kitties too?!”

“ Of course I am! I love kittes!”

“I love kitties too!”

“Yay!! We’re gonna be best friends!”

From that day on, you and Chifuyu both ended up becoming best friends. You saw and played with each other every day, and even went searching for cats too! You just really bonded over that, and things just sort’ve soared from there.

Well, that and the fact that Chifuyu was your first friend.

He was the first to ever be kind to you, let alone be your friend. He really gave you the confidence you needed and showed how to be a happy little kid. It was only natural that you stuck with him.

Soon enough, you had a crush on him. It also just so happened that he had one on you, as you were the first person to give support him. Hell, you even called him your hero!

Unfortunately, as you got older and went to different schools, you distanced. Before you knew it, you were only talking to him once a month, and then once a year, and then, never again.

It was a sad loss, and you of course missed your ex-best friend. But that sort’ve thing just happens when you get older. You end up becoming your own people, and you just drift apart. Though, Chifuyu did enter your mind every once in a while, and when he did, you wished to meet him again.

Well, that wish ended up becoming true on your birthday.

Your 16th birthday was a big thing that you planned on celebrating with a lot of people and doing a lot of fun things. Unfortunately, when your 16th rolled around, the pandemic started so you were stuck at home extremely disappointed to not have your dream birthday.

It was just a depressing day that got more and more depressing as the day continued. Sure, opening presents and watching movies was amazing, but it wasn’t really the excitement you had hoped for. It was just a disappointing day.

Well, that was until your Mom told you she a had a surprise.

Curiously, you sat up and questioned what it was, only to end up being face-to-face with the one and only Chifuyu Matsuno.

Chifuyu simply stood there, with his mouth wide open and his eyes practically bulging out of his head. You, too, stood there shocked until you snapped out of it and gave the extremely shocked Chifuyu a hug.

Of course, Chifuyu was too stunned to hug you back. Immediately, you pulled away thinking you made him uncomfortable, only to see a bright pink hue covering Chifuyu’s cheeks.

“Chifuyu? You, okay?”

“……..”

“Chifuyu?!”

“…Oh! Uh, y-yeah! I’m alright, just a little shocked a-at how much you’ve changed!”

It was only then that you remembered that you had changed a lot since you had last seen Chifuyu. Physically, you had grown into your features as we all do, but you also changed in the weight department.

When you turned age 13, you got the motivation to lose weight, so you worked out and watched your calories, which naturally led you to losing some weight.

While your weight loss was a huge part of your glow-up, it was also something that often excited your mind, just as it had with poor Chifuyu.

“Oh yeah! I guess I did lose some weight!” you replied, chuckling. Unfortunately, it seemed that Chifuyu had changed too …because he certainly wasn’t making it much of a secret that he was straring at your body.

Of course, you got pissed….and well

*slap*

“Watch your eyes Matsuno!”

“Hahaha, sorryyyy”

From that day on, you and Chifuyu became friends once again. You often hung out, and simply enjoyed being with each other, which was amazing.

Of course, Chifuyu was a bit of pervert, and loved looking where he wasn’t supposed to, which he got a slap for, but other than, everything was well!

If only you knew about Chifuyu’s little crush on you~

Smiley

Smiley over here, is by far the most aggressive person in Toman.

He loves beating up people, he loves hearing their screams, and overall, loves the thrill of a fight. He also just so happened to be that way as a kid, especially toward bullies.

Well as a kid, you were constantly bullied for your weight, which hurt you in unimageable ways. Kids would bully you no matter what anybody would say or do. They’d only ever stop when you got on your knees and begged for them to stop.

It also just so happened that one day, when you were doing Smiley was doing his daily walk home, that he saw you, on your knees crying, begging for a pair of bullies to stop.

He couldn’t help but feel rage as he watched them kick you more and more, despite your cries. It wasn’t long after that, that he marched right towards the bullies…and let’s just say they were taught one hell of a lesson.

After the bullies pissed their pants from Smiley’s beatings, Smiley approached you, who shook in fear.

“Hi! I’m Smiley! Wanna be friends?”

“H-huh? Are you being serious?”

“Yeah! I swear I’ll protect you!”

Hesitantly, you looked up at him, not believing him at all. But when you looked at him, you couldn’t help but feel comforted.

It was only natural that you said yes after that.

From that day on, You and Smiley became absolute best friends. If anything, you were his only friends, and his yours. You were the first person who ever stayed by his side, despite his violent natures, and he was the first person who didn’t judge you for your weight.

He saw you as you, and if it wasn’t for that, you wouldn’t be where you are today.

Unfortunately, after Smiley got into gangs and brawls, your parents no longer approved of him, and forced you to move on without him. That hurt you much more than any bullying you ever got, but you did’nt really have a say anymore, so you obeyed them, despite how much it hurt.

You didn’t see Smiley after that. You lost all contact, and never heard from him again…until your first day of high school.

As you were casually walking around, searching for your first class, you happened to see a familiar poof of peach hair. At first you didn’t believe it was your childhood friend, but you still curiously followed him to be sure, only to see it really was SMILEY.

Without a thought, you ran up to the familiar man and gave him a hug behind.

“Smiley!” you sniffled. “It’s been so long!”

“Huh?! Who is the fuck hugging me?!”

“It’s me Y/n!”

Immediately, Smiley turned around from shock…. but he sure didn’t get what he expected.

You looked very different. Of course, you grew quite a lot and matured mentally and physically, but you also changed in the…. weight department.

You looked very slim. If anything, you were quite built compared to before, and boy were you hot.

Of course, as much as Smiley wanted it to be you, he didn’t believe it…. mainly because you did look so different.

“What?! You’re not Y/n!”

“Huh? I mean sure, I lost some weight but it’s still me! We met when you saved at the park, remember?”

He just stood there wide eyed, staring at you.

Seriously he was so shocked that he couldn’t bring himself to move.

“...Smiley?”

“…..”

“Smiley?”

“….”

“Take your time love”

Smiley shat himself after you called him love.

Needless to say, it took him a bit to come back to his senses….and trust me when I say he made sure to simp for you when he did.

Kazutora

Kazutora, unlike the other guys, met you not from comforting you, but from you comforting him

You see, Kazutora having been abused really needed some support. He was all alone and sad in the world. He had no true friends at the time, his classmates were ignorant, and his family was horrible.

He, even as a little 6-year-old, was completely alone, until you came up to him after seeing how sad he was .

Of course, he wasn’t really fond of you at first but after your persistence, Kazutora gave in and opened up to you.

After hearing his horrible life, you immediately offered to be his friend.

“I don’t really understand what that feels like, but people are really mean to me because of my weight… We should be each other’s first friends!”

“….really?”

“Yeah!

“…alright, we’ll be friends”

From that day on, you and Kazutora were best friends

You stood by each other and were each other’s only friends. You were the only happy thing in his childhood, and he was the only thing happy in yours, especially since he was the first person to ever not judge you for your size.

Well, and he was the first person to ever love you.

Unfortunately, your friendship fizzled when Kazutora moved after his parents’ divorce. You ended up losing touch, and you both got new friends

You just never saw each other again after age 10. Well, that was until Kazutora randomly showed up to your middle school.

That’s right, in the middle of your 3rd year, Kazutora just randomly showed up to your school.

While he was very hard to recognize with his new tattoo and haircut, it was still your Kazutora, and you immediately ran up to him.

Of course, it didn’t really enter your mind that you too, had changed a lot over the years, more so in the weight department.

Since you last saw Kazutora, you started to work out in determination to lose weight. And well, you lost a good about of it. Not to mention you really growing into your features. Overall, you looked like a much different person, and boy were you hot.

You guessed Kazutora just didn’t recognize because of this, considering he had a twisted look on his face when you ran up to him.

“Kazutora! Kazutora! It’s been so long!”

“Huh? Who the hell are you?”

“Y/n! The one from your childhood!”

Kazutora’s jaw instantly dropped after you said that you were the same Y/n from his childhood. After all, you looked completely different. The only similarity there was your smile.

Needless to say, Kazutora barely believed it was actually you. If it wasn’t for you having the same smile, he wouldn’t have believed it.

Unfortunately, he was still shocked, so he wasn’t able to say anything in return.

“Kazutora? Are you okay? Kazutora?”

Nothing. Kazutora said or did nothing except widen his mouth more, so much so that a fly even flew in there.

Poor Kazutora ended up staying like that for the next hour, until you offered him some ice cream to catch up.

You’re pretty damn lucky he loves ice cream…otherwise, he never would’ve recovered.

//end!

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theeretblr · 3 years

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First off all, Hiii how are you? I hope you doing well, I think you are awesome and an such a big inspiration i love see your outfits!

Second: how “”fame”” as affect you? i dont know if you considerer yourself famous but how you deal with being recognisize in public, have influence in social media and that kind of stuff??

I'm doing well thanks!

And "fame" if you want to call it that has been incredibly stressful for me. I never intended on doing content creation as what I do to make a living, but here I am!

I am a generally very introverted person, so suddenly being thrust into the limelight with millions of peoples' eye on me, judging my every move, trying to cancel me for every mistake and constantly comparing me and other creators to each other all the time is just a level of stress that nothing can prepare you for.

Of course it's not all bad, in fact the vast vast majority of interactions with people who follow me has been incredibly positive. However, in my experience, there will always be that small number of people who don't like you. I try to be as positive, helpful and kind as possible as much as I can. I want to uplift others and make them feel happy, so the idea that there are some people out there who literally hate me is incredibly upsetting, but I've had to learn not to care about these people. There's no point trying to convert someone who doesn't like you when you could instead focus that energy on continuing to uplift those who already support you. That took a long time to fully learn. It's hard to overcome that fight or flight response that leads to doomscrolling through twitter.

On another note, I love getting recognised in public! If you ever see me, please don't be afraid to approach me and ask for a picture or anything! It's as much of a highlight of my day as I'm sure it is yours!

At the end of the day, I am incredibly thankful for where I am today. I've had so many opportunities that I never would have thought possible a couple years ago. While it is incredibly stressful at times, unfortunately sometimes life is just like that. It's about overcoming those challenges and working to be better than ever before!

#askeret

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shycoconutt · 3 years

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I Need You (Kakashi x Reader Smut)

A/n: Oh boy do I got some smutty smut for you. This is my first time writing smut and I think I did okay! Please let me know what you think and, as always, feel free to send some requests my way! 🤍

Summary: You find yourself unbelievably horny waiting for Kakashi to get home from work. The night goes exactly as planned.

Word Count: 4200

Warnings: NSFW ( minors, there's the door -> 🚪), fem!reader, vaginal sex, rough sex, doggy style, cunnilingus

Gods, why am I so horny?

Sat in the reading chair in the corner of your and Kakashi’s bedroom, you find yourself unable to focus on the new novel you picked up at the bookstore this morning. Each time you try to focus on the words in front of you, your eyes start to drift off the page and fall on your bed across the room. The bed where Kakashi and you have had sex now maybe a dozen times. You two have been platonic partners for years, but it wasn’t until recently where you both allowed your feelings to blossom into romance. Some would say that your relationship with Kakashi came on fast, but those who say that don’t truly know either of you.

After the war, and after keeping your feelings for each other bottled down for years, Kakashi took you on a vacation to a quaint village on the outskirts of Konoha. During your stay, you two could finally relax and find comfort in each other. The future seemed less uncertain, and you allowed yourself to open up in ways you never had before. You both knew you loved each other, that you were meant for each other, but the stress of war and the lack of knowledge that either of you would come out alive prevented anything from happening. The last thing either of you wanted to do was take the other’s heart six feet under.

It was the third night on the trip when he proposed to you. Kakashi and you were naked together in the natural hot spring, embracing each other in the water. The words he spoke to you that night are etched in your brain, never to be forgotten.

“My whole life I’ve been fighting; fighting for Konoha, fighting for my team, fighting for our friends, fighting my demons, fighting the truth, and fighting the feelings I have for you. I never understood why it was so hard to escape you, but it isn’t until now where I finally understand. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever had to do. Our love is so natural, so pure. It pains me to know that our reality has muddled it for so long. You are the best thing that’s ever come into my life, and the gods only know how thankful I am that you have been by my side through it all. Everything I’ve ever gone through, every challenge I’ve had to overcome, you’ve guided me along the way. I used to think I was undeserving of your love, but now that we both are standing here, bruised and battered by our past, I realize that it was always supposed to be this way. You and me. Forever.”

That was the night you and Kakashi shared your first kiss. The night you first held each other in a naked embrace. The night you touched the skin normally concealed under each other's clothes. The night you trailed kisses down his chest, to his stomach, his hip, and up his shaft. The night you grabbed him in your hand and stroked him while looking into his eyes. The night you felt his tongue draw across your nipples. The night you felt him suck and nibble at your neck. The night you felt his fingers, god his fingers, trace up your wet heat to rub onto your most sensitive spot. The night he held onto your hip and slid into your tenderness. The night you whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears while he pumped into you. The night you made love, four times.

It’s been a week since your mini-vacation of ultimate bliss. Immediately after arriving back to the village, you both moved out of your individual apartments and moved into the Hatake estate, per Kakashi’s request. When you asked him if this is truly what he wanted, he assured you that this was the place he wanted to make a home with you and your future children. He also liked that the estate is largely removed from the Hokage tower, where he will be spending the majority of his time in the future. Renovations are far from over, but your bedroom was the first area of the house to be set up. It’s your shared sanctuary, and to be completely honest, you’ve never felt more at home.

The only word to describe this week between you and Kakashi is passionate. Even with opposite schedules, you both make time for one another every day. You’ve been insanely busy at your new job that you acquired post-war, spearheading the mental health resource center for war veterans and shinobi still in active duty. Kakashi is busy shadowing Tsunade while she sorts out post-war rehabilitation plans for the village. This is your first day off and, unfortunately, Kakashi is out doing future Hokage duties. Though frustrating, both of you are super understanding of each other's roles in this village and you respect that time with each other may be limited in the coming years. That’s why any chance you get, you both check in on each other throughout your day. Whether it’s offering to take his ninken on a walk while he’s in the office, or him bringing you breakfast when you get to work, you find opportunities to be present in each other’s daily lives.

The evenings, however, are a whole other story. Both of you are usually home a little after eight, and you’ve adapted to having late dinners with each other. After cleaning up, the rest of the evening is spent wrapped up in each other. One thing you weren’t expecting about being with Kakashi is that he is constantly touching you when you are alone together. His hands are either on your thighs, wrapped in your hair, caressing your face, squeezing your arms, massaging your shoulders, touching your lips, or any other way he can get them on you. You crave his touch, so to say that you enjoy this side of him is an understatement. Not only does Kakashi adore touching you, he also adores being touched.

Touching leads to caressing, caressing leads to groping, and groping leads to passionate lovemaking.

Well, geez (y/n), maybe if you stopped daydreaming about Kakashi’s hands all over you then you wouldn’t be this goddamn horny.

Here’s the thing with you and Kakashi’s newfound sex life. You are in the early stages. All the sex you have is all about romance, making up for the lost time, and finally expressing your feelings with your body. It’s amazing and you wouldn’t change your lovemaking for the world.

But right now, you don’t desire lovemaking. You desire rough, animalistic, dirty, dirty sex.

The kind of sex that makes you shudder in desire and fear.

The kind of sex that makes in between your legs sore the next day.

Realizing you’ve been daydreaming for the past fifteen minutes, you close your novel shut and toss it aside. You look over at the clock on your nightstand to find that it’s almost time for Kakashi to be home. Usually, you would already be cooking something up for dinner, but you have a feeling that any food you make would just get cold. Eating is not your priority right now, Kakashi is.

A devious smile forms at your lips when you consider what you plan on doing with him when he walks through the front door. Should you take him right there? Get down on your knees and beg for him? Run a warm, candle-lit bath? Put whip cream on your tits and tell him that you’re his dinner? All great options, but none are really representative of how much you need him.

In one swift movement, you are up off your chair and running towards your closet. He could be here any minute and there’s no time to waste. Once there, you take in how disorganized your closet is. You have yet to unpack any of your clothes, as all you’ve worn the past week is your jonin uniform and your pajamas. Rummaging through the boxes sprawled out on the floor, you finally find which box you are looking for. The box looks like any other box, but written on the side in marker is the word intimates.

Bingo.

One might think you are a sex fiend with all the lingerie you own, but that is far from reality. The truth is, lingerie has always made you feel sexy. Most of all, it’s just so pretty. You love the power it gives you. You love the fact that no one knows that some days you are wearing the world’s skimpiest lingerie underneath your uniform. It’s like you have an edge on someone that they don't even realize. Also, when you did happen to end up in bed with a man, you were over-prepared. The look on their faces when you stripped off your clothes was priceless. It was your way of telling them that you expected them to want you.

There are way too many options to choose from, and you find yourself starting to panic as time passes on. You know you’re overthinking this as, honestly, Kakashi would love anything you put on. Some things you know about Kakashi are that his favorite color is blue, he loves your thighs and is obsessed with how soft your skin is. Therefore, you should obviously go for the baby blue lace and silk set. It includes a lace balconette bra, a thong connected to thigh garters, and a silk robe to go over the top. After putting it on and taking a look at yourself in the mirror, you knew you made the right choice.

Before finding a comfortable spot on the bed, you quickly grab some baby oil and rub it all over your body. The oil will allow Kakashi to slide his hands all over you effortlessly, which is exactly what you need. Satisfied, you grab your book and lay on top of your made bed. You weren’t planning on actually reading, but you think your casualness while wearing such a sexy outfit will have Kakashi’s head spinning.

So there you were, belly down, ass out, feet intertwined, book in hand, when you heard the lock click and the front door open. Perfect timing.

You could hear Kakashi kick off his shoes and take off his vest as he walked into your home. Usually, you would be standing in the kitchen where he would come and give you a warm embrace and kiss you until you told him that he has to eat dinner. But, you're not there, and you can sense his confusion.

“Where’s my babygirl?” Kakashi’s voice projects throughout the house, a hint of concern in his voice. You smile at the thought of the pout that’s probably on his face right now.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’ve been caught up in my new book. I’m in the bedroom,” you call back to him.

You hear what sounds like a sigh of relief as his footsteps make their way down your hallway in the direction of your bedroom, the sounds of pieces of his uniform dropping off of him every few steps. You make sure to keep your head turned to the door so you can take in his reaction to your state.

“Oh, the new book you got this morning? How is it? Let me guess, you already finished-”

An indescribable feeling shoots through your whole body as Kakashi enters your bedroom. He just finished pulling his mask down his face, as his hand is still caught to the fabric pooling around his neck. With a smile on your face, you soak in his expression as he’s stood in the entrance of your room, a deep blush forming on his cheeks and his mouth still agape in mid-sentence. His eyes dart back and forth from your face to the bottom of your ass that’s hanging out of your silk robe.

Damn, you really did that (y/n).

“What’s wrong, Kashi?” You say in the most innocent voice you can muster. You bat your eyelashes and flip over to sit up so he can get a good look at you. You let your book drop off the bed and land on the floor.

There’s another pause before Kakashi slowly walks towards you on the bed. Without speaking, he reaches a hand out to you. You take it and he pulls you up so you're kneeling on the bed as he stands in front of you. His dark eyes bore into yours as both of his hands drop to your thighs. Slowly, he grazes them up over your hips, your waist, up the sides of your breasts, to wrap around the back of your neck. You can feel the hairs on your skin stand in anticipation. With his hands still wrapped around you, he brings his head down to you and grazes his mouth on your jawline. From there he plants small kisses up the side of your face until he reaches your ear where he nibbles before speaking to you in a strained, low tone.

“You’re a very dangerous woman, (y/n).”

He must have felt you shudder because you could feel him smile against your cheek. Standing up straight again, Kakashi’s hands drop to the tie of your robe around your waist.

“May I?” he asks, giving you the sexiest look you’ve ever seen. Kakashi has been so effortlessly attractive since you met when you were young. Having these intimate moments with him almost seems surreal.

“Of course, Hatake,” you smile up at him.

Taking the tie in his hands, he starts to unravel the knot keeping your robe together. Once loose, he lets it fall over your shoulders and off your body completely.

After a few moments taking in the sight of you, Kakashi lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head.

“You’re so out of my league,” he confesses to you.

You let out a small giggle.

“Absolutely not,” you protest.

Without missing a beat, Kakashi grabs on to you and tosses you back on the bed so you are laying down underneath him. One of his hands wraps around the back of your head while the other cups your breast. Pulling the fabric of your bra down, he kneads your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. One of his knees lands in between your legs and he brings it up to press on to you. You can’t help the moan that escapes as you feel him all around you.

“So what’s the deal?” Kakashi teases. “I leave you alone in the house for one day and I come back to this?” He looks down at your body and back up again. “Where did you get this outfit, hm?”

“Oh baby,” you start teasing him back, “I guess one thing you don’t know about me yet is that I wear lingerie like this all the time.”

“Oh really?” he questions.

“Yep, all the time.” You smirk at what you’re about to say next. “Actually, remember that one time we were stationed together in the Earth country for a month for that S-rank assassination mission?”

Kakashi nods, confused where you’re going with this story.

“We let our guards down and almost hooked up the last night before we came back to the village.”

“I remember.”

“Well,” you pause for effect, “guess what I was wearing underneath my uniform that night?”

Kakashi remains silent, brows furrowed waiting for you. You smile at him deviously as you say your answer.

“This.”

Kakashi lets out what can only be described as an aroused, defeated groan when you utter your confession. He quickly comes back down and your mouths crash together in a heated frenzy. It isn’t until now when you realize that his bulge is hard against your leg, asking to be broken free from the confinement of his pants. While making out, you reach down and slip your hand under his waistband and grab onto his throbbing cock, stroking it in your hand. Although rock hard, the skin of his cock is soft and velvety.

