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•𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽• - VI

•PAIRING: mid-honour!Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader•

•Summary: Dutch wants to move on the train..•

Warnings: suggestive at start, swearing, guns/violence, reader has a morally grey moment, Micah.

-not proof read yet, (sorry for dry summary lol)

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𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝓌 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓀𝓈..

𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒟𝓊𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒟𝓊𝓉𝒸𝒽, 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓈𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒟𝓊𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒟𝓊𝓉𝒸𝒽, 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝒷𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈.

The only noises to be heard was the scratching of lead on paper, and the wheeze of the wind protesting against the frosted glass window. Arthur sat at the foot of the bed, you still being in a light slumber, buried under the millenium of blankets. The sun reflected harshly off of the snow outside, accentuating the white light into the chilly room.

It’d been a few days since you rode out and ambushed the O’Driscolls camp, those days spent in the gloomy, glacial town of Colter. Yourself and Arthur barely leaving from in front of the fireplace in the cabin. Even though nobody had been a fan of the weather since you’d gotten here, the first couple days weren’t the worst - save for the worry of food shortage and lack of warmth - but considering it was a new environment for most of you, you’d found the beauty of the snow intriguing, but now you wished to be back in the radiating heat of the west.

Arthur let out a deep exhale, keeping his chin downwards, trying to tuck the cold skin of his face into the collar of his coat. He didn’t want to dwell on the fact he could literally see his puffs of air clouding in-front of his face. Instead, his attention moved to you when he felt you moving around under the furs, you’d been stirring for a while now - and he’d had a feeling you weren’t getting much luck trying to sleep longer anyway.

“Y’okay?” His voice came out scratchy, his throat feeling thick and dry. He cleared his throat to rid the mucus he felt, and slowly packed his journal and pencil back into his satchel while you gradually and lazily re-emerged your head from the layers of fur, and Arthur could barely see your face when you attempted to look at him over the heap of coats.

“S’too cold..” he heard you murmur, frustration in your tone as you free your arm from the covers and drag your palm down your face, trying to rub the drowsiness away.

“I know.” Arthur agreed, he was unintentionally spacing out, his eye-line directed to the frost coating the glass panes like art.

To say you felt frustrated was an overstatement, you’d barely slept the last couple of weeks, the cold making it near impossible to fully sleep - even with Arthur’s warm body pressed next to you every night.

“How long you been awake for?” You asked as you sluggishly sat up, the fur’s falling down your torso to pool around your waist.

“Couple hours..” he sighed, and as you glanced at his open satchel and got a glimpse of the familiar leather-bound journal, you were swift to put the pieces together.

“What were you drawin’?” You asked, shuffling backwards till your back met the wooden wall behind you. You absentmindedly brought your fingers to your hair, attempting to untangle the knots that had formed while you had tossed and turned in your sleep.

“Not drawin’, just writin’ down thoughts... y’know, the usual.” He said, he gently lifted your legs up and out of his lap before pulling the furs back to free his own legs.

“Wanna talk ‘bout it?” You observed him as he emerged from the bed and moved to the other end of the small room, his hands shuffling about on top of the beat-up dresser for his pack of cigarettes and the match box.

“Jus’ feel like shit - bein’ snowed in all day, missin’ the sun.” He drawled, he retook his place on the edge of the bed, busying himself with striking a match on the sole of his boot to light his smoke.

“Jus’ think, some folk be living in this weather their whole lives.. an’ they don’ know any different.” You shrugged.

“Some crazy folk..” he added,, and you let out a huff of a laugh.

“M’sure we’ll be outta here soon, jus’ gotta wait ‘till Dutch wants us to move on this train.” You sighed, trying to sound reassuring. When you watched his unchanging face have that same overthinking look playing over, you nudged him with your foot to grab his attention properly. “Hey, you’re thinkin’ too loud, Morgan.”

He thoughtfully met your stare as he took a long drag of his cigarette, then adjusting himself to rest his back on the wall again - your legs draping themselves back over his lap. “You really think this train jobs a good idea?” He asked earnestly.

“Well, we need money, Arthur.”

“Jus’ don’t seem smart to do it so soon after the mess in Blackwater - here,” he cut himself off briefly to offer the rest of his cigarette to you, “- worried the Pinkertons are gonna be hot on our trail.”

“I hear you.” You paused, taking a pull on the smoke. “But Dutch knows what he’s doin’.” You added. He nodded, letting a brief yawn pry his fetching lips open. You sat up properly, shifting your sitting position to move closer to him. And when you were close enough, he lazily slung his arm around your waist, one of your legs swinging over his to bracket his lap, your arms draping lightly around his neck - keeping your left hand away while still holding the lit cigarette between your fingers. “You gotta stop overthinkin’, honey.”

He recognised that tantalising look in your eyes, and felt your right hand busy itself with gently running your fingers through the strands of hair at the nape of his neck, small shivers tingling his spine at each unintended pull of his hair.

“Yeah? You gon’ take my mind off of it?” He asked after a beat, a sultry grin pulling his lips upwards before he broke the small distance to softly, slowly press his lips onto the thin flesh of your jaw.

It seemed as if the glacier had brought out something different in yourself and Arthur. Hell, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have sex often, but you supposed being cooped up together all day and night - constantly seeking warmth from the cold - had given the two of you nothing better to do than take pleasure in each other and the heat that would radiate from your intwined bodies.

“That was the plan.” You quip, unable to falter your smile, the slow, deliberate press of lips inching down your neck flusters you. They feel so...kind. Like liquid sunlight seeping into your pores and warming up the cold in your bones. The only roughness is from his stubble and chapped lips. His arms holding you flush to him.

“Sounds like a good plan.” He murmurs against your skin. You feel yourself being pulled further and further into the drunken haze of his lips, and catch yourself trying to focus more on your hold of the burning tobacco stick still resting between your fingers - focusing on not dropping it onto the bed and risking setting yourself alight.

“Mhm.. jus’ wait a sec, hon.” You sighed, half-attempting to push him away, and you bit down on your lip when his teeth friskily nipped at your jugular. “Arthur-“

-“Arthur! You awake?”

A pang of sudden alertness rippled through you both, Arthur pulling his face back quickly - nearly smacking his head on the wood behind him - to share a confused look with you, as if affirming to each other that you didn’t hear the voice in your heads.

When you heard the voice shouting for Arthur again, you figured the voice to be Hosea calling from the main room of the cabin, and Arthur let out an unimpressed groan as he reluctantly manoeuvred your body off of him, not before giving you a swift press of his lips to your cheek - an unspoken apology - fortunately, he was already dressed, and he - rather apathetically - swung the door open to greet the older man in-front of the fireplace. Unwillingly leaving you sat on the bed all on your lonesome.

“Everythin’ okay?” He asked Hosea, shutting the door to the bedroom behind him.

“Sure..” he responded, moving to tinker with the various items on the mantle - objects left by the previous owners. “Dutch is over by John’s cabin, wants to speak to you.”

Arthur let out an exhale and nodded. “Okay, thanks.” He moved back to the bedroom, opening to door with the intent to retrieve his satchel and gun-belt before heading out.

Instead, he was pleasantly surprised to see you stood in the middle of the room, pulling the fabric of one of his shirts over your head, and he felt himself swallow tightly at the brief glimpse of your chest before it disappeared under the maroon work shirt.

“You tryin’ to bust my chops, sweetheart?” He let out a low whistle, you just huffed at him with a smirk, and swung your arm to half-heartedly swat him on the shoulder with your dirtied shirt.

“I know you ain’t talkin’, Morgan.” You leisurely approached him, your chin tilted upwards to meet his eyes properly, an amorous grin stretching his plump lips. “-Considerin’ you left me all high an’ dry just now.”

“You got Hosea t’blame for that.” He defended, chuckling when your face scrunched up.

“Gross, don’ bring Hosea into this.” You teased, in feigned disgust.

“Yeah, bet that really got you goin’.” Arthur joked, pinching your sides to erupt a gasp from you before moving past you to grab his gun-belt from the top of the dresser.

“What did he want, anyway?” You asked, your bottom meeting the bed to stiffly pull your boots on.

“Dutch needs to speak t’me, think it’s ‘bout that train.” He sighed, clasping the buckle before placing his hat on his head.

“Good, if he’s ready to move on it, then we can finally hit the breeze an’ get away from this place.” You said eagerly, Arthur humming in agreement as he pulled the strap of his satchel over his chest.

“I’ll meet you outside.” He said, leaning down to briefly cup your jaw and meet your lips in a chaste kiss, before pulling back and turning out the door.

The air was almost sharp, biting any exposed skin of the outlaw as he walked across to cabin that John was residing in, upon opening the rotting wood of the door. Arthur was unexpected to see Reverend Swanson’s figure sat beside John’s cot - whom had still yet to fully recover from the wolf attack - he was less surprised to see the familiar view of a syringe in Swansons gloved hand.

“Well, I thought you was readin’ him his last rites..” he approached the two, “now I see you’re introducin’ him to your other passion.”

“I’ll mind you to show me some respect, Mr. Morgan.” Reverend’s rough voice threatened, standing to his full height, and Arthur had yet to question Dutch’s absence.

“Mind away, Reverend.” He replied dismissively to the clergyman.

With a huff, Swanson hastily moved away from Arthur to take his exit from the cabin, Arthur going to take the seat that Reverend had previously occupied.

“You’re still here, then?” He asked.

“I owe ya.” John murmured, his voice sounding dazed - thanks to the morphine coursing through his veins, courtesy of Swanson.

“And you’ll pay me, but for the moment jus’ rest.” He nodded, the sound of the door groaning again and the gravelly voice interrupting caught his attention.

“Arthur.” Dutch greeted, “I think it’s time for the train.” He affirmed.

“Want me t’come?” John asked, as if it were actually a possibility.

“Of course i do, but..” he paused, gesturing to John’s bedridden state, “-look at you.”

“I was always ugly, Dutch..” John said, a grin pulling on his face as much as his wounds would let him. “It’s just a scratch.” His voice cut off into a groan as he attempted to sit up, instead, meeting Arthur’s hand that pushed him to lay back down.

“Lie still, son.” Dutch told Marston sternly, another pair of footsteps sounding on the floorboards. “Hello, Abigail, Jackie.”

“Dutch.” Abigail softly greeted him, approaching the cot with little Jack in tow, shyly following behind his mother. “The boy wanted to see you, John.” Abigail explained as her son moved closer to his father, worry on his juvenile face as he saw the bloodstained cloth wrapped around his pa’s head.

“He’s seen me now..” he grumbled almost impatiently, “-or, what’s left of me. What about you?” He asked the woman.

“Guess i was hopin’ to see a corpse.” She bit. John scoffed.

“Bide your time, you’ll see plenty of them.”

“You’re a rotten man, John Marston.” Abigail said, venom in her tone as she glared down at the man.

“-He’s an idiot, Abigail, we all know it.” Dutch interrupted before she could get anymore heated, instead leaving her to guide her son away from the men and out of the cabin. He turned to Arthur, the large paper scroll jutting towards him. “Now, railway men.” He said, Arthur following in tow as they too, exited the cabin.“Bill.” He got the boys attentions as he swung the wooden door open, “now, you ride ahead and set the charge.. at the water tower, just before the tunnel.” he instructed, Arthur following out of the threshold after him, planting his boots back into the snow.

“Ain’t a problem.” Bill replied nasally, before mounting up on Brown Jack.

“Why are we doin’ this?” Arthur looked over to see you and Hosea approaching them, Hosea wearing a look of distress on his face as you followed beside him, fully dressed and geared up. “Weather’s breakin’, we could leave.” Hosea suggested. “I-I thought we was lying low.” He stepped back as Bill commanded his mount into a canter, setting off in the direction he was instructed.

You came and stood by Arthur, whom was preparing his - still nameless - horse, you observed Hosea while he spoke with displeasure and misguidedness.

“What do you want from me, Hosea?” Dutch asked, rather impatiently, Arthur silently grabbed your attention while they conversed to encourage you to go and unhitch Artax.

You went and did just that, unhitching Artax from his post and slipping a cracker you’d dug out of your satchel to give to him, hauling yourself into the saddle while Dutch was trying to convince Hosea that this was the right move.

“Y’know, still haven’t named that horse.” You reminded Arthur as he appeared into your view again, sat atop his mount.

“Don’ think I’m gonna keep him, if I’m honest.” Arthur said, “don’t get me wrong, he’s a good horse just.. ain’t for me. No point namin’ him now.” He sighed, sympathetically giving the horse a pat on the neck.

“What kinda horse you lookin’ for?” You asked curiously as you both manoeuvred the steeds away from the post, still idly waiting for Dutch as he wrapped up his conversation with the older man.

“Got no idea, when I see ‘em, I’ll know.” He shrugged, he observed you for a moment, a feeling of pride swelling his chest at the silver of maroon peeking out of your coat. “You look good in m’shirts, should wear ‘em more often.” He complimented, silently revelling in the red that bloomed in your cheeks as you ducked your head down, the brim of your hat failing to hide your flustered smile.

“Gentlemen! It is time to make something of ourselves!” Dutch announced loudly - in his same old dramatic fashion, you glanced over to Hosea, a frown settling your lips as you took note of his evident disappointment, when you’d met him in the main area of your cabin, you’d informed him about the train - unbeknownst of his protest-meant to the idea of robbing Leviticus Cornwall - and you’d followed him out to the horses when he voiced his disapproval and planned to confront Dutch. Dutch circled round the group for a moment, before moving back to his Albanian. “Get your horses ready, we have a train to rob.”

You all ushered your horses to follow behind The Count, “Alright, we’re moving out. Follow me!” Dutch hollered as the horses fell into formation, the snow had finally stuck to the ground, making it a little easier on the mammals to move more swiftly in the snow.

“Okay gentlemen. Listen up, all of you.” Dutch said as Colter became out of view, “according to the information so kindly provided to us by the O’Driscolls.” He said sarcastically. “The train will be coming north, from Big Valley. We’re gonna pick it off after it crosses the border into the Grizzlies.” He informed, “there’s a raised spot there that should give us a good vantage. Charles, you’ll keep lookout for any outriders. How’s that hand, by the way?”

“I’ll be fine.” Charles responded, shouting to Dutch over the horses in-front of him.

“Good. Y/N and I will take the driver and engineer, then run point. Lenny and Javier, you two take the front cars, deal with any guards. Arthur and Micah, you head straight for the back.” He instructed you all, and you snickered at Dutch’s choice of putting Arthur and Micah together - not fully getting the hint of Arthur’s distaste for Mr. Bell’s presence, though it was clear as day the mutual dislike they had for each other. “-That’s what we’re after.. Mr. Cornwall’s private car.”

“You and me, Morgan.” Micah said, the grin he sported evident in his voice.

“Great.” Arthur said sarcastically .

“Have you got a problem with that?”

“Not if you keep your head for once.”

“You worry about yourself, huh?”

“-Enough!” Dutch cut through, putting a quick end to what would surely lead to more of their bickering, you’d reminded Arthur time and time again to not let Micah push his buttons as easily as he let him, though, you couldn’t blame him much for it. “After Bill blows the tracks, we’re gonna need to move fast.” He said, “is everyone clear on what they’re doing?”

“Yep.” Arthur answered.

“Crystal.” Micah added.

“Yes, boss.” Lenny followed.

“Good. Now, come on. Let’s ride.”

You’d underestimated how long the journey to Big Valley would be, the sky falling darker, you could barely see the setting sun from the millennium of leaf-less trees. The snow grew thinner, fine bristles of frosted grass piercing through the snow and sticking proudly out of the earth, the horses hoofs smacking harsher against the ground as they connected with the rocks easier without the cushion of deep snow.

“Out of the snow, finally.” You decided to comment.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Dutch said, “but we need to get this done fast now it’s thawing.. before anyone gets up here after us.” He paused, before he spoke again - almost cooing at you all like a proud father would. “Look at you all. See? This is what I call a crew. Micah Bell. Charles Smith. Y/N L/N. Arthur Morgan. Javier Escuella. And what about young Lenny here? Always the first man on his horse.” He praised.

