#but yeah now they got back to their regular ages and all hate each other. and also the reason for them getting de-aged in the first place

[allthegothihopgirls]

in the trenches rn

i'm 2 days into reading a 160k word fic and i'm nearing the end but tbh the good part is over and now i'm just waging through.

not in a bad way though the fic is like REALLY good. it's just, the part of the plot i really liked is over.

[ashwhowrites]

Singer! Reader x Older! Eddie, she sings at the Hideout, and Eddie goes there every weekend, and they met, and they fall for each other and start dating (I was listening to For K part 2, and this came to my mind, if you could write something like this request but better pls do it, love your work! 🩷)

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy reading. Thank you for requesting <3

The singer

Eddie always looked forward to the weekends. It was his time to sleep in, do nothing, and go to the bar. Eddie was a known regular at the hideout, his band used to play on the weekends when he was in high school. He liked the alcohol, the atmosphere, and the girl he couldn't take his eyes off.

Y/N was a local singer who performed every weekend at the hideout. One night she showed up and Eddie hasn't forgotten her since. After her sets, she'll come down, buy a drink, and sit at Eddie's table. They talk until the bar has to close. There was something about her that Eddie was connected to.

He wanted to ask her out more than anything, but he was scared she wouldn't be interested. Sure, they flirted a lot, but he wasn't sure if the age gap would be a breaker for her or not. He didn't want to lose what they had. But he wanted more. He wasn't sure where she was at with her life, and if she wanted a serious relationship so young.

Eddie sipped on his beer as he watched her perform. As always, she looked gorgeous and sounded amazing. It was nearing the end of her set, and Eddie was nervous. He told himself he was going to ask her out tonight.

"This one is a new song, I've recently fallen for someone and this is for him."

Eddie felt all his confidence sink, she fell for someone? Eddie listened closely to the song dedicated to this new guy. But then he got lost in his thoughts, and he hated how in love she sounded.

"Thank you, guys." She announced as she left the stage.

Eddie sulked in his seat as he ordered another beer. He took too long and now his chance is gone. This new guy was probably young, someone she met at a bar or club. They probably liked the same things since they were so close in age.

"Guess who." Eddie's eyes were covered as a familiar perfume filled his nose. The sweet sound of her voice against his ear, he felt himself shudder.

"The next top model?" He teased, laughing as she scoffed in his ear and took the seat next to him. She was sweaty and her hair was thrown up. Her neck and chest glistened as she ordered a drink. It took everything in Eddie to avert his eyes.

They sat in a small amount of silence. Y/N felt nervous as he hadn't said a word about her song. She made it obvious it was about him. Maybe she was too forward?

She awkwardly coughed as she sipped on her drink. Eddie fought in his head if he should say something or not.

"Did you like the song?" She asked, looking at him as she watched him.

"Yeah, it was nice. Sounds like a lucky guy." Eddie smiled, but he sounded more mad than he intended.

Y/N picked up on his negative energy. He almost sounded bitter and jealous.

"Could you tell who it was about?"

"A guy you met at a bar?" Eddie guessed.

"Yeah...the one across from me." She said shyly, her eyes back on her drink.

Eddie felt himself smiling, enjoying the way she hid away from him. The song was about him, she liked him too.

"I wanted to ask you out tonight, but I was worried I would be too old for you," Eddie confessed, her eyes catching his as she looked at him.

"Your age doesn't matter to me. It's just a number. It doesn't change your personality, how well you treat me, how sweet you are, and how handsome you are. I like all of those things about you and that's why I wrote the song." Her heart skipped a beat when he admitted wanting to ask her out.

"So if that guy in the song were to ask you out, what would you say?"

"I'd say yes."

Eddie smiled as he threw money down at the bar, grabbing her hand as he stood up.

"Let's get out of here then."

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[queenofallimagines]

Can you do Blue Lock Sae x female reader x Rin? The brothers are fighting for her love.

A/N: I SURE THE FUCK CAN!! The itoshi effect is hating them both and then post backstory explanation coming to like them both a lot😔

TAGLIST: @priv-rose

Sae & Rin itoshi:

- okay so boom

- Had another OC though of being like a counselor at blue lock bc none of them boys is right in the head😭

- You have previous connections to Sae bc you were a counselor for another team he was on and his manager liked you so he would schedule private sessions

- Ended up in you leaving bc he’s so frustrating but alas fate has other plans

- You show up to the U-20 match bc DUH

- Anri doesn’t have any money to hire a manager also so you’re taking over that role

- Sorry😔

- Anyway rin comes to respect you for dragging him by his eyelashes about his trauma

- “So are we gunna start with hating yourself and thinking you’re not good enough to prove a point to your shitty brother OR are we working on your material conditions that stem from that today?”

- “…..off yourself”

- Like he can’t say shit back bc you got em!

- Comes in often enough now that he doesn’t schedule sessions he just shows up to spill the tea

- (Isagi and bachira are the same. the spies on the inside that tell you how the others are doing)

- He comes in and flops down in the chair

- “I’m not looking forward to seeing him. Why the fuck did they call HIM to help the team? His ass should have stayed in Spain!”

- “Oh I hear ya, I’m not looking forward to even making eye contact with his ass either. I’m counting on yall to win.”

- “The game-“

- “I want yall to crush him. I have my own personal beef with him.”

- “…….im not asking how.”

- You’re being restrained from jumping over the divider during the game to go swing on Sae

- Like did you see that?? THE AUDACITY

- DID NOBODY ELSE IN THE WHOLE STADIUM HEAR THAT SHIT??

- Yeah I would have swing on his ass right when the final whistle blew

- Better than me for him to get that mess out his mouth about isagi

- Would have stood up and clocked his ass

- When they’re all jumping all over each other celebrating you can feel the bad vibes coming from rin

- It’s suffocating

- You run to the locker rooms to catch him and bump into sae(accompanied by shidou)

- “……”

- Glaring at his ass

- Give him the dirtiest look ever

- And then turn to Ryusei smiling like you saw a puppy

- “Hey Ryu! Wonderful performance you put on today. You definitely stole the show.”

- Like lmao just ignore him pls

- After saving rin from going off the deep end; bc baby I’m so sorry that an ugly ass bitch would say something like that to you

- Their two week vacation starts

- Rin is surprised to see you in not work clothes chilling like a regular person

- Ends up hanging out with you a lot bc you’re the only one who he can speak freely to

- Unfortunately his brother is also back in the country

- Running into Sae while hanging out with his brother was NOT on your vacation bingo card but here we are

- “You’re here?”

- “I could really say the same to you. You haven’t gotten citizenship to stay your ass over there yet?”