Kakashi moans in your mouth when you make contact with him, but quickly escapes your grasp and gets up off of you. Sprawled out on the bed, you watch him strip down naked in front of you, starting with his shirt, then his pants and briefs. His body is truly something to marvel at, as decades of being a ninja have carved his body into perfection. You love the way his member slaps against his lower stomach when he pulls it from its confinement, excited and eager for you. He stands for a moment, contemplating what to do with you.

“I don’t want to take that pretty outfit off of you just yet. I guess I’ll just have to work around it for now,” Kakashi says as he stands at the end of the bed. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you towards him and bends your legs upward until your knees meet your chest. Holding both of your legs up with one hand, he takes the other and spanks your ass cheek with a loud slap. You whimper from the sting while he rubs the mark he left. Kakashi sucks in another loud breath.

“Ugh, (y/n), you look so good for me.”

Before you can respond, Kakashi takes your thong and slides it over so you are exposed to him. Getting down on his knees, he brings his face to your glistening cunt and flattens his tongue against it. There he gives you one long lick up your slit to taste you. A moan erupts from him as your wetness meets his taste buds.

“You’re already so wet for me baby,” Kakashi breathes before going in to suck on you.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you confess through your moans. “I only get this wet for you.”

“That’s because you're mine and mine only.”

Kakashi takes his time with you, almost as if this is his last meal on earth and he wants to savor it. He’s delicate in some moments and fierce in others. Incorporating his fingers, he slides them into you and curves them up to hit your g-spot repeatedly while eating you. Your hand instinctively cradles his face while the other intertwines with his silver locks. You start to feel tightness in your lower stomach as he brings you close to climax. The sound of his moans muffled inside you is enough to send you over the edge.

“Kakashi, baby, I’m gonna-”

“Come for me, baby,” Kakashi nods, giving you permission to let go.

Letting go of Kakashi, you grip onto the sheets around you, feeling the tightness build and drop out of you. Closing your eyes, the waves of ecstasy ripple throughout your body causing you to scream out in pleasure. Riding with you, Kakashi slowly continues to work you through your climax, cleaning up whatever juices spill over.

“Good girl,” He says to you while bringing your legs back down onto the bed. Slowly, he kisses up your thighs while hooking onto your thong, bringing it down off of them. While he does this, you reach around and unclasp your bra, throwing it aside. Once the thong is thrown aside as well, Kakashi lifts himself off the floor and flips you over so you're laying on your stomach, another smack landing on your ass cheek. The high from your orgasm is immediately replaced with anticipation for what he plans on doing to you next.

You feel Kakashi’s naked body slide on top of you until he's flush against your skin, his body completely enveloping yours. Once his face is level with yours, and his cock is hard against your backside, he brushes your hair away from your face.

“Are you ready for me?” Kakashi whispers into your ear.

You nod into the mattress, chest rising and falling with every strained breath.

“You need to use your words, (y/n),” Kakashi scolds you while tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I need you, Kakashi. Please, I need you.” Your words come out as a plea, not being able to take his absence any longer.

You feel Kakashi’s weight lift off of you as he reaches around your waist and lifts it up so your ass is tilted upwards. From there you can feel him position his tip at your entrance, slowly rubbing it up and down to spread your wetness.

“Please, Kashi, I need your cock inside me,” you beg.

Without further hesitation, you feel every inch of him slide into your folds until he’s bottomed out inside you. The feeling of him deep within you sends you into euphoria and you can feel yourself tighten around him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Kakashi whispers.

Starting off slow, he pumps into you with control. You feel pleasure and pain as Kakashi kisses your neck while grabbing onto your hair. After each thrust you feel him going faster and harder, your bodies smacking against each other. To gain more leverage, he lifts off of you and brings you up onto your hands and knees. With his hand gripping your shoulder, he pumps into you with ferocity.

“For years I’ve touched myself thinking about getting to fuck you like this baby. You’re so beautiful and so good to me. Everything about your body draws me to you,” Kakashi says in between moans. You feel him start to twitch inside you, his thrusts getting more out of control. You look over your shoulder and meet his gaze.

“We deserve this baby. You deserve this. Give me everything.” You both know your words mean more than just sex, and Kakashi relishes them.

Lifting you up by your neck, Kakashi brings you toward him so you're both kneeling while he continues thrusting inside of you. He brings one hand around your front to circle your clit and the other cups your breast. Your hands lift up behind you to grab onto his face. Turning your head to him, you kiss him with every ounce of passion you have left. This new position is hitting you at your core and you can feel yourself tighten again. Kakashi must have felt it too, as he broke free from your mouth to tilt his head back in pleasure. Without exchanging words, you know you both are at your limit.

With a few last staggering thrusts, both of you reach climax in unison. Feeling yourself go limp, Kakashi wraps his arms around you to keep you steady. You feel streams of his hot semen pool inside of your contracting walls. With Kakashi’s moans singing in your ear, you can’t help but smirk at his vulnerability. With him still inside, you hold onto each other, trying to catch your breaths. After a few beats, you both begin to laugh at your exasperated states.

“Stay here, I’m going to get a towel,” Kakashi says while shifting out of you. After pulling a towel from the cupboard in your bathroom, Kakashi brings it to you and cleans up between your legs. Before you have time to move, Kakashi picks you up bridal style and spins you around in his arms.

You scream and start to laugh as he plants kisses all over your face. “Kakashi!”

“Hm?” he hums in your ear, pretending he didn’t just lift you with little to no effort.

Holding you up with one arm, he grabs a blanket off the bed and carries you to the chair in the corner of your room. There he sits down and places you sideways on his lap so you’re facing each other. He then takes the blanket and wraps it around you both so you can stay warm while cuddling each other. Kakashi has always had a knack for knowing exactly what you want at any given moment.

“I thought we could get some inspiration for our next round,” Kakashi says with a smirk as he pulls out a copy of Icha Icha Tactics from underneath the cushion.

“What? How did that get there?” you laugh.

“Oh, I have multiple copies of these everywhere,” he jokes, waving the book in the air.

You laugh and lightly hit his chest. Tucking the blanket up closer to your face, you lay your head down on Kakashi’s shoulder while he flips open to a page in the book.

Before he starts to read to you, Kakashi lifts your chin to kiss you. Every time your lips touch his, flashes of your joint past enters your mind. Although it was hard, and you faced many difficult trials on the way, you are forever thankful that you were both able to live long enough to experience these moments. You took care of each other, lifted each other up when they were in the dirt, and now you can finally share the love you’ve always held for each other. You wouldn’t change any of it. After your kiss, before pulling away from you, Kakashi looks deep into your eyes.

“I love you, (y/n).”

You smile up at him, tears brimming in your eyes.

“I love you too, Kakashi. Forever.”

A/n cont.: Well, whattdaya think? :)

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One Last Night In Madripoor (An 18+ Helmut Zemo/Reader Oneshot)

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Tags: Smut, SoftDom!Zemo, Hook Up, Semi-Public Sex, Drinking, Safe Sex, Explicit Consent, First Meeting, Wall Sex, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Swearing, Explicit Sexual Content

Word Count: 4200~

This fic has been crossposted under the same title to my AO3!

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Madripoor was a place like nothing you had ever seen.

It wasn’t that the sights were anything special. You could find seedy criminal underbellies lined with neon where the streets ran red with blood anywhere if you looked hard enough. Even the ocean view didn’t do much to set it apart from any other place visually. No, Madripoor’s scenery and architecture weren’t what kept your eyes wide with wonder whenever you found yourself wandering through the winding back-alleys without a purpose. It was the people that kept you around.

Thieves, pirates, and miscreants had been taking shelter at the docks since before anyone there could remember. It was a city borne of the underbelly of society, the people nobody sees, but you saw them. You saw them every day when you stood in the main market waiting for an easy bounty. There were faces everywhere; big and small, tall and short, scarred and flawless. No two people in the streets of Madripoor were ever exactly alike. If you needed to remember someone, their unique face was right there waiting in your mind.

After living on the island for almost 6 months, most people were already cataloged neatly in your mind as friend or foe. This man, though, he was new. He was different.

The night was still young. There was some trouble at the Princess Bar that ended with Selby dead and a few murderers loose in the streets with a price on their heads, but you steered clear. Going after the killers meant going up against hundreds if not thousands of trained bounty hunters and assassins and no amount of money was worth dying over now, not while you were so close to freedom. Instead of chasing your doom, you decided to head to your room, get dressed up, and head out to wherever the music was loudest in search of a place to forget about your problems for the night. The thudding sounds of poorly DJ-ed club remixes led you to Leonardo’s Place. That’s where you found him.

You were two drinks in and sticking close to the wall when he stumbled into your line of sight. What initially caught your eye was his dancing. He couldn’t move for shit. What kept your attention, though, was his face.

There was transience to him, like at any moment someone could bump into him and he would disappear without a trace at their touch. Despite that he was gaudy. Everything about his clothing screamed wealth and fine taste from the thread count of his obnoxious purple turtleneck to the shine on his boots. He was strange, a walking contradiction, and one who had never had the pleasure of gracing your presence or screwing you over in the past. In the simplest of terms, he intrigued you. With nothing left to lose you downed the last of your cocktail and made your way to the gap in the crowd where the stranger had staked his claim. It was game time.

“You come here alone?” You asked. Your voice was barely a whisper above the heavy thrumming of the music.

He gave you a long look up and down before answering as if he were trying to size you up. Something about having his gaze linger on your body made your heartbeat soar. “I’m not looking for company,” His accented tone was gruff but left a sliver of room for reconsideration. You took the chance. What could go wrong?

With as much tact and grace as you could muster you let yourself slip a little closer to him. “What, do I look too expensive for you?” you teased, before backing off with a grin, “Thanks for the compliment, but I’m not here for that. My job is a little more… dangerous.” As you danced, the hem of your dress rode up your thigh just enough to reveal the knife holster in your garter belt. It pleased you greatly to see this handsome stranger do a double-take; that meant he was looking at your upper thigh in the first place. “I just liked what I saw in you… do you like what you see in me?”

Somehow, your little joke had endeared him to you, however minutely. Instead of brushing you off the man paused his jerky dancing for a moment to really take you in. Then, he caved. “Would you like a drink?” He asked.

You smirked. “Who would I be if I turned down a free drink from a handsome stranger,”

He met you in the middle as he offered you his hand. “I never promised it would be free,”

So, the two of you found yourselves at the bar, bodies leaned into each other and away from the rest of the sweltering crowd as the bartender slid you your order. The stranger was drinking a brandy straight while you opted for a sidecar. It was enough alcohol that you were starting to feel pretty buzzed, but you still felt in full control of yourself. You took a long sip before speaking. “So, what should I call you?”

It took him a moment to respond but once he did, he seemed sure of himself. “You can call me Helmut, but Baron is fine as well,”

You cocked up an eyebrow. “Is that a nickname?”

“More of a title,”

He took a drink as you gawked. “Like royalty?”

“Not like. I am,”

Your cheeks flushed. The rational part of your mind was so stunned by the ease with which Helmut lied that it seemed to short circuit completely, leaving you very puzzled and more than a little intrigued. “Well, pardon me, Mr. Baron. What’s royalty like you doing in a place like this?”

“There are plenty of reasons a man like me would have business here. A woman as beautiful as you, though… not so much,” he waved his hand in loose gestures as he spoke, “Why risk your life and beauty for this? A life living in the underground where you cannot so much as dream of seeing the stars?”

You finished your drink in one large swig. It burned down your throat but you relished in the pain. “Not all of us are lucky enough to be born in a place where we can see the stars. Funny enough, though, I’m just about to get out,”

“Is that right?”

“I finally saved up enough money from small jobs to buy my way out from under the Power Broker’s thumb,” Something about the way Helmut smiled at you made you feel safe. It was like you could tell him your worst, darkest secrets and not feel an ounce of fear or guilt. “I’m nothing special here, a small-time bounty hunter, and I kept it that way for a reason. I’m not valuable and I don’t know much. If I just pay my dues and keep the money coming until I can get their claws out of my back, I should be free to leave with a freighter tomorrow morning,”

Helmut was quick to respond. “Ah, travel by freighter. It’s terribly dangerous to be a stowaway, you know? Impossible to predict quite what the seas will be like,”

“Well, that’s just a risk I’ll have to take to get out of here and stop… what was it that you said I was doing? Risking my life and beauty?”

The two of you chuckled as Helmut took one last drink to empty his glass. Then, the conversation stilled. Around you people were alive, gyrating to the music as their pulses thumped to the beat, but it was like they weren’t even there. Instead, your whole being was focused on the strange man in front of you who had stolen away your sensibilities with his cool tone and thick accent. He made you feel alive. No, more than alive. Every color was brighter, every sound was sharper, every sip of your drink was crisper. He was a once-in-a-lifetime man, and this was a once-in-a-lifetime night. Oh, to hell with it!

“I like you, Baron,” you purred, pressing yourself close to him. His breath hitched the moment you touched him. He acted as if it had been a very long time since he was last touched like that. “And I think you like me too. In fact, I think you like me enough that we should take this conversation somewhere a little more private. What do you say?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, his gloved hand made its way around your wrist, and in a moment’s time, he was pulling you across the crowded dance floor towards a small, secluded hallway. You assumed that meant yes.

The instant you made it to the shelter of the shadows Helmut was on you like a man starved. One of his hands was quick to explore the skin just above the hem of your dress as the other pressed against the wall, caging you in and holding you as a more than willing hostage to his affections. He didn’t kiss your face, and you weren’t complaining about that, but he did put his mouth to good use sucking a dark bruise into your collarbone. His ministrations only stopped when a high, keening sound escaped your lips.

“You like that, don’t you, meine kleine schlampe?” he growled through gritted teeth. Something about his tone turned your already weak legs to jelly. The second you went limp in his grip, though, he pulled back. Straightening himself out, he offered you a steadying arm. You took it without hesitation. “I’m terribly sorry to be so rude. I assure you that I am not usually the type of man to hook up with someone on a whim, I’ve simply been… indisposed for many years and haven’t had many opportunities for pleasure, especially not with a woman as beautiful as you,”

His compliment was enough to have you blushing like a schoolgirl. You had killed more people than you could reasonably count, and probably fucked even more, but something about the way Helmut looked and sounded and acted made you feel almost innocent to his advances. He was a drug and you needed to get your fix before he disappeared forever.

“Does that mean you think I’m special?” You asked, all doe eyes with an innocent smile. Helmut ate it right up.

“Yes, schatzi. Very special,”

You hitched a leg up, letting your heel dig into his expensive dress pants and drag him closer to you once again. “First your little slut and now your little treasure? Which one is it, Helmut?”

“And so smart,”

“Move, Baron!”

At your insistence, Helmut was on you once again, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down your neck as he fiddled with his gloves, yanking them off and shoving them in his back pocket before he continued. “So demanding,” he chided, and yet he continued to lavish you with affection, his hand climbing higher and higher up your thigh. Your back was pressed flush to the wall now, and you were painfully aware of just how warm Helmut was. He smelled like a rich man’s cologne and yet his skin tasted of cheap soap when you leaned in to give him a bruise of his own.

“You love it,” you replied. He let out a husky laugh.

“I suppose I do,” he chuckled, and then his fingers brushed over your core. Your knees buckled. Helmut kept you upright with his body as he continued to taunt you through your underwear, but he seemed more confident now, almost cocky. “My needy schatzi, have you no patience?”

Your response was breathless; a confession.

“Not with you,”

Something about your words lit a fire in Helmut’s eyes. In an instant he had your leg hiked up while he ground his hardened length against your clothed wetness. Your mind went blank. He felt big. A mindless whimper fell from your lips.

“How do you want me?” Helmut asked. As he spoke he ran a light finger down your elevated thigh. You offered up another whimper. “I’ll need you to use your words and tell me what you want or I can’t give it to you,” His tone had you wet enough that you worried you were dripping.

With a gulp, you managed to fumble out the words. “I’ll blow you first if you promise to fuck me,”

That had him grinning like a wolf. “Perhaps you are my little schlampe, so eager to get down on your knees for me…” And you were. Even on shaky legs, you found yourself happily falling to your knees as the Baron fumbled with his fly. It was only then that you found yourself gazing down the hall towards the cacophony of lights and sounds and people maybe 20 feet away from your hiding place in the shadows. As if he could sense your discomfort, Helmut paused. “Are you alright?”

You nodded quickly. “I just forgot we were out in the open for a second,”

“Do you want to stop? If the location is the problem, I would gladly pause so we can find a new hideaway,” he stopped short, looking down and meeting your heavily lidded gaze, “or perhaps the idea of putting on a show excites you?” Your heart jumped out of your chest. Helmut noticed. “Well, if my little schlampe is so keen on putting on a show, she should get a move on,”

That was your cue to get to work. In a swift motion, you finished unzipping his fly and shifted his boxers, letting his lovely cock spring free. It was a pleasant penis and far as they went, average in length but thick with a leaking purple tip at half-mast. Just looking at it made you clamp your legs together.

Slowly, you gave a tentative lick up the underside of his length. He felt heavy on your tongue in the best of ways. Helmut jerked upward, a man possessed. You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s been a long time, huh?”

“Less talking, more working little schlam-” you cut Helmut off quickly by taking most of his length into his mouth. That seemed to shut him up. His wolf-like grin had dissolved into a slack-jawed mess the second you started to suck him off. Oh, this was going to be fun.

For the most part, the Baron let you set the pace, bobbing your head and taking as much of his length as you comfortably could, but after a short while his hands were buried in your hair as he fought the urge to buck into your throat, hard. With a particularly rough snap of his hips, Helmut pulled away.

“You are an angel from heaven, schatzi,” he groaned, pulling himself slowly from your mouth as you got your first good deep breath in a while, “but a deal is a deal, and it wouldn’t be quite fair if I got to have all the fun, now would it?” Your breath hitched in your throat. Finally time for the main event.

Helmut was surprisingly gentle with you as he offered you a hand and helped you back up, only pausing to wipe a line of dribble off your chin with his thumb. With anyone else, it would have felt wholly humiliating but with Helmut… well, it did things to you you would rather not admit. You quirked up an eyebrow, though, when he got on his knees in turn, mirroring your past position. “What are you doing, Baron?”

“I simply assumed my sweet schatzi would enjoy a reward for taking my cock so well,” his words had you biting your lip as your cheeks flushed, “now be a good girl and take what I give you. I want to hear those pretty noises you made earlier,” With that, his face disappeared under your skirt. He pulled down your panties and… snickered?

“What now?” you groaned, squirming as his hot breath hit your exposed nub.

“You’re sopping wet,” he replied. Out of habit, you moved to shut your legs but found Helmut’s large hand was holding them open. “I do enjoy being sandwiched between your thighs, but you shouldn’t hide yourself from me. Take your pleasure. You’ve earned it,” That was when he began his assault on your folds.

You had been with plenty of partners over the years, all with varying proficiencies when it came to giving pleasure, but no one had ever made you feel quite as good as Helmut did while you gripped his hair and rode his face with reckless abandon. He always hit just the right spot, alternating between sucking on your sensitive clit and running his rough tongue in sloppy circles against it. In no time flat your pleasure was building toward’s its peak as your knees trembled.

“Helmut,” you squeaked, “Helmut I’m gonna cuuuUUOH!”

You were suddenly thrown over the edge of pleasure as the Baron worked you open with his fingers, pressing that spot inside of you just right. It was a revelation. Nothing would ever compare to him and you hadn’t even fucked yet. Once you had regained some semblance of stability he emerged from his place between your thighs, face slick with your juices, wearing the expression of a cat that got the cream.

“You make such lovely sounds for me, schatzi,” Helmut groaned, rising from his place at your feet and reaching into his pocket. While he fumbled for a condom you took the time to actually remove your panties, lifting one shaky leg at a time before balling them up and tossing them on the ground. You could grab them later. Or not! In all honesty, your ruined undies were the last thing on your mind as your watched Helmut roll the condom onto his proud cock, pumping himself a few times. “Now, are you sure you want this?”

You had never felt more sober in your whole life despite the drinks you’d downed earlier.

“God, yes,”

“Wonderful,”

He caged you into his body once again, lining himself up on your slick folds, and then with a pronounced bite against your collarbone, he was entering you. It wasn’t painful or uncomfortable, you just felt full, like a missing piece of your body had been completed. For the first few thrusts, you were too blissed out to really take note of anything around you, but once you tuned back into the world of the living you realized Helmut was talking. Well, babbling was more like it. He seemed to simply be speaking his stream of consciousness into your ear as he pistoned in and out of you like a madman. There was a jilted rhythm to it, but the abnormality kept you on your toes.

“I won’t be letting you go any time soon, schatzi, and definitely not on some dank freighter like a rat from the gutters. No, you will travel with me. Once I help my friends and slip away from the front lines I can take you anywhere your little heart desires. Paris, Vienna, Australia… Mein Gott, what a sweet cunt,”

Any sane woman, after hearing his sex-drunken musings, would have run. They would have heard the wild ramblings of a madman and left after their little fling was done to never see him again. It was only rational. He didn’t even know your real name. Sane women didn’t run away with strangers claiming to be barons they hooked up with in a seedy club selling stolen Van Goghs in a hub of the criminal underworld.

The only thing was, though, that you weren’t a sane woman.

You were a killer, a child left in the streets to live or die who had scraped themselves together and dragged themselves towards life. So what if the idea of some rich mysterious benefactor with a good dick coming in to save the day sounded fantastic? It was fantastic. Like your own personal version of Pretty Woman. Even if he wasn’t as rich as he claimed to be, being poor and getting dicked down by him was better than being poor and alone.

For just a moment, and with no regrets, you let yourself get lost in the fantasy and just let go.

It was as if Helmut could sense a difference.

“Are you close, little schlampe?” He gasped, letting his thrusts take on a faster staccato rhythm.