“Just happy we’re back at’em, Dutch.” Lenny added eagerly.

“You sure you’re ready for this, kid?” Javier asked the younger man.

“Course im ready.” The said younger man responded, as if his question was rhetorical, you opted to take in the scene, the green of wildlife seemingly became a foreign colour to you, and you were thrilled at the urge you got to take your coat off after a long time in the winter-like county.

“Just stay calm, keep your eye sharp.” Dutch reminded, the horses moving into single file as you followed the narrow path of the cliff side. “That goes for all of you. No mistakes, not again.”

“So we do this, then we go back to Blackwater to collect?” Micah asked hopefully, his horse blocking your view of Arthur and Dutch in-front of you.

“How many times are you gonna ask the same question, Micah?” Arthur asked him, bored of his incessant want to return to the cursed place.

“That’s a lot of damn money to leave sittin’ for too long.” Micah argued.

“It’d be crazy t’go back there now. Place will be swarmin’ with Pinkertons.” You said, stating the obvious.

“We go back when I say we go back, and that’s the end of it.” Dutch silenced you all sternly, “the moneys safe, you’ll just have to trust me.” He said, “and if the O’Driscolls are right.. there’ll be a stack of railroad bonds on this train. Good money, once we work out how to cash ‘em. Now everyone, shut up and get your mind on the job at hand, come on.”

You moved around the bends of the mountain for a moment longer, eventually coming to a clearing of a cliff-edge.

“There’s the water tower. Hold up here on the ridge.” Dutch instructed.

You pulled Artax beside Arthur’s horse, nearly gawking at the setting sun in the horizon - now unconcealed by the trees and in full view - you felt nearly dazed at the natural heat radiating on your skin.

“Is Bill there?” Dutch asked, you spotted the man in the distance tinkering with what looked to be a detonator.

“Yeah.” You answered him.

“Arthur, you wanna head down? See how he’s gettin’ on?” Dutch asked.

“Okay.” Arthur responded, kicking his horse into a trot as he moved down the small scarp. He eventually made his way over to Bill, whom seemed to be struggling with whatever he was messing with - you never really understood the technicality of connecting dynamite to the railway.. or whatever it was he was setting up.

“You know when the trains gettin’ here?” You turned to look at Dutch.

“Shouldn’t be too long now, we just need to be ready for it.”

You nodded, all of you waiting in a comfortable silence as you watched Arthur help a seemingly distressed Bill set up the detonator. Eventually, Arthur left Bill to rejoin you all on the crag.

“Here comes Arthur.” Lenny said, you followed his horse with your eyeline as he advanced up the steep scarp again.

“About time. I have to say, I am rather looking forward to this.” Micah commented.

Of course you are, you rolled your eyes.

“Just be ready to move quick, and remember the plan… all of you.” Dutch said, attempting to drill it into your heads. “No mistakes.” He added before looking over to Arthur as he approached, “what’s going on?”

“He says all fine.” Arthur told him.

“We’ll soon find out.” Javier spoke up..

Arthur squeezed back in between you and Dutch, glancing to you momentarily before looking back to Dutch when he spoke to him again.

“Everything okay?”

“I think so.”

“Okay, cover your faces. Train should be here any minute now.” Dutch ordered.

You felt your breathing get more challenging as you pulled the familiar cloth of your bandana over the lower half of your face, the others doing the same.

You waited in anticipation, eyes squinting to watch in the distance as you heard the undeniable rumble of the tracks, the metal rattling in warning of the oncoming train.

“Gentlemen, it’s time.” Dutch said, everyone leaning forward in their seats on the saddles as they readied themselves for action. “Good luck, all of you. You all know what to do.”

Your breath got heavier as the train came rolling into view, black smoke spiralling upwards from the front like a dark cloud.

You waited for the sound of explosion to break the air.

You waited.

-You waited… the still approaching and unharmed train coming closer, shouldn’t Bill have detonated the dynamite by now?

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” Dutch said in anger, bringing his hand to almost comically smack his forehead..

“Where did you find that moron?!” Arthur almost growled, you all sat there dumbfounded, catching yourself unsure of what to do next.

“You said it was fine.” Dutch accused Arthur, the two men pulling their face coverings down to hear each other better.

“So it’s my fault?” Arthur asked defensively, before Javier cut him off.

“Well, come on!” He hollered, already on his feet, Lenny on tow as they ran further up the cliff edge to the other side, where you knew there was another ledge that dropped to the other end of the tunnel.

“You’re pathetic. You know that?” Arthur hissed at Dutch before running off after the others while you faltered, watching him sprint off before disappearing. Dutch letting out groans of annoyance.

“Well what now, Dutch?!” You asked urgently.

“We go after them! Hyah!” He whipped the reins of his horse, you, Micah and Charles sprinting after him down the hill, Dutch opting to follow the train through the small tunnel.

When you came out the other side, you and Dutch slowed when you saw Javier stood by the side of the tracks, Micah and Charles darting onwards to chase the train.

“I fell off, Arthur and Lenny are still on!” Javier explained in a rush, Dutch grumbling incoherent mumbles of annoyance at the whole situation. You guided Artax closer to the Mexican, holding your hand out to him, he gratefully took your offer and pulled himself up to sit behind you as Dutch told you to follow him.

Artax was panting, the three of you chasing after the train - which was still moving at a concerning speed.

“That goddamn idiota!” Javier grunted, referring to Bill - who couldn’t even properly set up a fucking dynamite rig.

You were about the respond to him, instead you heard gunshots piercing through the air.

“Shit.” You said, kicking the stirrups to get Artax to move faster, the horse whining in protest, Dutch was a little ways ahead of you, his Albanian naturally faster than your horse, considering it’s smaller size and the smaller weight of only one person on the saddle.

“Come on, we need to get closer!” Javier ushered, as if you could go any faster.

“You think I don’ know that?!” You bit back, irritation bubbling through you, irritation at his impatience, irritation at Bill - hell, you shouldn’t have been surprised that the moron would mess this up.

You were coming up to a bridge, directing Artax to move on the tracks as the surrounding land dropped down to a raging river.

“If that train don’ slow down, we’ll never catch up to ‘em!” You shouted to Dutch.

“It’ll slow!” Dutch yelled back, his voice harsh yet desperate.

As if his words had any kind of supernatural force, the squeaking of the train braking on the track sounded through your ears, Javier mumbling a ‘gracias a Dios’ while holding onto you for dear life as you, Dutch, Micah and Charles finally began catching up with the slowing train.

When you finally approached the rear end , you and Javier dismounted, your carbine repeater ready in your hands as you saw a couple dozen guards jumping off of the train and dashing to cover behind the many surrounding rocks. More shots beginning to echo through the air.

You took cover behind a large rock, Javier sprinting to a different one on your right, Dutch and the others disappearing up ahead.

You pressed your back against the boulder, a multitude of shots firing in your general direction, you forced yourself to slow your breaths, cocking the firearm and fixing your stance.

“Here we go..” you mumble to yourself.

The gunshots had thankfully subsided, the smell of burning smoke and blood copper weighed heavy in the air, your arms were aching and you were sure your knees were rubbed raw from kneeling in the gravel.

You’d regrouped with Dutch, Javier, Micah, Charles and Bill - who so kindly decided to join you in the middle of your shoot out - you stood gathered at the end cart of the train, catching your breath as Dutch hollered for Arthur and Lenny to join you.

“Are you two alright?” He asked them when they got close enough, you trailed your eyes over Arthur, instinctively checking him for any evidential injuries.

“Yes, let’s get the money and go.” He ushered, he turned to look for you in the small crowd, locking eyes with you and giving you a brief nod as if to ask: are you ok?

You returned his nod, the both of you turning to concentrate on Dutch as he continued talking.

“We got some fellers holed up in this last car.”

“Ah, shit.” Arthur grumbled.

“What are you boys planning on doing in there?” Dutch raised his voice, in hopes that whomever was inside could hear him. “Listen to me, we don’t want to kill any of ya” he glanced over his shoulder at you all while grunting out “-any more of ya.” Which erupted a couple chuckles from the lot of you. “I give you my word, but trust me..” he held up his hands in mock surrender, “we will.”

A voice could be heard through the metal of the car, a voice of feigned confidence - “I work for Leviticus Cornwall!”

“-Come on, boys.” Dutch drowned the whining voice out, still rambling about his ‘orders’ and what-not. “Okay. You asked for it.”

Dutch began counting down, the voice behind the doors still insisting that they weren’t opening up soon.

“-three, two, one.” Dutch finished counting at a mockingly fast pace before pausing a moment, “..seems our friends have gone deaf…”

“Wake ‘em up a little!”

Bullets ricocheting off and into the metal bombarded your ears, gunpowder wafting through the air and into your nose as you rapidly fire your cattleman from the hip, small holes poking through the train cart, light from the inside seeping through the indents. And as you all repeatedly fired at the car, you could hear the men inside shouting over the whirling bullets, still insisting they weren’t coming out.

“Brave little bastards..” you mumbled as Dutch ordered you all to stop, ceasing the gunfire.

“Mr. Williamson, give Mr. Morgan and Mr. Smith some dynamite.. you two boys, go blow that door open.” Dutch instructed.

You watched as Arthur took the bundle from Bill’s offering hand, he approached the car doors - now decorated with many bullet holes - before strapping the explosives onto the train. Dutch rambled on to the men inside about how it might be smart to put some distance between themselves and the inevitable explosion of the doors.

You lazily held your gun in your hands, watching as the two secured the dynamite while shifting your weight from one foot to the other, each breath being trapped by your bandana and warming your face. You straightened up when the sound of matches striking hissed out, following in tow with the others to take a few steps back, Arthur and Charles swiftly moving to join you all, watching how the sparks on the wick burned downwards until a bright light flashes before you, the explosion so loud you felt it vibrate through the ground and into your body - a few of you staggering backwards and lifting a hand in a feeble attempt to cover your faces.

“Alright, come on.. just walk on out here.” Dutch ordered impatiently, you drew your weapons onto the three men that emerged from the cart doors, complying with their hands up in surrender.

“Get on up there, search that train.” Dutch told Arthur, he holstered his pistol before climbing after Micah into the private car. You moved over to the ‘hostages’, assisting Charles in keeping your guns trained on them - daring them to make a funny move.

You waited for a couple minutes, hoping to hear some good news, the men kneeled before you breathing shakily as fear unintentionally overrode them.

You took a second to observe them, not being able to decide if you felt displeasure at the sight of them at their knees terrified for their lives - or, if you revelled in it. One man in particular, was quivering like a leaf, nearly in tears as his hands shook beside his head like he was doing some sort of ‘jazz hands’.

You’re lip quirked up.

What a little bitch.

“Are you done in there?” Dutch shouted into the open hole doors of the train car, all of you wanting to get the hell out of dodge before any outriders turned up. You turned as Arthur jumped out of the car, striding over to Dutch with sheets of paper in his hands. You then jumped slightly at the feeling of a pressure on your shoulder blade, turning swiftly to see Artax behind you, prodding at you with his muzzle to gain your attention - probably wanting you to give him something sweet.

Now standing idly by your mount, your right arm ducking under his neck to pat at the pelt of his jugular, you watched as Arthur exchanged what looked to be bonds with Dutch. The man looking more than pleased - from what you could see of his half-covered face.

“It’s up to you.” You heard Dutch say to Arthur, side stepping around the men on the floor and over to his mount, “kill ‘em.. leave ‘em here, take ‘em with you on the train…” he listed Arthur’s options, an extra kick in his step as he approached The Count. “Just make they don’t send no folk after us.” He added, everyone else - except you - mounted.

“Okay.” Arthur nodded.

“See you back at camp.” He said, even turning to look at you as-well as he already assumed you’d prefer to stay with Arthur, “when you get back.. we’ll be moving on.” He said, now that was good news - “The rest of you… let’s ride!” He drawled, the gang and their horses scattering after him into the distance.

You stepped closer to Arthur as he glared down at the three men, wondering what he wanted to do to them.

“Okay, get on the train, quick, all of you.” He ordered, waving them off as they scrambled to their feet and dashed to board the train, you swung your repeater over your shoulder as you watched them nearly climb over each other to get inside. “Any bright ideas, I’ll kill all three of you… so behave.” He drawled, threateningly watching them while you felt a blush creep up your neck at his warnings. You shook your head briefly, trying to get yourself together, clearing your throat.

“Come on! Move.” You ordered, sidestepping away from Arthur in hopes he doesn’t notice your weird behaviour.

“We won’t tell a soul, I swear!” One of the high pitched voices pleaded - whom still had yet to board - and you rolled your eyes before looking to Arthur while he approached the scrawny bastard.

“If i hear so much as a footstep from this car, you’ll end up like all your friends out here.” Arthur warned the shaking man, “get a move on!” When the last man had climbed into the train, Arthur turned to approach you. “Wait here, m’gonna go start the engine.” He instructed, unintentionally using the same low tone of voice as he’d used with the men, it left you dumbfounded and mouth-dry as you nodded at him, your mind going somewhere else as you ogle at him.

To make things quicker, he mounted his horse to get to the front of the train faster, and you obediently waited by Artax for him, following the train with your eye-line as it rumbled to life again and started rolling onwards. You pulled your bandana down, finally feeling the satisfaction of a clear breath as Arthur approached.

“You ready t’go? Don’t wanna hang round incase someone shows up.” He explained, his voice softer, his full face in view as he’d also removed the cloth covering him, leaving him in all his beautiful glory.

You finally found your voice, his eyes boring into you as you mentally kicked yourself for so shamelessly gawking at him in such odd timing. “Yeah, not lookin’ forward to doin’ that journey again.” You trailed off with a half-hearted laugh, you went to lazily move the next few steps to your mount before Arthur spoke up.

“Was gonna say, we could stop somewhere on the way, but it’ll be too cold to do that, you can ride with me.” He said, before adding when you looked up to him “-If y’want to.”

“You sure?” You asked, approaching him and his horse.

“‘Course.” He said, offering his gloved hand out to you, you gladly accepted it, while you expected to take a seat behind him, you were pleasantly surprised when he almost effortlessly hauled you up and onto the horses saddle, situating you in-front of him.

It wasn’t like having someone ride on the back of your horse, the two of you pressed flushed together as he held the reins in both hands, lazily resting them around your front as he guided his horse onto a trot.

“Come on, boy.” He commanded to Artax, the mount obediently followed after you as you made way to the direction of the white blanketed mountains once again.

You let out a soft groan, leaning back into Arthur’s chest slightly. “Mm, how I’d love to not go back up there..” you smiled when feeling Arthur’s chest vibrate with laughter.

“Patience, darlin’. You heard what Dutch said, soon as we get back, we’ll be on our merry way.” He said, and you wished your hat wasn’t blocking your view of his face.

“You tellin’ me you wanna go back into that snow?” You asked sarcastically, already feeling the temperature drop as you entered the familiar woodland area.

“I ain’t say that…” Arthur drawled, a grin playing his lips as he felt you try to get impossibly closer to him, grateful for the extra source of warmth. “Train job went better than expected.”

“What were you expectin’?” You laughed, the whole thing nearly went to shit.” You reminded him.

“Dunno, guess I wasn’t expectin’ to actually get some money outta it.” He explained, “this Cornwall feller.. what’s he do anyway?”

“Some big railway magnate, sugar dealer, oil man..” you listed, wracking your brain from what you were told. “Hosea was tellin’ me ‘bout it, says we shouldn’t mess with him.”

“S’a little late for that.” Arthur said, and you hummed in agreement, not thinking much of it. You were both silently dreading the journey back, with the sky fallen dark, you knew you weren’t going to get back to Colter till at least the morning.

A/N: I’m so happy we’ve finally got Colter out of the way! I don’t think I’m the first person to say it wasn’t my favourite chapter. I can’t wait to move onto Valentine and Horseshoe Overlook.

I gotta admit, I got a little lazy at the end, and sometimes it feels like I’m just rambling on following the story plot (I feel like I especially go on when writing the majority of Dutch’s lines lol) but I ain’t gonna lie to ya’ll I just finished this at nearly 3 am after spending about 7 hours writing this, so don’t judge the sluggish writing too much.