- Flashback✨ y’all had a casual thing back in the day because when he’s not closed off he can be pretty fun to be around

- Then he let a white man get in his feelings and refused to talk about them and lashed out on you

- So he just kinda got these feelings and nothing to do with them

- Didn’t think he’d ever see you again to be honest so now stuff that he buried ages ago is in his face

- Can’t tell you sorry. Doesn’t know how.

- Sees you smiling and doting on rin how you used to him and can’t help but get jealous

- Makes sure to approach you when rin isn’t around

- You go to the kitchen to get water boom he’s there too now

- “Jesus Christ do you ever announce yourself?”

- “You’re in MY house”

- “Is it your house if you only show up one a year?”

- Can’t help but start arguments when he just wants to talk regularly

- Rin already picking up what his brother is trying to lay down and he’s not having it

- He’s already developed a crush on you like you CANT leave

- Gets nervous bc if your past with sae that he might snatch you up too

- Not letting his brother take something else away from him

- So all of a sudden he’s a lot more touchy with you

- Trust me inside he’s screaming and throwing up bc he’s never done this before but he will try

- You can feel his stiff ass hand around your waist😭

- Poor baby

- The silent itoshi beef isn’t missed by you but you don’t know that they’re competing off the pitch too

- “You sure you don’t want to go do something? Like we watched horror movies in your room all day yesterday, I had errands to run-“

- “Well I wanted to start the final destination franchise so you gotta watch all 5 of them there’s a new one coming out”

- “Yeah in 2025! That’s like 3 years away!”

- “Shhhh, the movie starting🙄”

- Hoards you all to himself in his room because you’re surrounded by HIM and less chances for Sae to sneak up on you in public and steal you away or join your date outing together

- Thinks you look cute wrapped in his blankets and tries not to blush when you cling to him

- “I swear to god-“

- “My bad forgot there’s a jumpscare here I’ll warn you about the next one promise.”

- He won’t

- Sae rolling his eyes to the back of his head bc you just always in the house now and Rin hanging off you like a sad puppy

- Sae is more strategic where rin is impulsive

- So he’s the type to do shit from the past that he knew would make your heart flutter and run will be blunt and impulsive with his actions

- Sae will touch your lower back as he comes up behind you to grab a class from the cub board and hand it to you

- Sae will bring you home your favorite snack when he knows rin wont see him give it to you

- Rin will grab your hand in public and not let go to make sure you don’t get lost on a crowd

- Rin will clumsily press his lips to your forehead when you are most distracted

- Both are very annoying

- And after a good WEEK of getting mixed signals from both of them you’re ready to stay your ass at home for the rest of the vacation before it’s back to work

- Monday morning Rin invites you on a morning run

- Which you obviously say fuck NO to bc the sun ain’t even up

- But he shows up to your front door at the asscrack of dawn telling you to get dressed you have no say in the matter unfortunately

- The jog isn’t so bad and he has the decency to buy you breakfast afterwards so that’s nice

- Decent conversation surprisingly

- When he drops you off back at your home he kisses you before literally sprinting off

- He was working up the nerve to do that all morning

- Can’t even say thanks or whatever yet before he presses his body close to you and lifts your head to slot his lips against yours

- Puts all his feelings into that kiss before managing to get out “bye” before his throat completely closes up

- And then sprints off before you can even blink

- Clown

- Giggling and kicking his feet when he gets home

- Sae is packing for his trip back to Spain at the end of the week

- When he catches you leaving his house after another Rin spontaneous all day movie marathon

- Offers to drive you home because it’s dark and he remembers the address

- Didn’t really offer so much as grab his Keys complaining about how you know better than to be outside this late

- Sir 🫤🫤

- The ride is kinda tense until he forces a conversation

- Unsurprisingly e vividly remembers all the right buttons to press to see that smile he’s been dying to see

- Don’t even notice he took the long way back to your home

- Puts his new number in your phone and tells you to stop being stubborn and answer when he texts you

- He’s a gentleman before all else so he walks you right to your front door

- Man barely hears a word you said before pulling you closer by your neck pressing his lips to yours

- Remembers you like the back of his hand the way his lips fit so familiar with yours

- Ends up with your arms around his neck and your back pressed into the front door

- Clearly wanting to come inside he pulls away because he’s fond of the chase🙄😒

- Wishes you a good night before kissing your forehead and going back to his car

- both of them have laid their cards out on the table

- Just up to you to make a choice I’m afraid

[itsclydebitches]

This interaction popped into my head fully-formed today and I knew no peace until I wrote it out. They're friends, your honor 😭

“Getting long, huh?”

Trent froze in the act of putting up his hair, a few tendrils slipping to fall in his eyes, obscuring Roy. It was still instinctual to flinch back, his father’s acidic voice ringing in his ears as he said again and again and again how it was past time for Trent to see a barber, each reminder casual like his judgment was a given. Well, it always had been. Trent never found the courage to admit that he was a regular of salons and that each product they sold there cost more than his father’s first rent. His lip had curled, barb-like, when Trent had last visited, the shoulder-length cut exacerbating the news of his firing. He could only imagine what his father would say if he saw it now, curls licking at the small of his back.

Trent’s mind processed all of this in a matter of seconds, journalistic instincts finally overriding the fear to focus on reality: the neutral tone of Roy’s voice. His appreciative glance. Their normal coffee hand-off that Trent had to resurrect numb fingers to complete.

Roy was not his father. No one at Richmond was.

“Yeah,” Trent agreed, voice scratchy. He took a hasty gulp of his drink. “It’s never been this long before.”

Non-committal grunt from the other side of the office. That was the Roy equivalent of dragging his chair over, propping his chin on his hands, and begging for all the juicy details.

“I’m... thinking of cutting it again?”

That got a reaction. Roy’s head whipped around in a gesture that screamed ‘ABSOLUTELY NOT’ but his response, when it came, was just another measured hum. No pressure; plenty of space to accept a statement, or engage with the question. Trent had to bite his lip to keep from laughing outright. But god, Roy was trying so hard and that felt so good.

Though he was likewise trying to be kinder to his past self, Trent hated that he’d caved and cut his hair a day before approaching Richmond, that snide voice in his head insisting that he’d be lucky to make it into the building -- they certainly wouldn’t hire a slovenly poof, as his father might say. Ah, but then that voice did have a hint of his Scouse accent, didn't it? Really, Trent hadn���t given it much thought until Ted mentioned having a bag full of hair-ties and suddenly he was desperate for the length back, if only to make use of something that Ted had held.

Embolden by caffeine and the mellow mood, Trent decided to gift Roy some truth.