You could do little more than moan and nod as he pounded you into the wall. That seemed to be enough for him to get the message, though.

“What a good girl,” he purred. His mouth was so close to your ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive flesh with each heaving breath he took. As he chased his own climax, he brought a hand between your bodies and rubbed tight, wet circles around your clit. It was already sensitive, your body was only barely recovering from your first orgasm, and yet something about the overstimulation was thrilling, like racing towards an impossible dream. With a shout, you came for the second time, melting into Baron Helmut’s arms as he quickly followed.

The two of you stayed there, slumped against the cool wall and still connected by your dripping sexes, for a few moments, breathing heavy. Surprisingly, you were the first to speak.

“Wow,” you breathed, letting a soft laugh escape your lips.

Helmut returned the sentiment. “You were wonderful,” In a strange moment of intimacy, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, but then he pulled out, tying off the full condom and tossing it to the ground as he tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped up his fly.

“Are you just gonna leave that there?” you made a gesture towards his litter.

“They have janitors,”

A burbling laugh escaped from your lips. “That they do,”

Back in the main room of the party, the crowd had only grown larger as the night progressed. Nobody had seen you, nor had they noticed your cries as they danced and drank and made merry under the neon lights. You were, for all intents and purposes, invisible at Helmut’s side. Within and without. There was something exhilarating about knowing he was the only one that truly saw you in a room packed with hundreds. It was like something out of a twisted fairytale.

“So…” you broached the subject gently while you pulled down your dress to protect your modesty, “Did you mean what you said back there about Paris and Vienna, or…”

“Oh, you heard that?”

You snickered. “It was pretty hard not to with you breathing in my ear,”

“I apologize,” he leaned against the wall beside you, shoulder to shoulder in the darkness, “but yes, I meant what I said. I-”

Suddenly, from down the hall, a booming voice interrupted your moment.

“There you are!”

“Goddamnit, Zemo, I thought we told you to stay low not hire an escort,”

There, at the mouth of the hallway, stood two massive men. They were obviously displeased, and though their faces were obscured by the lights you could tell you weren’t the one they were after.

They called him Zemo… where had you heard that name before?

Helmut stepped away from the wall with a shrug. “At least I didn’t cause a scene by forgetting to put my phone on silent,”

The larger of the two men stayed where he was, while the other walked to meet the Baron in the middle.

“I swear to God, man, you’ve gotten ten times more insufferable since I learned you were rich.

The Baron shrugged. “It comes with the territory,”

“But you don’t have to be such a jackass about it,”

You felt it was a good time to chime in.

“Thank you so much for that, Helmut, but I think I should give you guys some privacy,” you said, straightening out your dress and walking deeper into the hallway. There had to be an exit somewhere…

“Wait!” When you turned, you found Helmut rushing to meet you. The men in the background looked shocked and almost smug. “Save your money. Meet me out at the airstrip tomorrow afternoon if you feel like seeing me again. If not, know that the Power Broker doesn’t let go of assets cheap, and you just slept with a man with a million dollar bounty, so buying your freedom isn’t an option. If you want to go without me, you’ll have to hitch a ride on a cargo ship but not as a stowaway. Working for your keep is the best way to stay under the radar. Nobody can touch you once you’r-”

You cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips. “I’ll see you at your private jet, Baron,”

He smirked. “So you will,” With as much gusto as a man could muster, he returned to his companions but not before offering one last goodbye. “Farewell, schatzi, until tomorrow,”

As you leaned up against the wall once more, you watched them go with a twinkle in your eye.

“Who was that?”

“None of your business, James,”

“Guys, what the hell did I just step on?”

“I believe that was my used rubber,”

“ZEMO!”

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ENHYPEN Mini Series

E N H Y P E N as a Mafia Boss (teaser)

pairing: enhypen x reader

summary: seven mafia boss found their love interest that they will protect with their own lives. “i fear nothing but losing you.”

warning: contains violence, guns, murder, obsessive love, manipulation, illegal stuff & mafias.

a/n: I just want to remind everyone that will encounter this blog, that this is all fictional, none of this reflect to any of enhypen members. The way I write their personalities here is based on the concept of a bad boy and purely from my imaginations.

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Yang Jungwon

— yang jungwon was the most powerful mafia boss in your town. people, gangs, police and even the government fears him. he was your boyfriend. it was cool and almost everyone in the town treats you like a queen.

— not until... “let’s break up! i cannot take this anymore.” you dramatically told him. jungwon rolled his eyes as he heard those familiar lines of you. it was almost the same scene you pull every time things doesn’t go on your way or he goes against you. since you are the biggest brat he met in his life, he knew very well you mean none of the things you said.

— “the boss said you should wait for him in your room, ma’am.” one of his body guards stopped you from entering the meeting hall. your brows furrowed as you glared at him but still, he refused to let you through.

— just then, you realized jungwon ain’t taking your words seriously anymore. so that night, you planned out a very brilliant plan to escape from the mansion, his mansion. it didn’t became easy but it was worth it, you felt like finally, you are deciding for yourself without him stopping you.

— you then started your pretty little adventure at the town. since they still thought you are yang jungwon’s girl, nobody dares to mess with you. it was a perfect opportunity for you to take your time to pull yourself together.

— on the other hand, jungwon loses his mind the moment he knew you ran away. the thought of you roaming around the town all by yourself made him crazy mad. “search the whole town for her...” he muttered seriously as he starred down over to your necklace that you left at your shared room. “now!” he clenched his jaw.

— your freedom didn’t last long as the news of your break up with the great mafia boss spread across the whole town and suddenly everyone you mistreated were coming right after you.

— you spit out blood after the person in front of you hit you hard at your face. you smirked, despite the cut at your lips you aren’t afraid of him at all. you know him, he’s one of those losers who’s scared of jungwon and now that they learned about the break up, they went to burst their anger at you.

— a gun was pointed straight at your forehead and you were still smirking, you never fear gun. being a mafia boss’ girlfriend made you lose your fear from it. even before you knew it, the guy pointing the gun at you was shot dead and the familiar men of yang jungwon invaded the whole places.

— “you’re seriously gonna be the death of me, y/n.” you heard him muttered angrily in front of you. with a seductive smirk, you faced him, “i would love to see it with my two eyes.” and you winked at him before rolling your eyes.

Lee Heeseung

— living a life where money is never an issue, people fear you, and you have power over other people seems ideal for other people. being the only girl mafia boss, lee heeseung, have ever loved was the title every girl would die for. lucky for you, you have the notorious mafia boss wrapped around your fingers.

— you thought you’re used to this kind of life but years later, some things changed and realizations dawned unto you.

— “what happened to you? are you okay?” you asked, as you approach him carefully with worry in your eyes. he came inside your shared bedroom, holding his black coat and his white polo stained with so much blood. it had made your heart fell out of fear.

— heeseung smirked as he walked towards your bathroom, you followed him and you saw him washing off the blood at his hands. you sighed and slowly walk closer and made him face you so you can help him unbutton his polo.

— “aren’t you tired of this kind of living?” you asked him so sudden. he was starring at you before you asked that question. admiring and telling himself silently inside his mind how lucky he is to come home to you every night like this.

— “what do you mean?” he asked and raised his hand to brush away some of your hair. you gulped and inhaled heavily before you lift your gaze up at his. “this... guns, killings.” you said. heeseung rolled his eyes and stepped away from you to face the sink once again.

— you clenched your fist and pursed your lips, “i can’t keep living like this, heeseung.” you tried arguing once again. he shut his eyes and sighed heavily to calm himself. “are you saying you’ll leave me? because you know what it’ll cost you, right?” his eyes were darkly starring at you.

— “i’m saying if you plan to be with me for a very long time, get married, have kids and build our own family, you have to stop this.” you said seriously. he clenched his jaw as he balled his fist that was resting at the sink, his eyes were looking at you through the mirror.

— “you know its impossible for me to get out now. once you’re in- that’s it. you won’t get out.” he mumbled, angry. “i want a normal life. where i don’t have to be accompanied by many men, where i won’t always worry at the corner of our room during nights whenever you ain’t home yet.” a tear left your eye as you look straight at him.

— “you have to choose between me or this type of living, heeseung.” you said and turned your back at him. you ignored his groaning tone as he called over to your name over and over.

Park Jay

— you grew up without even meeting both of your parents. it was said that they died because of a dreadful accident and so your uncle, the brother of your father, was left to take care of you.

— it was okay, despite the shortness of financial sometimes, you have nothing else you worry about. not until your uncle was chased by this group of men because of his debt. his own life was in line and so he had no other choice but to sell you as his payment.

— that’s how you end up in the mansion of the family of Nam. its horrible and inhumane, the things they do for a living, but its not like you can do anything about it. you are now one of Mr. Nam’s so called properties.

— he had many business partners, all of them mostly were leader of gangs and other mafia bosses like him. he often takes you at the meeting like a date. he was nice but a bit too old for your liking, you guess he’s more than ten years older than you. good looking, but way older.

— one time, he held a big meeting at his mansion, inviting every mafia family near the town that he knew. you are spending your time inside your room, alone. since its mostly men, Mr. Nam had told you to stay inside instead.

— “what are you doing here?” you asked, a bit surprised when someone entered your room. he’s wearing this black suit that made him look even hotter. his hair was pushed back showing off some of his forehead, he looked so good.

— he smirked, “oh sorry, i was actually looking for the bathroom.” he said obviously lying as one of his hands were inside his pocket, the other one was holding a wine glass. you sighed, trying to calm yourself.

— “you shouldn’t be here, Mr. Park.” you mumbled. you knew him. the oh so notorious Park Jay. a young mafia boss from a couple of towns away from yours. his name is pretty popular as he was a playboy. you’ve also met him a couple of times and he’s nothing but trouble.

— “yeah? and who would stop me?” he asked in a playful tone as he slowly settled the glass of wine at your side table. he walked closer to you in a slow pace, causing for you to be breathless.

— “he w-will kill you.” you said and was about to try and get away but it was too late. he got you locked by one of his arms as he pulled your body close to him, he smirked, eyes fixed at yours. “or it can be the other way around, baby.” he whispered in front of your lips before he leaned closer for a passionate kiss.

Jake Sim

— love is something you take seriously and when you fall in love with someone, you pour everything you have. you’ll do everything for that person and so your world fell apart when your boyfriend for three years betrayed you.

— “how can you do this to me, (name)? i helped you build your company! i gave everything to you!” your voice trembled in pain. you have no idea what you would do if you lose him and the business. but what he did was also unforgiving.

— “its not my fault, y/n.” he said smugly before shrugging off his shoulders. you had followed him to his business trip thinking you can surprise him for your anniversary only to find out he was cheating on you.

— “give me all my money back.” you demanded although you know its impossible because he made you sign papers that you willingly gave him that money. it was a stupid action, you know that now.

— “too late, y/n.” he mumbled with a smirk. a tear fell from your eyes as he stood up and put both of his hands inside his pocket. “don’t you get it? you are left with nothing without me.” he said. and the next thing you know, your bestfriend walked inside, a smirk was also plastered over her lips as she slowly cling her arms over your ex-boyfriend’s arms. “you ready to go, hon?” she seductively ask and you realized they had both betrayed you.

— on your flight on the way back home, you were very scared because this time, you had no one beside you. when the plane was about to take off, you felt your hands tremble in fear. “u-uhm, excuse me?” without hesitation, you had called the attention of the person seating next you. he looked at you with a blank expression.

— “d-do you mind if i hold unto your hand as we take off? its j-just i’m scared of planes and—” he quickly held to your hands silently. his hands were warm and very comforting making you feel like crying. that day was just too much for you.

— you thanked him after it and thought to yourself that it will be the last time you two will meet each other, not knowing that’s only the start of the new chapter of your life.

— “tell me what you want me to do to them, love. anything, just name it.” jake whispered as he stood behind you mightily, hands resting at both of your hips. he leaned down and dropped a warm kiss at your exposed shoulders. you pursed your lips, “i want them left with nothing but scraps.” you said as a tear left your eye.

— “as you wish.” and he dropped a swift kiss at your cheeks before you turn around to embrace him tightly. you used to be weak not until you had found him, jake sim, your new found love that you swear to fight for no matter what.

Park Sunghoon

— you are a normal girl living a normal life. beautiful, have a nice job, and a sweet loving boyfriend. it was almost like you can’t ask for anything else anymore. but one night, as you roam around the city alone, trying to get some fresh air, you didn’t know your life will change from that day on.

— “fucking let me go! don’t you know this is kidnapping?” you yelled at the people who suddenly just abducted you the road and took you at this expensive hotel. they were wearing black suits and don’t talk much, like as if they were waiting for someone to command them.

— you heard the door opened and it revealed some ethereal looking guy. his face was blank and it seems like he’s the one in-charge. you were taken aback for a bit because he was very good-looking. “did you hurt her?” he asked. “no, boss.” they answered.

— he nodded and slowly walked closer to you. if he’s good-looking from afar, he’s breath-taking up-close. he looked so handsome and intimidating. those moles all over his face sure add some charms in him. “i’ve been searching the whole world for you, love.” he softly mumbled before he raised his hand to caress your cheeks carefully like as if you’re something so fragile.

— “fifty men, one girl and yet she managed to escape?” he wasn’t shouting but yet its enough for the men around him to be scared. they knew sunghoon is someone who don’t get mad easily but if he get angry, you should run for your life.

— “search for her or else i’ll kill all of you.” he threatened and right away, they moved to go and look for you. he clenched his fist hardly as he calmed himself and to stop himself from killing his men for letting you escape.

— “let me go! i said let me go!” you shrieked as you try get away from his hold from you. sunghoon clenched his jaw and threw you over the bed. he was slowly loosing all his patience for you. “try to escape once again and i won’t hesitate to do something you won’t like.” he threatened you.

— despite the teared stained face, you still didn’t showed any fear. n “you are a sick asshole, do you know that! fucking let me—” you were startled as he held you by your jaw, brows furrowed hardly at you. “you are mine, y/n. you hear me? fucking mine, all mine.” he mumbled at you.

— “i am not yours. never was and never will be.” you bravely said. you saw how his face reflects anger, his eyes turning blank. “let’s see.” he said coldly before harshly letting go of your face and he stood up. “don’t let her out from this room unless she changes her mind.” he ordered.

— “you keep claiming that you’re doing all of these because you love me but this ain’t love!” you yelled at him that made him stop from his tracks. he slowly turned over you and with cold, blank eyes he says, “i’ll love you the way i want.” before he left the room and you crying in desperation for him to let you go.

Kim Sunoo

— your line of family was all assassins and so you grew up to become one as well. you worked hard and now you are one of the most high-paid assassins in your clan. you were hired to spy this one mafia clan. you had no worries since it was like your usual job. it was the family of Kim, their mafia boss, kim sunoo. it was said that he’s known for being ruthless, his soft features almost made you doubt it.

— you successfully entered their line of people. you thought everything’s going smoothly not until you slowly got close to the mafia boss himself. he was a nice person to the people under his power.

— “where are you heading, boss?” you asked him as he dress himself into this white suit. he looked at you through the mirror and smiled a little. “funeral. one of our men’s wife died and so i will go to offer my condolences.” he mumbled. it had you dumbfounded and made you realized how great of a person he truly is.

— the most unexpected happened and that’s for you to develop something deeper for the said mafia boss. it was wrong because he was nothing but your project, but love is not something you can control. if its bound to be felt, it will take over your heart.

— “we have a traitor, boss.” one of sunoo’s men came over to him to report that news. no emotion can be seen over his eyes as he eyed his men. “kill him with no mercy after you know who he works for.” he said.

— “she, boss. its y/n.” he said and you cannot describe the emotion that was plastered over kim sunoo’s face after he heard about it. his mind went blank and he felt his heart grew cold. of all people, why you?

— “shall i still execute the plan?” the men asked him. he knows he should say yes and give no mercy about it. you are y/n and you may mean the world to him but a traitor is a traitor but no, he tried to convince himself that he had spared you because he will need you to kill the person who sent you.

— “i know i’m in no position to ask you for your trust but—” you were interrupted when a gun was pointed straight at your head. sunoo was in front of you, holding the gun with his emotionless eyes. it pains you, how his used to be bright stares turned cold.

— “believe it or not, i love you.” you said ready to face your death. at least you had said what you truly feels for him. he scoffed, “its too late for that don’t you think? your love for me won’t save you.” he said while starring straight to your eyes.

—“yeah, but it’ll save yours.” and you saw something flickered through his eyes after hearing what you said.

Nishimura Riki

— being born in a family of mafia, things were a lot different for you. guns never feared you. it had became part of your daily life to see men die for your family and for your men to kill other people.

— even in the young age you are trained to learn how to fight and hold guns, your father had decided for it thinking you need it since you are next in line to inherit the family clan.

— “you will never win over me,” you smirked at the young ni-ki as he was still at the ground at one of your combat practices. you were ten that time. he’s ni-ki, son of your father’s best friend. you two basically grew up together and both the one next in line. “one day, i will grow strong and be the one to protect you, y/n.” he said as he slowly get up, dusting himself off. you chuckled, didn’t taking his words seriously, “well, a boy can dream.”

— you can say, you and ni-ki was best of friends. you even do that promises typical best friends do, that ‘nobody can ruin our friendship.’ it was back when you two were just children.

— but things started to get complicated when some of the important things in mafia rules was broken by your own father. trust were broken and loyalty became just a word, greed took over him.

— “you’re gonna kill everyone from their clan?” ni-ki asked his father when he heard that what he’s planning to do. “of course. i don’t need traitors like them, son.” his father said seriously. he clenched his jaw and was silent after that.

— “even y/n?” he asked him. “she didn’t know anything about what her father did, father.” ni-ki added. “maybe. but the blood of that person runs through her. we can’t let them live, right?” his father said.

— ni-ki’s eyes were blank as he starred down at your tied up state. you cannot believe he’s the same ni-ki that was together with you back when you were ten. he changed so much. his height, built and even his aura. he’s so much intimidating right now.

— he crouched down so you two will be in the same level, “i’m here to tell you that i will fight for you.” you scoffed at him even if you felt your stomach turns and heartbeats fasten because of what you just heard. “it will be a bloody fight, ni-ki.” you said.

— he sighed, “then bloody it shall be. if it means you’ll be safe and mine, i’m sure it will be worth it.” he was serious. you gulped, “you’re father will go against you.” you said. he starred straight at your eyes, “if pointing a gun at my father’s head is what it’ll cost. i will not hesitate.” he said as he leaned closer to you, “all for you, baby.”

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Golden Sparks

Harry is new to town and signs up his eight-year-old daughter, Josie to the soccer team where he takes an interest in the well-respected Coach Y/N.

Word count: 25,027

A/N: Hello friends! I hope you’ve been well, honestly I had this idea for a while and it wasn’t until I stepped back from another piece and came back this one that it began to flow. im proud of what I wrote and I hope you enjoy. my longest piece to date :) I do hope you all love it.

Warnings: sweet dad harry, slight angst, slight smut

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"You're going to do great."

"I know, dad." Harry's eight-year-old daughter responds.

"Hey, I'm being supportive." Harry shakes Josie's foot, causing her to laugh.

"Thank you, I'm excited. Honest." Josie puts her hand over her heart, making Harry's heart melt.

He hadn't seen his daughter smile this much since they found out about the tryout that was soon to start in fifteen minutes. He felt awful making her move from their home in Georgia, but it was time, and this new opportunity would be good for them. Josie hated to leave her friends but mostly her soccer team with whom she had been with since she started playing at the age of five, but Harry promised he would find her a team, and he did.

The team was different from back home, seeing as it was an all-girl team instead of a mixed team of boys and girls. Not that he minds; he feels this will hopefully allow Josie to branch out and make friends that would not pick on her for playing what they said was "a boy's game." Those parents pissed him off back in Georgia, but he's gone, and he prays this goes well.

"Do you think mom will visit my games more now that we're closer?" Josie's green eyes peer up at him, reminding him that she looks nothing like her mother and is his little clone.

"I hope so. She was excited to hear about the move, remember." Josie nods before glancing at the field where other girls were chatting as they laced up their cleats.

Harry despised his ex-girlfriend, the mother of his child. At the age of nineteen, he became a father, and his ex, three years older than him, didn't want to raise a child to a man who wouldn't marry her. They were together for two months when he called it quits until she came back a month later, calling him an asshole for getting her pregnant. After giving birth to his beautiful girl, she gave him full custody, not wanting to worry about diapers and night cries.

All she worried about was getting her figure back. It wasn't until Josie turned one that she came back and demanded to be part of her life, leading to them going to court and getting to see Josie on the weekends, and it went well because his daughter always came back happy after a visit. When Josie turned five, Claudia moved to California because she fell in love and was going to get married. Claudia didn't care that she was leaving Josie behind. A heartbroken girl not knowing why she couldn't be part of her mother's wedding and why she moved across the country so far from her.

Josie cried for a whole week straight until the ice skates showed up on the front door with a note from Claudia for Josie to chase her dreams. Thus, having Harry sign her up for ice skating classes came to an end in two short weeks when she learned how awful the leotards looked on her.

Josie was then determined to find a sport liking the idea of being active and having the chance to make friends, which led to her seeing soccer on the TV when a commercial of Alex Morgan for Nike came on. She asked question after question until Harry told her okay, and went to call a friend to see where he could find a team for her.

The first team they found was only boys, not wanting to mix, causing both of them to get upset, but a mom took pity on them and told them of the Sunnyville team looking for players. It was perfect; seven girls and eight boys were on the team, and Josie fit in perfectly until she didn't.

At first, Josie wasn't very good; no kid is, but Harry every night took her to their large backyard and practiced with her, and within a few months, she was able to dribble a ball at her feet without looking down constantly. She wasn't the best, but she was improving.