If you end up reading this before I go proof read it when my brains actually functioning from some sleep then a deeply apologise for any spelling errors/any grammatically incorrect sentences or just shit that don’t make sense.

I put a post on about a week ago about creating a tag list, and only about two people asked to be on it after I messed up by putting a voting poll on (my dumbass didn’t realise the votes were anonymous and about 15 people voted and i couldn’t see who they were 😭) so I’ve tagged the two people who’s users I have, but if you want to be tagged in the future chapters then you need to comment that you would like to.

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My name is Maryanne Amich

I grew up out on the furthest farm from town in Chestnut Ridge. I've got six brothers and sisters, two horses, three barn cats, half a dozen chickens and one mean old sow named Mable. She ain't afraid to bite the hand that feeds her and daddy says she can get away with it on account she's so old. Daddy says she's the oldest cow in Mercer County. Been keeping us in milk supply long as I can remember-- daddy too. And Johnny.

Johnny's the oldest, see, then comes Sara Beth and Laura, then Jacob, then comes me, then Zachariah and Abraham. and if there's one thing I know it's if Johnny says somethin is true then you best believe it. "That boy ain't told one lie his whole life and you can take that all the way to the church, Maryanne" mama told me more times I can count. So if Johnny says Mable the oldest sow still milkin in Mercer county then I recken you can take that all the way to the church too.

Johnny would know better than anybody about that even if he was a liar. Better than anybody 'cept daddy I guess. Johnny been taking care of the farm since he could walk. Mama says Johnny used to spend all day following daddy around while he worked. Feeding the chickens, milking Mable, brushin the horses. Even in the field's whether daddy was sowin or weedin or waterin or harvestin there'd be Johnny toddlin along behind him tryna help.

"Johnny's born for this ranch, and he'll die for it too one day" mama told me one time when I asked how come Johnny ain't moved out yet and find a wife.

I was askin on account that everybody else got married moved out and was havin babies cept Johnny. Well and me. That's what started the whole conversation. Mama was instructin me on my piano one afternoon and I got a bit of an attitude with her on account that it was a specially hot day and I'd rather have been on a ride with Betsy or sitting down by the pond writin'.

Anyway, mama rapt my fingers with the yardstick she kept by the front door and it stung bad, but not as bad as what she told me.

"Maryanne you'll never find you a husband playing with fingers like that." says Mama

"What if I don't wanna husband and babies?" I says

"You like eatin? Having a roof over your head when it rains? Wood in the hearth when its cold and snowin? Look round you Maryanne, you like what you see? 'Cause I do. And I only got it all 'cause I got me a husband kind enough to give it to me. And you'll do the same one day."

To me that was the day I grew up. See Johnny is the oldest and he never done nothin cept what mama wanted him to do. He worked the farm with daddy till daddy couldn't no more and then took over. He's the one that arranged Sarah Beth and Laura's husbands too. Sarah Beth and Laura are twins. They came next after Johnny and you'll never find two twins more different in the whole world I think.

Laura was the first one to leave home. As much as I hated the idea of a husband and babies Laura was obsessed with it. She'd do anything The Watcher asked her to do. She'd read The Holy Book cover to cover more than any of us, more than mama I think even. So I guess she'd know it better enough to say what He wants from us.

Laura was just 15 when she married Cooper and moved into his parents house. They only stuck around on account that it's against the law for people under 18 to live on their own apparently. Daddy says we dont' gotta worry about it on account that we follow the Watcher's Law not the nations. Still Cooper's family must of disagreed. They moved out though once the babies came. Laura and Cooper had twins first which mama says cause it runs in the family. Two boys then they had a baby girl--Hyacinth. She's about as cute as can be. I always wanted a baby sister so I get to pretend with Hyacinth whenever mama let's me go over there.

But then you got Sarah Beth. She never wanted nothin in her whole life but to be a champion rider. Soon as she figured out how to put dirt under her feet and walk across it she was beggin Johnny for rides on Betsy--Johnny's horse. When she turned 8 Johnny sold his favorite paintin to get Sarah Beth her horse, Penny.

Sarah Beth loved ridin. But she loved anything outside. Mama used to have to drag her in to do her inside chores. That's a woman's work mama would say, you gotta learn woman's work so you'll make a good wife.

Sarah Beth would grumble bout it but she wanted to make a good wife so she'd do it fast as can be then she'd be back outside. Climbing a tree or skating on the pond or most often riding Penny. When she got to be about sixteen daddy done broke her heart tellin her she wasn't to compete. Said that wasn't ladylike of her, it was childish and she ought to grow up now.

I knew it must o hurt her cause Sarah Beth didn't even cry. She just said 'Yes Daddy' and went straight to her room. But I think she cry'd about it that night. She was standing at the door of the barn and I guess she must o been telling Penny goodbye, cause she came back all puffy eyed and Sarah Beth never once rode Penny again. She married Mr. Grover the next fall and moved into the big house on the hill.

After them all I've got left are brothers. Next comes Jacob he's a wild card mama says. He's the first one allowed to go to school 'nstead of just doin work here at home. He's real big into his studies. He likes to learn a lot, but mama had to beat the learning out of him when he got too old for it. According to mama a boy ought not to know too much lest he be annoying company. So she pulled him outta school round the same time baby Hyacinth was due to be born and he started helping Johnny on the farm.

Jacob don't like the farm. He told me so himself. Jacob was the first one to tell me the secrets about The Watcher. How he ain't really real and if he ain't real you don't gotta do what he say. He scared me so good when he said that. Felt like The Watcher himself was gonna come down and set him straight. I prayed for Jacob for days after that. I was so scared I almost told Mama. But I'm more scared of Mama than the watcher so after a few days nothin happenin' I started to think he might be okay.

He started tellin me more and more about life in the town and science and stuff. Showin me all the stuff the holy book got wrong. Tellin me how other people don't live this way. How regular kids are goin to school, girls too not just the boys. And how they don't gotta get married till they grown and only if they wanna.

One night Jacob tells me he gotta surprise for me. So we took Penny out and rode into town and he takes me way out to the otherside of town where there's all these cars parked together sittin facin a big white sheet hung up between two wooden posts. I asked what we was doin there for and he just shushed me and laid a blanket he brought from home out. When it got dark enough everyone got real quiet and suddenly the sheet lit up with pictures.

That was the first time I saw a movie. After the movie was over Jacob tells me most people got things called TVs in their houses where they can watch all the movies they want all day long if they want. Says they got things called TV shows even, which were like shorter movies that showed new every week. I asked how he even knew about this place and he says he heard of it from Polly Parkins from school.

That summer Jacob and I snuck out with Penny every Saturday night to watch pictures at the drive ins. Sometimes we'd see Polly in her red Cadilac and Jacob would go sit in her car for a bit and leave me with Penny. I never minded it much tho cause Penny's great company and I was so focused on the story being told. Cept sometimes he'd take so long to come back the movie'd be over and there was nothing but names left and I worried mama would start to notice we're not in our beds.

I asked him once about the words on the end of the movie. He says they're called "credits" and it's everyone who helped make the movie. That nearly changed my life hearin that. I couldn't believe it took that many people. That's when I started paying attention during the credits. I tried to read as many names as I could and see if I could remember em all. Then I started bringing my journal and writing em down.

Jacob once asked me why I was doin all that and I says cause they worked real hard and deserve to be remembered for it. And I hesitated cause I thought he was gonna laugh at me but then I found some courage and told him it was also cause I wanted that to be my name up there someday.

Jacob didn't laugh though. He just knelt down and put his hand on my shoulder and got real serious and says "if that's what you wanna do then we gonna make it happen, Maryanne. You and me. One of us oughtta make it out this damn town and its likely better you than me. So if its the last thing I do before meeting old grim then I'll make sure your name's up on that screen"

Sad enough that Jacob couldn't keep good on his promise. I don't blame him for none of it that followed though. Not one bit. More than anything I felt sorry for him.

It wasn't that night at the drive in we got caught but a couple weeks later. Mama caught us sneakin in an asked where we been. Jacob, bless his soul he didn't even try to lie. Maybe cause he knowd he'd never get away with it, maybe cause he was feelin brave after spending time with Polly that night.

I overheard him one time leavin Polly's car, he'd leaned down and cupped her face real gentle and said "you make me brave Polly Parkins." I thought he was gonna kiss her after that like in the movies but he didn't. He just looked at her and she looked at him and smiled the saddest smile I ever saw.

See, Polly looked at Jacob the way Johnny looks at the lame sheep at the market bein sold half off. Like he's sad for their existence. he'd like to take em home and give em a good life if they weren't so much work for nothin in return. But Jacob looked at Polly the way baby Hyacinth looks at you when you play keep-away with her toy bear.

It's her favorite game and she trusts you that you'll always give it back. So when you hide it behind your back she just laughs and laughs. and her eyes light up when she sees that bear coming back to her and she looks at you like you're the whole world.

So maybe it was on account that he saw Polly that night or maybe it was all the school teaching him science and taking him away from The Watcher or maybe Jacob was just finally tired enough but that night when Mama asked where we'd been he told her right.

I never saw Mama so mad. Not when Sarah Beth ask can she please wear pants to ride Penny stead of skirts. Not when Zachariah brought one of the barn cats in an hid her under his bed. Not even I told her I wasn't playin piano no more.

Thing about Mama is she's a quiet mad. So once she sent me to my room I didn't hear nothin that she says to Jacob about us bein out. Later she come in an gave me my whooping for lying and sneakin out. Then she did something I never will forget and still don't really understand. Mama hugged me and told me she sorry. Says she's sorry Jacob was takin advantage of me and sorry I'd seen so many nasty things that a lady ought not see. She told me it was gonna be alright.

I didn't say nothing cause I knew better than to admit that I was having fun. That Jacob wasn't taking advantage and I wanted to go with him to see the movies.

The next day mama had me sit and read scripture all day long and mama sat with me. Johnny was working in the field and daddy left for a few hours and when he came back he had Zachariah and Abraham, come home from school. Says they won't be going back. I kept askin where's Jacob but mama just keep reading scripture.

A week later mama sits us all down at dinner and says Jacob's getting married. At first I was excited cause I was thinking he got to marry Miss Polly, but then mama says her cousin Elizabeth is coming up from the valley and bringing her niece--Abigail and Abigail is gonna marry Jacob soon as they get here.

I turned 15 the day Jacob and Abigail had their first baby-Esther. I remember holding that baby, so tiny and warm and red. and seeing my Jacob three years my senior and looking so much more. Watching him look at that baby the way Polly used to look at him and I told myself I wasn't never gonna die in that town. One of us oughtta get out and it was best to be me.

That's how come I got to writing this today. Cause today is the first day in my own apartment, all by myself. Jacob couldn't help me on account of being too busy with his Abigail and his Esther but Johnny of all people came round. He's the one that stole the wine daddy'd been hoardin and sold it for me. Gave me the keepsake box mama'd been making and helped me buy my bus ticket.

"you get goin and don't look back Maryanne you hear?" Johnny said. I nodded to him and that was the last time I saw him or anyone from Chestnut ridge. I moved out here to the big city of Del Sol Valley and got me an apartment on account of Polly's aunt happens to be the owner.

But all that only happened on account of what happened that Christmas and that's a story for another day. So I'll just finish it off here with the picture we took the Spring Jacob got pulled outta school. We started going to the drive-ins the following summer.

Laura and Sara Beth moved out by then but that's me in the middle. Mama and Daddy on the ends hold Zachariah and Abraham. then there's Johnny next to his best friend in the whole world, Betsy.

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kshira · 3 years

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would u write reader rough makin out with bonten mikey, ran, koko (separet) in their office but someone knocks to come in so he hides reader under his desk and reader teases him, sucks him off while hes tryin to stay calm? pls i love ur writin!

UNDER THE DESK

ft. mikey, ran, kokonoi

tw. fem!reader, m!oral, exhibtionsim, praise, dirty talk, teasing, slight voyeurism, dom!w/sub!reader

an. i hope you like babe! <3

❁ MIKEY

mikey shifts your body meekly in his lap, rough palms gripping at the fat on your legs while his tongue dips deeper in your mouth.

“pretty girl” he murmurs in your mouth, “keep rubbing your ass on me like that and you know what happens” he breathes heavy now, practically panting while your hips rolls harsher on his growing bulge.

he smiles through your lips when you drags across the ache of his cock, your clothed cunt forming a wet spot on him, mikey bares his needy side now, teeth colliding while he presses his face harder on you. he’s lost, the lingering thought of bending you over his office desk and splitting your cunt open in one swift motion but he jerks away the moment the door creaks open ceasing everything.

pink hair shuffles through the door, hanging his head low until he’s right in front of mikey’s desk finally dragging his head up to meet eyes with his boss.

“yes?” mikey spreads his legs further in the chair, leaning back till his hand supports his chin. “need your signature” sanzu waves a couple of papers near mikey, and squints his eyes when mikey just stares at him blankly.

“is that all you need?” mikey questions, and he’s so composed right now, his legs spread open just for your invitation and since he’s so inviting—you just can’t help yourself palming at his stiff hard bulge.

“you also have a meeting, i’ll walk with you” sanzu begins to sit in the chair seated in front of mikey, and that’s when you directly pull his cock out, so angry—dripping red at the tip and oozing a sticky substance, “oh god” mikey groans, shutting his eyes and gripping the top of your head.

“a-are you okay?” sanzu asks, worry masking his turquoise eyes, mikey clenches his jaw when you put his length in your warm mouth.

“i am f-fine” mikey utters, nails biting at the leather armchair when you begin bobbing your head, tongue swirling on the sensitive head.

mikey glances down at your eyes fluttering up to him, tears swelling in your eyes when you sink down to his stomach, nose brushing the skin. he narrows his eyes before raising his static orbs back to sanzu, “you can go now, give me five” mikey grits his teeth and sanzu simply nods his head before heading out, taking another peek at his boss before gliding out the door.

“i’m surprised you were even able to talk” you tease, slithering over mikey, grabbing his cock and pumping it, he groans deeper gripping your face and crashing his lips on yours.

“i’ll be surprised if you can even walk after this” he sputters through your lips, fingers hiking up your dress and slamming you down on his length. a moan rips from your throat while mikey hands claw at your back bouncing you on his length.

sanzu will have to wait a little more than five minutes while mikey fucks you, devours you and plays with you—just like you did under his desk.

❁ RAN

“your throat feels so fuckin’ good” ran moans, pushing your face harder on his length, he lays a hand gently under your chin guiding your lips up and down—the amount of drool drips past your lips, staining his pressed pants.

ran is supposed to be taking calls today, squeezing in clients and hassling deals but he’s a little busy right now—you’re kneeled between his legs, hands wrapped around his length while your lips attach around his sensitive head.

“ran why don’t you ever answer the fucking phone?” rindou yells, busting open the door to his office and plopping down. he spreads his legs making himself comfortable and ran quickly ushers you under the desk, but keeps a hand sternly on your head to keep you sucking him off.

“why don’t you ever know how to fucking knock?” ran chews on his inner cheek, cock throbbing inside your mouth at the action—mere deed of his brother unknowingly sitting in the same room as you keep bobbing your head.

rindou rolls his eyes, pulling out his phone to scroll mindlessly “why are you here?” ran questions, your nails dig into his thighs, focusing on the vein rounding his shaft and tongue guiding over it.

ran holds his fist over his mouth, sinking his teeth into the flesh, rindou cocks his eyebrow up at his brother before clearing his throat “bored” he murmurs.

ran rolls his eyes before knocking them down, your mouth works wonders on his cock, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him with such perfection, inhaling him dry.

he feels his core engulfing in flames, spark igniting at every suck, slurp your tongue, mouth even hands pull from his weeping cock. “fuck” ran groans, rindou darts his eyes up at his brother, deadpanning back when ran’s cheeks dust a pale pink.

rindou rises to his feet, the sounds of his shoes nipping against the floors—he heads towards the direction of the door before turning his head back “tell your girl i said hey, mouth so full probably won’t be able to say anything back” rindou chuckles before slamming the door.

ran throws his head back at the noise, rutting his cock down your throat till his seed coats your windpipe and it seeps through your lips. “look so pretty” ran coos, smearing the excess over your puffy mouth. and your thighs clench harder at his actions, the image of rindou knowing the entire time making your core throb.