“I grew it this long for him,” he said, head nodding towards the closed door. Behind the glass Ted was pecking at his keyboard in a manner that was not adorable, not at all, because describing a middle-aged American as ‘adorable’ was too much, even for Trent’s purple prose. So Ted was merely whatever word instilled the desire to kick one’s feet and doodle connecting hearts around the edges of a journal.

Trent’s crush was no secret -- to no one but Ted, anyway -- but speaking about it now, openly, mere feet from the man himself... that was thrilling. Ridiculously so for a Tuesday morning spent with Roy Kent.

“I missed a couple of appointments back when the book was going through proofs and then we had that week-long storm, remember?" Trent mimed the sheets of rain that had flooded their streets and turned flower beds into dirt soup. "I came in drenched one day, just sopping, with my shoes squelching and my blazer ruined. I’m pretty sure I scarred one of the security guards when I threatened to get him fired if he didn’t find me a towel in the next thirty seconds. I was a bitch, no two ways about it. Meanwhile, Ted took one look at me, gasped, and said I was a mermaid.” Trent grinned at the memory, fingers fluttering. “Then he lent me a shirt and I spent the rest of the day wondering if the purple made me look like Ariel.”

“...Did you keep the shirt?”

“Of course not. It was lost--” air quotes, “--at the cleaners.”

Roy snorted in amusement. Trent was surprised though when his expression grew tight and when he spoke, so quiet Trent almost didn’t catch it, there was an undertone of hesitance; like Roy feared overstepping some line.

“Grew it long for him,” he said, “but are you keeping it long for him? I mean, what the fuck do you want?”

Trent blinked, considering. Oh. Well. If you’d asked him point blank he would have said categorically that he wasn’t someone who changed himself to appease others... but then, forty years pretending to be straight didn’t really support that, now did it? The truth was that he wanted strangers to stop staring on the street whenever he went out with his curls and a skirt. He wanted to teach Amelia how to braid his hair, just like he braided hers each weekend. He wanted a fucking buzz-cut to combat the summer heat. He wanted to make the flower crowns he’d never even dared to imagine in his youth. He wanted to spend less of his salary on products -- or at least feel less guilty about the indulgence. He wanted to borrow Keeley’s scrunchies. He wanted to donate it all to Locks of Love. He wanted hair long enough to impulsively dye it red, just to see Ted laugh.

Trent wanted to go back in time and find the courage to change his own body without riding the coattails of a crush’s compliment. He wanted to accept that there was no version of himself he liked without the influence of Ted Lasso and kiss him, kiss him, kiss him in gratitude.

“I don’t know,” Trent admitted, “but for now I want this.”

Roy gave a short nod, his shoulders relaxing. He glanced towards the window where Ted still sat, huffing in a manner that a brave man might have called fond, and returned to his work.

Once they’d settled into their daily silence, Trent couldn’t resist:

“I do want it long enough for him to pull.”

“Fuck off!”

Across the way Ted jumped, wondering what had Trent laughing like that and Roy slamming through the door, yelling something about "TM-fucking-I."

Watching Trent tip his head back so his hair flew, danced, caressed his cheek as it passed, Ted decided he’d just have to ask him about it over dinner.

[rosellerivers19]

I'm trying to teach here!

Sasuhina; Anbu Captain x Academy teacher au inspired by @hanchu27 's art on twitter

Hinata Hyuga used to be an esteemed heiress but that title was stripped from her when she was young now at the prime age of 22 she was an academy teacher. The Kindest of them all some would say. Though her reputation,pride and family life had struck sore she found many beautiful things later in life one of them was caring for children making them feel happy and needed in a way she had needed when she was younger, in the way her sensei Kurenai and team mates Kiba,Shino and even Akamaru did when she had been at her lowest point.

There was nothing particularly exciting in her life after she became a simple academy teacher sure . . . she still had a teeny crush on a certain blonde from the academy and admired his goofy smile and enthusiastic attitude every now and then when he came to the academy to meet up with Iruka sensei, but even now she could only observe from afar.

"Hyuga sensei!" her class shouted waking Hinata from her thoughts.

"Oh sorry I spaced out again didn't I?" she said smiling apologetically as a few student giggled

"Yeah you did," Mai Taisu, a popular kid in the class snickered. Hinata was aware of Taisu's rude behavior but she made sure that no other students got hurt in any way because of it. Right now the child was just saying empty words so she'd allow the disrespect besides she was an adult that meant she was the responsible one.

"I think it's kinda cute"

The whole class turned around to see a man with a cat mask and black and gray attire. He was a regular visitor yet no one knew his name. Well No one except the teacher herself.

"Neko san!" Many of the students in the class cheered as the man in the Anbu mask walked into the classroom from his spot in the corner.

"Now,now don't let me distract you please, listen to Hyuga-sensei"

Hinata could already imagine the devilish smirk that hid behind his mask

‘The destruction is already done and he has the gall to say pay attention’ she thought irritably before turning back to her class plastering a smile.

"Kids I'm afraid it's recess time so if you can go outside in a single file lin--"

The class erupted with shouting and everyone scrambling to get out in a matter of minutes. It was quite the commotion but also quite common for the academy teachers.

I think they're more excited about recess than becoming shinobi Hinata thought as she collected the papers left on the students' desks

She felt the presence of the Anbu captain beside her seeing him at one of the desks through the corner of her eye.

"Let me help you with that" he collected the papers in lightning fast speed, handing them to her a few seconds after saying the phrase.

His hand was outstretched to return the papers to her yet she was careful not to actually touch his hand.

"Thank you Anbu san." she said quietly walking back to her desk

"You know you can call me Sasuke" he called out from behind her

"You are in uniform, it would be disrespectful to the Anbu if I referred to you so informally" she replied, reaching for a chocolate big she had stashed in her desk so the students wouldn't go rabid.

"Is that chocolates" Sasuke asked peering over her shoulder

"won't you give me a few?" he asked his left hand to directly horizontal to hers on the desk but with enough distance so he wasn't *actually* touching her.

"This... is not for you" she replied, her tone a bit more harsh from the close proximity slightly adjusting herself so they were further apart "And you HATE sweets" she said almost accusingly

"Hmm. Then I suppose that you will show me some love TONIGHT... Right? Hyuuga-sensei?"

"What did you say?"

"I said you'll make me some chocolates later today right? We do live next to each other" he said overwriting his previous words even though she *clearly* heard him.

"I suppose . . ." she said gruffly

.

.

.

The Anbu captain stuck around hidden in the shadows for the entirety of her lesson which annoyed her but she didn't say anything about it, his presence only conscious in the back of her mind.

"Well that's the end of the lesson if you have any questions--"

"Why don't you ever teach us any fun stuff Hinata Sensei" Taisu asked, her feet on her desk a sign of blatant disrespect but Hinata ignored it.