Harry enjoyed every minute he got to help her improve because within the next few years, he saw her go from being timid to push someone away from the ball to beating someone in a sprint.

California was a significant change for Harry and Josie, but this was a big deal for the company, and Josie understood. He was happy he could do something for her now it was her turn to shine and prove why she deserved a spot on the team.

"Now go prove why you're the best, petal." Harry kisses his daughter's forehead, taking her bag over his shoulder.

She takes a step forward before stopping. "Walk with me there, daddy."

Harry's smile softens, "Of course, honey."

They march forward, their steps in sync; Harry can feel eyes on both of them as they pass parents in their chairs, some sitting on blankets spread out on the grass.

There's a woman, dressed in black Nike sweats, some fancy Nike cleats on her feet and a plain maroon tank top and over to cover from the breeze is a windbreaker; the team logo on the left side over her heart and right under is a name he can't quite make out. If Harry's being honest, she took his breath away, she's gorgeous, and she's smiling at him. Harry's sure if he kept looking into her eyes, he would fall in love.

"Hello, I'm Coach Y/N." She greets them with a big smile on their face.

"Hi, I'm Josie, and this is my dad, Harry Styles." Josie steps forward, holding her hand out that the coach is quick to shake.

"Nice to meet you." Harry finally speaks.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Styles. I've got all the paperwork that you submitted, and everything looks good."

"That's great." Harry nods, keeping his eyes on her. "Just Harry is fine, please." She nods, letting him know she heard him.

"Nice accent, you English?" Y/N asks.

"I am, Josie was born there too, but she's lived in the states all her life."

Y/N nods, "No wonder I didn't spot an accent on her." She teases.

"My dad sounds funny, so one of us is okay." Josie jokes at Harry's expense.

"Hey now," Harry pouts, causing both to laugh and his heart to flutter, wanting to make Y/N do it again.

"Now, Josie, how about we introduce you to the girls before we get started."

Josie nods and steps forward to follow Y/N.

Y/N addresses him one last time, "You're welcome to sit by the parents or welcome to stand behind our bench on the sidelines."

"Thank you." Harry watches the walk away, his daughter's bright pink socks standing out around the flash of black, green, and blue. He smiles, knowing he'll have a good eye on her, as will the coach.

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It has been a while since the team had a tryout for the Golden Sparks team. It has not been necessary because most of the young girls are already on the u-9 team.

She had heard the rumor of new people moving into town but wasn't sure, so on a whim, she added them up in places parents were bound to see them; at the grocery store, doctor's office, the school, and the local sports store.

Thanks to the flyers, they got two responses from Mr. Styles and Mrs. Clover, who wanted their girls to join. Mrs. Clover's daughter, Caitlyn, was switching over from a different team, so she knew the girls on the team well. Josie, the daughter of Mr. Styles, would be the only one who needed an introduction as she was new to the town.

After meeting Harry, she was surprised at how handsome and young he was. Most parents here are well over the age of thirty and are married or dating.

She has been coaching for four years now and only started because of her niece Juliet who is part of the team. Y/N's older sister, Clara, had Juliet at 23 a year after her wedding and when Y/N was only 18 and about to start university. It was a good thing she had decided to go to university only three hours away and not across the country as she first thought, or she would have missed so much of her niece's and goddaughter's life.

Y/N had just graduated and knew she would no longer be playing soccer and needed something to do when her sister Naomi approached her and asked her if she could watch over Juliet for the summer so they didn't need to get a babysitter. She was more than happy to accept.

At first, they would paint, color and dance, but they got bored quickly. Y/N wasn't one to spend her time inside, so instead, she decided to take her four-year-old niece to the park with a soccer ball and make the most of it.

At the local park, they both ran around each day, chasing the ball for hours. A week later, Y/N bought Juliet her first pair of cleats, letting her shoot in the nets. As the weeks went by Y/N, saw Juliet improve as well as take direction well. She was a bright young girl, and Y/N knew she was still small, and all she wanted to do was run, but Y/N knew that because Juliet had seen her play, she knew what was right and wrong. There were times when she just ran in circles picking flowers because, after all, she was a four-year-old.

A month into summer, a mom approached her, asking her if she was a coach because she saw her there every day. Y/N laughed it off and told her she was just taking care of her niece. The mom told her it was a shame because her daughter told her it looked like fun. Y/N smiled and said to her that she was welcome to join, and before she knew it, a bunch of little girls came together to kick a ball around.

Only when Y/N had over ten girls showing up every Monday and Wednesday at a designated time did she begin to look at soccer leagues for children, and to her luck, there was one in town, an all-girls league that started from age 4 to age 18. She got the paperwork required for her to be a coach and for the girl's parents to fill out. She pitched the idea, and everyone was aboard.

That is how Golden Sparks was created, and those four-year-olds are now eight. She has watched them grow in front of her eyes. She went through her master's coaching a team. It's just something she does as a hobby, and it's wonderful because she knows how vital her coaches were for her when she was growing up. Now she can do the same.

She loves these girls, which means she had to do trial runs for how well the new girls fit in with the team dynamic. That is why today is an important day for Caitlyn and Josie.

"Ladies, may I please have your attention?" Y/N calls out to all the girls trying to juggle their individual balls as they wait for her.

The girls quickly shuffle over, passing their balls to Kate, who is setting up both nets and getting out the bright pink pinnies that Emilia's parents donated to the team that the girls will be needing.

Josie is standing very close to Y/N, and Caitlyn comes to stand to her other side.

"Now, today's practice is going to be different. We have two guests today. We have Caitlyn, who comes from Ice Angels from across town, and Josie, who comes from Georgia all the way across the country. I hope you will be kind and welcoming because we would be honored to add them to the team."

Juliet raises her hand and smiles, waiting for Y/N to let her speak. "Yes, Miss Juliet," Y/N giggles.

"Can we say something interesting about ourselves when we introduce ourselves?"

"Now, that is a smart idea. I wish I would have thought about it." All the girls smile, waiting for her to share.

"I'll start, I guess." She puts her hand on her hip, exaggerating her thinking face. "My name is Y/N, and I'll be your coach, and something interesting is that I like to paint." She turns to Kate, who is standing there, arms crossed. "You're next."

"I'm Kate, the meaner coach,"

"Kate," Y/N chastise.

"Kidding," Kate laughs, capturing all of the girls' attention. "I'm the assistant coach, and I love making tamales. Next potluck, you'll know how amazing they are."

Kate volunteers Steph, standing next to her, allowing her to share, and before she knows it, all the girls have gone. It's a calm environment, and Y/N is happy she can help these girls be a part of that. There were a total of fourteen girls, sixteen now with the two new girls trying out, meaning they would have even teams of eight, just one more than in an actual game.

Y/N makes two teams by dividing her forwards, midfielders and defenders. Then the scrimmage vest were handed out to the team where the new girls were trying out.

"Four twelve-minutes quarters," Y/N shouts, and in the next second, Kate blows the whistle, and they begin.

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Harry was sweating, his focus was on Josie and how well she was playing, but he also noticed how the coach was whispering to her assistant coach. They were doing a lot of talking, and he did not like it one bit. They had finished two quarters and took a more extended break before the third, where Josie shot him a thumbs up after drinking water. She was too busy talking to a girl to come see him. Harry was happy she no longer felt nervous and was making friends.

He had heard nothing but good things about Golden Sparks and their coaches, but he was nervous about what they thought of his daughter. When they blew that final whistle, Harry let out the breath he was holding. Thankful that Josie would be told her fate on the team.

The coaches rounded them up, and Harry just wanted to rush over there and have them tell him there and then, but no, they were dragging it out for him. Then again, they had more than one player to look after for.

"Golden Sparks!"

It was shouted out by all the girls, and they rushed over to their bags. Josie walked to her bag, handing her pinnie to the assistant coach while Coach Y/N made her way over to another parent. A young girl with a long french braid made her way to the coach, most likely to talk about her fate on the team. Harry moves his gaze away from them when he spots Josie chatting away to a girl about her age, wearing a black top with the team's logo on it. Usually, after practice, she rushes over to Harry, and she slips out of her cleats in the car. It makes him emotional seeing her make friends, something she didn't have many in her previous team.

Before he knows it, the coach talks with Josie and the other young girl before she nods and gets up, swinging her bag over her shoulder. The three of them make their way over to Harry, chatting softly, not allowing him to hear a word.

"Hi, petal. Did well out there." Harry tells his daughter once she's an arm's length away. He frowns when she doesn't rush into his arms to give him a hug.

"Yeah, it was fun. Everyone is so kind." Josie smiles at her father.

"Mr. Styles," Y/N begins, but Harry has to interrupt.

"Harry, please."

"Sure, Harry," she emphasizes. "Josie is a wonderful player."

"I agree."

"But," Harry frowns, knowing this is not going where he would like it to. "Josie tends to hold the ball too much. When given the opportunity to use her left, she takes that extra pass to switch to her right where it causes her to lose momentum and the opening."

"I get it, she's not perfect, but neither are those players out there."

"Dad." Josie gives him a glare to be quiet and listen.

"As I was saying," Coach Y/N, her voice just a bit less friendly. "She has flaws, but we noticed she has lots of speed; she controls the ball really well. She's stellar in the midfield."

Harry shifts his eyes to Josie, who is holding back a smile, and that is when he knows she's in. "We'd love to have her join the team and help her become an even better player."

"That's wonderful, I accept."

"I'm sorry, Harry. I'm glad you think it's a good idea, but it's Josie's choice to make."

"You're right. I'm sorry. Josie, honey." He steps back, a tad embarrassed.

Josie lets out a nervous laugh, "I had fun."

"How long have you played?" Y/N asks Josie.

"Three years now," Josie says, looking at Harry for confirmation and nods.

"The most important question is how you felt playing with everyone?" Y/N knows how important feeling welcomed to a team can mean to someone.

Josie looks up at her, a smile on her face. "Like I belonged."

"Does that mean you're joining?" The young girl standing behind Y/N answers.

"Yes. I would love to join." Josie says, a grin taking over her face.

"Well then, welcome. Practices are 5-7pm. Sometimes we can have a scrimmage with other teams, and it will be an hour before or after just to take that into consideration. Games are on Saturday, but when we have tournaments, they are Saturday and Sunday."

"That's great. I sometimes get out of work late." Harry confesses.

"It's why practices are later because we know parents work. So just shoot us a text the day before or early morning, and either Kate or I can pick them up as well as other parents. We're great with carpooling."

Harry smiles; he likes how organized they are. He has no worries about Josie joining the team. He's happy, and if he's honest, he is kind of glad to see more of Coach Y/N.

"It was great to meet you, and I'll see you on Monday for practice," Y/N tells both Harry and Josie.

As they are going to walk away, the young girl in two dutch braids speaks, "Auntie Y/N truly is the best. She's the reason I play so well." Juliet tells Harry.

Y/N blushes, "Knock it off. Save the sweet-talk for Kate."

"She's your aunt!" Josie explains. "That's so cool."

"Harry, this is Juliet, my niece and the reason this team exists. I introduced her to the sport at age four."

Juliet nods, "Yeah, because she didn't want to rotten my head with television."

This causes all of them to laugh. Harry and Josie walk away with a smile on both their faces.

Yeah, they would fit just right in. It was beginning to feel like home.

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It's been a month since Josie joined the team, and he's never seen her shine as much as she has since she joined the group. It's like she's a whole new little girl, he hates to admit it, but his little girl is growing right in front of his eyes.

They had recently had a team bonding; they headed to Kate's house to swim and do a little bonfire. Parents were allowed to stick around, but almost none did because they want their daughters to feel comfortable hanging out with their friends and be themselves. Also, all the parents trusted Kate and Y/N with their daughters because of the years of friendship.

Harry wanted to stay the first time, a bit fearful she wouldn't like it and also because he wanted to get to know Josie's coach better. He hadn't had many chances to chat her up, always getting a formal greeting and a goodbye. Harry can proudly say he has a crush on coach Y/N, but he wants to have a chance to take her out and maybe take it further.

Josie begged and begged him not to stay, so he just did a quick hello and then left. What did he do in the four hours his daughter was gone, nothing. He was bored without her. Harry began to watch a movie he'd been dying to see, but it was boring. He went to call his best mate, but it went straight to voicemail, then remembered it was date night for Mitch.

He couldn't drink because he wanted to pick Josie up even though he knew she could carpool, but he wanted to hear all about it right away and maybe get one more glance at Y/N because she looked lovely in her pastel pink shirt, black leggings, and a matching scrunchie. His feelings only grew each time he saw her, but he wouldn't dare pursue anything because his daughter adored Y/N, and he wouldn't do anything to wreck that.

It was Monday, and he was driving his daughter to practice. She was on a high because she spent the weekend with her mom. Claudia managed to make her soccer game and then took her home for the week. Everyone got an insight of his ex and how she was not the kindest, but sure did adore her husband by the way she kissed him the majority of that game. Harry did not want to sit next to them, but she wanted to flaunt her relationship in his face to his luck. Not that he cared one bit, he just cared about his daughter's happiness. That she happened to be a part of.

After they won the game, she sprinted over to them after Y/N congratulated them on the win, and they finished shaking the other team's hands. Josie wrapped her arms around Harry, squeezing him tight before hugging her mother, who just patted her back before letting her go congratulating on her goal.

Claudia's interactions with Josie always made Harry upset, but what was he to do? She gave him full custody and only saw her on weekends. It was easy living, but that doesn't mean he had to like it. He wanted his daughter to have a mother figure to guide her and show her the right and wrong to show her what it is like to be strong and resilient, yet Claudia was none of that for his daughter. Sarah, Josie's godmother, did more of that, and Harry was thankful.

Showing up to practice, Harry was embarrassed and hoped Y/N didn't bring up meeting his ex-girlfriend. Josie was quick to introduce them, but thankfully the conversation didn't last long as she was called over by the other team's coach.

"Can you drive any slower?" Josie pouted, looking out the window as Harry entered the parking lot at a safe speed in case any person happened to cross in front of him.

"Josie, I'm not trying to run anyone over." Harry sighs as he finally eyes an open parking space and signals left, always cautious about an accident.

"Well, I want to talk with my friends before practice." Josie has unbuckled herself and is close to throwing herself out of the car.

Harry puts the car into park, unlocking the car door. "Fly, young one."

The grin that takes over Josie makes Harry happy. "Love you, dad."

"Love you too, Josie."

Harry slides his sunglasses on, hating how bright the sun was; it'd be a few hours until the sunset. He was nervous; he was dressed in black slacks that hugged him in all the right places with a mint button-down shirt that calls attention. He didn't have time to change today; everyone saw him in his casual clothes, never his work attire. Josie said she didn't mind, but he did. Honestly, he was nervous about what Y/N might say about his look. Not that he cared what she thought. Not one bit, right?

He went to his trunk, got out his purple folding chair, and left the matching one there. Harry is a sucker for deals which is why he walked out of the store with two when he only needed one.

He strolled, making sure no eyes were on him, and he was in the clear until he heard a shout, "Dad!" He looked over at the field, and it was Josie waving at him to sit closer to the parents. Harry shot her a thumbs up; he liked the parents genuinely. They have all been so kind and welcoming, telling him the best places to go for the team's discount.

He got along well with Payton's and Stephanie's parents. They had a good sense of humor and liked asking him questions about where he was from and how Josie was growing up. His daughter had become best friends with Juliet. They were two peas in a pod, talking from the beginning of practice to staying almost ten minutes after as they slowly took off their cleats.

Y/N didn't mind seeing as she had to pick up everything, and the girls were eager to help her if it meant spending more time together. Honestly, she was begging for a sleepover, but he kept telling her no because he wanted to meet at least one of her parents first. He wasn't sure what either one did, but Juliet didn't mind if they couldn't make it to a game because her biggest supporter was already there.

Harry approaches where all the parents sit under a shaded tree, waving at everyone before taking a seat next to a man reading on his kindle. He smiled, knowing he loved reading in his downtime as well. This would be an excellent spot to sit, conversation or not he'd be comfortable, but first, an introduction was needed.

"Hello, don't mean to bother you, but I don't think I've seen you before. I'm Harry Styles. My daughter Josie joined the team last month."

"Well, Harry Styles, it's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard wonderful things about your daughter. I'm Xavier Torres, father of Juliet." Xavier responded with a bright smile on his face.

Harry doesn't hide his surprise. "I've been dying to meet her parents. She's a wonderful girl, glad our daughters decided to get along."

"Yeah, we come as often as we can, but Juliet always assures us she's fine. That she has the best auntie watching over her."

"Coach Y/N is great with everyone. I've never seen anyone so dedicated." Harry shares.

"She's always been like that. I met Clara in my second year of university. She was only fourteen then, but she was so caring. I wasn't introduced to the family until we've been dating for six months, and she was shy but always offered me water or cookies she had baked. I loved having conversations with her; she has always been the smartest person in the room."

Harry grins; this definitely grew his crush on Y/N.

"I hear they are begging for a sleepover," Xavier comments, breaking Harry from his thoughts.

Harry nods, "Yes, I kept saying no because I wanted to meet the parents."

Xavier smiles, agreeing they were the same. "Yeah, we had to meet the dad."

He's shocked Xavier doesn't ask him about a partner, but then again, Y/N could have easily mentioned meeting Claudia and her husband. Harry's grateful if she did not like having to explain how he's a single dad and how he wishes his daughter's mother would do better.

"Well, now that this has happened, I have no problem with a sleepover happening."

"Glad we're on the same page." Harry laughs, grateful, their daughters will be happy with them.

Harry and Xavier spend the entire two hours of practice talking. Harry has close friends, but he wouldn't be opposed to adding Xavier to his guys' nights that happen less frequently now. At the end of practice, they exchange numbers and promise to coordinate a date for the girls. It may be summer, but the girls are still keeping busy during the week instead of doing nothing.

The girls rush over to them at the end of practice, giggling at the two fathers still chatting away.

"Does this mean a sleepover can happen?" Juliet asks, squeezing Josie's hand she's holding.

Harry and Xavier share a look and nod. "Yeah, it can happen."

"Amazing!" Josie cheers jumping up and down.

"We have to plan a day that works for both of us, so it may be a while." Josie frowns but nods. Juliet does not accept it.

"Auntie Y/N can host it."

"Your auntie is going to do what?" Y/N says, sneaking up behind her tickling her sides.

Juliet lets out a loud shriek, not being able to escape her grip. Harry beams at Y/N loving how playful she is with her niece.

"You can host our sleepover. You aren't busy like daddy and Mr. Styles." Juliet says in one breath after Y/N let her go.

"I do have a job, you know," Y/n says in a sing-song voice. Xavier laughs as Juliet pouts. "But I do have more availability than your parents. I'd do it if both of you were comfortable with it." Y/N looks up at Harry and Xavier, letting them have the final say.

Xavier throws an arm over Y/N's shoulder and pulls her in a hug. "Of course, it's a yes; I'm always looking forward to a kid-free house."

"Rude, daddy." Juliet frowns, crossing her arms.

"Only joking, my little flower. How about frozen yogurt on the way home?"

"You're forgiven."

Y/N waits patiently for Harry to answer as he has a staring contest with his daughter.

He sighs, "Yes," Josie cheers, hugging Juliet. "Only if we're really not imposing on Y/N."

"Please, Harry. I'd be honored to have them over. I'm an excellent host, and my movie collection is amazing."

Juliet smiles. "She does, also the biggest backyard so we can run around and do whatever. There's also a pool." She whispers the last part.

"Enough speaking about my house. She'll get the tour soon enough."

"So it's settled," Harry tells them.

"Guess it is; send me when you guys decide. I'm free after twelve on Fridays, and I'll take them to the game on Saturday, of course, or we can do it after a game. All up to you, gents." Y/N gets it all out there, allowing Harry to breathe a little easier.

"Good," Xavier shouts.

"I'm going home, coming Julie?" As Xavier swings his chair over his shoulder. "Daddy, you have to help auntie Y/N. You just sat on your butt for two hours."

"Hey now, I watched you practice."

"I'm going to tell mommy, you know how she feels about you not helping Y/N. She'll give you an earful." Juliet sasses her dad.

"I don't know where you got all that sass from, but I know I'm going to hate it when you're a teenager," Xavier mumbles as he goes to get the goal nets put away.

Y/N laughs before turning to Harry and Josie, "I'll see you both on Wednesday. Have a good night."

Harry watches her walk away as she races Juliet over to the balls scattered around. He smiles at the ground, hoping he could one day make her laugh that much. He doesn't notice Josie watching him, and she grins, happy that maybe one day her daddy will smile as bright as Xavier does when speaking about Juliet's mom.

They walk hand in hand to the car, both comfortable walking in silence for what the future might bring them.

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Y/N enjoyed morning games as opposed to the afternoon, where the sun was blazing high. She had a hat that was helping with the heat, thankful she hadn't started sweating yet. She loves coaching, but during the summer, it isn't the most enjoyable.

"Hi, Coach Y/N."

She turns her head over her shoulder and sees Harry approaching. She checks him out, thankful for her sunglasses; he's got a black short-sleeve button-down that shines in the sunlight, letting her know it's expensive; he paired it with white linen pants and the beat-up Vans he always wore. He always looks good.

"Nice to see you, Harry."

"How are you?"

"Doing good, bracing the summer heat."

"Yeah, not so enjoyable."

"Ready for the game," Harry says, pointing to the field that will soon have fourteen girls running around.

"Yes, they have been working hard. I'm excited, and you?"

"Oh, nervous," he confesses.

"The girls are going to do great. If they start dozing off, then we can start to worry."

Harry laughs, knowing that she is right. It's about the girl's focus.

"How long did you play?"

"Too long." Y/N jokes.

"Haha," he laughs.

"I started at six and played up until I finished university."

"Wow! You must have been marvelous." Harry is amazed that someone can play a sport that long then go to teaching. He was never the most athletic, but he was a beast at ping-pong that was all hand-eye coordination.