❁ KOKONOI

kokonoi has been talking for what feels like hours, you had almost convinced him to lock his office door and fuck you against his wooden desk.

but mikey had to ruin it and kokonoi said it’s best if you hide under his desk—maybe he was wanting you to pull his pretty cock out at the chance he just gave you.

you can hear the litter of moans vibrate through his chest, kokonoi finds your head and grips against the scalp, and you can’t help but smile while your boyfriend continues the conversation as you take him in your mouth.

your hands come up to toy with his balls, length hardening with every slow drag of your tongue against the muscle, the slurs of words lay gently in your ear.

mikey has to know what is happening to him, but maybe he just doesn’t care as they continue their conversation, kokonoi tripping over his words and groaning subconsciously.

mikey grows silent before you hear soft murmurs of words and the door quietly closing, kokonoi pulls you to your feet, spinning you around and jerking your bottoms to your ankles “need you so fuckin’ bad” kokonoi whines, pushing his cock against your hole and sinking in with one harsh thrust.

his hands lay beside your hips while he pumps harder, cock scraping your gummy walls “sucked me off so good princess, gonna fill this pretty pussy up” kokonoi hips slam against your ass, his orgasm bubbling at the top.

lewd noises filter through the room as kokonoi pounds into your tight cunt harder and harder and mikey just can’t help himself as he presses his ear closer to the door, listening to your pretty moans and whimpers, pants tightening at every sound he craves.

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the-starryknight · 3 years

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The Pleiades Were Watching Too Rated: M | Major Character Death | 1k

For the 2021 Summer Writin' Challenge: Week 3 (still time to join us!!) Prompt: A Bonfire, Trope: Found Family, Craft: Future Tense, Characters/Objects: A tattooed old lady (well, this one's a stretch) Summary: A house. A marriage. A love story. He'll pour every memory out, vial by vial, back into the earth. It's easier that way. Thanks to @sweet-s0rr0w for the wonderful beta on this!

Tomorrow, he will go to the Obliviator. He’ll sit in the overstuffed leather armchair and tap his fingers against the old metal studs on the arms. The office will be too orange, fluorescent and cheerful, with a wallpaper pattern left over from the seventies.

Harry will spend the first twenty minutes of their session complaining about how no one wants to forget happy things, so it makes no sense to decorate like this will be anybody’s happy place.

And the Oblivator — “Maia,” she’ll remind him, “Call me Maia, Harry” — will look old enough to be the original decorator with big hair and bright clothes. Harry will spend more time staring at her inked, psychedelic forearms instead of her eyes as he complains; it’s easier to pretend he’s not really there, to lose himself in the incandescent tattoos instead of grief.

“Where shall we begin today?” she’ll ask him, even though she’ll know the answer.

“July seventh,” he’ll say, “2007.”

She’ll make a note on her clipboard like they don’t see each other every day anyway. Her notes will list out the seven years they’ve already finished, their corresponding memories in vials on her shelf.

Those were the worst years, because he felt the memories most viscerally, but Maia is good at her job and it’s more of a dull ache now. Harry could think about those years if he wanted, but it’ll be more like looking into someone else’s Pensieve than remembering.

And so he’ll talk about July seventh, and the bonfire by the beach. He’ll tell her what it felt like to watch the stars wake up, the fire’s sparks bright orange against the bruise-black sky.

There will be parts of this memory that can stay: the feeling of Ginny finally, finally touching his arm and laughing with him like they were friends again, the way that Ron looked in the firelight, orange from head to toe and happy, and the brush of Charlie’s hand as he passed over a beer, like Harry could be one of them, like he was allowed to call them family.

But the Draco parts, those will go. He’ll describe every detail of bringing a beer over to Draco, where he sat alone by the fire because the Weasleys hadn’t warmed to him yet. Harry will remember — just for a moment, in the safety of her awful patterned walls — the feeling of Draco’s knuckles against the back of his hand.

“I told him he was fucking gorgeous in the firelight,” Harry will say. “Just like that. Fucking gorgeous in the firelight, like we’d both forgotten about Vincent Crabbe and the war and all the bridges we burned between us.”

“And had you forgotten?” she’ll ask, tapping her pen against the clipboard, and she’ll be right to ask. As if they could ever forget; they carried the war with them to bed and back and found sharing the weight made it all easier.

It’ll feel like such a stupid detail to want to erase, but he’ll tell her about it anyway: the way that Draco’s eyes lit up gold by the flickering flames as he taught Harry the constellations. Harry will tell her about messing them up just so Draco could correct him.

He’ll tell her how Draco won the Weasleys over with the Pleiades and his story of the seven siblings in the sky. He’ll tell her how that night changed everything, because suddenly Draco was allowed to stay.

She’ll lean over and hand him one of her sterile bottles.

He’ll unspool the memory at wand-tip, letting it sink into the vial, viscous and bittersweet. He’ll press the cork in and that’ll be that. It won’t get rid of the memory, but it’ll feel a little lighter, like unpicking a knit blanket one stitch at a time.

“Obliviate,” she’ll cast, and that’s when peace will come. The memories will feel like fingerprints on glass in his mind until they finish the whole process and wipe him clean.

Each moment Maia erases will sit in the vials in her office till they’re done, just in case there’s a mistake. There won’t be a mistake, though, and when it’s over, Harry can take the vials and do whatever he wants with them.

“Most people prefer to keep them,” she’ll remind him, and he’ll roll his eyes. “You might change your mind.”

“I won’t,” he’ll say again. “I gave him every trace of love I had. I don’t have any left without him.”

“You have your friends,” she’ll try, but they’ll both know it’s futile. “Your Ron, your Molly, and the others.”

The Weasleys’ love will last, as deep as ever, but it won’t be the same. Draco’s not in his future, so he won’t be in his past anymore.

He’s going to destroy every vial.

He’s going to pour them out onto the fresh dirt where they put Draco, and he’s going to watch the silver sink into the soil and he’s going to forget every second they had together. He’ll forget the laughs, and the touches, and the feeling of Draco’s hands on his hips, in his hair. He’s going to forget the taste of Draco on his tongue, sweat-slick and sticky after too long in bed. Every argument, every anniversary, every birthday spent by the water, by the fire, it’ll all go into the dirt, laid to rest with him.

But for tonight, he’ll curl up in the too-big bed and press his nose into the pillowcase. The sheets won’t smell like Draco anymore, but if he turns his head just right, he can pretend.

He can look out the big window and stare at the too-bright stars and count the seven sisters, and pretend that Draco’s next to him, counting with him. He can pretend that if he says their names out loud just right — Alcyone, Electra, Merope — the silence of Draco not-correcting him won’t feel so loud.

Soon enough, he’ll forget that they ever shared this bed. It’ll be easier that way.

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vickyvicarious · 3 years

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Hardison: "Okay, I've written three months worth of blogs for our sensitive dad over here, I've got prices for the braces, Dashell's chess club..."

Eliot: "You put in that we went to the Super Bowl?"

Hardison: "Oh, yeah man, yeah, you even met some of the players. Now, what I was thinking, tell me what you feel, are you guys goin' on like a, a road-trip cross-country, you do a tour or something, go see-"

Eliot: [face contorts as Hardison speaks, till he finally interrupts him] "Yeah, yeah. I like that, I like that, or - and I'm just gonna put this out there, what if I took him on a tour of all the, all the, all the ball parks in America, Hardison, huh?!" [Nate and Hardison both interject quietly but Eliot shouts over them] "Or maybe took him to the opera, or the moon, huh?! You know, believable father-and-son stuff!"

Nate: "A little focus, please."

Eliot: "Look at the picture he used, man!"

Hardison: "Hey! Excuse me, man, I'm sorry if this kinda writing opens me up creatively, I'm usually stuck lookin' at binary codes all day, maybe I was writin' the father that I wanted one day, okay? Th-That ma- what's the problem with gettin' emotionally butt-nekkid?!"

Eliot: "Whoaaaa..."

Nate: "Oh, please don't, please don't, we-"

Hardison: "I'm just tryin' to share my feelin's on paper!"

Nate: "We don't wanna see that, no, please don't." [gets them back on track]

This is a very funny exchange but I can't help but feel like there's at least three other things going on here.

On the surface, it's just Eliot being annoyed because Hardison went against his wishes and changed his portrayal to a super doting sensitive dad over what he requested:

Eliot: "Alright, look, listen to me. If I'm gonna do this, alright, I wanna... I wanna be tough dad, y'know what I mean? Cool dad. Just enough to turn her head - don't go overboard on this, keep it simple. You know, someone who's, who's not afraid to make a PB&J, okay, but still wants to go out into the yard, get dirty, kick the soccer ball around a little bit... -Strict! But fair."

Except Eliot didn't have any problem playing a more sensitive/open dad when he was meeting with the soccer moms. And he didn't seem to start totally losing it until Hardison described all the stuff that fictional Eliot+his son had done together, particularly the Super Bowl and the roadtrip. Which are definitely more overboard activities compared to what he's been picturing maybe, but also I feel like his reaction is way over the top. His insistence that these aren't at all realistic father/son activities is. Interesting. Especially when paired with his requested type of dad who seems like the kinda guy who would like to do at least some of that stuff if he could afford it.

It's all kind of giving me thought about Eliot's own relationship with his dad, and the kinds of things they did or did not do together, and how seeing himself portrayed this way may bring back memories or something?

There's also Hardison talking about how he got really into it, maybe put some of what he wanted in a dad once.

We don't often get to see Hardison talk about his childhood in general, but he certainly never mentions any kind of father figure or male mentor, just Nana. It's definitely interesting to have him express that longing he once had for a doting dad here, especially with Nate sitting right next to him. Hardison has always been more open and emotional, and also more eager and clearly willing to learn from Nate. His relationship with Nate even parallels Nate's relationship with Jimmy Ford in some ways, as a sort of father figure who isn't really much of a dad most of the time. Nate gets much more fatherly with Parker, possibly because she isn't really seeking that from him so it's not as difficult for him to open himself up in return. But that means that Hardison who does look more for that kind of older mentor, Nate's approval and guidance, etc., is kind of left in the cold.

Then we have Hardison shouting about expressing his feelings and being emotionally open.

If you go with the common interpretation that something happened between the thiefsome after the Rundown Job, this is really interesting. Because there was enough time for Eliot to heal up from his injuries, then he had an emotionally difficult time in the Low Low Price Job, then the White Rabbit was hard on Parker, then the Corkscrew Job everything seemed mostly fine between all three of them. But Eliot's been sitting on the other side of the table with Nate and Sophie in between himself and Parker/Hardison. And he's been acting openly interested in the blogger moms this whole episode. Which at first, Hardison was joking with him about as well.

But it kinda feels to me like there was romantic intimacy explored in some way after Rundown, then Eliot kept some distance and even asked that lady out in Low Low Price. Hardison and Parker gave him time and space and didn't push, but now it's Christmas season - a time Parker's going on about togetherness and caring, and gifts are usually given and feelings shared... Except Nate's insisting on no gifts this year. An easy out for Eliot. And Hardison is working closely with Eliot who is being all into these other women. Kinda feels like Hardison's sick of it. He's given Eliot lots of time, lots of space, and he knows how Eliot feels! It's not like Parker who was working steadily towards their relationship even if she took her time, Eliot let something happen then just went into full denial mode and it's getting kinda old to pretend nothing happened.

The scene at the end of the episode fits really well with this too, when Sophie gives her speech about trust, and their gifts to one another for Christmas being sharing something personal. She asks who will go first, and after a very short pause, Parker nominates Eliot, with a little nod. Then Nate goes for it instead, but his story is very genuine and open and vulnerable. And in the last second or two of the episode we see Eliot lift his head and shake his hair out of his face like maybe he's getting ready to speak next.

Could be a great lead-in to the thiefsome properly getting together while still keeping everything canon.

#leverage #leverage rewatch #eliot spencer #alec hardison #thiefsome #nate ford #leverage meta #my meta

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harryssunflowerkiwi · 4 years

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‘KIWI’ Part 2.

Pairing: Harry Styles x female reader.

Synopsis: You see Harry again. he’s still smitten and you’re horny.

Word count: 8.1K

Warnings: swearing, drinking, drugs (cocaine; mentioned in some detail), and SMUT (unprotected! Wrap it up pls), and slight pain kink. 18+

A/N: Hello! I hope you’re doing good :) here’s part two!!! Yay!! Thank you to those who liked part one. I truly am having so much fun writing this. Sorry it took me 80000 years to post this, I took a break! But it’s here and I’m so happy. Also, this is my first time writing smut! So please be nice but let me know what you think. Again, please keep in mind that this is PURE FICTION and is in no way an accurate dipiction of Harry Styles! It’s just for entertainment purposes. Also! For the purpose of the story, please pretend kiwi was not part of HS1 and instead part of his third (unwritten) album :) With that being said, i hope you love this part as much as I do xoxo

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PART 1

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September 12th 2020~

It’s nine days since Harry had met you, nine long days. For him the days since have been filled with long studio hours and sleepless nights. Every night he’d come home and wonder when he’d get the chance to meet you again, he’d think about what you were doing and if you were thinking about him as much as he’d been thinking about you. Surely you hadn’t, he thought. If you had been interested you would have given him your phone number, like all the other girls had jumped at the chance to do. He tried to stay humble, but he wasn’t oblivious to the effect he had on women. It was obvious, atleast it always had been before. They all threw themselves at him, but you didn’t. You didn’t even give him a proper excuse to why he couldn’t have your number. You showed him very little interest and yet, here he was completely infatuated after one simple meeting. Sure, meeting you gave him enough inspiration to write songs which was initially the reason he went to that party. But it only left him wanting to do whatever he could to get the chance to see you again.

The days since the party have been rather stress filled for you on the other hand. With London fashion week coming up in less than a week you had so much work to do. You had a fashion show on the seventeenth to prepare for and dozens of custom outfits for various celebrities to finalize. It was both exhausting and exhilarating. You had thought about Harry, he’d pop up in your head whenever a song of his would play in the office or in the coffee shop you went to almost everyday. You felt the spark when you two had met, of course you did. He was incredibly attractive, charming, and kind but you didn’t have time to be dating a celebrity of his stature. You have a buisness to run and the last thing you need a bunch of insanely nosey fans bullying you along with the heartbreak of the inevitable break up.

Harry was sitting in the studio with Mitch, Sarah, and Charlotte recording. The three of his band mates were in the booth recording their respective parts of a song Harry had written a few months back called “30,000 miles” while Harry was sat on one of the black leather couches just outside the booth attempting to write. Although he’s been able to write a lot about you, he’s only gotten one song even remotely close to being finished. Most of what’s he’s writin since meeting you has come out more like journal entries about how your eyes made him quiver and how when you hugged him he felt like your touch was exactly what he’d been missing thus far. It all sounded like a horny fourteen year old, Harry thought. He needed to see you again for his feelings to repourpose themselves into more coherent emotions. Harry had been wracking his brain on how to make that happen since the two of you met, and the only thing he could think of was to ask Jeff. The only problem with that, however, was that Jeff would more than likely tell you and make Harry look desperate. And even though he was bordering on desperate, he certainly didn’t want you to know that.

Harry was lost in thought (about you of course) when Mitch came out of the booth and sat in the dark blue velvet armchair directly across from Harry. “Still having trouble dude?” He asked sympathetically bringing Harry out of his little trance. Harry sighed and moved his gaze away from the small leather bound notebook he was writing in to focus on his friend.

“S’ just hard man. S’neva been this hard before.” Harry said as he closed the book.

Mitch nodded and mumbled “it’s probably because you’ve never been single while tryna write”. Harry put his palms over his face and let out deep chuckle.

“Fuck, you’ve go’ a good point” he agreed as he sat lower into the couch.