"yeah . ." a few other kids agreed. Hinata knew the lessons weren't always fun but they were a crucial part of history and to becoming a shinobi

"Well I apologize you feel that way but this information is crucial" Hinata argued

"You just don't know how to teacher correctly" Taisu scoffed "what else can be expected from a--" Taisu stopped mid sentence with Hinata looking at her sternly.

"that is enough Taisu your recess time will be cut in half tomorrow if you can't handle a few boring lessons you will not be able to handle being a shinobi" Hinata spoke sternly

"Class dismissed"

The children said hurried good byes and see you tomorrows to their teacher seemingly scared by her tone of voice

Taisu mumbled under her breath from the punishment but didn't argue as she left

Hinata then turned around

"Stop scaring my students" Hinata scolded the Anbu captain who looked at her innocently taking off his mask.

"What? I'm not even doing anything"

Hinata sighed in frustration "Sasuke san as much as I appreciate you defending me I can fight my own battles especially against my own students" she replied she knew his presence had frightened her students he tended to do that when they showed a disrespectful attitude towards her.

She then walked to the chalkboard briskly to erase the lesson plan

"Where are you going?" He smirks not at all fazed by her scolding from earlier, "I'm not done with you yet...Hyuuga-sensei." he teased walking behind her before she grabbed his hand

"I'll talk to you after class" Hinata responded guiding him to the door forcefully to get him to leave

"what--- no fair," he whined but Hinata had already pushed him out the door, slumping against the door's hard surface.

This Anbu Captain Was A Problem.

The References:

Thank you so much @hanchu27 for the inspiration I'm looking forward to making more chapters with your art.

[rndmmarston]

Doc Holliday X Reader

A/N-This is my First ever post on here and my first ever time writing stuff like this, so sorry if its not that great. <3

Warnings- None

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It was a Regular night at the oriental, cowboys drinking, working girls doing there thing, and lots a gambling. I was at the faro table filling up drinks for the Earp’s and for Doc. I don’t know what it is between me and Doc,we’ve known each other for years but we aren’t together but we have some sort of weird relationship. My thoughts were interrupted by the Earp’s and Doc coming back to the table, “Thanks Y/N” Wyatt said sitting down at the table. I stood beside Doc as we watch the Card games take place.

Three Guys with Red sash’s walk into the Oriental looking to cause trouble, they walked up to table, one of them wearing a bright red shirt snatch’s the dollar bill out of Wyatt’s hand “Wyatt Earp huh, Heard about you” I then took a few step’s to get behind Doc just in case something happen, “Listen here now Mr Kansas Law dog Law dont go round here” said the third one. “Im retired” Wyatt said trying not to cause any Trouble “Good, Thats Real good” The one in the Bright red said while placing down chips, the Third then got real close to Wyatt “ Yeah, thats good, Mr. Law Dog, ‘cause law don’t go around here” “Yeah i heard you heard the first time, Winner to the King Five Hundred Dollars” I started to feel a little tense, I never like the Cowboys they always kinda scared me “ Shut up Ike” “You Must be Doc Holliday” I felt yourself get even more tense, “ Thats the Rumor” Doc said coughing a little bit “You retired too?” “Not me im in my Prime” Doc said strongly “Yeah, you look it” “ and You Must Ringo, Look darling Johnny Ringo” He said pointing at Ringo while looking at me, My heart starts to beat out of my chest “ The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill they say, what do you think darling should I hate him?” He said asking me “You don’t even know him” I said trying to act Calm that he called me ‘Darling’ “Yes, but theres just something about him, something around the eye’s I don’t know Reminds me of…Me, No im sure of it I hate him” he said before drinking “He’s drunk” Wyatt said to Ringo trying to keep it Calm and not break out a fight, “In vino Veritas” Doc said in some different Language “Age quod agis” I started to get more Scared of what was gonna happen next I took a few more steps behind Doc to get closer to the Earp’s, Doc and Ringo said more stuff in Latin I think, then Marshall Fred white stepped in “ Come on boys we Don’t want no trouble in here. Not in any Language” I look down to see Wyatt cocking a Gun under the Table, “Thats Latin Darlin’, Evidently Mr. Ringo an educated man, Now I really hate him” Ringo then pulls his gun at Doc making me Jump a little but Doc stood there like a statue, Ringo then Started teasing him by putting his gun down then pointing it back at him, Ringo them started to spin his gun around in the air, the bar started to yell and clap, he then holstered his gun and the bar got quiet waiting to see what Doc would do back at Ringo, Doc drank the rest of his Drink out of his cup before he started to spin it Around like a Gun Mocking Ringo, he then was done, the Bar clapped and laughed, All Ringo did was smile and walk away with the other 2 Cowboys over to the bar. “Hey Doc” I asked while Walking out of The Oriental back to the Hotel “Yes darlin’?” There was a little pause, “What are we?” I asked “well” theres was another pause, our faces got a little closer, he then pressed his soft lips against mine, I was shocked but then started to kiss him back, It almost felt like I had sparkss in my Body, I put my hands around his Neck as he put his around my waist, I wish that kiss would have lasted for ever but we pulled apart breathless, “Does that answer your Question darlin’?” He asked with a smirk on his face “ I think it does” I said smiling at him. __________________________________________ A/N- Sorry if that wasn’t the best, like a said it is my first time, if you have any Requests i would happily (Attempt) to Do them! <GIF is Not mine>

[carolinaboy34]

Cello

School continued to go really well, but I was enjoying my extracurricular activities even better. And while serving as a willing hole for anyone that wanted it was wonderful and had its perks, a boy doesn’t live on dick alone, so I continued to do other things to keep me busy. George and I, while working out at the gym, saw a sign up for intramural volleyball. We formed a team from our dorm and competed in that on a weekly basis. That was a lot of fun, and we found out we were pretty good volleyball players. He and I worked well as a set-up and spike duo.

I also kept playing the viola whenever I could. I found a group in town that wanted a viola player on a regular basis. It wasn’t paying anything, but it got me playing with a group instead of solo practice at the music building. We did free concerts around town and even did some busking in the busy part of downtown every once in a while. It was a lot of fun. It was a good group of musicians with a widely varied background. We had a housewife, a lawyer, a grad student, and even a police officer.

The grad student and I hit it off right away. He’s a cello player and has a wicked sense of humor, so we joked around a lot and had a great time when we got together. It was pretty early in our friendship that we came out to each other, so with that out of the way, we could be open and easy in our conversation and not have to worry about the reaction from the other. It was also pretty clear that we had a mutual attraction to one another, but we had, up until this point, not acted on it. The others in the group, and even George, wondered when we would finally get together, but we had so much fun with the sexual tension between us, that we didn’t want to rush it and mess that up.