"I would like to think I was good."

"You started coaching when?"

"The year I turned four, and soon enough I was running, and by four she bought me my cleats and bam! A team was created." Juliet answered for her.

"I'm pretty sure you told Harry this already." Y/N laughs playfully, nudging Juliet.

Juliet shrugs, "Just like reminding."

Y/N grins, "Okay, lovebug."

"Plus, you're a great coach."

Harry nods. "I can attest to that. All the girls love you, including Josie."

"And I love them," she tells him truthfully. "We don't get many new players, but we're happy to have Josie. She earned the starting spot as right-wing."

Juliet nods, jumping up and down, "Yeah, she's really good."

"Go on, start the girl with four corners." Y/N pats Juliet's back to get her to go on the field.

"Yes, ma'am." Juliet takes off running, talking to Kate, who helps her get started, and Y/N knows it's her cue to walk away from Harry.

"Good luck, coach."

"Thank you, Harry. See you after."

"Sure, of course. I'll be cheering for you. I-i-i- what-" Harry stutters while she stands there holding back a smile as she can see the heat traveling up his face. "I mean you and the girls. A-all as a team."

"Well, we appreciate it."

Harry watches her walk away, letting out a short laugh, not being able to believe he made a fool of himself.

The game was tied 1-1 with only eight minutes left. Harry could see Y/N was calm, voice firm when speaking to the girls. Lola was about to take a corner kick, he saw her take a step back, and Harry was ready for her to strike it, but instead, she shocks him as she passes to a player who ran up to her.

This startles the other team before Brenda sends it to the center midfielder, who passes it to Josie, who is screaming she's open. Brenda sends a through ball, and off his daughter runs. She gets a foot on it, looking at where the goalie stands. She makes the pass strong enough that the goalie doesn't stop it and just for Andy to tip it in, but it's too strong, causing the ball to go over the net. It's a miss but, everyone didn't mind impressed with the play.

The last few minutes were slow as both teams were tired out, and there was no chance for another goal in two minutes. When the referee blows the final whistle, all the girls bring it in, jogging over to Y/N and Kate as they all round up in a group hug. Harry can't hear what she's saying, but he knows it's reasonable considering all the girls are sporting similar smiles. He is quick to pack up his chair, ready to say goodbye to his daughter, who is about to have a sleepover with her coach and best friend.

The girls come back from clapping the other team's hand and are quick to go sit on the bench and take their shoes off. The clean-up was accomplished quickly today. Harry is waiting to talk to Y/N as she speaks with other parents. Caitlyn's dad praises her for that play, but Y/N is quick to tell him it was all the girls; they are the players. Either way, he hugs her, and Y/N pats the older man back softly. She waves goodbye to most girls when he finally gets to approach her.

"Great game today."

"Yes, they played well." Y/N agrees.

"Your coaching reflects on them."

"In a good way?"

He nods, "The best way."

She thanks him, and he knows she's not one to be boastful, so he changes the conversation.

"You are still good to take them for the sleepover."

"Of course, I'm excited."

"That's great. What time should I pick her up tomorrow?"

"Oh, I forgot to mention earlier, my sister and brother-in-law are coming to have dinner if you'd like to join us. Xavier has been dying to use the grill, and you'll get to meet my sister and my nephew."

"Juliet never talks about a brother."

Y/N chuckles, "It's because he barely started walking, so he doesn't hold much of her attention."

"Ah, that makes sense."

"She loves being a big sister, but only when he sleeps or plays blocks."

"Older siblings got to love them."

"Yeah, I know."

"Do you have a sibling?"

"I do. She's 35 and lives in London and runs a law firm. Total badass."

"I bet she is."

"If she ever stops and visits, please bring her around and would love to get all the dirt on young Harry Styles."

"Only if I get to do the same."

"Stop by Sunday, and you'll get the chance." She shrugs at him as she walks away.

"See you Sunday then." Harry shakes his head smiling as she grabs a bag of soccer balls and begins walking to the parking lot.

Josie runs over and gives him a big hug. "See you tomorrow, daddy."

"Bye honey, call me if you need anything."

"Sure, I love you." She yells as she runs to Y/N and Juliet, who are waiting for her at the end of the grass.

Harry knows she's in good hands, but his heart can't help but miss his little girl. He'll see her tomorrow and Y/N as well. He ignored how hard his heart was thumping at his interaction with Y/N instead of letting himself get lost in the idea of the beautiful afternoon that was to come tomorrow.

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Y/N had a great time with the girls. She promised she would let them do their own thing and just supervise, but both girls wanted her involved. As soon as they arrived at her house, Juliet gave Josie a tour of her home, taking her room to room before they ended up in the backyard, both dressed in their bathing suits to go swimming.

She couldn't help but laugh, knowing how eager they were to go jump in the pool despite playing an intense game for an hour in the blazing sun.

"You little ladies must eat first before you can even think of swimming," Y/N says, arms crossed over her chest, knowing Juliet was going to try to fight her on it.

"Auntie, that's not what we want to do."

"Maybe so, but your tummy's say otherwise."

Josie steps over from behind Juliet to stand next to her. "I would like to eat. Dad says we need to regain all the energy we worked off."

"Your dad is a smart man, Jo." Y/N nods to the girl. "It's a 2-1 vote, then."

"Fine," Juliet groans dramatically.

The girls sit at the table as Y/n begins to boil pasta. She decides on pesto as she has had a craving, and both girls happily agree. In just thirty minutes, she serves the girls two even plates, and they have a flowing conversation. Mainly, Josie and Juliet do the talking, occasionally asking YN her opinion or a question they want her to answer.

After the late lunch, she sends the girls to wash up and meet her outside to lather them in sunscreen. She puts most of her dishes in the dishwasher and soaks her pans in water, wanting it to be easier to wash later when the girls give her a free moment.

"Thirty minutes we are waiting," Y/N tells them, the sun lotion bottle in hand.

"Come on, you believe in that?" Juliet asks.

"Okay, little miss rebel, since when do you always question everything I say." Juliet's eyes go wide, and she shrugs.

"Alright, listen. I adore you, Juliet, but it's not nice trying to take advantage of me because you have a friend over."

Y/N waits for her to say something, but she nods her head and moves to hug her around her waist. She hears her mutter a sorry, and when Y/N brushes her hair back, she sees Juliet move back to look up at her. "I'm sorry."

Y/N gives her a small smile. "It's alright. Now sit down so I can get your back."

Josie patiently waits her turn, and just as Y/N finishes Juliet, she speedwalks to the edge of the steps and sits on them, letting her feet get soaked. Josie sits patiently as Y/N spreads the sunscreen to her shoulders, then turns her to get her face and neck, allowing Josie to rub it into her legs.

"All done, Josie." She stays seated on Y/N's patio chairs under the shade. Y/N doesn't question her not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Is it okay if I go join Juliet?" Josie asks in a soft voice.

Y/N almost awes out loud at how polite Juliet is, "Of course, go on. I'll let you know when it's okay to go in."

Looking out at the spacious yard, Y/N frowns, getting lost in thought about how she has the perfect home, but it gets lonely. It might be time she looks into getting a pet. She'll have to go check the local shelter soon but knows she should think about it for a while longer.

The ringer of her phone tears her out of her head when she hears the splashing, "Is it, time auntie?"

"Yeah, sweetie, it is."

Quickly she swipes three pairs of goggles from the table just as she begins to hear their splashing paired with laughter.

"Are we playing mermaids, auntie?" Josie asks as Y/N steps into the water, relaxing in the cool water, not suffering from the heat.

"We sure are," Y/N raises the three goggles and hands over one to each of them.

It's after two hours that they all emerge from the pool, deciding to head into the shower seeing as the sun has begun to set. She ushers them carefully to the shower letting Josie use the guest room and Juliet her room seeing as they are the only two rooms fully equipped with towels and shampoo.

After the three of them are clean and changed in the pj's, Y/N makes popcorn to snack on while they play a few board games. They switch from Uno to Candyland to Mancala. It goes on for a while until they decide to put on a movie deciding on Tangled.

It wasn't until a quarter to ten that Moana watched Maui sing "Your Welcome," they began to yawn and started trying to fight back to sleep. Y/N thought they would never go down to sleep because two eight-year-olds have too much energy. Y/N paused the movie and told them it was time to sleep. Neither girl put up an argument.

She guided them to the guest room that had become Juliet's over the years. The girls get tucked into bed after brushing their teeth.

"Thank you for a great day, Y/N," Josie whispers, grabbing her wrist, halting her, tucking their blanket.

Y/N smiles at the kind girl. "Of course, sweetie. It's been a joy having you here."

Y/N goes to Juliet, gives her a kiss on the forehead, whispering a quiet goodnight who already has her eyes closed, her breathing slow and steady. She goes to Josie, who's looking at her with wide eyes. "Would you be okay with a forehead kiss goodnight? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Y/N addresses the young girl.

Little does Y/N know that small comment was enough for Josie to seal Y/N in her heart forever for her kindness. "Yes, please." Bright green eyes look up at her with a small smile as she gives her a soft kiss.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Night, Jo."

Y/N goes to her room and does her night routine taking extra steps due to getting more sun exposure today. She loves how she feels putting on moisturizer at the end of the night. She lays in bed under her soft white covers. Her eyes shut, and she begins to count backward. She reaches all the way to one and tries again but stops halfway, sighing, knowing there's no chance she'll sleep; she heads to the kitchen to make herself a tea.

With her chamomile tea in hand, she sets it on the chrysanthemum coaster on the side table, picks up the book she left there, and sets it in her lap as she turns on her television to Netflix, deciding on The Great British Baking Show to use as white noise. She presses play on where she last left off, forgetting the book in her lap as the bakers had to make a raised game pie for their signature.

Y/N had already watched collection three, but it was one of her favorites. She loved the bakers and liked watching Nadiya improve each episode. The technical challenge was getting started, the bakers reading their vague instructions to make the tennis fruit cake when she heard small steps down the stairs.

She turns around, spotting Josie making her way down, "Hi there, you alright?"

Josie just nods but continues towards her, joining her to sit on the couch. "Can't sleep?" Y/N asks to share her lavender throw blanket with Josie.

"Not really."

"Yeah, I get restless sometimes as well."

Josie stares, tilting her head as if trying to figure out why she can't sleep, "What do you do to try to sleep?"

"Well, I usually try to read a book in bed, but I decided tea and a bit of tv would help."

Josie nods, and Y/N can tell she's working up the courage to ask her something. "Can I please try with you?"

"Of course, would you like tea as well?"

"Chamomile?"

"Sure, that's what I was drinking."

"Daddy adds a bit of honey."

Y/N smiles, "Honey, I can do that."

She goes to the kitchen alone, getting Josie her favorite mug with bees scattered all around. As soon as she's done making her tea and checking it is at a suitable temperature, she brings it out to her. Y/N sees Josie has put play on the show.

Y/N just grins, happy the girl likes the show as well. "Have you seen this season?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, me too."

"Nadiya is excellent," Josie comments as Nadiya wins first in the technical challenge.

"She is! I'm glad they picked her as the winner though she had strong competition against Ian and Tamal."

Both Y/N and Josie sit there in silence, sipping their teas, watching the bakers now try to make Charlotte Russe cakes for the showstopper. It's not until the presentation begins that Josie breaks their comfortable silence.

"Why can't you sleep?"

"Well, uhh, sometimes I can't get my brain to shut down and have lots of thoughts swirling around."

"Oh," Josie responds. "Do they ever stop?"

"Yeah, usually when I count backward or tell myself a story."

Josie looks delighted at hearing Y/N sharing this with her. "What kind of story?"

"A sweet one, one my grandparents used to tell me, or I make one up."

"And it works?"

"Almost always."

Josie continues with her questions, but Y/N doesn't mind. "Do you get bad dreams?"

"Not always, but sometimes, do you, Jo?"

Josie smiles, "I like that."

"What?" Y/N says, puzzled, aware she avoided the question.

"Jo, dad calls me honey, darling, Josie and Josephine when I do something I'm not supposed to, but no one ever has said, Jo. I like it."

"Oh, I'm glad. It's alright that I keep calling you that then."

Josie repeatedly nods, "Of course."

Y/N looks back at the TV focusing on the new episode that started during the talk.

"Sometimes I dream I'm back in Georgia with daddy." Josie is looking down at her lap, where she draws a circle on the palm of her left hand with her right index finger.

"Yeah, how does that make you feel?"

"Sad sometimes and sometimes happy."

"Why is that?" Y/N asks in a soft voice.

"Well, mommy called me more when I lived farther away. Now I don't get to see her every weekend even though that's the deal. She doesn't even like watching me play."

"That must be tough, Jo. Have you shared this with your dad?"

Josie shakes her head no. "He'd get mad at mom, and I don't want anyone fighting."

"Don't think it's fighting. Your dad just wants the best for you and wants your mom to see that as well."

"I guess."

"Did you know I've visited Georgia?"

"You have?" Josie sits up, crawling closer to her, excited at the change in conversation.

Y/N nods, "My grandparents had family there, so every summer, we'd make our way there. Spent all our time at the lake or just walking through the woods. They lived in a secluded area, so lots to roam."

"We lived in the city."

"I bet you still went to neat places."

Josie thinks about it for a minute, "We did, the weekends were for the lake, and it was easy to drive to another state for a week."

Y/N laughs, knowing how exciting it was visiting a new state in a matter of hours compared to how hard it is in California. "Yeah, I liked that as well."

"What's your favorite memory?"

Y/N stops to think about it; it has been a while since she thought back to her times there. She hasn't had the chance to go back since her grandparents passed away.

"The fireflies. I remember we were in one of my uncle's backyard, and he was showing us his peaches. When I saw a buzz of light followed by another, and soon enough, they were all around us. My uncle tells me he'll never forget the look on my face because it was true happiness and disbelief."

Y/N's smile is nostalgic. If she closes her eyes tight enough, she can picture the fireflies surrounding her. She's brought back to the present when she feels a small hand placed over her own.

"Thank you for sharing that with me," Josie says before she leans over, giving Y/N a hug.

Y/N laughs and hugs her back, happy she got to know this sweet girl better.

"I think it's time for bed."

"Okay."

As they begin walking up the stairs after making a stop in the kitchen to put their mugs in the dishwasher, Y/N stops outside the guest room.

"You're really wise for your age."

Josie nods, "My dad tells me that all the time."

Y/N can't help the smile that Josie draws out of her, "Goodnight."

"Night."

Y/N goes to bed with lots more on her mind. Her thoughts on the young girl who is caring more on her shoulder than she lets on. Josie has grown us quicker and doesn't realize it due to her experiences. Y/N goes wondering what tomorrow will bring.

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A lot was running through Harry's mind after the dinner he had on Sunday with Y/N and her family. Trust him; he enjoyed it. He adored seeing her in a different environment, but she seemed distant, and so did Josie. It's as if the two gravitated towards each other more. Always whispering to each other.

He enjoyed seeing them get along; he just didn't like not being included. This also made him second guess in pursuing Y/N. He wasn't willing to risk it not working out. Harry also knows he's not sure if he'd survive the heartbreak.

It's been a while since he's put himself out there, but as a single dad, he feared that no woman he had met was good enough to meet Josie, not after learning that he had full custody.

Y/N's sister was kind, always teasing Y/N but Y/N gave it right back. He could tell the love they had for each other was the kind he shared with Gem. They might not have been that close in age, but they appreciate each other better as adults. Harry loved Y/N's nephew, who stumbled every few steps he took, which is why Y/N took it upon herself to have him attached to her the whole night.

It warmed Harry's heart and gave him all kinds of crazy ideas, for example like a baby that was half him and half her that he'd love just as much as Josie.

Fuck, he had it bad.

Harry's thankful it's Wednesday, and he gets to see Y/N again. He didn't make practice on Monday having Sarah bring her, and today Y/n picked her up from his house where Mitch was watching her because he had a meeting that would be running long. Luckily, he made it just in time before the practice started.

He knew he was going to stand out, showing up wearing creamed flared trousers and a black silk button-down. Harry had taken off his cropped, lapel grey plaid jacket knowing the heat would eat him alive if he left it on.

Harry chuckled to himself as he walked from the parking lot; his folding hair swung on his shoulder. He waved to the parents before setting up alone under a tree, wanting to enjoy the shade today and no conversations unless it was from one specific person.

He sees her pocketing her phone in her bag and knows this is his chance to talk to her. He makes his way discreetly as possible, going behind the parents, who are all currently staring down at their phones.

"Y/N,"

She turns, she scans him head to toe quickly, not wanting Harry to catch her, but he does. He lets it boost his ego a little.

"Harry, a bit dressed up, no?"

He chuckles, doing a little spin for her. "Not at all, haven't you heard business casual is the new uniform."

She shakes her head at him, "We'll take it into consideration."

"That's all I ask."

Y/N looks over to Kate and motions for her to get the girls' warm-up started.

"Dinner was nice."

Y/N nods, "It was. My sister really likes you."

"That's good. She's really funny."

"She knows it." Y/N rolls her eyes playfully.

Harry knocks his hips into her, "Don't worry, you're still my favorite."

"Gee, I was so worried." Y/N fakes dramatically but isn't able to hide how her cheeks heat up at his compliment. "Now, you need to go sit. I have to coach. Parents are going to think I'm flirting."

Harry smirks, "I don't mind the flirting."

"Styles, you'd know if I was flirting."

"I'm just going to say that I very much am."

"Hmm, I'll take that into consideration. For our future conversations."

Y/N joins the girls as they are about to start their second lap; Harry slowly makes his way to his waiting chair, happy that Y/N might like him just as much as he likes her.

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Y/N pulled Josie aside before the scrimmage wanting to speak with her noticing she wasn't connecting with the team as she had on Monday.

"Doing okay?" Y/N asks as Josie gets a drink of water.

Josie nods, "Of course."

"Well, Juliet told me you didn't want to hang out. She said you had wanted to try that donut place with us on Friday."

"Because I had plans with my mom."

"Oh, that's fun."

"No."

"Why not?"

"She said she was busy," Josie murmurs.

"Well, you're still welcome to join us on Friday. I'm going to take Juliet to get ice cream at my favorite shop after practice. You're welcome to join." Y/N offers, knowing the little girl needs something to cheer her up.

"Does my dad have to come?"

"Not if you don't want him to."

Josie shakes her head no.

"Okay then."

"I'll go ask permission now."

"You can wait," Y/N laughs at her eagerness.

"No. I tell him now, and he can think it over while I play."

"Okay, sure. Don't take long."

Josie nods about to take off, but Y/n stops her. "Josie, I'm sorry your plans changed."

"She's been doing that more." She shrugs as if she's not bothered.

"Just because she is doing that doesn't mean you aren't loved. Your dad loves you and your godparents; the team does as well. I do, also. You're amazing, Josie." Y/N tells her, knowing Josie needed to hear it from somebody other than her father.

Josie's eyes shine, but she blinks the tears away. She gives her a quick hug before turning around and running towards Harry. From the corner of her eye, she sees Josie dramatically asking for permission as she lets her father retie the laces of her boots. Y/N smiles because she loves Josie, and if given a chance, she might also get an opportunity to love Harry. Y/N looks forward to watching what the future may bring.

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Kate had organized a pizza party for the girls because they had been doing so well and thought they deserved a reward. Y/N and Kate always talked about motivating and encouraging the girls for their hard work and dedication. They would do small gatherings or bring them a treat to enjoy after practice, and the occasional Monday off that happened on significant dates or when they as a coach needed a break which wasn’t often because they loved this and the girls.

A pizza party was fun, it allowed parents to interact somewhere that wasn’t crazy hot, and the girls got to eat their weight in pizza. Y/N personally loved it because she got to eat crazy good buffalo wings. Kate and Y/N always shared a basket.

Y/N had sat in a booth with Kate across from her knowing the girls would take up two of the long tables. They rather not squeeze in between when they have a good view of them here.

“Anyone I should be aware of, Thomas, was it?”

“Uhh, no. He turned out to be a jerk who couldn’t get me off.”

“Gee any louder, Katie, would you.” Y/N smiles at Cynthia’s parents, who are in line waiting to order themselves around some beers. Y/N was never one who got into drinking, but it doesn’t bother her those who do.

“Anyways, the one who is coming is Tiffany, and we have been talking for a week, and I think I may be in love.” Kate sighs, a faraway look in her eye as the waiter drops by her beer. Y/N eyes it, not liking how much foam was in the cup.

“You say you’re in love each time.”

Kate rolls her eyes at Y/N, “Well, I mean it this time.”

“Sure.”

“No, you’ll see. Tiff should be here soon. She got the most gorgeous curls and the most perfect brown eyes. Then when she talks Spanish to me, I have an idea what she’s saying, but it turns me on like crazy.”

“I can translate for you.” Kate rolls her eyes, knowing Y/N’s Spanish was perfect due to her high school and college years, not to mention she took YMCA classes at seven. “Anyways, let us move on from the conversation.”

“Okay, let’s talk about your sex life.”

Y/N chucks a piece of lettuce at Kate hitting her square on her chin. Before Kate can retaliate, Harry steps towards them, “Hello, ladies.”

“Hi, Harry,” Kate responds by making crazy eyes at Y/N.

“Mind if I join you, don’t think Josie would like me sitting with her or alone.”

Y/N nods, “Of course, but only if you don’t mind sliding in. I like the edge seats, or you can sit with Kate.”

Kate shakes her head no, “No, he cannot. My date should be here soon.”

Y/N gets up to let Harry slide in, he does a little wiggle to get to the other side, and Y/N does her best to hide her laugh. It seems to work, as he didn’t mention it. Y/N feels her body heat up because their thighs are touching. She feels ridiculous getting worked up over a simple touch.