“Are you interested in anyone at all right now? I mean I don’t think I’ve seen ya single for this long in forever” Mitch pointed out as he reached for his water bottle from beside the sound board. Harry sighed deeply, ran his right hand through his curls and gave Mitch a little pout.

“Who is she dude?” Mitch asks with after letting out a loud laugh at his friend being overly dramatic.

“Y’ remember y/n? The designer fo’ KIWI?” Harry responds, leaning forward and rests his left palm under his chin.

“Fuckin hell H. Wasn’t that night the first time you met her?” Mitch says with a grin, obviously teasing Harry.

“I know, I know. S’fuckin ridiculous but I can’ stop thinking about her” Harry replied as he slouched himself back into the couch shoved his black raybans off the top of his head so they were sitting on his nose, covering his embassment.

September 13th 2020~

Today is Sunday, which means it’s Harry’s day off. He didn’t really know what to do with the day but he was still extremely happy to have time to relax and try (and fail) to not worry about everything. He woke up at ten this morning, actually allowing himself to sleep in to make up for the various all nighters he had been pulling throughout the last week. He dreamt of you but not in the way he’d want, not one of those erotic sex dreams where he could make all his needs come true. No. In his dream you were with someone else, and he kept trying to talk to you but you couldn’t hear him or you were simply ignoring him. Either way it didn’t feel good but for some ungodly reason he’d still woken up with a raging boner. “Fuckin ‘ell even the thought of her wit’ someone else gets me off” he grumbled with a groan in frustration as he rolled out of bed.

As Harry was making himself breakfast, chopping yellow grape tomatoes on the large oak cutting board that sat on the marble counter next to the stove, he heard his phone ring. He looked around to try and spot where the ringing was coming from as he’d forgotten where he’d put it. He spotted it on the island behind him and to his left. He sprinted over to it and quickly answered with his left hand, wiping the tomato juice off the fingers on his right hand off on his blue sweatpants. “Harry here” he said realizing he hadn’t checked to see who it was before answering.

“Harry! I’ve got great news for you mate” Mitch’s deep American accent rang through the phone.

“Wha’ is the good news Mitch?” Harry asked as he sat at one of the light blue quilted stools that sat at the island, suddenly feeling slightly anxious.

“I’ve just found out KIWI is doing a show for London fashion week, it’s this Thursday” Harry could practically hear the grin on Mitch’s face through his voice. A fashion show? How could he get an invite four days before the show? Would he even get the chance to see her if he did? Won’t she be busy? Won’t she think he’s weird for going? Harry’s mind was filled with questions he knew Mitch wouldn’t have the answers to.

“Dude?” Mitch’s voice snapped Harry out of his panicked thoughts.

“Gotta go man, thanks for telling me” Harry mumbled before hanging up quickly.

After a few hours of debating with himself and trying tirelessly to forget about the idea all together, Harry found himself sat at his dining table with his phone open to Jeff’s contact. He stared down at the phone resting against the mahogany wood dining table trying to convince himself this was a bad idea. However, his efforts were in vain in the end. He glanced at the time in the right hand corner and it showed 12:41AM. He pressed the call button so quickly he himself even doubted if he’d done it at all, but evidently the calling screen came up and he brought it to his ear. Letting out a huge sigh at the forth ring, figering Jeff wouldn’t even pick up at this time of night. “Hello?” Harry almost dropped the phone when he’d heard Jeff’s voice on the other end.

“Um h-hello, Jeff s’ Harry” he stuttered slightly, still not really believing he was going through with this.

“Yeah H, I know. What’s up?” Jeff chuckled loudly.

“Oh umm so you uh know y/n right?” Harry asked trying not to seem to eager.

Again, Jeff laughed a bit before saying “you like her don’t you?”. Harry groaned internally at his friends ability to gudge his feelings based on his voice alone.

“Doesn’ matter, was jus’ callin’ to see if you could get meh a seat at the KIWI show on Thursday” Harry said as more of a statement rather than a question, feeling his confidence peak its head again.

“H, that’s in four days” Jeff responded without hesitation.

“Yeh I know, I jus’ ave’ to be there alrigh’?” Harry asked as politely as he could without making it obvious he was trying desperately to avoid any further questioning.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do”.

September 14th 2020~

Today was incredibly busy for you. There were only three days till your show and you still had so much to do to make sure it would be perfect. You were currently at the office that you rent out for KIWI. The space is nice, modern and open with a slightly acclectic feel to match your taste. There were 3 separated offices, the smallest was for your assistant Grace, another for the head of public relations for the company who’s name is Gretchen, and the largest one at the end of the hall was yours. You decorated nicely, but kept it minimal as to not cause to many distractions. You only came in when there was issues you couldn’t deal with from home or when you just felt like getting out of the house to work. You liked to keep your company small, only hiring people who you really trust for jobs you couldn’t handle yourself. Even though KIWI is incredibly successful, you were generally able to manage it with little help.

At 7:13AM you arrived, greeting Grace and heading straight to your private office telling her to follow you. Once sat in your large brown leather chair Grace started giving you the rundown of who’s called, what there is to do, shipments, etc. “Jeff Azoff called early this morning, he left a voicemail asking for your availability. I told him to call back at 11 just before you go out for lunch as that is your earliest availability today” she relayed as she stood nervously (she was pretty much always nervous, even though she’d been working for you for over two years).

“Okay, did he mention what it was about?” You asked wondering what he could possibly need that he wouldn’t just call your cell.

“No, but he did say it’s urgent” Grace responded with a small nod.

At a quarter to eleven your desk phone rang, you picked up at the first ring already sitting right next to it typing out an email on your laptop. “Mr. Azoff on line 2” Grace said on the other side.

“Great, thanks Grace” you responded before hanging up and switching to line two. “Hey Jeff” you said as you closed your laptop.

“Hi! How’s it going y/n, haven’t talked since the party” he asked seeming quite cheery.

“I’m good Jeff, why are you calling through KIWI? Why not just call my cell?” You questioned rather confused.

“Ah because you told me not to call your cell for matters concerning KIWI-” he said as if it was obvious.

“Right, but you you’ve only ever called regarding KIWI to get pieces for one of your clients and you usually go through Gretchen” you cut him off, still extremely confused.

He chuckled before saying “Well If you’d stop cutting me off I’d tell you why I’m calling. I need a front row seat for your show on Thursday”. Well, that was certainly not what you thought he’d say. He’s never asked for a seat at one of your shows, let alone a front row three days before it happens.

“What? Are you insane? It’s in three days. Why on earth would you need a front row seat?” You asked, now even more confused.

“It’s not for me, it’s for Harry. C’mon I know you can bump someone back a bit, it’ll be good publicity having him there” Jeff said calmly. You had to do a bit of a double take when he mentioned Harry’s name, why would Jeff need him to be there this last minute? He had surely already been invited to the Gucci show on the same day. You sighed

“I don’t know, the people I put in front row deserve to be there. Any of them would take it as an insult to be put in second row”. You heard hum quietly on the other side of the phone

“y/n if you put Harry upfront it’ll be good for KIWI, you know I’m right” he continued. You let out a frustrated huff, you knew he was right. The paps would have a field day with him missing the Gucci show to come to yours, but you already had so much to deal with.

“Was this your idea or his?” You asked, genuinely curious. “He asked me to, but I think it’s an incredible idea for both of you” he said confidently.

“Fine, call Grace to set up the details. I’ll have an outfit sent to Harry by Wednesday morning just email me his measurements. He can’t be showing up to my show in Gucci” you replied sternly, giving in.

Harry was at the studio when Jeff called him. He was going over some adjustments for ‘30,000 miles’ with Kid Harpoon when his phone rang. “Jeff! Any news?” He said hopefully after picking up as soon as he was Jeff’s contact.

Jeff chuckled at the boys eagerness “Mhm you’re lucky I’m so good at convincing people, you’ve got a front row seat at the KIWI fashion show this Thursday” he said proudly.

Harry stood out of the leather rolling chair instantly and yelled “Wooooo!” Slightly starting Kid and causing Jeff to laugh through the phone.

“I’m glad I could get it for ya H. They are sending over an outfit for you to wear and I’ll have a car at your place on Thursday at 6PM sharp to pick you up.” Harry smiled widely, taking in the information as he sat back down.

“Thank ya’ Jeff, y’ the best manager eva’”

September 17th 2020~

Today is the big day. Of course it’s not your first runway show but the nerves never lessen, every time it gets more intense and nerve-racking. The cloths you design are your heart and soul, your blood sweat and tears, your everything. This makes showing them off to critics and the entire world terrifying but exciting. Not to mention you’ve decided to walk as the last model for the finale, which makes the whole thing even scarier as you’ve never really walked a runway as a model.

For some reason the knowledge that Harry was going to be front row made you all the more anxious and you hated it. No man has ever made you nervous at your own damn fashion show, it’s rediculous. “I don’t even like him” you said aloud to yourself as you were in the car on the way to the venue. Luckily by now your driver knows well enough to keep his mouth shut when you talk to yourself.

Once you arrived at the venue it was half past two. You always show up hours before the show to help set up, get all the outfits in place for the respective models and make sure everything is absolutely perfect. You’d spent months designing the way you wanted the show to look, clothing aside. The catwalk is all white, ensuring that all the colors included in the collection pop as they were meant to, especially once photographed. Above the runway are large fixtures that are meant to look like clouds, giving the whole collection an airy out-of-this-world feel. Which is exactly what you had planned when designing it.

Backstage was hectic and stressful, as it always was. The models all arrived at three, giving everyone enough time to get hair and makeup done in time for the show. The makeup and hair you had chosen for this collection was simple, yet bold. Nothing to extreme to not take away from the clothes.

Harry was incredibly excited for the show, more excited than he had been for a fashion show since the first one he attended. He was there to see you, but he was also elated to get to see the collection. He’s never been disappointed by the pieces you’d designed. Even before his newfound crush on you. You were exceedingly talented and fantastic at what you do, he’s known that since long before he met you. The suit you’d sent for him was breathtaking to say the least. He absolutely adored it. It was a black suit, with gold lining and silver flower embroidery all along the jacket. It made him feel like a billion dollars.

Harry arrived just before the show started, not to seem to eager in case you came to survey the venue before it started. He found the seat with his name on it and grinned widely as he sat. His seat was right at the end of the runway where the models would turn before walking back. It was the ideal spot really, and it gave him butterflies thinking that you gave him the best spot. The venue was nothing like he’d ever seen before and he was sure you had something to do with that also, because it was breathtaking.

Time went by like a blink of the eye for you, what seemed like twenty minutes turned out to be an hour. You were ushered to the hair and makeup chair to prepare for the finale. For some reason all your nerves had dissipated, completely vanished into thin air as you sat and listened to the makeup artist compliment you on how incredible everything looked.

After forty minutes in the hair and makeup chair you were being dressed. You had chosen one of the only gowns in the collection for the finale, wanting to go out on a memorable note (even though you considered every piece in the collection to be memorable). The gown was a floor length fully hand embroidered black and gold gown. Each embroidery was done by you. It had long sleeves with the same detailing and it was sinched perfectly around your waist with a large solid gold plate. The gown was the piece that inspired the whole collection, taking almost six months to make. You were very proud of it and you felt incredibly sexy.

As your stylists were putting you in your black pumps, one of the coordinators came over and said “miss y/l/n is on in five”. You took a deep breath, attempting to mentally prepare yourself. You followed the coordinator towards the entrance to the catwalk. You felt eerily calm, you knew you should be freaking out but you weren’t. You felt incredible.

“3..2...1.. here comes y/n for the finale”

Harry was thoroughly enjoying the show, each item was completely perfect. Everything was cohesive but wildly different, anyone with working eyes could tell how much thought and attention to detail was put into everything. Even the styling was uniquely perfect, each model wore the pieces like they were made for them. Not a single thing looked out of place, everything belonged in a rabelious harmony and Harry was completely enveloped in it. The music stopped playing as the last model walked out, Harry looked around as another song started playing. Assuming this was the finale, Harry sat up straighter and grinned. Excited to see whatever you had planned. As the beat dropped in the song, all the models came walking out in two lines. One on the right and one on the left. Once the two front models came to the end of the catwalk they all stopped and slowly bowed their heads. Harry’s heart was beating so fast he thought he might actually have a heart attack. Then all of a sudden you walked around the corner and stepped onto the runway and Harry’s heart stopped completely. You were walking towards him like you had walked a million runways. You looked so powerful and sexy. The gown you wore was nothing short of breathtaking, a fine piece of art and the way it fit your body made all the blood rush towards his crotch.

As you reached the end of the catwalk you looked directly at Harry, who was sitting right night to the main camera. You gave him a quick knowing smirk, obviously seeing the pure shock on his face as you turned around and started walking back towards the entrance. God, you felt fucking incredible. Each model followed you one by one off the runway before the music stopped.

September 23rd 2020~

The last three days went by relatively fast for you. The show went exactly how you wanted it to and it was nothing short of perfection. All the press had been incredible and the critics were being positive which wasn’t always a given. There’s been a lot of buzz about the gown you wore, in fact, there’s word of the national art museum of London wanting to showcase it which is unbelievable. All your success has been skyrocketed, even from what it was at before. Having Harry at the show helped with the media buzz, they always went crazy when he was around but it did start rumours of the two of you dating. Especially after the pictures from the show were released and it was very obvious he was staring at you in such a way. You didn’t really care though, all publicity was good publicity.

It was Wednesday today, and you decided to work from home this week because you were still pretty exhausted from all the work you’d done in preparation for the show. Your day had been relitively slow, answering emails and drawing out some new designs for spring. You were sitting at your desk drawing out a coat design when your phone started ringing, you glanced at it and saw Glenne’s name pop up. You smiled lightly and picked up up.

“Hello?” You greeted her.

“Hey y/n! How are you?” She asked cheerily.

“I’m great G, just finishing some work. How are you?” You asked as you sat back in your chair.

“Great! So the reason I’m calling is because Jeff and I wanted to throw a party for you to celebrate the show. Obviously we need you here for that” she giggled, obviously excited.

“Aw of course I’ll come. What day is it?” You asked.

“It’s Friday night! It’ll be at the Hilton hotel, just give them your name. We’d like everyone to be there at nine if possible” she responded.

“Okay! I’ll be there at seven babe” you said as you stood up to look in your fridge, suddenly feeling hungry.

“Harry will be there” Glenne said knowingly, slightly drawing out the end of his name. You laughed as you shoved a slice of cheese into your mouth.

“And?” You asked.

She giggled again, “he’s been asking about you a lot lately, and we all saw him at your show. You two are obviously fucking” she said in a mocking tone.

“G! We are not. He’s just obsessed with me” you chuckled, rummaging through your fridge for more snacks.

“Oh stop, who isn’t? Plus you guys would be adorable together!” She responded loudly through the phone.

“G, he’s the relationship type and I’m so far from that, you know this” you said sternly.

“Y/N you don’t even know him, how do you know he’s the relationship type?” She asked giggling at your tendency to assume you know people immediately upon meeting them.

“I’ve heard his music, G. Anyways, I’ve got to go make something to eat before my stomach eats itself. I’ll see you Friday”.

September 25th 2020~

As soon as Jeff told Harry about the party they were throwing for you he was ecstatic, knowing he’d get a chance to actually speak to you. Since it was a celebration of you and KIWI, Harry decided to wear some of the pieces he owned that you designed. It took him about 30 minutes to decided on which of your designs he wanted to wear, hoping you would appreciate the gesture. Jeff had already assured Harry that he wouldn’t be the only one wearing KIWI at the party when he brought up the idea to him, which made Harry feel more comfortable. Eventually he decided to wear a two piece set you’d designed last season. It was Harry’s favourite. It was a long sleeve button up shirt and long perfectly fitted trousers, both made out of a beautiful sparkly blue fabric with a light contrast stitching.

Upon arriving at the hotel Harry noticed that there were many cars parked out front and all down the street, way more than there had been at the last get together. He assumed it was because you would have invited more of your circle this time, as they were celebrating you. Harry made it up to the penthouse where the lady at the front desk had told him to go, and was greeted at the door by Jeff, quickly giving him a hug and ushering him into the large room. “Sorry I’m a little late, had some issues with m’ car” Harry apologized to Jeff with a small smile, both of them fully aware that he was indeed late because he takes so long to get ready.