It all came to a head one night when we were gathering at his place to rehearse. He rented a house in a decent neighborhood, so we didn’t have to worry about neighbors in apartments or other family members disrupting us. I got there a few minutes early, and it was clear he was in a bad mood. He was quiet and kind of huffing around his house, putting stuff out for our rehearsal.

“Ok. What’s bothering you? You’ve grunted more than you’ve said since I got here!”

“Ehh, nothing for you to worry about. I’ll be fine.”

“Bullshit. Tell me your troubles! I can listen really well.”

“Well, you know I’ve been seeing this guy for a while. Grant, right?”

“Yeah. What happened? Did he hurt you?”

“No. But what could you do if he did?”

“Not much, but I have big friends!”

“Ha! Anyway, we, uh, we haven’t had sex yet. He keeps putting up blocks and excuses, not that I’m pressuring him, but what the fuck? I’m not that ugly, am I?”

“Oh wow. Um, well, no, you are not ugly. Promise you that. I thought you’d done the deed ages ago! Why are you so grumpy now?”

“We haven't. He's a freshman at school and not out, but thinks he likes guys. Yada, Yada, Yada. He’s scared to have sex.”

“No wonder you’re so fucking grumpy. You’re backed up! Why don’t you get a Grindr fuck or something?”

“I hate fucking Grindr. It’s such a pain in the ass. Lol!”

“Well, um, I could help relieve the blockage. That is, if you don’t think it isn’t too much of a pain in the ass!”

“Ha! I’ve heard you are pretty good at “relieving” people. But we have friends coming over soon.”

“No problem. I work great under pressure!”

And I grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the bedroom and shut the door. I stepped up to him and pushed him against the closed door, grabbing his shirt and leaning in for a kiss. We made out for a couple of seconds, but I had other things to attend to, so I worked my way down his body, kissing his neck, licking his Adam's apple, grabbing his pecs and squeezing while I kissed down his abs. I lifted the bottom of his shirt and buried my lips in his belly button and blew, giving him a zerbert. He doubled over laughing, which broke the tension.

“Lemme at it! I’ve heard all about it, and I want to see for myself what all the fuss is about!”

I reached up and undid his belt and then the button and zipper on his pants. Then I reached around and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his pants and underwear and started pulling down. I didn’t stop until they were puddled on the floor. When I let go of his pants, I looked up and saw what all the fuss was about! It was beautiful! About 7 or 8 inches long and smooth as glass, thin with a slight curve down. He had a perfect circumcision scar just under the glans that separated the pink shaft from the wide, purple head. His balls were in a smooth sac that hung loose between his legs and were as big as walnuts. I ran my hands up his legs and cupped his balls in my fingers then continued up and around his dick and over his smooth, shaved skin at the base. I leaned up and kissed the tip then ran my tongue over and around the head before taking it in my mouth. I tongued the head and gathered the precum that was burping out of the end of his dick, savoring the texture and musky flavor.

After swallowing what I had on my tongue, I took him all the way in my mouth until his dick was knocking on my throat. I swallowed a couple of times and let it nestle in my pharynx. I rested there for a couple of seconds then pulled off, catching my breath and watching his steel hard bone bounce to his heartbeat and drip more precum on the ground. I checked my watch and realized we needed to hurry, so I reached up and grabbed him at the base and took him back into my throat with one quick movement. I went up and down as fast as I could, dragging my tongue along the shaft and using my hands with my mouth to rub and stimulate the whole thing at once. He put his hands on my shoulders for support and started to thrust into me, matching my movements to drive as far into my throat as he could. We were frantically moving, his balls slapping my chin each time he would thrust into my mouth. All of a sudden, we heard a knock at the door and one of our friends came into the living room, calling out his name.

“Sasha? Are you here?”

‘I’m heeeree, Cindy. Um, uh, I’ll, uh, be riiiight therre!”

That took him over the edge and he started squirting into my mouth, filling me up with his tasty cum. I swallowed and let him fill me up again, savoring the flavor and texture of his nut.

“Are you ok, Sasha?”

“I’m, uh, fine, Cindy. Just a moment.”

I kept him in my mouth and swallowed a couple of times, sending aftershocks up his body. He continued to support himself on my shoulders, but he eventually gathered his strength back and stood up.

“That was unbelievable” he whispered. “I definitely owe you for that.”

“Nah. Just doing what friends do. I hope it unblocked you.”

“I need more friends like you!”

By then I was standing face to face with him, and he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips.

“Mmm, Hmm. That tastes pretty good!”, licking his lips.

He straightened his clothes and took a deep breath, then we both went out to greet Cindy. He grabbed a water bottle and took a big swallow just as I greeted Cindy with a big kiss on the cheek. He actually spit out his water!

The rest of our group arrived and we began rehearsal. Sasha was so animated and fired up, it was cute to watch and hard to keep up. Everyone commented on how his mood seemed better. He was the old Sasha, laughing, joking and generally commanding the room. It was a great practice and we all left happy and satisfied, ready for our next performance.

I stuck around after to help clean up and just hang out. He really was more relaxed and happy, and that made me really happy as well. It was such a simple thing to do, but it made a big difference to him.

As I was getting ready to leave, he came up to me and gave me a big hug.

“Thanks for tonight. It really was special, and it helped me a lot. You’re a good friend.” He continued to hold me in his arms.

“You’re welcome. I’m happy to help!”

“Your simple act really improved my mood and made me feel better. I can’t believe how grumpy I was because of my frustrations with him. I do care about him a lot, but man! Dating someone in the closet can be hard.”

I hugged him again, and we just stood there holding each other cheek to cheek, swaying back and forth, enjoying the moment. He slowly lowered his hands to my lower back, then my ass, and held me in his tender grip. We continued to sway back and forth, almost slow dancing to music in our heads, and his grip became a little firmer until he was pulling my body into his, our groins pressed together tightly. I could feel his hard cock against mine, both pointing the same direction and smashing into each other.

I pulled my head away from his and looked at him. His eyes were alight with sparkles as they danced back and forth between my eyes, looking at me intently and with great wonder. I leaned forward and kissed him, our lips tentatively opening to allow each other’s tongue to explore. We soon were kissing and licking each other with passion. I ran my tongue over his teeth, feeling his tongue fight with mine for space. Our lips smashed together as our breath was racing out of our noses. His grip on my butt tightened even more and was pulling me firmly into him. I reached down as we continued to kiss at the open front door of his house and felt his firm ass contracting and flexing as we danced together, then ran my hands up his back under his shirt, feeling his hot, smooth skin that covered his taut muscles.