The next hour flies by, and Tiffany arrives during that time, and Y/N loves her. She is as gorgeous as Kate described, her hair long falling down her back in thick ringlets, her brown eyes captivating, and her golden skin shines with just a hint of sunlight. She can see why Kate was smitten, but getting to know her and Y/N can happily say she’s a perfect fit for her best friend. She hopes it works out for Kate because this will be a heavy heartbreak if it doesn’t.

Y/N excuses herself, wanting to check with the girls. She approaches the table sitting by the pinball machines. The girls have question after question for her that she happily answers. She looks to see Juliet, happily leading a conversation with a quiet Jo sitting next to her staring out the window.

She excuses herself from the girls and places a hand on Juliet’s shoulder, who stops her chatter to grin up at Y/N before continuing like she never stopped. Jo just smiles at her before looking at the other girls acting as she was involved in the conversation, but Y/n knows better.

“You alright, Jo?”

“Of course, a bit full, that is all.” Y/N stares at those green eyes long and hard before nodding.

“I’m just over there if any of you need anything.”

“Yes, thank you, coach.” Most girls answer in unison.

Y/N goes back to their table, and Harry smiles, scooting over, “Saved your spot. Susan tried to nab it.”

“My hero.” She giggles.

The conversation around Y/N flows easily; she laughs and comments. There is a moment where Harry squeezes her thigh affectionately when she makes a witty comment defending him and his style. She wishes he’d rest his hand there, but he moves it back on top, also not wanting anyone to be suspicious.

As much as Y/N is having a lovely evening, her gaze drifts over to Josie, who hasn’t uttered a word since she was with her.

Harry is too busy chatting and having a nice time to notice how quiet Josie has gotten, not that she blames him; the place is loud and complete because it’s a Saturday afternoon. This worries Y/n as she has seen Josie withdrawing more and more but didn’t want to believe it. Josie hides it reasonably well.

Y/N hopes she’s wrong and that sweet Josie is only having an off day.

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Harry was happy to see Josie loving California. He knew it was a risk moving across the country when the East coast is all she had ever known. Josie has shown him nothing but happiness; he can't wait to see how she does in the Fall when she goes back to school. The great thing is she will have friends due to the girls on the team. Also, he hates to admit it, but it has been good for Josie to see more of her mom. Allowing them to build a better relationship. Harry only wishes the best for his daughter and hopes he has been doing that so far in her life.

It's Wednesday, and Harry feels his weeks go by faster now that they have a structured routine. He always gets excited because he knows that he'll have a chance to chat with Y/N no matter what.

They arrive five minutes before practice starts, making Harry rush out of the car, holding Josie's hand as she pulls him along, wanting to apologize to Y/N.

Y/N approaches them as they reach the area where all the girls have just started their warm-up lap.

"We're so sorry. We got stuck in a traffic jam." Harry rushes out, hating to get his daughter punished for his tardiness.

She shakes her head at him, not bothered. "Go on join the others, Josie," she gently touched her shoulder. "I've got to chat with your dad."

Josie gives her an uncertain look, but she assures her with a smile. She runs off, joining the second lap at the back of the two lines.

Harry stands there, uncertain, not sure what she needs to tell him. By the solemn look she has, it might not be good.

She walks off to the side a distance from the parents and has an eye on the girls finishing up their warm-up laps before going into a stretch.

"Josie brought up something I think you need to know."

Harry waits, allowing her to go on, knowing he shouldn't interrupt.

Y/N takes a deep breath before looking him in his eyes, "Josie says her mom told her she needs to stop calling her and to stop with the visits. That she's pregnant, and that's her priority, not her."

Harry's jaw drops. He didn't know Claudia could be so cruel to their daughter. He wasn't even aware she was pregnant or that she wanted more children. Mostly he hates that he does not hear this from his daughter.

"She told me she was afraid of how'd you react to the news, but I told her she needed to address it, and by your reaction, I assume she didn't."

Harry shakes his head. "No, we celebrated the win and had a good weekend. Seemed happier than normal honesty."

"It's common for kids to try to block it out. As someone who had to go through her fair share of child therapy, I feel like it would be good for her to see a therapist." Y/N tells him, voice gentle, knowing this is a lot for Harry.

"Why" Harry bites back, defensive. "She's fine, happy, and laughing."

"Harry, I'm not saying she's not, but she needs to talk about it. Jo won't be with you, and it's because she trusts and loves you and doesn't want to hurt you. She thinks she is protecting you; an eight-year-old shouldn't be trying to protect her father."

Harry feels himself boiling, no longer wanting to hear any more of what she has to say.

"The signs are there."

The signs," he scoffs.

"Quietness, sadness, isolation, anxiety." She points to the field, and he turns to see Josie stretching alone, lost in her own head. No longer sitting between Juliet like she always had the last few weeks. A frown on her face seems to be permanently placed.

"You've got no right to say this." Harry wishes she never brought this up.

"I'm doing this for her, not for you."

Harry has had enough; he wants her to hurt her like he is right now, which is why he lets his mouth speak before he can think over what he has said, "Who do you think you are? Honestly, you're a lousy soccer coach who has nothing better to do but judge kids and their parents."

"Harry," she whispers, trying to mask her hurt.

"No, you've said enough. I think you can forget about Josie playing for this team." His voice dripping with venom. "Seems all you wanted was extra cash in your pocket with the addition of a player ."

He walks towards the field. "Josie, we're leaving," Harry doesn't care that the other parents are watching now. He throws Josie's bag over his shoulder as he watches her jog over to him,

"We just got here. I was warming up."

"Josie, we're leaving." No room for argument in his voice, but Josie stands her ground.

"I don't want to leave." Her voice falters as she stares up at him.

"Josie, don't."

"Dad, I like it here, Coach is-"

Harry cuts her off, "Enough, Josephine, you're not coming back here ever."

Those words bring tears to her eyes; she drops her head, defeated. She follows behind Harry and turns to look at Y/N one last time, shooting her an "I warned you look."

Y/N watches them walk away, and she can only hope this is the last she sees of them. She shakes all her feelings out, knowing she has all eyes on her right now. She's got a team to coach, and just like that, she brushes away Harry and his cruel words, knowing they'll resurface later in the appropriate environment.

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After leaving the practice field, Harry And Josie did not speak a word to each other or the next day. They continued in silence, not for Harry's lack of trying to get a word out of Josie; she was just that upset with him.

All he received were head shakes, and Harry was worried. He cooled down after and let everything sink in, but the damage was done; it was too late.

That same night Harry called Claudia to confront her to tell her he would be taking her to court to forget seeing Josephine. All she responded was that it was quite alright. She was giving him full custody and would be sending him the paperwork she had already signed. Then hung up the phone on him.

Harry was appalled that a mother could do this to their child, to abandon them with no care. He always knew Claudia wasn't a good person, but he wished better for his daughter, and right now, even he didn't feel good enough for his angel girl.

On the fifth day of silence between his daughter and him, he received an email he was tempted not to open due to who it read the sender was. He did so anyway; it was the name, phone number, and location of a therapist nearby. The email read professional, not a hint of the last few months of knowing each other. There was an endnote that said to give her as a reference. He knew he would think it over for now.

On the seventh day of his daughter ignoring him, he called the number that he marked down on his phone. He called and set up an appointment for the following day; he knows it could have been longer if he didn't name drop Y/N. Harry knows he needs to apologize, but he's not sure where to begin or if it would be appropriate to show up at her house, but he decided to focus on one thing at a time, and that would be Josie.

Harry would have liked to walk hand in hand into the big building with big windows overlooking a secluded private park, but Josie walked ahead and sat herself on the rainbow-colored couches for kids and picked up a Judy Blume book to read.

Harry walks to the front desk and admires all the photos pinned up behind the receptionist. He knows they must be patients with only their first name signed. His favorite is a dinosaur swimming on a floaty holding a milkshake; there was some natural talent hanging on the wall as well as a lot of imagination.

"Sir, here for?" The receptionist called him for his turn, not noticing the person in front of him was now seated.

"Styles, Harry. Well, Josephine," he corrects. "Sorry."

"No worries, all parents do that their first time."

He awkwardly laughs.

"Dr. Sylvia Hernandedz will be with you shortly." He thanks her, going to sit on the black couch. He sinks right in full of comfort.

Five minutes later, they are called to go. He reaches for Josie's hand, and she lets him take it but doesn't make any move to hold him; it's as if he's carrying dead weight. Harry sighs but follows behind the receptionist.

"Hello, Styles family, lovely to meet you." A woman in her mid-forties greets them, a nice styled bun not a hair out of sight. Glasses on the bridge of her nose. She has a dark blue pencil skirt and a white buttoned shirt tucked in. He feels not as uncomfortable as he thought he would.

"I'm Syliva Hernandez, and you must be Josephine Styles." She leans down to be eye level with Josie and sticks out for her to shake.

"Yes, Dr. Hernandez. A pleasure to meet you." Josie responds politely.

Dr. Hernandez smiles. "Now, how'd you know I was a doctor?"

"The frame behind your desk shows your credentials." She points to the USC doctorate hanging behind a desk full of framed photos.

"Well, aren't you an observant girl?"

"Thank you."

"Would you like to accompany me to this playroom while I chat with your father? I can have my friend Alycia join you if you don't want to be alone."

Josie shakes her head no, "I'll be fine. I like being alone sometimes. I had a very wise person tell me it's okay to want to be alone sometimes, but it doesn't mean you're alone."

"Did your dad tell you that?" Dr. Hernandez asks.

"No."

"Very, well off you go. We'll have an eye on you but feel free to use all the items in there."

"Thank you." Josie slips right in, grabbing paper and colored pencils, carefully pulling out her desired colors.

"Have a seat, please, Mr. Styles."

"Thank you."

He sits in the mahogany chair; he can't say he likes it much.

"These chairs are awful. My office is better furnished, I assure you."

Harry tears his eyes from Josie to look at the therapist.

They are silent, and Harry isn't sure what to do.

"Uhh...Y/N Y/LN recommend us to you. I'm not sure if they informed you or I had to let you know."

"Yes, I'm aware. She's a great person." Shutting down conversation.

"Your daughter's birthday."

"December 13th, she's eight".

"How long have you been separated from her mother?"

"Since before her birth. We have a court agreement that I get weekly, and she gets her weekends, but that has recently changed. I have full custody of her.

"How does that make you feel?"

"Not okay; I grew up with divorced parents. My mother never remarried. I have an older sister, but we live in different countries."

"Do you fear the same for her?"

"Think it's worse for her. Josie's mother told her she didn't want her anymore because she would be having a baby. She didn't even tell me. She told--," he cuts himself off.

"Who did she tell?"

"Her soccer coach."

"A female?

"Yes. They are close. Have a real bond, an understanding of sorts."

"Do you think she is looking for a female to look up to?"

"It would make sense. My mother lives in London, and we only see her on holidays, same with my sister. She gets on well with my best mate's girlfriend, Sarah. She taught Josie to play the drums a bit. Also, Glenne, a dear friend."

"Male figures in life?"

"Too many. Mitch, Jeff, Adam, and his kids. Tyler, a family friend."

"It seems she has paternal figures, but she's searching for maternal figures." She states before continuing, "What's the reason you brought her in?"

"The coach addressed to me that she was worried that she was withdrawing herself, becoming anxious and lonely. Less happy. I didn't see it, but we've gone a week without speaking, and I've seen her mope and stare off a lot."

"Is she still seeing her coach?

"No, that's part of our not talking. I got upset over the suggestion of therapy and took that away from her."

"It led to a negative response."

"Yes, and I feel awful about it."

"It seems that the sport and coach are important to her and who she is. It's what you call a safe place."

"But she was beginning to withdraw from there as well," Harry states, not knowing it couldn't be so safe if she was isolating herself.

"Well, we'll have to talk with her. Are you comfortable with me speaking with her alone? I do have to let you know what I speak with her is confidential. She can tell you about it, but you cannot ask me."

"Yes, of course. It's fine, I understand." Harry knows therapy can be scary, but it can also be the start of something better.

"Well, let me call her back."

Dr. Hernandez stands and opens the door, "Josephine, come with me, please." Josie nods her head, putting the colored pencils away and bringing her picture with her.

"I apologize if we took too long."

"Not long. Enough to finish my drawing." She shares, giving the doctor a small smile.

"Can I have a look?"

Josie hands it over, Dr. Hernandez turns it so they can both see what she drew. It's a photo of a goal net and who he assumes to be himself in the net. A little girl with two pigtails standing there, hands raised, and another female is to the side cheering with a megaphone.

"It's beautiful."

"Thank you," Josie says proudly.

"Do you think I can keep it? Have you sign your name and add it to the front desk."

"Would you?" Josie's eyes go wide at someone other than her dad hanging up her art.

"Of course."

"That'd be wonderful." And for the first time in a week, she turns looking up at Harry. "Did you hear that daddy, Dr. Hernandez wants to keep it?

"I would too; it's beautiful, darling."

"I can make another."

Harry smiles, grateful, his daughter is her vibrant self, "Thank you, honey."

"Josephine, are you okay with your dad stepping out and you talking with me privately one on one?

"Yes, I like you. Also, you can call me Josie."

Dr. Hernandez nods in acknowledgment before turning to address Harry.

"You can wait in the waiting room. Alycia will bring you back to discuss in my office when we are done."

Harry mutters okay and walks out, closing the door behind him. He walks a few steps before laying his head to rest on the wall. This has felt like a lot, but he also feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulder.

Maybe I need to see a therapist. Harry thinks to himself, liking that he got a lot off his shoulders in just a short amount of time.

He's walking down the hallway when he hears a familiar voice, one he didn't think he'd have the pleasure of ever hearing again.

It stops him in his tracks.

He hears her voice once more and follows it out to the waiting room he's supposed to be waiting for his daughter.

Harry sees that she is talking with Alycia, and as he steps closer, he feels like it is harder to breathe.

"I have three more clients before I'm done for the day, but I have a thirty-minute gap, so maybe we can order smoothies, my treat." She tells the secretary handing her two twenty bills so that she can get everyone a drink.

"Y/N," he gasps out.

His eyes roam her body; he's never seen her dressed, so office official always used to see her in shorts, sweats, leggings, and a t-shirt. She's wearing this blue satin silk blouse tucked into high-waisted black trousers and low heels.

She is gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.

Y/N turns, not at all trying to hide the surprised look on her face.

"You're here." She nods; he's not sure why she's here.

"Here's your next client's file. They are doing an intake. You have over half an hour."

"Great."

Harry is now standing in front of her. "You work here?"

Y/N nods.

"You're a therapist." He states.

Y/N can clearly see he wants to talk and knows a better place to do it than their waiting room filled with waiting people.

"Why don't we talk in my office?" Harry nods, ready to follow her, but before he can, she turns to the desk once more, "Hold my calls, please, Alycia."

"Of course."

"Follow me, Harry."

They walk in silence as they pass Dr. Hernandez's door. She opens her door, allowing him to enter first. It feels bright and full of color; the wall's painting is pale green and hanging on the walls; she has lots of scenic photos and drawings. The chairs are nice, a red velvet couch pushed against a wall, her desk is not that big, he notices. It lacks pictures compared to Dr. Hernandez. Her degrees are placed on a bookshelf. She has it color-coded in colors of the rainbow, which is quite impressive.

"Have a seat." She offers all the open space.

Y/N takes a seat on the couch, and he follows.

Harry feels underdressed next to Y/N, and that has never happened before; he is always the one showing up in extravagant and overpriced suits.

"You work here." He waits for her to confirm.

"Yes, I'm a therapist here. Dr. Hernandez was my advisor during my undergrad. She knew what I wanted to accomplish for my career. They offered me a job, and I accepted. They have been supportive of obtaining my doctorate."

Harry is very impressed, "Congrats, that's wonderful."

"Thank you."

They both quiet down, not sure who should go first. Harry is about to start when Y/N begins to speak.

"Listen, Harry, I'm sorry. I went about addressing it wrong, and I never meant to upset you. I apologize." Y/N keeps her eyes on his wanting him to see how sincere she was.

"No need, I've taken a week to reflect on what a jerk I was. Having Josie give me the silent treatment for a week was torture." Harry confesses, scratching his neck to avoid reaching for her hand.

"Is she okay? Harry, that's a long time." Y/N's voice laced with concern.

"I'm sure she's chatting Dr. Hernandez ear off as we speak."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"I brought it on myself by taking her away from one thing she truly loves."

Y/N nods, not able to disagree with Harry. "Yeah, I understand."

"Is that how you know she needed therapy because you're a therapist?"

"Yes. I saw the signs, but I mostly observe and never address it, but from the conversations I've had with Josie and the relationship we built, I felt like I owed it to her to get her help." Y/N pauses, debating if she was ready to share more of herself with Harry. "It was also that I saw myself in her, it felt familiar, and I wanted to help."

"I'm going to tell you a story."

Harry can tell it's not going to be an easy one as she's not staring at her hand, focused on the lone ring she has on her index finger. "You don't have to."

She reaches over and squeezes his hand once to let him know it's alright. "I was nine years old when I walked in on my dad cheating on my mom with his secretary. I told her as soon as she came home and she didn't believe me. She went as far as calling me an attention seeker. By the end of the week, we were living with my grandparents. I didn't see my parents again after that day. At age ten, I started visiting the counselor because I blamed myself for my sister no longer having parents. I wouldn't even allow myself to talk to her; I was just consumed by guilt taking all the blame when I shouldn't have."

Y/N knows Harry's gaze is on her, but she doesn't dare look up, not wanting to see the pity in his eyes. "Don't think I've stopped since then. A big reason I'm doing the job I am now is for those who helped me along the way.

"Y/N,"

"Harry, no pity comments. I've made my peace, sure the trauma never truly leaves, but you overcome it."

"Thank you for sharing that with me, I know I don't deserve it, but I'm grateful."

Harry needs to apologize; he wants to leave here today knowing he didn't lose a friend.

"I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Harry, you-"

"No, I really am; I didn't mean a word I said. I know you're more than a coach, and you're not lousy; you're brilliant. You're my daughter's favorite person. I didn't mean it, and I hope you'll forgive me."

"I accept your apology, that was a bad day for all of us, but I can move past it if you can?"

"Yes, I would love that. I feel awful you're someone I trust, a friend. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

"Thank you, Harry."

"One more thing."

"Yes, go on."

"Can you recommend a therapist for me? Talking with Dr. Hernandez was amazing, and I think I would benefit from it."

Y/N doesn't make any comment, just nods. "I'll send you a list of therapists but do know you'll always find a friend in me if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or someone to watch over you as you get drunk."

Harry chuckles; he'll keep that in mind for future references.

"There's a knock on the door. "Yes, come in."

"Sylvia is ready for Mr. Styles."

"Thank you, Alycia. I'll walk him to her office."

Y/N stands, and Harry follows close behind as they make their way out to reunite him with his daughter.

"Y/N, can I hug you?"

She bits back the smile threatening to overtake her face at how small he looks asking. "Yes, that's fine."

Harry doesn't wait for another second; he throws his arms around her holding her tight. He hadn't been lucky enough to hug her before, but now doing it, he doesn't think he ever wants to go a day without one.

They walk out, both having heated faces due to enjoying being the embrace of one another. She walks them a few doors down and knocks, waiting for the go-ahead to go in.

"One last thing," She says, pointing a hand to his chest."

"Name it." He'd give her anything.

"Jo comes back to the team. You bring her to the game this weekend."

"Yes, of course."

She beams at his response, "Great."

Y/N peeks her head in, locking eyes with Sylvia. "Alright, to come in, Doc?"

"Of course, Josephine, this is my good friend and coworker Y/N."

Josie turns and smiles wide, jumping up when she sees her walk in with Harry right behind her.

"Hiya, champ. Seems to have found your dad lost out here."

Josie giggles and runs into her arms, hugging her tightly.

"I've missed you."

"As have I little miss sunshine. I missed my fastest midfielder at the game. All the girls missed you."

"Awe, I'll be back," she looks up at Harry with a look of worry on her face. "Right, daddy?"

"Yes, darling. Got a game at ten am on Saturday."

Josie lets out a loud shriek.

"So this is Coach." Dr. Hernandez says with a knowing smile.

"Yes, she's great," Josie responds, holding tight to Y/N's hand.

Y/N chuckles. "How about you and I go draw a picture to add to my office while Dr. Hernandez and your dad tie up some little things."

"Okay."

They walk out hand in hand as Josie catches up with Y/N on everything she did on her week away. Not shying away from how she handled the now resolved issue with her father.

"You don't look as blue," Dr. Hernandez comments."

"Sorry," Harry blushes, having been lost in thought on the two girls who just walked out.

"Mr. Styles, your aura is soft, kinder."

"Yeah, I think she has that effect on people."

"You might be right."

Things are finally looking up, and Harry looks forward to rebuilding his relationship with Josie and hopefully creating one with Y/N besides their parent and coach relationship.

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It's been two weeks since Josie came back to play, and thing's have been going smoothly. Harry begins helping out with cleaning up at the end of practice to talk to Y/N more. He asks more about her job and how the doctorate is going. He worries she might be juggling too much, but she assures him she has a smooth dynamic of handling everything.

It's a cold Saturday morning, it's the quarter-finals, and the nerves are high for everyone. The girls finished on top of the leaderboard, but the league likes doing a championship game to honor all the hard-working teams.

Y/N is quieter this morning, and all the parents have picked up on it. They are used to her light and kind nature, wishing everyone a good day and accepting treats. Cynthia's mom is in charge of snacks for today and offered her a muffin one she never says no to except today.

It immediately puts everyone in a skittish mood.

Truthfully, Y/N isn't here for the parents, but the girls and the team they are against is the dirtiest. Most girls are nine and will be moving up a division, but Coach Roman teaches them that dirty plays will make them win. Her girls are strong players, but she reminds them of the importance of sportsmanship and playing with heart.