“S’all good man, it’s just getting started” Jeff chuckled lowly as Harry followed him through the foyer and into the large open living room, where it seemed most of the party goers were. It was a pretty busy, around 80 people from what Harry could see. Through the crowd his eyes landed directly on you. You were talking to a small group of people, some of who Harry recognized. You were sitting on one of the big couches on the right side of the open space, you were slowly nodding while sipping from a glass of dark brown liquid. You were wearing a gold sparkly jumpsuit that hugged every inch of your torso in the most flattering way possible and flared at the from the knee down. Half of your wavy hair was effortlessly pinned back with a brown claw clip. You looked so beautiful, you stood out in the crowd of other beautiful people. Your energy and vibrancy completely overpowering the room.

As soon as Harry entered the living room with Jeff your attention was taken away from the group of friends around you. You immediately noticed that Harry was wearing one of your personal favourite designs, and you could tell he had spotted you aswell. As if he was looking for you, he smiled widely as you made eye contact. “Excuse me guys, I’m going to grab another drink” you smiled at the group before standing up and walking across the living room diagonally towards the open concept kitchen to the left of the living room. You purposefully glanced at Harry as you walked passed him with a cute innocent smile.

As soon as you entered the kitchen and bar area you felt someone behind you, you turned on your heel being met with Harry a few feet behind you. “Ello love” he greeted you with his deep English accent, “congratulations on the show, ‘t was incredible” he complimented with a genuine smile on his soft pink lips. You smiled back and slowly looked him up and down, observing his body in your design.

“Thank you, Harry. I’m glad you liked it. Lovely choice by the way” you said as you motioned towards his outfit with your hand.

“T’was hard too choose which one to wear if I’m ‘onest” he replied with a low chuckle as he stepped towards you a bit.

“You made the right choice, it’s one of my favourite designs I’ve done” you complimented as you leaned against the large marble counter, placing your almost empty drink on it “fits your body perfectly” you continued as you met your gaze with his again.

“It does doesn’t it?” He asked cheekily as he pulled at the top a bit with his ring clad hands. “Y’ look incredible, love the jumpsuit” he flattered as he moved about a foot closer, leaving only a few inches between the two of you.

You smirked “so charming” you replied as you gently touched his cheek while holding strong eye contact. You could feel his heart beating against your arm. You stared at each other for a few more seconds, almost as if you were having a conversation solely through eye contact.

“You need a drink” you smiled as you let your hand fall from his face and you spinned around as you made your way over to the bar.

Harry was completely stunned as he watched you walk over to the large bar, quickly grabbing all the ingredients for whatever drink you had decided he should drink. Being so close to you only moments before made his mind blur and his heart race. How could you just walk away when it seemed as if you were about to kiss him? Most people would jump at the chance. But he assumes most people would also jump at the chance to kiss you, he certainly would. He was taken out of his thoughts by your sweet voice. “Harry” you called for him from the bar, his name sounding like heaven coming out of your mouth like that.

“What’d ya make me love?” He asked as he walked over to you. You held out a glass filled with dark brown liquid and a single large ice cube in it.

“A Manhattan, it’s my favourite” you blinked sweetly at him, the sides of your mouth tugging up at the sides as he grabbed it mimicking your smile before taking a sip and making a face as though he’d just taken a shot. Your smile grew.

“S’very strong love, but good” he assured you.

“Mmm what’s the point of a drink if it’s not strong enough to burn” you replied, not as a question but rather a strong statement again hitting him with that beautiful stare. You picked up your own drink (the same as the one you’d made for him) and said a quick “cheers” before downing most of it. Harry was about to say something but was quickly inturrupted by a group of people entering the bar area.

The group consisted of a few people Harry knew, immediately recognizing Lizzo, ASAP Rocky, Gigi and Bella Hadid but there were a few others with them he didn’t know (or atleast didn’t recognize). The smile on your face grew into a wide grin as Bella squealed and said your name, engulfing you in a bear hug. “Bells!” You giggled lightly into her shoulder before releasing from the hug.

“The show was incredible Y/N. You’re a fucking genius” she praised as she walked behind the bar, still smiling widely.

“You walked in it love” you reminded her, giggling as you went to greet Rocky. The two of you hugged tightly before releasing, Rocky’s hands going up to cup your face.

“You killed it baby, just like you always do” he said as he kissed your nose. You could feel Harry’s eyes burning into the side of your head as he chatted along with lizzo.

“Mm thank you Rocky, you know you’re my muse” you grinned wider as you kissed both his hands in appreciation.

Harry couldn’t help but watch your interaction with Rocky, you seemed so comfortable, so intimate. Harry felt a pang of jealousy run through his stomach at you calling Rocky your “muse”. He brushed it off with a clearing of his throat as he turned his attention back to lizzo. “You good H? Uh oh. Y/N made you one of her manhattans didn’t she?” Lizzo laughed loudly looking down at the drink in his hands before hitting Harry’s shoulder playfully, the question bringing your attention to them.

“Hey! My manhattans are world renowned Mel” (Lizzo’s real name is Melissa) you said proudly as you took a few steps forward, closing the distance between you and the couple. You pulled Lizzo in for a hug “m glad you came” you said as the two of you pulled apart.

“Of course! The collection is legendary as per” she replied genuinely. You thanked her and gave her a kiss on the cheek before turning your attention to Harry.

“If you’ll excuse Harry and I, Mel. He was just about to escort me outside for a smoke” you informed her, all well making full eye contact with Harry.

“Mhmmm you two have fun, come get me for shots later”

Harry followed you outside onto the large open balcony, watching you greet people on the way, doing the same if he knew the person. As soon as the two of you stepped outside Harry watched you take a deep breath, tipping your head back slightly to take in the fresh air. It looked almost erotic, even though it was just a simple action it made all Harry’s senses tingle. “How do’ya know Rocky?” Harry asked seemingly out of nowhere, it almost shocked himself. He knew he tends to get jealous rather easily, and maybe even a little possessive but usually it only comes out with people he’s exclusive with, not a women he’s never even kissed. And yet, there it was. He tried to sound casual but worried he failed terribly. You turned your head to him with a slight smirk before licking your lower lip and chuckling slightly.

“Oh, we’ve known each other for a long time. Met him at a party when I was first starting out” you said nonchalantly before grabbing a pack of cigarettes off the small table that sat on the deck. Harry nodded, understanding that you were in no way going to give away the nature of yours and Rockys relationship.

“I listened through your album again this morning” you admitted, effortlessly changing the subject back to him while taking a long drag of the cigarette you had just lit. Harry tried his best to hide the grin appearing on his face as he stared at you,

“did ya?” He asked waiting for you to continue your thought.

“Mhm. Listened to it in the shower” you hummed, as you leaned forward against the railing in front of the two of you, taking in the view and breaking eye contact.

The thought of you listening to Harry sing while completely naked in the shower made his skin feel like it was on fire and all his blood rush down to his groin. “What’s y’ favourite song?” He asked, leaning his back against the railing right next to you and looking down at your face. You looked up at him and hummed in thought.

“She” you said with a thoughtful, almost devious smile before standing up straight and putting out your smoke.

“Let’s go do shots, yeah?” Harry nodded with an amused smile as you grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the hotel.

Four shots and two hours later Harry found himself sitting on one of the couches to the right side of the open living room, watching you dance along with your friends in the middle. You looked so free, so careless, so magical. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, trying to listen to whatever Jeff was trying to tell him to his right. “You’re not paying attention are you man?” Harry heard Jeff ask through a laugh as he followed Harry’s eyeline straight to you. Harry pried his eyes away from you to look at Jeff

“sorry mate. I’m listenin’” Harry told him, not really trying to be convincing.

“She’s an actress y’know. Not literally, but she knows how to get what she wants, she always has. But she’s got a good heart, just be careful alright?” Jeff said to him, patting his knee before standing up and walking over to glenne who was stood at the other side of the room.

Harry sat, watching you as he went over what Jeff had said to him a few moments ago. “She’s an actress”. Did he have to be careful? You didn’t look dangerous, but you did scare him a little. Not because he thought you’d physically hurt him or anything, but he knew if he’d let you, you could dig deep into his already fragile heart. Break it, possibly like it hadn’t been before.

Harry was brought out of his thoughts by seeing you turn your body towards where he was sitting, breaking yourself out of the group of friends that surrounded you. You made eye contact with Harry and motioned for him to come to you with your perfectly manicured right hand. You weren’t smiling, but he could see a glint of something he thought was amusement in your eyes. He got up and walked over to you. “You motioned fo’ me love?” He asked as he approached, a small smirk apparently on both your lips.

“Mhm, come” you said as you offered him your hand. He took your small hand in his as you ushered him through the growing crowd.

The two of you walked all the way through the living room, and passed the kitchen before entering a smaller room to the left of the kitchen. As you entered Harry took in his surroundings, it appeared to be an office space. There was a glass table in the center of the room with a large plate decorated with multiple lines of white powder on it, along with three chairs; one blue velvet and the other two grey of the same material. There were a few other people in the room, but Harry didn’t recognize them. “Some privacy please loves” you said aloud, asking them to leave Harry and yourself alone in the space. The strangers immediately obliged when they saw you, muttering greetings as they exited. You turned around to face Harry who was standing only slightly behind you.

“do you fancy a line Harry?” You asked, your hand coming up to touch his shoulder lightly.

“S’ a party innit?” He agreed, making you smile all too innocently given what he was agreeing to was quite the opposite. You walked over to the plate of narcotics, picking up the metal straw from beside it before holding it up to your nose. You bent over the table, flipping your hair over to the right side to make sure it didn’t get in the way as you breathed in deep through your nose inhaling a thick line of the powder. Harry watched as you stood up straight, tipping your head back and inhaling through your nose to make sure you got it all. You let out a cheery giggle before holding the straw out to Harry. He took it and did the same.

Just as Harry stood up straight you gently carressed his left cheek, staring into his blown out pupils. “God, you’re somethin’ else” he spoke just below a whisper, only loud enough for you to barely hear. He brought his large ring filled hand up to your waist as your hand fell from his cheek to his neck. He applied pressure to your waist encouraging you to move so your bum was pushed against the glass table. Once you obliged he moved even closer to you so your noses were practically touching, his hand moving to smooth itself over your back to hold you in place.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, his voice much lower and more raspy than it had been. His eyes filled with desperation and lust. Instead of responding you giggled lightly and pulled him in by his neck, connecting your lips. The kiss was slow and messy, but filled with an undying passion. Your left hand squeezed his neck slightly, egging him on as one of his hands went to cup your jaw while the other one steadied on your waist. You opened your mouth slightly, inviting him in which he immediately took advantage of, sliding his tongue into your mouth. Both your lips were slightly numb from the coke but it did nothing but intensify the feeling. He tasted like whiskey and peppermint, making your head dizzy (in the most incredible way). You let your hands drop down to his waistband, slowly untucking the button down from his trousers and beginning to undue the buttons. Your eagerness made a low groan erupt from the back of his throat, feeling his boner growing rapidly at your touch. You broke the kiss as you finished unbuttoning his shirt, both of your breathing unsteady. He watched as you ran your hands up his torso slowly before pushing his sleeves off his wide shoulders. You made eye contact with him as he went to kiss you again, you stopped him shaking your head. You bent your head down slightly and licked his chest, starting from the top of his butterfly tattoo and ending just under his jaw. The feeling driving Harry completely insane with lust, goosebumps appearing all over his body as he let out a throaty moan

“y’ drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy” he said as you came up, standing up straight.

“Sit” you spoke, pointing at the large blue velvet chair next to you, not breaking eye contact. You could still hear the booming music and people taking from the other rooms as you watched him sit. You turned around so your back was facing Harry as you undid the tie that held up the top part of your jumpsuit letting it fall down, exposing your entire torso and back.

You heard Harry mutter a low “fuck” as you turned around and positioned yourself on top of him, successfully straddling his lap.

You could feel the exceedingly large bulge through his pants pressing against your crotch as he began kissing down your neck and towards your breasts causing you to moan slightly.

“Please Harry” you said breathlessly, giving him some control as you began slowly grinding back and forth against him.

“Tell me princess. Tell me what ya want” he raspily requested as he gripped onto your hips with both his hands, guiding your movements.

“I want you to fuck me harry, I want you to use me” you said still grinding against him while looking down slightly into his eyes as he stared back up at you. Without hesitation he lifted you, firmly holding onto your bum as he stood up and set you down on the table.

“Lift up love” he ordered, you leaned back on your hands and lifted up for bum so he could pull down the remaining part of your jumpsuit. After discarding the material to the side, taking your nude pumps along with it, he took a moment to take in your practically naked body. You grinned widely at his reaction as he began to grope your boobs, once again connecting his lips with yours. You reached your hands down to undo the button of his pants, using your skilled fingers you got them down in record time. You looked back up at him to see his eyes already staring at you. You placed your hands on either side of his face while his still ran along your nude body.

“Please Harry, I need your cock” you whispered seductively causing his whole body to go into overdrive.

He quickly pulled down his already undone trousers and boxers before sliding your peach coloured thong to the side, feeling your dripping pussy with his index finger and letting out an animalistic groan. You watched as he grabbed his large dick with his left hand, lining himself up at your entrance before turning his gaze back to your face. You both held eye contact as he entered you. The feeling completely overwhelming both of you, you leaned your head back, gripping roughly onto his back as you both let out a strangled moan. “Fuck” you moaned “you’re so big”. Your words egging him on, he picked up his pace pumping in and out of you slow but rough. He kept his focus on your face, watching as you moaned his name and praised him. You looked like a complete wet dream, your eyes barely open, your head tilted back as you stared at him through your eyelashes refusing to break eye contact.

“Good girl.... y’ take me so fucking good” he moaned, his ringed fingers digging harshly into your hips as his grip tightened. You lifted your head and moved your hands to his neck pulling him in closer so that his face was not even an inch away from yours.

“Harder Harry, fuck me harder” you moaned, completely out of breath. He started pounding into faster, all the sounds of the hectic party just outside completely drowned out by the sound of his balls slapping harshly against you and your shared moans. You finally broke eye contact when you leaned your head to the side and began leaving messy wet kisses along his jaw before meeting his neck with your mouth. You bit down roughly onto the skin of his neck earning a throaty moan from him. You licked over the spot you’d just bitten, soothing the pain a bit before he pulled your head back, balling your hair into his fist so you would look at him.

“Dirty little princess y’ are... leavin’ marks on me” he growled into your mouth before rejioning your lips to his and continuing his relentless pace with his hips.

You could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly, the overwhelming tingling travelling all throughout your body, all your senses becoming increasingly clear. “Y’ gonna cum fo’ me love?” He asked as he felt your walls becoming even tighter around his shaft. You nodded rapidly.

“Such a good girl... s’ fuckin tight” he said in between breathless moans.

“Cum fo’ me princess, I wanna feel you” he repeated, moving his right hand from its place on your waist to rub your clit, matching the pace of his hips. You could feel it happening, your vision blurred, your toes curling, your legs shaking rapidly as you dig your nails deep into Harry’s black, holding on for dear life.

“Fuck, Harry. Fuck” you repeated over and over as you came hard around his thick cock.

“Fuck Y/N, y’ gonna make me cum” he moaned into your neck as you held onto his shoulders.

“Cum for me harry, please” you whispered in his ear between moans of your own. You could feel his body start to weaken as he twitched inside of you, about to cum. You wrapped your legs around his hips tightly and pulled him in closer as he let out a loud raspy moan. You felt thick ropes of cum shoot deep inside you.

Once he came down from his high he kept his head rested on your shoulder, your arms and legs still wrapped tightly around him, both of you desperately trying to catch your breath. After a few seconds you both released, your legs falling down beside his as he stood. You made eye contact and you giggled lightly making him smile boyishly. Both of your hair a complete and utter mess, breathing heavily, and completely naked. The plate of cocaine that once sat on the side of the table was now shattered on the floor. “Your insane” Harry said before he laughed looking around the room, really taking in everything that happened. You laughed with him as you hopped off the table and walked over to where he had thrown your jumpsuit and shoes.