“Um, Drew. Are you sure about this?” as he pulled away slightly.

“Fuck yes, Sasha. I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

He bent down, grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me over his shoulder then walked back to the bedroom. He threw me down on the bed and stood there, staring at my eyes and breathing heavily. We both frantically began to undress, throwing our clothes away as soon as they left our body until we were both naked before each other - the first time in our friendship. He was really sexy - tall and thin with well defined muscles. He had thin hair between his pecs and sparse hair around his belly button. He shaved his pubes, and was completely bare. He had an intricate tattoo of a rose bush and thorns on his left arm. He had long hair that he kept pulled back in a ponytail, but it was tattered from carrying me to the bed. His face was a model of intensity in whatever he did. Today it was almost hypnotic, his scruffy facial hair framing his angular jaw and pointed nose, underneath his heavy brow and dark, sparkling eyes. He was unbelievably sexy, and I could not believe that we were finally doing this. I had pined for him since we first met, but I got to know him and really valued our friendship. I didn’t want to mess that up with sex.

He walked to the foot of the bed and crawled onto the mattress, coming over me until we were face to face again, our bodies only touching where his dick reached down to mine. He leaned down and we kissed again, and that seemed to break the dam so to speak. We were a jumbled mess of hands and arms and legs, grabbing onto whatever was close and rubbing, scratching and pulling until we were as close together and intertwined as we could possibly get. I brought my legs up and wrapped them around his waist, squeezing him tight into me, as our hard dicks fought for real estate against my groin. I had wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in tight as we continued to kiss, our chests rubbing together. His light hair tickled my chest, and his hard nipples rubbed against mine. He held my head in his hands as we kissed, moving my head and face around to be able to kiss whatever he wanted. He nibbled on my ears, licked my jawline, kissed my neck and Adam's apple, even bit my nose lightly. We just wanted to literally consume each other, the attraction and passion of the past couple of months building up to an undeniable force that neither of us wanted to oppose.

We both had worked to slowly bring my knees up until they were pinned to my chest by his sculpted arms, his biceps bulging against my shins. I felt him moving his body around, trying to get his dick to approach my hole while he held me tight. I reached down and felt for his dick, finding the head slathered in precum as it rubbed along my taint. I put it to my twitching hole and held it there, his precum bubbling out to make entrance easier. I spit on my fingers and rubbed my hole to add to the moisture, then I placed my hands on his firm ass and pulled him into me. He took the que and pressed forward, his wide, round glans fighting against my tight hole for submission. I relaxed and let my hole open slightly, and he pushed in until just the tip was in and my hole clamped around the shaft under his ridge.

“Oh my God, Drew! You’re so hot and tight! It feels fucking amazing!”

He pushed on, as I tried to relax as much as possible, and his dick traveled its length to finally be buried all the way inside me, his balls resting against my ass and my hole quivering around his long shaft. My balls were smashed between our groins, and he held there for a while. I enjoyed the pressure and pain he brought to my sac and moaned loudly as he pushed harder, trying to get as much of himself inside me as he could. My hole finally calmed down and stopped quivering, but remained tightly clamped around him as he tried to slowly withdraw. I groaned and pawed at his ass to hold him inside a little longer, but his male instincts to fuck took over, and he took everything out then punched back in, going all the way down again and smashing my balls between us once more.

“Fuck Drew. Your ass is amazing. It is gripping and massaging me as I go in and out! It feels soooo good!”

“You too, Sasha. Your dick fills me perfectly and hits all the right spots. Come on, now. Fuck me!

He smirked down at me and leaned in for a kiss, smashing our faces together while he pulled out again. He thrust back in and began a long, slow fuck, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in until he smashed into me and squeezed my balls between us. His long-dicking fuck was just what we needed, and we went at it for ages. We both entered this blissful trance of kissing and heat and sweat, joined at the mouth and my hole. I gripped his torso tightly, holding him against me as we made out, him flexing his back to fuck into me long and deliciously slow. I gripped his dick each time he entered me and held tight until he pulled almost all the way out. His steel-hard cock brushed slowly against my prostate with each thrust, causing precum to continually gush out of my dick and coat our abs as we rubbed together.

He continued to fuck but let go of my legs, and I wrapped them around his body, my knees under his ribs and my feet pushing against his ass, spurring him to fuck harder. He took the hint and upped the intensity, pushing harder and harder until he was slamming into me with each thrust, his balls slapping against my ass and his body trapping mine. The sounds of the bed squeaking, the squishing of my ass each time he entered, and the moans and gasps coming from us when we broke our kiss for a moment were all we heard as we continued to fuck like long-lost lovers. I was consumed with everything he had to offer, and the smells, sights and feelings were wrapping me up like a velvet blanket.

His intensity continued to increase until his body was a blur of thrusts as the heat coming from my hole radiated throughout my body. His moans increased to squeals as he reached the point of orgasm, slamming into me one final time and holding still, his dick spasming and jerking as he dropped his load deep inside my body. Feeling him cum threw me over the edge too, and I sprayed my load out between us, adding to the puddle already spreading out. My orgasm lasted a long time, the shivers and shakes continuing long after the last dribble left my body. He remained inside me and relaxed on my body, my legs falling to the side to cradle him as he rested his head on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a while, both of us dozing off for a few moments. He shifted, sending a jolt of pain from my balls through my body, which caused me to tighten up and eject his softening dick from my puffy hole. I clamped down to hold his load inside me, and he apologized for hurting me.

“You didn’t hurt me in a bad way, I promise. That feels amazing.”

“Yeah? Well, that whole experience felt amazing. You are a wonder. We should use you as our next fundraiser!”

“Ha! I can imagine ‘Take a Ride on the Amazing BottomBoy!’ with me inside a carnival tent!”

“We’d raise millions in a day. I promise!”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure I’m ready to go pro. I still like my amateur status. I hope to compete in the Olympics one day!”

We both started giggling and embraced each other in a long hug and make out session, his floppy, wet dick rubbing against my leg, leaving snail trails of cum all over me. I was a mess, so I eventually extricated myself from the bed and went to take a shower. He decided to join me, so we washed together, sharing the soap and rubbing it over each other to get clean. He gripped my ass and snaked a finger down my crack to my swollen hole, rubbing it lightly and feeling the cum bubble out of it slowly. He had me turn around and bend over, eyeing my leaky hole before leaning in and running his tongue along my crack, lapping up his cum and my juices. He smacked his lips and smiled widely.

“Fucking delicious! I could just eat you all up!”

“Anytime and Anywhere!” and I stood up to make out with him some more.

We finished our shower when the hot water ran out and got dried then dressed. I made it home to find George in bed reading.