Y/N even makes sure she cannot be approached by anyone, only the girls and Kate, as they start to warm up on the field. The girls do their drills as Kate stands quietly by your side.

"Someone can't take their eye off of you."

"Stop."

"It's true though, he was pouting when he saw you on the field clipboard in hand," Kate says with a giggle.

"Shush."

"Going to ask him on a date?"

"Only if we win."

That shuts Kate up, "You're joking."

Y/N slowly shakes her no, "Girls, two lines, run through side net shots."

Kate and Y/n stand back to back as the girls pass, and they kick it-bag, giving them only a second to angle themselves. This is one of their favorite warm-ups, and she's glad she can still talk with Kate during it.

"What made you finally decide?"

"I realized he's not going to make a move because one he fears I'm going to reject him and two it goes horribly wrong, then he might never show his face around here again. I'm positive he likes me."

Kate nods, "he likes you, adores you. He's got it bad." She's quiet for a moment before starting up again, "I know we're going to win, so how are you going to ask him? I'm going to need all the details."

"I'm going to go up to him and ask him out to dinner, simple as that."

Y/N changes the drill marking the end of their conversation; she leads the girl into two groups of keep away while Kate takes Dawson, their goalie, to keep warming up.

Before they know it, captains and coaches are called. Coach Roman is smug and annoying as he shakes her hand. The girls pick heads and win the coin toss. They choose to have kickoff; Roman's girls decide to stay on their side, meaning everything to their advantage as they have the slight uphill to battle through for the first half, and the second will use it to their advantage.

The starting lineup is quick to attack, and in a matter of minutes, Juliet scored a goal from a pass from Imelda. The girls' cheer, happy to be leading the game. They know better than getting cocky; if anything, this intensifies their speed at playing. The next twelve minutes of the second quarter are stressful as Josie makes it a two-zero lead from a corner kick. Just as half-time is to be called, a midfield slips through the defense from the back and gets it over Dawson's head, and just like that, the referee calls it.

Y/N can't remember the last time she was this anxious. It's foul after foul, and she's had enough of it.

Kate is quick to round up the girl, not wanting to monopolize all their time, wanting them to relax mostly to stay in a positive mindset. Kate leads the talk letting them know they are doing well and that the left-wing is getting beat, but having the downhill in favor should help her out now. Y/N went around making sure each girl was safe and had no injuries, only grass stains on their knees.

"Be aggressive, but don't stoop to their level."

"Yes, coach" is heard in unison as a response.

Each girl goes to their bags and starts to stretch, knowing they can't approach their parents because it's easy for them to influence them on how they are playing. Everyone respects it, but there are a few times a parent comes by.

She decides to take a walk, getting away from the girls. She just wants to relax and not be as tense for the end of the half.

She nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears someone call her name.

"Fuck, Harry. You scared me."

He raises his hands up in defense. "Sorry, I was just checking if you are okay?"

Y/N doesn't hesitate to rush into his arms, tucking her head into his neck. Harry, without hesitation, wraps his arms around her. He runs his hand down her back softly, hoping she finds it comforting.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." She holds him tighter, so he goes on. "You're okay, yeah, doing a good job. Girls are playing well. Taking care of each other, just like you taught them."

She slowly nods her head, she's calmed down, and Y/n thinks it might have to do with his soothing heartbeat.

"Deep breaths, love, Come on with me."

Harry breathes in and out until she does it with him. He feels her relax and tries to pull her back, but her grip is tight.

"It's okay, not going anywhere."

"Sorry," she whispers.

"No need to apologize, love."

"I just don't like when coaches teach their girls to play dirty; I hate injuries. They're just kids." She whispers, looking up at him now.

"They'll be okay."

"You don't know that. We have two quarters left."

Harry knows he won't be able to comfort her like he wants when he hears the ref blow the whistle. "Look, the girls are about to start, and they need a coach."

She nods, knowing she has to go back to her coaching mentality. The girls are her main priority; she can do this.

"Thank you, Harry."

"I'm here for you, whenever you need."

Y/N jogs over, nudging Kate playfully, who is shooting her suggestive eyes. They let the captain lead the huddle and listen intently before wishing them luck. The parents clap as the team cheer echoes out.

Only twenty-four minutes left, they can do this. She knows they can. The referees assured them he'd get a better eye on them, not wanting anyone to be carried off injured. Y/N refuses to take her eyes off of her girls. Constantly reminding them to keep communicating with each other when she hears them go quiet.

The last two quarters pass much quicker than the first; the girls play with more fleeting touches, not allowing the other team to put pressure on them.

Just when number eleven is close to getting the ball, Leslie switches the ball over to the other side; Y/N is shocked at how well Josie brings it down, she constantly struggles with this at practice, but she knows that Josie has been putting in the extra work.

She can hear Harry clapping and cheering on Josie; Y/N shouts her praise, letting her know she's doing well. Andie gets a breakaway, and it's a one-be-one versus the goalie. She fakes right as it goes left, touching it in softly, and in it goes. Y/N can't stop cheering, feeling the buzz all over her body. She's incredibly proud of the hard work they have all put in. Just as they reset and the ball is passed back, the whistle is blown and signifies they have won.

Golden Sparks are moving on to the semi-finals.

The girls are quick to jog in and tackle Y/N and Kate in a massive group hug. Y/N is going to be basking in this happiness for the entire weekend.

Y/N sends all the girls to their parents, letting them know she was okay doing the clean-up on her own. Kate stuck around, as did Juliet, because she wanted to have breakfast with Y/N telling her parents they were not welcome to come even though the invitation was extended to them. Clara and Xavier did not take any offense, happy to go back home and nap the morning away if their young toddler would let them.

Y/N approaches Harry after she gets everything settled in her trunk. He smiles at her, walking over helping her close her trunk as they wave by to Kate together. Josie and Juliet hang out in Harry's car, going through his Spotify playlist as they skip song after song, not being a fan of his taste.

Y/N lets out a deep breath, "I've been working up the courage to do this."

"Do what lovely? Harry asks curiously.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" Y/N feels her stomach tense up as she waits for a response; by his wide eyes, she can tell he wasn't expecting her to say that, but he plays it off well.

"Asking me on a date?"

"I am."

Harry agrees, "I'd like that."

"Does Friday work for you?"

"Yes, great."

"I'll uh, pick you up."

"Proper wine and dine, love." She chuckles because, yeah, she wants to swoop Harry off his feet just like he did to her without even trying.

Y/N gives him a hug holding him tight for a few seconds, smiling up at Harry feeling giddy that they had a date planned after two months of flirting that they weren't sure would go anywhere.

"Juliet, we got to go."

"Okay, auntie." Juliet slams the door just a tad bit too hard, making Y/N mutter an apology.

"Bye, Harry."

"Bye, love."

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Friday had arrived quicker than Harry expected. He got to see Y/N during the week because of the practices, and he was texting her every chance he got. He wanted to let her know he liked her and he was serious about pursuing her. It's been a long time since his last relationship, but call him cliche with Y/N; it all feels right. That everything is falling into place like it should.

Now here he sat on his couch waiting for Y/N to arrive; he had changed his outfit three times because she told him casually, and he couldn't settle on a look. It wasn't until he put on a plain black tee that hugged her arms just right and white linen cropped pleated trousers that he felt ready. He even broke out his new white Vans for the evening.

Harry was about to check the time when there was a knock on his door. He couldn't tame the butterflies in his stomach if he tried. As he opened the door, Harry let out a laugh because there stood the most beautiful woman holding up a bouquet of red lilies. He's falling in love, and there's no stopping him; he just hopes she's there to catch him.

"Hi Harry, these are for you."

Harry laughs, not knowing how to react to receiving flowers, "I'm speechless." He accepts them and gently cradles them in his arms. "I'll put them in water, and we can go."

"Sure, no rush." Y/N admires his living room, never having stepped foot in his house until today, and it's small but cozy. There are photos of all his family framed on the wall to her right. He has a small bookshelf that holds more vinyl than books.

Harry comes back and sees her staring at a photo of Josie on her first birthday covered in cake from head to toe. "I'd give you a tour, but I'm actually really excited to start our date."

"I'm sure they'll be another time."

She walks down his driveway to her parked car allowing Harry to have a moment to look her over. She's dressed casually; she has high-waisted jeans that show off all her beautiful assets. Her lavender cardigan looks warm; she left it open to expose a white plain top. It is genuinely a casual look, but she makes it look over the top.

"You look beautiful," Harry tells her as she stands by her car door.

Y/N does a small twirl before jokingly curtsying for him. "Glad you think so. Those trousers are doing your thighs justice if I do say so myself."

Harry giggles loving how easy she compliments him.

"Right, I wanted to take you mini golfing but considering it's a Friday and summer, it's going to be packed with teenagers."

"Oh, you definitely saved us."

"Yeah, I thought we could take Josie during the middle of the week as a date. I bet she'd enjoy it. Although, I never keep track of points because I'm too competitive."

The date has barely started, and she's left him speechless twice.

"You want Josie to join us on dates." Harry states.

She looks over at him quickly as they are stopped at a red light, "Of course, Harry. She's your daughter; I don't expect you to find a sitter every time we want to go out together. Isn't it like if you're dating me, you're dating my daughter."

He chuckles, "but not on our first date."

"Honestly, I think we were long overdue for a date."

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you out all summer long," He confesses.

Y/N gasps in shock as she signals a right turn, briefly checking her blind spot before making the turn. "Yet, it only happened with a few weeks left in summer."

"Yeah, but we got here, didn't we?"

Y/N leans over and places her hand on his thigh, squeezing him twice, "Yes, we did."

Harry sees her turn into a diner that looks a bit run down; he doesn't dare question her because she seems so excited as she gets out of the car and waits for him by the trunk. Y/N extends her hand for him to take, and he does without a hint of hesitation.

Y/n leads the way, but he hurries to open the door for her. She thanks him with a squeeze of the hand. Walking in, he was startled at how Harry felt he was transported to a seventies diner. The booths were red and looked sparklingly new. To the left was a jukebox that he was desperate to have a look at, maybe dedicate a song to Y/N. The floor's black and white pattern shined at him as the waiter wore a nice button-up with a black bow tie, a red and white striped apron thrown over, his name tag said James.

"After you," Y/N said, wanting Harry to pick a booth side; he knew better than to fight her and slid in on the left side. Harry is surprised when Y/N slides in right next to him. "This alright, Harry?"

Harry grins at her, dimples on display just for her. "Yeah, just caught me by surprise."

She opens up the menu sliding the other one away so they could share. Y/N points to some of her favorite items on the menu and cringing at ones she disliked.

"You know the menu well." Harry states before deciding on the turkey burger she had raved about.

Y/N chuckles, closing the menu. "My grandparents brought Clara and me here every other weekend, never letting us eat out. My grandmother was against the food industry, and she knew the owner here prided themselves on giving back to the community. Always holding fundraisers or donating to local teams."

"Fast food industry isn't the best, but I thank them because I can get Thai food delivered to my house."

Y/N doesn't have time to respond, as their waiter comes back with two glasses of water. "I'll have the turkey burger, no onions, and fries instead of the salad."

Harry didn't know she didn't like onions but made a mental note on it, "I'll also have the turkey burger and the side salad. Oh, and the couple milkshake, we agreed on strawberry, right?"

Y/N nods her head, "I had forgotten about that, but yeah, two straws, please."

"I'll have that out shortly," James tells them, walking away.

"The shake is too hard to die for; it has whipped cream on the top and bottom. It's freshly made, nothing like the canned kind. It's large! Made to be shared, thank goodness you remembered."

Harry shrugs, "That's what I'm here for."

Harry loves how easy conversation flows with Y/N. He doesn't have to force himself to say try to think of a topic or question to ask her. She's very open in sharing herself with him, he's never had someone drop down all his walls this quick, yet again, he might have dropped back ages ago.

Y/N talks to him about his grandparents and how adoring they were. That they supported all of her dreams, even the ones that we're crazy, like wanting to become a witch because she wanted to make flowers grow from her palm. Harry shared how the first year of Josie being born, he felt like he never slept, always nervous something would happen. He also tells her how living in Georgia is something he didn't enjoy, but he also didn't want to bounce Josie around from school to school. It was only date one, but Harry was excited for what the future had in store for them.

When James came back to drop off their burgers and shake. Y/N didn't even hear him too busy laughing at a dumb joke Harry had told her; he can't even remember the joke he made because her laugh is music to his ears.

Y/N waits for Harry to take his first bite, and he decides to tease her just a bit. He slowly raises the burgers stopping an inch from his lips; Y/N sits there, chin perched on her hand as if she has all the time in the world to wait for him.

"I'm in no rush, casanova." She smirks, not falling for his game.

Harry knows eating burgers is nothing sexual, so he decides to go all in. He moans at the first taste he gets, it's juicy, and the pepper jack cheese is perfectly melted, adding an excellent combination.

"Love, that is an amazing burger."

"I know." She's already gotten a bite in. She eyes his salad plate for a moment before looking back over to her fries.

"You want some, sweetheart?"

Y/N giggles at his comment, "God no. I eat healthy enough already, thanks to Juliet, but can I have some of your ranch?"

Harry understands eating healthy, he does it for Josie, and since Y/N is constantly around Juliet, it makes sense she would change her eating habits but does know as an aunt she's easier to give in to desserts. Not that he minds; he needs more sweetness in his life.

"Sure, you eat it with your fries. That's interesting."

She shrugs, "I don't think it is. Everyone in my family eats fries with ranch, including Josie."

"If Josie starts eating fries like that, I will know who to blame."

Y/N bumps her shoulder with Harry, "Haha."

They eat most of their meal in silence. Occasionally, Harry steals a few fries causing Y/N to chuckle before turning her plate, so Harry didn't have to reach over her. She doesn't chastise him about not ordering fries if he wanted some. Harry likes how much he enjoys spending time with Y/N.

"What's one thing you hope to accomplish within the next five years?" Harry asks as Y/N passes the shake back to him and takes a generous drink. They had finished eating, and now we're trying to finish the shake that Harry thought was smaller than what had arrived at their table.

"My usual answer is a doctor, but what's happening next year, so, give me a moment," Harry waits for her, watching as she plays with the rings on his right hand. They went front sitting thigh to thigh to Y/N, hooking her leg to Harry's, causing her to lean more on him. Harry liked it, and if he wasn't somewhere public or their first date, he would have pulled her into his lap. He took a chance and set his hand on top of her thigh; to his surprise, she placed her hand on top of his, intertwining their fingers together.

Every little thing she did made him fall deeper and deeper.

"I want to run a marathon."

"A marathon? I didn't know you were a runner."

"Oh yeah, last December I ran a half marathon, and it was hell, but once the runner high hits, it's the most wonderful thing."

"Why not do it now?"

Y/N frowns, taking off the rose ring from his finger and slipping it on one of hers. "The training is rigorous. You have to work up the miles constantly and eat better. I would rather enjoy the upcoming year."

"Well, when it happens, I can't wait to be there cheering you on." He tells her with a hopeful look.

"I'll hold you to that, Styles."

Harry smiles, hoping she does, hoping he gets to spend many more years to come with her in his life.

Y/N excuses herself to the restroom, and Harry decides it's a good time to pick a song. He approached it grateful to half a quarter hanging in his pocket. The jukebox looked old but well kept. Harry saw over 100 songs but searched for a specific one in mind; he was thrilled to see it was on there. Just as it started to play, he saw Y/N walking back towards him, so he hurried over to slide into their seat.

"You know, you're kind of clumsy."

"Am not," he denies.

"Oh, sorry, so it wasn't you who bumped into the table as you made your way to sit down."

Harry decides not to respond, knowing she saw him embarrass himself, and instead starts singing along to the song. The smile on her face widens as she hears how good he is.

"I'm not surprised you picked Fleetwood Mac, "songbird" is a sweet song."

"Am I that predictable?"

She nods, "Jo always sings one of their songs; at the sleepover, she said that's what you played most, so I taught her my favorites."

"Is it you I have to thank for the ABBA and Selena obsession?" He playfully glares.

"Guilty. She needed to brighten her horizon."

"Josie doesn't even know Spanish."

"Ah, but she will now."

"You're weird." Y/N shrugs in acceptance, knowing he meant it as a compliment.

As Harry's song comes to an end, she jumps up and rushes over to pick her song. She doesn't shy away about dancing her way back over to him. She mouths along to "The Name of the Game," moving her body to the beat.

"The name of the game?"

"You know it, darling."

Harry feels the heat in his cheek and hopes Y/N won't bring it up. She gets him flustered in just a few words.

"You know this is about falling in love with your therapist," he states

"Harry!" She exclaims. "No, the song is open to interpretation."

"What do you think?"

"I think it's about the early days of your relationship and wondering if it'll be something more or not. Also, that bridge, I mean come on."

Harry loves how passionate she is about the song. He loves that she's not afraid to share her thoughts with him, and he realizes he's doing the same. He can't help himself and leans in to press a kiss to her temple, throwing an arm over her shoulder to pull her close as they sit there listening to the song to the end.

"Ready to go, angel?" He feels her mutter a small okay, as she gets up, offering her hand to him as he's at the edge. "Let's go take care of the bill."

Y/N chuckles, "Already did, Harry."

Harry pulls her back, turning her to face him, "When?"

"The restroom, oldest trick in the book."

"Sneaky, sneaky."

Y/N, let's Harry lead the way out this time; they say goodnight to the staff and hurry over to the car. He didn't bring a coat, and he still wasn't used to how cold California got at night. He thought summer meant warm nights with a gentle breeze, not chilly air. Y/N seemed to not mind it, not hurrying after Harry as he jumped into the passenger seat.

"Afraid of the cold, H."

"Yes, why is it so bad?"

"Didn't you get snow in December up in the peach state? Also, aren't you from where the sun never shines?" Y/N teases him as she settles in her seat, turning on the heater for Harry.

"We visit occasionally; I can handle the weather with the appropriate clothing." He pouts at her, rubbing his arms.

Y/N turns around, reaching for something in the backseat before settling in again and settling it in Harry's lap. She doesn't say anything besides dazzling him with a smile and pulling out of the parking lot.

Harry slips it on over his head and finds it fits him loose, "I hope you know you might not be getting this back."

Y/N turns to look at him as he drags the collar up to his cheek to feel the softness it still holds, "That's my coach sweater. Kate got me a few, all in different sizes; I wear this one because I like baggy hoodies."

Harry smiles at her, he knows everything they have done has been in reverse, but he loves how confident she is. He knows she's been hurt before in the past from what she's shared but not once has he felt her trying to hide or push him away. He wants to tell her everything he's kept locked inside, he's never felt like this before, and he hopes the feeling never goes away.

"You know, if people see you wearing the sweater, they'll start talking."

Harry turns in his seat, facing her as the street lights shine on her face. "Let them. I've got no shame in people thinking you're my girlfriend. If I'm lucky enough, it might come true."

Y/N shakes her head, thankful for the darkness because he won't be able to see how her face heated up. The drive to his house was short, he wished for the night to never end, but even he knows he's not that lucky. Harry lets her know it's okay to pull into his driveway as he had his car parked on the curb right.

"I'll walk you to your door." Harry holds her hand the short way to where they will soon have to say goodnight.

Harry doesn't try getting his keys out; instead, he turns her to look at him, wanting to remember her in this moment forever. His last first date. Call him crazy, but there was no one else for him. It was always Y/N; he just had to find her.

"I had the best night with you," Harry whispers, pulling her close by her waist. She rests her hands on his shoulders and nods. "We're doing this again, Y/N."

"I got a second date." She cheers.

Harry leans his forehead against hers, smirking as he hears her breath hitch. "You get a second, a third, a fifth, a one hundred. You name it, you got it."

He's so close to closing the gap between them, feeling their breaths mix together.

"That means you'd be stuck with me for a long time."

"I want to say forever, but that might be too soon."

"Our secret." She whispers, her eyes dancing from his lips to his eyes. "Please kiss me, H."

Harry knows he won't ever be able to deny anything she wishes in life, mainly because he was close to losing her once before.

His lips moved slowly, savoring the feel of her against him as he pulled her close, letting himself rest against the door. He felt the butterflies in his stomach going crazy as she moved her hands to his hair, tugging on the small curls. Harry pulled back in fear of letting out a moan at the intense pleasure she made him feel.

Y/N pulls back breathless but presses her lips to his cheek, not wanting him to touch to go far. "Will you give me another, darlin'," Y/N nods a starry look in her eye as she lets Harry swoop in and take control of the kiss. This second kiss is faster and more passionate. Harry was holding back before, but now he wants her to feel everything he makes her feel. Harry wants her to know he gives her goosebumps and fireworks.

"I could kiss you all night." Harry trails kisses on her cheeks, loving how lost in his touch she is.

"Too bad, I need to rest. I've got to coach a game tomorrow."

That statement is enough to bring Harry back to reality, where he has to wake up extra earlier to pick up his daughter then drive her to the game. They have to say goodnight, even though neither one of them wants to.

Harry pulls away, dropping his hands from her waist; Y/N follows by letting her hands slide down from his hair.

"See you tomorrow?" He winks at Y/N as she walks backward, creating distance between them.

"Of course, we got a semi-final to win."

Y/N walks to her car, touches her lips feeling the lingering heat on when he kisses her breathless. She is turning on her car, making sure her headlights are on, when she sees Harry rushing down the steps toward her, the smile on his face contagious.

"What is it?" She asks as she rolls down her window, knowing she wouldn't leave soon if she got out.

"A kiss for the road."

Y/N couldn't dare deny him a kiss, especially when she was craving more already.