“I’m going to assume you meant that as a compliment.” You said as you pulled your jumpsuit up over your nude body.

“F’ course love. You’re a fuckin minx” he complimented as he buttoned up his shirt.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Harry” you shot back with a quick wink as you finished putting you shoes on.

End note: Ahh thank you so much for reading!! I’m kind of nervous about posting this, so please let me know what you thought! I’d seriously appreciate it. And if you liked it please please reblog :) I know the ending is kind of abrupt but it’ll make sense in the next part. Also, there will be ANGST coming up !

#fanfic #smut #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles #solo harry #harry x reader #series #fanfiction #fandom #fine line #oneshots #x reader

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newmysterygirl · 4 years

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Inspired by In my head by Brantley Gilbert.

(Not my photo)

Jax woke up just as the sun was about to come up.

He watched the Y/H/C girl in his arms, sleeping with her head on his chest.

Looking around the room he saw a couple coffee cup on the nightstand.

He picked one up and saw it had just a little wine left.

Setting the cup down and looking at the Y/H/C girl he smiled because she still had the bottle in her hand.

He thought about how much last night was like a movie.

He kept replaying everything in his head.

You guys talked for hours.

'bout your ex's, parents, everyday struggles in between some sips.

In those hours he knew he was falling.

Sitting on the couch, talking; he kept thinking how sexy you were and how close your lips were.

You inturp his thoughts by saying

"You wanna kiss me?"

He looks at you and says "What do you say?"

"I say shut up and kiss me Teller."

And he wasted no time doing exactly that.

He snaps out of his thoughts about last night shaking his head, thinking "She got me thinking crazy, this ain't me, I know where it ends and this has gotten to good to be true writin all over it".

But he's also thinking about taking a leap of faith even if he goes down in flames because you guys made a memory that won't go away.

He brushes a piece of her hair away from her face and whispers "You look so pretty laying up against me."

"Your little hands inside of mine and it's a perfect fit and I'm in love with you in every which way but I wouldn't be saying this if you were awake".

When she woke up she looked back at him and smiled, happy that he was still there.

When she smiled he could of sworn he forgot how to breathe.

"What am I gonna do with you?" He ask slightly joking slightly not while looking into her eyes

She frowns her eyebrows, confused

He says "Your all in my head."

She's definitely not confused anymore.

They stare into each others eyes, trying to read each other's minds.

Finally she whispers "Hopefully keep me."

He smiles, relieved before saying "Definitely doing that darlin."

They share a sweet goodmorning kiss before snuggling up to each other till the real world called them.

#soa #sons of anarchy #imagine #one shot #soa imagine #jax teller x reader #jax teller imagine #jax teller #jax teller fluff #sons of anarchy fluff #soa fanfiction #soa fic

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pinktatertots99 · 3 years

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Maaaaybe “My nephew wants us to take him trick or treating this year.” for Fuji-san and Kusatsu

THE OLD MEN i never take advantage of writin em! takes place post prison and has mountain jokes, old men jokin and bickerin like the old pans they are and fuji’s family life implied to be not too perfect.

fall sentence starters

11. “My nephew wants us to take him trick or treating this year.”

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the door closed as kusatsu got up in a proper sitting position from the couch as fuji walked in, two plastic bags in hand. “you can go back to how ya were layin down.” he stated with a smirk as the tanner one chuckled. “ya’d like that wouldn’t ya?”

“it’s a better way to say ‘welcome back’ then anything else.” he replied as he took his sandals off, walking to the kitchen table as kusatsu watched. “maybe next time.”

“you tease.” he replied as he took out the fruits and some capsuled food. “ah i see the mooching off your ma went well huh?” he asked as fuji rolled his eyes. “better then your attempts.”

“oi, it could’ve worked.”

“then why didn’t you come? i could’ve needed a double up.”

“i would’ve, but her cane isn’t the nicest friend.” both chuckled half heartedly as fuji put some of the food away. “so, my nephew wants us to take him trick or treating this year.”

“that’s a sentence i never expected ya to say.” he replied getting up straighter. “the hell though when’d ya get a nephew?”

“hmmmm, during, it was before nanba i know that much.” he replied as kusatsu rubbed his hair lightly. “geez.”

“yeah, my sis wasn’t thrilled at his announcement either.” he replied as kusatsu stood up. “oi oi WAIT sister?! when was this?!”

“before my pop’s fucked off?”

“ya didn’t tell me?!” he exclaimed, rushing over to put an arm over the other’s shoulder. “geez, were ya that nervous of losin ya chance with me~?”

“don’t put yourself too high up there, she’s got some high standards.” he chuckled as kusatsu pinched his cheek. “har har. your humor’s as funny as the damn mountain your named off.” he replied as fuji was busy peeling an orange. “so mister mystery of families what’re they like?”

“her name’s kita.” he replied as kusatsu thought to himself ‘kita? seriously? ...wait.’ before asking “and the kid?”

“aino?” he replied as both stood in silence, before kusatsu laughed hard smacking the bluenette on the back. “YOUR KIDDING ME?!” fuji coughed as kusatsu let go to continue laughing. “kidding what?!”

“really!? fuji, kita, aino?!” he exclaimed laughing harder as the older raised a brow, gears turning as he felt the idea pop into his head as he sighed. “goddamnit.” he replied giving a light chuckle as kusatsu calmed enough to ask “what’s your family a buncha hikers?!”

“well, ma wasn’t but pop’s sure has been gone on his hikin trip for the past fifteen years.” he chuckled lightly as kusatsu sighed calming down enough to go back to his position of arm wrapped around fuji’s shoulders as he ripped some orange slices gently apart and eating one. “so, this nephew aino wants us?”

“yep.”

“as in plural? you and me?”

“precisely.”

“damn, kid’s more progressive then anyone else in this family tree, or mountain i guess.” he replied as fuji offered him a slice, eating it as the other started to talk. “don’t get your hopes up. my sis is only allowin this cause she’s gotta work that day and ma’s not too fast to keep up. we’re kinda the last resort option.”

he swallowed the slice. “why us though? like, me?” he asked, poking fuji’s cheek as he chewed his new orange slice in his mouth. “were ya talkin bout me~? feedin the kid the, what’dya aunt call it ‘the fangirl bait’ or somethin like that?” fuji lightly wapped his cheek as he offered him an orange slice.

“your lettin it get to ya again. stop it.” he replied half firmly. “he just overhears me talk bout ya and thinks your cool is all.”

“geez your downplayin it so much.”

“then come with me more often to talk bout how grandiose you truly are.” he replied as kusatsu whined lightly. “i know, i know it sucks, mean, maybe i kinda like it though not goin alone.” kusatsu groaned lightly as fuji moved to eat more slices. “fuji come on no fair. just...can’t deal with that shit yknow? ...” both moved to silence as they ate the orange’s slices till only it’s skin was left.

“...so, you goin?”

“if it means pissin off your sis, free candy and prankin some people then hell yes i am.” fuji smiled, giving a kiss to kusatsu’s cheek. “such a child i swear. this is why my nephew’s gonna like ya. just don’t steal my number one uncle title.”

“oh ho competition~?”

“fuckin...shouldnt’ve said that.”

“your on!”

“yknow what? just for your moxy i’m not gonna hold back either. i’ll prove my number one uncle status the true way!”

#nanbaka #nanbaka the numbers #idiots with numbers #nnbk #nanba prison #fanfiction #fuji san x kusatsu #fuji-san x kusatsu #kusatsu x fuji-san #i made this #sinny!

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faustonastring · 4 years

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How do you think Julian, Muriel and Lucio would have their first romantic night with a virgin female mc?

Please read!!!!! It’s very important!!!

Hi, so this is 100% my fault, and I’m so sorry, But I don’t write NSFW/smut. I don’t have anything against it, I’m just wee bit uncomfortable writin it. I thought I had it written in my bio, but I think I accidentally took it out while I was editing it, which is 100% my fault, but i put it back! Anyway- being that this is my screwup, I feel like really shitty, not writing anything, and I’ll feel even more shitty writing something half-assed and making you wait till June for it, so please take this headcanon as a sincere apology. (Because I really am sorry) it’s not exactly what you wanted,and I’m keeping it gender neutral so everyone can enjoy it, but hopefully it makes up for my mistake! (Again I’m so sorry,I don’t know how nsfw you wanted it, so I could totally be blowing this out of proportion, but things writing about sex described in like, great detail like some of the other creators do, makes me feel kind of uncomfortable, (but kudos to those who do it with out batting an eye!), so hopefully you understand!)

Julian, Muriel,and Lucio with a virgin Mc (kind of?)

Julian

Now Julian has been a few people’s first times, I mean he gets around sure, but he isn’t the type of guy to take some ones virginity, even if they’re okay with it (because virginity is a social construct ladies, jets, and non-binary’s) to him it just kind of feels...wrong?

So when he finds out your a virgin, he is in NO rush at all. He lets you pick the pace you want your relationship to go, and he’ll go along, and if he’s ever taking it too fast let him know and he’ll slow himself down. Also don’t feel bad about not meeting his needs. Darling, he’s fine trust me. He can handle himself

He also was shocked when he first found out, like for starters, your a great kisser, and when you take the lead you seem to know what your doing (taking this from the context of his route! It may not apply to every ones apprentice!) but he believes you of course! Why would you lie about so....so important to your relationship!

When the time finally comes, your I’m control. He doesn’t care if has to top, or bottom, just tell him what you like and what you don’t. He takes mental notes of everything. Even if you really wanted too, I don’t think he’d let you dive head first into the really kinky stuff, just yet. Time and Patience is key.

Muriel

Now wether he’s a virgin or not, depends on who you ask. Some people say that him and asra had sex before, some even believe they were each others first times! Other people beleive that Muriel hasn’t done anything. Ever. Just his hand when ever he absolutely had too. I personally headcanon that him and asra tried to do something, but they either did it once or twice or didn’t go all the way.

So he’s very inexperienced. And no matter what you say, muriels in his late 20’s early 30’s. He knows what sex is. But he is in no rush to do anything. (Again?) And the two of you might be ready at completely diffrent times, which makes things....harder. (It makes multiple things harder if you know what I mean-)

If he’s ready before you, he won’t say anything. You’ll have to pry it out of him. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he doesn’t want to force you into something your uncomfortable with. And if your ready first? He might politely decline you. And if he feels bad about it, he might try something but chances are he’ll end up tapping out because he’s uncomfortable. It’s not against you, really, it’s just.......you know how he is....

But when the both of you are ready. It’s gonna be a loooong night. Not because you two are doing anything adventurous, nonono, you just spend a the time trying to figure out what the both of you like. Which is Avery rewarding practice.

Lucio

Now look, I don’t like lucio- but listen...hear me out okay? He is not: Abusive. misogynistic. Racist. A republican/conservative. Homophobic (he slept with the wine dad himself) or a Rapist. Lucio respects women. He’s respectful to other cultures, or lifestyles that don’t apply to him. He wasn’t physically abusive towards Nadia. He is just a very complicated character.

That being said, lucio cares about boundaries especially when it comes to sex. Sure he’s banged a handful of virgins but they gave consent. And he double checked multiple times, if he knew they were virgins. Lucio never raped anyone, his character wouldn’t do that so please stop painting him out to be some big ol bad guy. Because he isn’t.

So when it comes to you being a virgin. It phases him but not as much as the main six. He’s willing to wait but if you’re okay with him sleeping with other partners If it’s gonna take a while.....I mean.......the man was dead for what three years? He needs a lot of physical contact. If you’re not, that’s fine! He can keep himself busy! But he’s more likely to ask you every other day if your ready or not.

But when you are ready. It’s a very sensual night. He wants it to be perfect. Not too many candles though....fire is a......big Nono. But he hits all the cliches, rose pedals leading towards the bed, with him laying on it, wearing nothing more than a robe or a towel losely draped over his waist- he’ll even go as slow as he can if you need him to! (It isn’t very slow but it’s the thought that counts.)

Thanks for reading! Again I’m sorry this isn’t exactly what was requested, but hopefully it was close enough to kind of make up for it? I hope!

Next headcanon: main six reacting to mcs sleepy voice (I’m writing it in a couple hours so stay tuned!)

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Decided on yes I will make more rwby Hamilton au. These Hamilton songs are Aaron burr sir and my shot

Citizens: 1776. Feldspar City.

Jaune: Pardon me. Are you Ruby Rose ma’am?

Ruby: That depends. Who’s asking?

Jaune: Oh, well, sure, ma’am. I’m Jaune Arc I’m at you service, ma’am. I have been looking for you.

Ruby: I’m getting nervous.

Jaune: Ma’am... I heard your name at Coquina. I was seeking an accelerated course of study when I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours. I may have punch him. It’s a blur, ma’am. He handle the financials?

Ruby: You punched the bursar.

Jaune: Yes! I wanted to do what you did. Graduate in two, then join the revaluation. He looked at me like I was stupid. I’m not stupid so how’d you do it? How’d you graduate so fast?

Ruby: It was my mother’s dying wish before she passed.

Jaune: You’re an orphan. Of course I’m an orphan god, I wish there was a war! Then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for...

Ruby: Can I buy you a drink?

Jaune: That would be nice.

Ruby: While we’re talking. Let me offer you some free advice talk less.

Jaune: What?

Ruby: Smile more.

Jaune: Ha.

Ruby: Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.

Jaune: You can’t be serious.

Ruby: You wanna get ahead?

Jaune: Yes.

Ruby: Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead.

Weiss: Yo yo yo yo yo! What time is it?

Weiss/Ren/Nora: Show time!

Ruby: Like I said.

Weiss: Show time show time! I’m Weiss Schnee in the place to be! Two pints of O’ Sam Adams but I’m working on three, uh! Those Redcoats don’t want it with me! Cuz I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free!

Ren: Oui oui, mon ami, je mappelle Lie Ren! The Lancelot of the revolutionary set! I came from afar just to say bonsoir! Tell the king “Casse toi! Who’s the best cest moi!”

Nora: Brrrah brraaah! I am Nora Valkyrie up in it, lovin it, yes I heard your mother say “come again.”

Ren/Weiss: Ayyyy

Nora: Lock up ya daughters and horses. Of course it’s hard to have intercourses over four sets of corsets...

Ren: wow

Weiss: No more sex, pour me another brew, son! Let’s raise a couple more...

Weiss/Nora/Ren: To the revolution!

Weiss: Well if it ain’t the prodigy of Beacon Academy.

Nora: Ruby Rose!

Weiss: Give us a verse. Drop some knowledge!

Ruby: Good luck with that. You’re takin’ a stand you spit Imma sit we’ll see where we land.

Nora/Ren: Booo

Weiss: Ruby, the revolution is imminent. What do you stall for?

Jaune: If you stand for nothing, Ruby, what’ll you fall for?

Ren/Nora/Weiss: Ooh, who you? Who you? Who are you? Ooh, who is this kid? What’s he gonna do?

I was gonna end it here but then I remembered how “My Shot” continues this song so...

Jaune: I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my crountry young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot!

Jaune: Imma get a scholarship to Shade Academy I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish. The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish. I gotta holler just to be heard. With every word, I drop knowledge.

Jaune: I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal. Tryin’ to reach my goal. My power of speech: unimpeachable. Only nineteen but my mind is older. These Feldspar city streets get colder, I shoulder.

Jaune: Ev’ry burden, ev’ry disadvantage. I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish. I walk these streets famished.

Jaune: The plan is to fan this spark into a flame. But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name I am the—

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss/ J-A-U-N-E-A-R-C— We are—meant to be...

Jaune: A colony that runs independently. Meanwhile, Atlas Keeps shittin on us endlessly. Essentially, they tax us relentlessly. Then General James turns around, runs a spending spree. He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free. So there will be a revolution in this century. Enter me!

Ren/Nora/Weiss: He says in parenthesis.

Jaune: Don’t be shocked when your Hist’ry book mentions me. I will lay down my life if it sets us free. Eventually you’ll see my ascendancy.