“You look great! Had a good rehearsal?”

“You could say that!” I smiled at him and got undressed for bed, the last of Sasha leaking from my ass as I settled in bed under my blankets.

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - Sing in the darkness - Chapter 2 - Part 25

Translation of Sing in the darkness from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’, a new side arc alongside the current main story arc Like the dawning light.

Marion: As always we will begin with squatting 150 kilograms in three sets for improving metabolism.

Marion: Afterwards for the legs, chest, shoulders, arms, back, core and abs… I suppose push-ups would suffice

Gast: Oi, Marion. Thought I said this earlier but, we only 30 minutes to spare for today

Marion: You’ll individually adjust in order to finish in 30 minutes.

Ren: How many sets?

Marion: Your pacing decides that, obviously.

Gast: Hell no! Don’t be ridiculous!

Marion: Listen, this should be a routine you do on the regular. Don’t start whining about this much already.

Marion: And that you dare to defy my instructions… If you want to become stronger, shut your mouth and obey me!

Gast & Ren: ….!

Bianchi: Oh dear. Same as ever, that Marion-chan

Sage: He’s with the rookies♪

Jude: Are these rookies?

Sage: Yeah, they’re North’s Gast-kun and Ren-kun. Marion-kun’s mentees. 

Jude: Huuh, first time I see ‘em

Bianchi: Hold on, you’ve seen them around. I’m sure you passed them how many times now since their admission

Jude: ? Don’t remember a single thing…

Bianchi: Because it doesn’t interest you? Not only the rookies, but you treat our superiors the same. 

Jude: Haha, what can I say. Everyone except Bianchi looks the same in my eyes

Sage: Eh

Jude: Hm?

Jude: …No worries, Sage. I can barely differentiate you and Nico. 

Sage: Um, haha… I’ll take that for what it is

Marion: Lower yourself more! Exactly there, stay put for four minutes like that!

Gast: Hyeeeegh! You demon!!!!!

Marion: Pipe down the squeling! Move an inch and you’ll get the whip!

Ren: Ngh…

Bianchi: Oh my gosh, Marion-chan’s like so spartan~ And his cute face hasn’t changed either♡

Sage: Marion-kun’s doing his best to be a mentor. All while he’s close in age with the rookies… He’s seriously impressive!

Bianchi: Fufufu

Sage: What is it, Bianchi-san?

Bianchi: Nothing. Seeing Marion-chan’s way of dealing with the rookies is making me subconsciously smile

Sage: ? Hm, right♪

Bianchi: Fufu

Bianchi: Ah that’s right, Sei-chan. Will you be going to Robin’s place after you’re done with training?

Sage: Yeah, that’s the plan

Sage: By the way Nico contacted me that he’ll be going before us. Think he wants to go grocery shopping and help with cooking.

Bianchi: Nico-chan has quite mastered Robin’s recipes during these three years. 

Bianchi: His insatiable curious mind for food is something else. Honestly, it’s impressive… 

Sage: Ahaha. He’s unusually calm and collected about other things, which makes it all the more remarkable

Jude: The hour for gathering is 6 pm, right? I’ll head off for some laps in the pool until it’s just about time. 

Sage: Got it. I’ll go ahead and let Sensei now

Jude: I owe you for that one

Bianchi: You don’t have to force yourself to come each time?

Bianchi: Since you… hate Robin even till this day, no?

[lesmond-sycamore]

OKAY because I don't want this info attached to that one anon I'm dumping it here and adding some info

uhhh let me explain this fucking insanity (edit: now called past(?) problems modern solutions) au

- technically modern + age swap + other stuff meets canon

- the main modern + age swap + other stuff are luke, clive, hershel, and theodore (there are others in the modern/age swap/other stuff universe, but they don't affect the story besides the 4 being like "oh so that's what they're like here")

- luke and clive are adopted siblings bc clark adopted clive when clive's family died in an apartment fire due to faulty wiring

- targent actually ended up killing rachel and leon while the boys where out and the adoption agency asked clark to take them in but he couldn't and so clive and luke decided on adopting one each (luke got theo and clive got hersh) bc they didn't want the two to be separated and they both have flats in the same building literally down the hall from each other

- luke is in veterinary school and clive is a reporter of an independent political news site before they get thrown in canon

- luke and clive both have some behavioral issues but have went to therapy for it and are mostly better now but under stress can kinda move back into it (I wonder what could cause that stress /s)

- luke ends up getting thrown into canon w the boys bc hersh was staying over when it happened (honestly I haven't really thought of how it happens bc this isn't like. a fully fledged au or anything with a plot but I have some ideas) and goes to scotland yard once he realizes he's not in their london anymore and says he's in a predicament, but won't provide more details so chelmey suggests the help of professor layton

- clive gets thrown into canon by himself and he gets arrested bc he looks almost exactly like regular clive except with some peach fuzz bc he was TRYING to grow a beard but his genetics hates him lol

- clive gets thrown into the same jail as canon clive and that's when people start getting confused bc they look and sound similar enough and one's refusing to talk about himself and the other's having an existential crisis over the possibility of there being 2 of him

- layton calls des over (bc fuck you they're back in contact w each other here) once he sees hersh and theo bc he recognizes them (he doesn't recognize luke) but luke and the boys only think they traveled in time, not universes so they don't really think much of it until layton's explains that he and des's names are actually theodore and hershel bronev and luke's face drops because he never mentioned their original last names and then layton's like who are you and luke tells him that his name is luke triton and then everyone in the room is like what the fuck is happening

- anyways that's the bare bones abt it. there's some more stuff but honestly it's not like the most interesting concept and it works better more as a "canon learns about modern stuff" and/or character studies with canon seeing what kind of lives/relationships they could have kinda gotten if the world wasn't so cruel kinda au and not a fully-fledged standalone one

- (edit: okay so if you're interested at all I may or may not be writing some drabbles of scenes w them interacting so uh. wat h out for that ig)

- that being said I'm debating on whether or not I want the canon to return home so maybe I can kinda split it into two insane aus wherein one group actually gets home and the other doesn't. who knows (edit: bc I'm throwing cringe out the window I'm also considering letting them visit each other somehow if they get home)

so uhhhhhh yeah that's about it I still haven't even named this whole mess lol

[candycandy00]

The League of Villains Heroes Prologue 1

Author's Note: This is going to be a long, multi-chapter story about what happens after the end of the story, how the remaining members of the League of Villains adapt to their new lives full of therapy and new jobs and new relationships. But, when they get dragged into a fight against an ancient evil trying to take over the planet, this group of former villains might have to become a group of reluctant heroes. No smut. Some strong language and violence later on.