Harry slipped a hand the back of her neck, fearing she'd pull back sooner than he wanted. Her lips tasted like cherry; he figures she put on chapstick. This was only their third kiss, but it had only gotten better. Harry swiped his tongue against her bottom lip, begging for entrance, but she pulled back, letting out a breathless laugh at the pout he made, no longer able to feel her against him. She leans and pecks at the corner of his mouth, whispering a goodnight as he steps back, letting her drive away.

It may be too soon, but he might just love her.

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The semi-final had to be one of the most intense games she had seen the young girls play. It was goal after goal from each team, neither one backing down on the pressure.

In the second half, she told them she was proud that if they kept playing how they were, this game was theirs. Going in a 3-2 lead, the girls stood shocked when, in a corner kick, the other team had been able to get it into the back of the net and over Dawson.

Kate thought this might knock them down, but it sparked something in all of them. All the parents stood up from their seats when they saw them dance around the opposing team switching the ball side to side. Honestly, it was something far advanced than they've ever presented.

Y/N was in awe; their communication was at a new level. There wasn't much time left, and Kate feared penalty kicks even if they were prepared for it.

Lani had control of the middle field; she just needed to get it past their defense. Juliet had defenders marking her tight, no way able to make a run towards the goal. If they played it right, Juliet would draw them out, leaving a gap allowing them to make a run for it. That's all they needed for a foot race.

Kate was sitting on the bench holding tightly onto Sarah Beth's hand, not able to take the pressure; then again, no one could take it. It all happened so fast; one moment, Juliet ran towards the midfield, two defenses following close behind when she got a touch on the ball, letting her send it back where it came from, then straight down the line. Jo and Franny ran down both sides too far ahead to be stopped; Jo was able to get a touch on it, crossing it straight to Franny, who shot at goal but was stopped by the opposing goalie. Jo was there for the rebound striking it in.

Goal!

She did it. She made the final goal.

Jo was quick to be bombarded by the rest of her teammates hugging her as they ushered back for the kick-off. Y/N wished she could run in there and hug her, telling her how proud she was, but for now, shouting 'great job' and 'stay focused' would be enough. Y/N looked over at Harry, who was wiping his tears still yelling proudly for his daughter, and like he knew she was staring, he looked over at her giving her the cheesiest grin she had ever seen on him.

The game finished, and the Golden Sparks won another game, taking them to the final the following week. Y/N congratulated the girls telling how proud she was of them and the hard work they put in each game. She told them she can't wait to see them on Monday and to have a wonderful weekend. Then told their parents to spoil them a little extra this weekend that earned a cheer from all the girls.

As Y/N was packing up her things, Kate and a few other parents already helped carry everything over to Kate's car. She felt arms around her waist.

"Hey, quickster," Y/N says, turning, allowing her niece to hug her properly.

"The girls are going to get ice cream if you want to go with them; Emilia's mom will text you the address," Juliet asks, but Y/N has spent enough time with them and wants to let them be.

"Thanks for the offer, but you have a good time. I'll let your mom know Emilia's mom is dropping you off." Juliet nods, giving her one more hug before hurrying over to Emilia's car, where Jo also happens to get in. She sends them away; she notices Harry a few vehicles over putting a bag away when she reaches her car.

Something comes over her because the next thing she knows, she's calling his name and standing next to him.

"Hiya, love. Doing alright?"

Y/N tucks her hair behind her ear and nods, "Yes, all good. That was an exciting game."

"Good to hear."

"You doing anything now?" She asks, peeking over her shoulder, seeing Kate has her eye on her, but she just rolls her eyes before looking back at Harry.

"Going home, my munchkin left me."

"Well, there's a great Mexican restaurant here if you'd like to join me for lunch."

Harry smirks, "Asking me on another date, are you?"

"I have to when I know you're still a bit nervous about making a move," she confesses bashfully.

Harry's not surprised she can so easily read him; all the walls he had left are gone.

"Then I'd be honored."

"Great, uh good. Just follow me then."

Arriving, they were seated quickly. A plate of chips and salsa were delivered shortly, Harry asked for guacamole. Y/N didn't argue, knowing for many people that was one of their favorite dips. Personally, she wasn't a fan. She didn't like the texture. Most people were shocked at the revelation, and no doubt Harry would as well.

"What's good here, love?" Harry says, leaning into her side to peek at her menu instead of opening his.

"Hmmm...honestly everything. I always get something different when I come, but you can never go wrong with tacos."

"Alright, you want to share?"

Y/N shrugs, "We can. I'm not picky, but I am starving."

"Have some guacamole; you haven't gotten any."

"No thanks, I'm not a fan."

"You serious?"

"Yes, Harry."

"That's strange."

"What is?" She sets the menu down to look over at him.

"I mean, it's fine. At least you'll never buy avocado toast for like six dollars." He chuckles, and Y/N can't help but join in.

Their waiter comes over, "Estan listos para ordenar?"

Y/N nods, "Hola, si. Dos tacos de asada, y dos de al pastor. Por favor."

Harry is staring intently at his menu, not speaking a word as they wait for his order. "You alright, darling?"

He leans close to whisper in her ear, not able to focus on the term of endearment, "Can you order for me?"

She doesn't tease him, just smiles, "Y una orden de enchiladas rojas."

Their waiter smiles and walks away, promising to be back shortly.

"Have we discussed you speaking a second language?"

"I thought we had." She brushes it off like it's no big deal.

"I don't think so."

"Okay, I took YMCA classes from age seven and did so all the way until college. Even have a minor in Spanish."

"Impressive."

"Sorry if you felt uncomfortable. They speak English as well but primarily speak Spanish."

Harry shakes his head, not wanting her to feel bad, "No, I was just caught by surprise. Hearing you speak Spanish was a turn-on."

"I'll keep that in mind." She winks at him, glad to see the blush spread on his cheeks.

Lunch went great, just as she had expected. They shared food, Y/N enjoying Harry's enchiladas much more than the tacos. Harry happily ate the three tacos she left after eating most of his plate, not that he minded. Y/N appreciated how open he was in sharing food. She had always done it growing up, so Harry allowing her to do the same made her find more profound comfort in their already growing relationship.

Harry beat her to the bill, and she let him take it not without letting him know she'd get it the next time. They stood outside together, allowing the nice breeze to brush over then neither one was eager to say goodbye. They knew they would see each other soon, but with the growing affection, they just craved more time together, more time getting to know each other.

Harry had her pressed against her car door, hidden from the view of others. "We should do this again."

"We should," she agrees.

"My house Thursday night, Josie is going out with Sarah and Mitch to watch a movie, most likely do a sleepover as well."

"I'd like that. We'll see if you can maybe have a sleepover yourself."

Harry smirks, liking the idea of her spending the night with him, not caring that they both had work the following day.

"Are you going to kiss me?"

"I want to."

"You have my full permission," she teases.

Y/N met him halfway and pressed, letting him press his lips against hers. As she kissed him back, she wanted him to feel how much she liked him, how fast she was falling for him. His hands wrapped around her waist tight; it gave her comfort. She knew he wouldn't let go until she asked.

She felt her beat just a little fast as she left out a soft moan; she shifted closer as his mouth opened over hers and his tongue slid between her lips.

He was in control of her. She did not mind one bit.

With a sigh, she tilted her so he could kiss her more deeply; he didn't need any encouragement to do as she wished. His kiss became more intense, she could feel the burn between her thighs, wanting more, needing more, and that's when she knew she had to pull back, but he beat her to it.

Harry pulls back, staying close enough that he could steal another kiss, "God, I can't get enough of you."

He surprised her, how open he became with her feelings, she hadn't asked how his therapy was going, but god, it must have been doing wonders if she could feel every emotion that was going through him as she gazed into his loving emerald eyes.

"I'll see you soon, darling." Harry took that as his cue to let his hold of her go.

"Not soon enough," he whispers.

"You'll see me Monday," she reminds him.

"Can I steal a kiss then?"

"If you're lucky."

Y/N knew it wouldn't be long until she could say she was in love with Harry.

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Harry never thought he'd be the type of guy to be excited over a simple call or text reading: 'I'm thinking of you." She's made him feel good and confident in their relationship. He sent flowers to her work that led to her sending him a selfie with her face buried in the flowers.

At practice, he knew she couldn't pay attention to him, but that didn't mean he couldn't. He saw how fast she moved with the ball showing the girls a new drill, then doing it again slowed down, making sure they all understood. He admired how she never got frustrated. He knew how hard it was to handle one eight-year-old, but sixteen was impressive. He'd sit there for hours just admiring her if he could.

On Tuesday, he called Alycia, the receptionist at Y/N's office, asking for her lunch schedule, wanting to drop by and leave her lunch. She let him know she was taking it later that day at 2 since she was so busy. He decided that a BLT sandwich from two blocks away would do as she had once expressed to him how well done they were, promising to take him one day.

He walked in, noting how few people were in the waiting room, but eagerly stepped up to the counter. Alycia greeted him kindly, now seeing him more than once when he took Josie to her first session. Josie showed improvement, and each time he brought her, he made sure to leave a note behind for Y/N.

As he told Alycia to give you the food, there Y/N came walking down the hall. He was surprised at how casual, yet professional her look was; she had a silky oversized button shirt tucked into her linen pants, wearing her brown loafers he knew she didn't use often.

"Alycia, can you update this- Harry!" Y/N looks shocked to see him standing in front of her, not at all expecting to see him; she just planned on calling him later at night like they had been doing the past few days.

"Hi, love. Brought you lunch." He smiled sheepishly, holding up the bag.

She laughs, handing over the file to Alycia then stepping towards Harry to wrap him in a hug she has been wanting to do since she laid eyes on him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight against him, taking in her sweet honey scent. Before pulling back, remembering, after all, she was at work.

"I'm starving, thank you, darling. I was about to head out." Y/N rubs her stomach jokingly.

"Well, I'll leave you to it. See you tomorrow."

Y/N pouts, "You're not staying?"

"Well, I didn't want to assume."

"Assume, please." She laughs at the smile she gets Harry to give her.

They excuse themselves from Alycia and walk towards her office. They take a seat on her couch as Harry hands her the sandwich. They ate together, and for the forty-five minutes they had together, it was perfect; they shared stories of how their week was going at how Josie was anxious for the game and just promising to see each other soon. Harry got a kiss goodbye and was glad he would be seeing her the following day.

It's Thursday night, and Harry will finally get her for more than half an hour. Josie left a few hours ago to watch the movie with Sarah and Mitch, her sleepover bag on her shoulder not at all a surprise for Harry. He glanced around his house and knew it wasn't the cleanest. Josie always had some stuff scattered around the house, but he knew it just gave the house character.

"Hey, I'm outside," Y/N tells him on the phone before hanging up.

He rushes to the door, swinging it open to see her shut the door with her hip before making her way to him, a grin on her face as she carries a pink box in one hand and what he assumes to be food in another.

"You said you don't always like having to cook, and I know you said you love Thai." She giggles as he reaches to take the bag out of her hand, letting the smell take over.

"This is sweet, love. I appreciate it."

"Well, of course," she shrugs off his compliment. "I wanted to do something nice."

"I feel like I should be the one doing sweet things for you," he confesses as he guides her to his kitchen.

Y/N frowns, "Darling, we can move past that."

"Can we?"

"Of course, I feel like we've grown in the last few weeks. There's a different type of trust, don't you think?" She turns to face him, knowing the conversation was serious.

"Do you know how sorry I am?"

She nods, slowly stepping towards him, stopping right in front of him. She lifts her hand under his chin to have him look at her. "I do, and I forgive you. Sometimes we let our emotions win."

"I hope you know I'd never do that again." His voice is soft.

"I know."

She leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.

"Dinner?" She beams.

"Yes, of course."

The meal is good, probably one of the best foods he's had in a long time. She didn't pick this up from his usual place but wouldn't tell him where she went. Told him she needed to keep some things to herself to keep surprising him. Harry finished most of the meal and then opened the pink box she left on the table that held a mixture of donut holes.

"You've still got room," she exclaims.

"They smell so good." He defends. Y/N laughs but rejects the offer to have one.

After cleaning up, he leads them to the living room, deciding to watch a movie. The scroll endlessly for a few minutes before settling on Life As We Know It. Harry shared that it was one he enjoyed watching back, and she agreed.

They had only gotten thirty minutes in before they began chatting. Y/N went on about how she was planning a trip to take two up north wanting to visit June Lake and hike some trails. Y/N's sister was going to see Xavier's family in San Diego, so they couldn't go up with her. Harry, without thinking, said if she'd have them, they could go. She didn't respond, making him assume she didn't want them to join, but she surprised him by hugging him.

"Best idea you've had tonight. I'll make all the reservations. Just let me know when you're free." She told him before settling back down next to him, her hand on his thigh going back to the movie. She was grinning at the montage of Holly and Eric and how they were learning how to co-parent Sophie. Harry had not taken his eyes off of her; she laughed as Sophie pooped in Eric's old hat.

"You're staring." She narrows her eyes at him, suspicious.

"It's because you're beautiful."

"Thank you," she answers timidly. "Very sweet of you."

"Of course, I'm going to spend the rest of my life telling you how beautiful you are if you let me."

"God, you're smooth."

Harry smirks, "Smooth enough for a kiss."

She didn't answer him; she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him forward so that he could meet her halfway, and pressed her lips against his. Harry was quick to take control, slipping his hands around her waist and placing her on his lap, "this okay," he asked, quickly pulling back making sure she said yes. Once he had a go-ahead, he went back to her lips; she shifted closer, now touching chest to chest, not a single space in between as his tongue slipped into her mouth, prideful of the moan she released against his mouth.

Harry smoothed his hands from down her waist to rest on her ass, then cupped her and held her to him as he thrust against her. He pulled back for a second fearful he went too far; Y/N frowned, slowly opening her eyes whispering "again" against his lips, and who was he to deny her.

She could feel his hesitation, slid her hands up, and cupped his jaw, "You're okay, we're okay. You're taking care of me. I want this."

Harry swallowed hard, noting she never stopped rocking herself on top of him. His mouth curved in a slight grin, pushing up to meet her, he felt her go soft in his arms, and that's when he really realized the effect he has on her.

He needed her lips on him, it had only been a few moments, but he was craving her. He laid a string of kisses up her neck until he reached her mouth, lips swollen, but he knew she was eager for more.

"Harry, please." She had a hand tangled in his curls, needing to close the distance.

"I got you, love."

He tilted her head, allowing him to kiss her deeply, the kiss only more intense than before. If he didn't need to breathe, he would kiss her forever, never stopping.

"So pretty, all those moans just for me,"

"All for you," she breathes out.

Harry smirked, moving her up and down over his pants at a steady rhythm, but she was fighting for control.

"Harry."

"It's alright, love, let yourself go. Show me how pretty you look when you come."

Y/N was so close, tensed her thighs around him about to reach her release when they heard a phone ringing, halting their movements. Harry groans, pressing one more lingering kiss to her puckered lips, before reaching over to the side table to his right for his phone, "not me."

She holds back a whine, getting up for her phone inside her jacket. "Whoever it is, don't answer," he half-jokes.

Y/N giggles and looks at the caller as she swipes right to answer, "it's my niece."

Harry watches as she nods, telling her to relax and that she'd be right over.

"Has our night been cut short?"

"It has. Juliet got in an argument with her dad and is now threatening to move out."

"What," he laughs, standing up as he watches her shrug her jacket on.

"Yeah, to the backyard or with me."

"She really made you a mediator."

Y/N laughs, shrugging.

As Harry is walking her to the car, he can't believe how the night turned or would have. "You know I thought it would have been my child who interrupted us."

"Well, your daughter is an angel next to Juliet."

"You really think so,"

"I know so."

"You make it so easy to fall for you," he confesses, wrapping her in a hug before she leaves him for the night.

"Harry."

"What, I mean it."

She leans up to kiss his cheek, "I'm sorry we didn't get to finish."

"Me too."

"I hope you know once I'm in bed tonight, I'll be thinking of you."

"That's not fair."

"Why not?"

"Because I want to be the one taking care of you, making a mess of you."

"We'll get there," she promises.

Harry leans in and kisses her; it's short and sweet.

"Night, Harry. See you Saturday."

"See you then. Goodnight, love."

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It's bittersweet honestly, it's the final game of the season. The girls have worked very hard to get where they are now: at the championship game. After this game, win or lose, they'll have a month off. No one will call her asking for an extra jersey, asking her for a ride, or texting her what time the game was, even with them owning the schedule. They'd all get a break until mid-September.

Harry and Josie were the first to arrive, while Kate and Y/N were setting up the warm-up drill.

"Loverboy is here." Kate teases as they walk to the bench.

"Stop." Y/N looks over at them, seeing them heading this way. "Styles family, good to see you."

"Hiya, Coach."

"Hello, Jo. You're going to go get ready?" Y/N says, looking down at the girl's black crocs with Avengers pins.

"Yup," she skips away, sitting on the grass next to Kate, who's pumping air in a few balls.

"Harry, hi."

"No darling," he teases."

She narrows her eyes at him, "I'll have you sit with the other parents if you keep teasing."

Harry looks appalled; she'd suggest such a thing, "Now that hurts."

"You know I thought you'd be sweeter, especially about that wonderful night we had Thursday."

A smile tugs up Harry's face at the memories, "My apologies, didn't want to upset my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Y/n doesn't hide her surprise.

"Yeah, uh, we've gone out enough. I like you, and I'm going out on a limb here that you like me," she nods, allowing him to continue. "You're marvelous and love, Josie; god, you even gave her a nickname. I want this; I really want to hold your hand and keep going on dates with you and kiss you. I never want to stop.

She smiles, stepping into his embrace, "I'll be your girlfriend, boyfriend."

"Enough to risk a kiss?"

She doesn't reply; instead, she leans in, giving him a chaste kiss.

"Now go be a good parent and take a seat."

Harry does so. The smile on his face mirrors her own.

The game passed in a blur; the four quarters finished quickly. Y/N had thought they lost to the other team carrying a two-one win over them. The girls didn't look defeated, but each girl she subbed came out with a sigh but cheered as the minutes counted down.

Everyone hated losing, including herself.

Then out of nowhere, Priscilla, a usually shy player, gets a touch on the ball and sends it towards the goal. The goalie lets it slip under her, and what do you know they scored. The cheers seem endless; Y/N isn't bothered with the time, knowing there isn't much left in the final quarter.

This gives the girls a new motivation like a spark has been lit. It's a game of keep-away, Blue Devils not giving up easily. Abby gets the ball at her feet, and she freezes; the goalie is running right towards her, the defense kept away by the others; it's not until someone shouts, "Shoot!" that the young girl lifts her left foot shooting it through the goalies' legs and hitting the back of the next. Then just like that, the referees blow the whistle and call the game.

The Golden Sparks had won the championship. Y/N felt the tears in her eyes, thankful for the sunglasses hiding her overflowing emotions.

Y/N laughs as she feels Kate hug her and begin jumping up and down.

"We did it!!"

"They did it!"

Y/N is swept through the motions as she shakes hands with the coaches and claps the opposing team's hands. It's not until Juliet runs towards her with full force, knocking her onto the grass, wrapping her arms around her waist, that she's brought back to the moment. Then before she knows it, there are fifteen more girls joining in on the group hug. She's not sure when Kate was dragged into it, but she feels their joy.

They have a lifetime of wins and losses coming ahead in their young lives, but she's happy to be part of one that brings them so much happiness.

The young girls help her get up before hurrying over to their waiting parents. Juliet is being smothered in kisses by her parents. Josie is passed around by Harry's friends and her godparents, congratulating her on the win. Each girl showing off their small first place trophies, indeed to be displayed for all to see somewhere in their home.

Y/N has waved almost everyone off, telling them she would see them for pizza and drinks at their usual location. She took one look around the emptying field and felt she did well this season, but there was also room for her to grow as a coach.

"Looks like you're a champion, love."

Y/N turns around to find Harry smiling at her, Josie a few feet behind, waving to a couple with a baby. "Think she's the champ; she played the game. You did wonderful out there, Jo." She grins as Jo looks at her proudly.

"I still think you should be congratulated; you led these girls. Taught them and helped them grow into becoming better little humans." he shares, grabbing her hand pulling her into his chest.

"Well, thank you." Y/N looks down at Josie, who's crouched down trying to pick up what's likely to be a worm, "Ready for some pizza, Jo?"

Josie nods, not looking up too entranced on the creature in her hands now.

"Can I give you a gift, you know for uh...winning?"

"Course, I like presents." She grins at him, eager for what it could be.

His fingers curled into her nape and pulled her head into his as he kissed her softly. She felt his full lips move over hers; she felt how much he felt for her. As Harry brought their kiss to an end, he pulled back and looked into Y/N's eyes. "Was it a good gift?"

"The best," she answers before they are interrupted by a giggling Josie, who is staring up at them.

"Does this mean you're together?" Jo asks.

Y/N and Harry share a look before looking back at Josie, who's patiently waiting, "yes."

"Oh my! Dreams come true!" She shouts, running circles around them.

"Isn't meeting dad's girlfriend too soon a bad thing?" Y/N asks Harry.

"Not when you know you're never letting go."

"Oh, I like the sound of that." She lets pull her towards him, his arm resting comfortably over her shoulder.

"Plus, you're meeting all my friends at the pizza place, they all came to cheer on Josie, and you did say everyone was invited."

"I might just regret saying that."

"It'll be fine. Not a chance you don't win them all over."

Y/N brings them to a halt, Harry smiling down at her. This is happiness; she never wants to forget it. Harry leans in, letting their mouths meet in a kiss, soft and passionate as they both spill their feelings for another, hoping that with each passing second, the emotions only get stronger and stronger.

Harry pulls back, resting his forehead against hers, "I don't know what the future will bring, but I'm glad we'll be able to see it together."

Josie walks a few steps in front of them, leading the conversation. Harry and Y/N listen intently, holding each other tightly because this is what their future will consist of; more soccer games, more smiles, more laughs but most importantly, more love.

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