Jaune: And I am not throwing away my shot!

Weiss: My shot!

Jaune: I am not throwing away my shot!

Weiss: My shot!

Jaune: Hey yo, I’m just like my country. I’m young, scrappy, and hungry. And I’m not throwing away my shot!

Ren/Nora/Weiss: I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot! It’s time to take a shot!

Ren: I dream of life without a monarchy. The unrest in Vale will lead to ‘onarchy? ‘Onarchy? How you say, how you say, ‘anarchy? When I fight I make the other side panicky. With my—

All four: SHOT!

Nora: Yo, I’m a tailors apprentice. And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis. I’m joining the rebellion cuz I know it’s my chance. To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants! I’m gonna take a—

All four: SHOT!

Weiss: But we’ll never be truly free. Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me. You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in on a stallion with the first black battalion. Have another—

All four: SHOT!

Ruby: Geniuses, lower your voices. You keep out of trouble and you double your choices. I’m with you, but the situation is fraught. You’ve got to be carefully taught: if you talk your gonna get shot!

Jaune: Ruby, check what we got. Mister Lie Ren, hard rock like Lancelot I think your pants look hot. Weiss I like you a lot let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot.

Jaune: What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot. Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not. A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists? Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!

Jaune: Oh, am I talking’ too loud? Sometimes I get overexcited, shout off at the mouth. I never had a group of friends before. I Promise that I’ll make y’all proud.

Weiss: Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd!

All four: I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot!

Weiss: Everybody sing:Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hey! Whoa! Wooh! Whoa! Aye let em hear ya! Let’s go!

Jaune/Ren/Nora: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Yea!

Citizens: Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Yea!

Weiss: I said shout it to the rooftops! Said, to the rooftops! Come on! Come on let’s go!

Weiss: Rise up! When you’re living on your knees, you rise up! Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up! Tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up!

Weiss/Citizens: When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Citizens: Whoa! Whoa!

Weiss/citizens: When are the colonies gonna rise up?

Citizens: Whoa!

Weiss/citizens: When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Citizens: Whoa!

Weiss/Citizens: When are these colonies gonna rise up? Rise up!

Jaune: I imagine death so much that it feels more like a memory. When’s it gonna get me? In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me? If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody?

Jaune: See I never thought I’d live past twenty. Where I come from some get half as many. Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask. We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty.

Jaune: Scratch that, this is not a moment, it’s the movement where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went? Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand we roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land.

Jaune: And? If we win our independence? Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants? Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendant?

Jaune: I know the action in the street is excitin’ but Jesus, between all the bleedin’ and fightin’ I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’ we need to handle our financial situation. Are we a nation of states? What’s the state of our nation?

Jaune: I’m past patiently waitin’. I’m passionately smashin’ every expectation every action’s an act of creation. I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow. For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow!

Jaune/Citizens: And I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot!

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss: We’re gonna rise up! Time to take a shot! We’re gonna rise up! Time to take a shot!

Citizens: Not throwing away my shot! Not throwing away my shot!

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss: We’re gonna

Citizens: We’re gonna rise up rise up

Jaune: Time to take a shot.

Citizens: Rise up Rise up!

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss: Time to take a shot!

Citizens: Rise up!

JRNW: Time to take a shot!

Citizens: Rise up!

JNRW: Take a shot shot shot!

Citizens: Ri—ri—ri

JNRW: A-yo it’s time to take a shot! Time to take a shot! And I am— Not throwin’ away my—

Citizens: Time to take a shot! Time to take a shot! And I am— Not throwin’ away my shot!

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #hamilton #rwby hamilton au #lie ren #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee

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chemiste · 4 years

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Foresight ~ ch. 9

a/n : cool cool, heres ch 9, ALSO i will be posting y/n’s assignment when it’s all finished so that’ll be a couple chapters later, that’s why you’re not seeing certain pics rn. love y’all, please talk to me if you want id love to hear what y’all have to say, any thoughts theories about the story? whats going on in your life? tell meeeeeeeeee!!!!!

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“Guys, we’ve got a problem.”

Mitch said from the main section of the tour bus. You had been trying to get a few more hours asleep, but the soft rumble of the tour bus was changed to screams from outside the bus.

You moved your curtain back and stepped out into the bedroom compartment, rubbing the sleep from your eye.

“What is that…”

The words died on your tongue as you looked through the blackout veils in the living room. It was crazy. It was like all of Denmark was there, crowding around the Royal Arena, excitedly anticipating Harry’s arrival.

“So this is what 10,000 people looks like huh.”

You said, still a bit gobsmacked. You looked around at who was in the main compartment and saw Harry sitting on the left couch.

You plopped down beside him and threw your legs up onto the remaining part of the couch, leaning arm again his chest. With his right hand, the poster had been scrolling through Instagram, looking at all the postings from fans for tonight.

On the other couch, Jeff was on a call chatting with someone about the new people barrier they’d need to get through.

He ended the call, “The good news is our other buses were able to get here early enough and unload in the back before the crowd started. The problem now is getting us through the crowd, I called ahead and we’re gonna turn around and take an SUV in to try and be more inconspicuous. Everyone, what you need for the show cause we wont be able to get back to the tour bus till afterwards.”

The group complied and went into the back rooms as the tour bus exited the Arena parking, heading to the secret location where you all would switch vehicles for attempt number two.

You straighten your duvet out, having not pulled out anything during the drive so you didn’t have anything to pack. You glanced over to Harry who was shoving a stray piece of paper that had scribbles all over them into a journal that seemed overstuffed. “

Are those lyrics?” You asked, slinging your backpack onto your shoulder. His eyes looked up at you briefly and then he nodded.

“Yeah, uh, just writin’ whenever I can yeh know?”

You put your shoes back on and headed into the living compartment.

“Alright everyone off and into the SUV pronto so any fans that decided to follow the tour bus don’t intercept our exit.”

Jeff said, taking the keys from the rental man who handed them to him.

You all piled into the SUV, you and Clare in the very back, then Hélène, Harry squished in the middle, Sarah, and then Mitch with Jeff in the front.

“I’m a big boy why I’m I the one sitting ‘ere in the middle!”

He whined as the SUV pulled out onto the road, making his knees hit the console.

You laughed and pulled out your phone for a quick picture, but you weren’t fast enough as Harry snatched your mobile device out of your hand.

“Hey! Give that back you, thief!”

“Nope! I think we need som’ pictures of you know junebug,” the poster cackled, turning the flash on and leaning into Sarah’s lap to take a bunch of snaps of you crawling from the backseats.

You groaned and put your hand up to block the flash dots that had been clouding your eyes.

“Come on! Do better than that Y/N!”

He teased, you responded by changing you hand briefly to flip him off and then to a rocker hand sign. Satisfied, the boy handed you your phone back, that stupid smirk donned on his face.

Cute stupid smirk…

Huh? Psh, yeah whatever.

“Okay crouch everyone, we’re pulling in.”

Jeff called as he pulled into the Arena parking lot again. You watched as the SUV got through easier than last time. You could see from your crouched position some of the fans lined up, or walking together to the doors.

Some were holding signs, others had matching t-shirts. They all seemed so elated to be here, and it made you proud of Harry.

You looked up and saw Harry doing what you had been, watching his fans. A small smile grew on his face and you could see how truly appreciative he was of his fans.

Finally the SUV got to the back gate where the other tour buses had been stationed, Jeff rolled down his window and gave the man at the booth his pass. After it had been approved, the gate opened and allowed the SUV in, closing immediately as some fans tried to slip through but to no avail.

“One more time everyone, 3, 2, 1.”

The beats for Carolina started to play, and the band started up again, Harry standing in the middle of the stage still in sweats, hanging not changed yet.

It had been a few hours since they were able to get and now were just adjusting a few things for the performance like always.

You were sitting on the stage off to the side, laptop in lap. Those assignments didn’t do themselves. You were going through your photos, trying to see if any recent pictures matched some of the words you needed for your last assignment.

After that you head back to the dressing room, having time to kill as the band gets dressed and pampered. You decide to check in with Maggie and give her an update.

It was March 30th now, you were in Barcelona sprinting through the aisles as Harry performed Kiwi.

The concerts had been going well, Norway and Germany were beautiful but it all went by so fast that your memories seemed blurry.

But you remembered your off day yesterday with crystal-like perspective.

“Harry, look at this field oh my god have you seen anything more beautiful!?!”

You and Harry had taken the day off to find something of nature since the only thing y’all had been around the previous week were cement walls.

The both of you stumbled along a lovely meadow in a hill dip about an hour away from Barcelona, where he would be performing tomorrow night. The grass was tall and vivacious, little purple and pink flowers sprang up in between the stems.

H turned to you with a smile that resembled a kid on Christmas Day. He looked absolutely soft and sweet, wearing that blue and white striped hoodie. You matched him slightly, wearing a white sweater and blue skirt complemented by thigh-high boots to keep your legs warm.

“Woohoo!”

He yelled as he ran straight into the flowery abyss and flopped into the ground. You trotted over to him, laughing and snapping photos of the hill line and the fluffy white clouds.

He giggled and you looked down to the boy underneath you. You took a picture of him and smiled.

Scanning back through the photos on the small screen, you think if you’d been a least a foot farther from him you wouldn’t have heard what he said quietly.

“You’re very pretty yeh know.”

You snapped up to look at him, a bit surprised from the compliment.

“Oh, thank you. You are too.”

He crinkled his nose at your response, groaning and then sitting up enough to wrap an arm around your was it and drag you down to his level.

“Harry!”

You scream, sorta laughing as your fall was buffered by the flower bed. The sky was lovely, a bright blue. Clouds were scattered around and the wind slightly pickup, making you shiver.

“Come ‘ere.”

He said softly, pulling you rest your head don his chest. You held your camera up to his face, showing him a picture.

“This one is gonna be for ‘silly’.” You said.

“It’s perfect.”

You thought so too.

A cheer shook you out of your trip down memory lane.

Right, the concert.

You gripped you camera in your hand and scanned the stage to find the boy you were suppose to be taking shots over.

Or off of…

Stop it Y/N!

He looked good, decked out in the black and white patterned suit.

“ ‘ve ripped man trousers!” You heard him say with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes, this boy. After a few more songs, he starts up Anna and you laugh. Oh this song.

You’re taking photos, bopping slightly to it, hey it’s a catchy song!

But then he turns to you and gives you a smile.

Oh no.

The lights shining off his suit and hair make him seem like he’s sparkling, and that smile just made your heart stop.

It’s like you’re fully seeing him in a different light and it’s breathtaking.

Oh, fuck, maybe I do like him.

You’re pacing in your hotel room.

Slightly freaking out.

“I like him! I can’t believe it, Maggie was right I’ve got a stupid crush! I can’t— this, how?”

You talk to yourself, trying to figure out when it all added up for you. The little touches, him saving you from the crowd that one time, sneaking out and touring Amsterdam, even the way you interacted with each other was different from the rest of the band.

“I’m—I’m totally overthinking this right? There’s no way…”

You’ve never felt this way before, the heart races when he smiles, the look he gives you after a laugh, when you hug or snuggle into him on the couch, how his cologne smells making you feel at home and loved.

You stopped pacing.

“Oh my god, am I in love with Harry Styles?!”

Yes, yes I am.

You turn, gobsmacked and flop onto your bed.

What am I gonna do…

You’re in the terminal in at 5am, waiting for the flight to Milan.

It’s dead quiet sans the occasional custodian worker of business group getting off an all-night flight.

You’re standing at a sunglass kiosk, trying on different pairs in the little round mirror set up. The band is across the wide walkway sitting on various chairs waiting for the flight.

Maybe or maybe not you’d been slightly avoiding Harry since the night of your little proclamation. During the Madrid show, you’d opted out of taking photos, instead going out to look around the city and maybe pick up enough stupid tourist gifts to make you forget.

Thankfully Harry didn’t seem to notice your sudden change in moods, unfortunately it meant he was coming over to you right now and you couldn’t stop it.

“Like any of the sunnies?”

He asked, grabbing a pair and popping them on and making a funny face at. You shrugged, not answering.

Oh great, now he seemed to have picked up on your inner turmoil when you didn’t speak, taking the glasses off and putting them back in their rightful place.

“You okay?”

He asked quietly, concern coating the edge of his words.

You nodded, pushing back some of you hair behind your ear and turning to the small mirror to look at your reflection.

“ ‘m just a bit tired.” You answered, hoping that would be enough for him.

He nodded, thinking for a moment then holding up his phone.

“Picture?”

You smiled, “H it’s 5am I don’t look the nicest for a picture right now”

“Oh come on Y/N you’re gorgeous any time of day.”

Not helping.

“Fine fine, but I don’t want to be seen.”

He opened the camera and pointed it into the mirror, “Okay then how are we gonna take this picture love?”

You wrapped you hands around his head to cover his eyes, “Like this goofball.”

He smiled, “You’re the goofball right now.”

After throwing up a peace sign with his spare hand, he snapped the picture and then checked to see if it was good.

“I like, ‘m gonna post it.”

You yawned and nodded to his statement.

Guess I wasn’t fully lying, I am pretty tired.

“H, we’re ready to go.”

Mitch called, you both grabbed your suitcases and rejoined the group, following the flight attendant into the small plane.

You were first in line down the aisle and quickly found a seat in the back of the plane, hoping Harry would opt to sit with someone else a few seats in front of you, after all there were only about 20 seats in the plane, hopefully he’d pick not pick the one right next to you.

I’ve got too much to think about, I might burst into flames if I have to smell his vanilla spice cologne for the next two hours.

“Mind if I sit here?”

Fuck.

“Yeah sure.”

He slid into the seat with ease, tucking his bag under the chair. You curled into the corner of your seat, trying to put a small bit of distance between you but not too much to make him worried.

Harry turned to look at you, propping his left elbow up on the squishy armrest between the two of you.

“I remember the first tour we did fo’ 1D, got ’t was hectic. Stupid, teenagers on the road wit’ too much money an’ not enough discipline. The first month was crazy, all of us high on the feelin’ of performing once we’d gotten over the stage fright, then immediately going t’ a new town, meetin all these people, ’t was a dream. But then a couple months later we could feel the toll, I don’t think I really realized how exhausted I was from touring until the last night where instead o' celebratin, I went to sleep right when we entered the hotel an’ didn’t wake up till 3pm the next day.”

Harry’s little heart spill didn’t help you too much with your dilemma, might’ve just made you fall for him even more, but you appreciated the fact that he was trying to let you know he knew the feeling.

“Thanks H.”

You mumbled, face squished into the headrest of your seat.

He patted his shoulder, “Come ‘ere, yeh can fall asleep on me.”

Your eyes widen, “Oh, don’t worry about it, I’m fine—“

“Nonsense, come on, you’ll wake up without a creak in yo’r neck yea?”

Fuck it.

“Alright.”

You scooched over and nestled into the British heart-throb, soaking in that damn vanilla cologne you’d sworn to avoid.

He laid his head on top of yours and you made yourself relax, cause you couldn’t deny it, it was pretty comfy like this with him.

Pretty comfy indeed.

During the concert, all you can think about while taking pictures is how the Styles boy might be sweeping you right off your feet.

The little dance moves he makes, so erotic but beautiful in the same way, like he’s in another room dancing on his own in the dark. The way he throws he head back during certain parts of a song, caught up in the moment—

She’s such a good girl,

“Be professional! You’re on job for gods sake,” You muttered to yourself, raising the camera again.

She feels so good,

But then you lower the camera again to watch as he rocked his hips with the beat, jaw-dropping at the sight. You looked up to his face as he turns, that was now looking at you.

He started to strut on the stage, slowing making his way to you, eye contact unwavering.

“I met her once and wrote a song about her

I wanna scream, yeah

I wanna shout it out

And I know she hears me now.”

Hold on, knows?!

He finally let his eyes drift back to the crowd, singing la la las with the rest of the band.

You on the other hand, were having a miniature heat attack.

The gesture was so raw, so real, too real. It’s like he was talking to your soul, reaching out to tell you—

Does this mean he likes me too?

telephone hour for this chapter!

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