Prologue 1: Shigaraki Prologue 2: Dabi Prologue 3: Toga Prologue 4: Spinner Prologue 5: Mr. Compress

Shigaraki Tomura shifted on the leather couch, still feeling slightly awkward to be here, even after all this time. The woman sitting across from him sat in a plush, high-backed chair, legs crossed, a clipboard in her lap which she periodically made notes in. She was probably in her early 50‘s, attractive for her age, neatly dressed with her dark hair pulled into fashionably loose bun.

The woman tapped her pen on the edge of the clipboard as she looked at him. “So what happened after that?” she asked.

Shigaraki shrugged. “Nothing. The guy let go of my shirt and walked away. I think he flipped me off, but I wasn’t sure. I went the other direction.”

“And you weren’t even tempted to decay him?”

“Nah. I’m not going back to prison over that asshole,” he said.

The woman smiled. “Excellent. You’ve come a long way, Tomura. Two years ago you told me you were struggling to keep from using your quirk on people who provoked you. Now you can shrug it off. That’s progress!”

Shigaraki bit back the urge to roll his eyes. “If that’s all two years of therapy can accomplish, I’m not sure it’s going so well.”

“You also said you’re getting along with your coworkers at your new job. And you’re still doing video game streaming on the side, correct?”

“Yeah,” Shigaraki answered.

The woman leaned forward and patted his knee. “Good for you. You said you really enjoy this streaming thing, and one of the fastest ways to recovery is focusing on doing things you enjoy.”

Shigaraki glanced at her face. She was a nice lady, his therapist. He didn’t hate her. In fact, in some ways, she reminded him a little of his mom. Not really in the way she looked, but the way she talked gently to him. But because he didn’t hate her, he felt like he couldn’t be completely honest with her. What would she think if he told her he “enjoyed” destroying things? And decaying trash and plastics that can’t be recycled at the factory he worked at just wasn’t cutting it. His thirst had never been quenched. But a year in prison and two years of therapy had at least given him a desire to try to control his urges.

“I do enjoy streaming,” he said, “but I have to keep my face hidden. If people found out who I am, I’d probably lose every follower I have. Trying to destroy society isn’t exactly something I could make an apology video for.”

His therapist chuckled lightly. “Yes, I’m sure. But as long as you’re still having fun, that’s all that matters. And didn’t you say you did a joint stream with your friend the other day?”

“Spinner? Yeah. But he’s a much bigger streamer than me. He’s got three million followers. The joint stream gave me a boost but he gets nothing out of it.” Shigaraki was quiet for a moment, then said, “I thought you said it was a bad idea to have much contact with the other members of the League?”

Her face softened. “Yes, and I still feel that way overall. Having too much contact with them could take you back to a destructive mindset, and we don’t want any of you to regress. But I think cutting off contact completely is an equally bad idea. The five of you can support each other’s rehabilitation, in moderation. Just try to keep it down to online interactions or occasional one-on-one meetings.”

“Yeah, no problem there,” he said, and it was the truest thing he’d said to her all week. Spinner was the only former League member that Shigaraki was in regular contact with. Even that wasn’t all that often, with Spinner being so busy with his streaming career. The others rarely initiated contact with him, if at all. But if he texted them, all of them always replied, even Dabi (who was usually at least two days late and responded with as few words as possible). It gave him the sense that they were still there for him if he really needed them, and made him feel a warmth toward them that he frankly didn’t feel for anyone else. But beyond that, he had little contact with them.

He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t miss their company from time to time. The months they’d spent together, often homeless, often crammed into whatever space they could find to keep their heads dry, had made them feel comfortable with each other in a way people who aren’t family rarely do. He wasn’t delusional. The League wasn’t a big happy family that all loved each other, but they understood each other, to a certain degree, and that was enough. On some nights when he couldn’t sleep, he’d be struck by memories of curling up on a stained mattress on the floor of some abandoned shack, Spinner’s scaly arm draped over Shigaraki’s chest, Toga’s hair fanning out and getting in his mouth, Mr. Compress’s foot jabbing his leg. He’d thought it miserable at the time, but now… on those uncommon nights when sleep wouldn’t come, he would trade his spacious apartment with the queen-sized bed for that cramped shack in a heartbeat.

His therapist was talking again, asking him if he’d been forming any meaningful relationships at work. He got along well enough with the people he worked with. No one bothered him, and no one ignored him either. But he wouldn’t call any of them friends. “They’re just co-workers,” he said.

“Aside from Spinner, do you have anyone else you’d call a friend? That you actually spend time with?”

“Does my dog count?”

She smiled but shook her head.

Shigaraki thought for a moment, then arrived at an answer he wasn’t sure he liked. “I guess… Midoriya.”

Her face lit up. “Oh, the hero you have to check in with every week?”

“Yeah,” he replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice. As part of his probation, he had to “check in” with Midoriya once a week. It could have been any hero, but Midoriya had volunteered, and Shigaraki had accepted. It wasn’t a huge deal. Sometimes they just met for coffee and the “check in” was done in ten minutes. Midoriya usually asked him the standard questions: How is work? Are you still going to therapy? How’s Mon-chan doing? Nothing too invasive, and Shigaraki appreciated that. But sometimes the hero stayed longer and talked to Shigaraki about his own life. At first, this had made Shigaraki feel uncomfortable, even awkward, but over time he’d come to enjoy the longer talks. He’d never say that to Midoriya though.

After a few more questions, the therapist laid her pen and clipboard on a nearby table and stood up. “Alright, I think we’re done for today,” she said.

Shigaraki stood up then too and pulled on his jacket. It was January, so the air was crisp and cold even though this winter had so far been mild.

“Have a great weekend!” the woman called as Shigaraki gave her a casual wave and left her office. He didn’t have to stop to schedule another appointment. He came in twice a week, like clockwork. This was another stipulation for his release from prison after only one year. If he ever refused to come in for therapy, or to check in with Midoriya, he’d be locked up again.

Shigaraki walked down the street, tightening his jacket around himself. It was late afternoon, and he thought he saw a snowflake fly past. He idly wondered if the trench coat in the back of his closet would be warm enough for snowy weather as he walked by small stores, ramen shops, bars, and the odd apartment building.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, so he pulled it out. It was probably a text from Spinner, or maybe his boss letting him know he had to come in tomorrow for some stupid reason. As he tapped his phone to look at the notifications, he was surprised that the text was from Mr. Compress (who didn’t go by that name anymore, but Shigaraki had as much trouble not calling him that as he had adjusting to calling Dabi Touya). He opened the text and stopped walking to read it.

“We’re having a little League reunion tonight at Chisa’s Bar. 7pm. Hope you can make it!”

Shigaraki looked at the clock on his phone. It was 5pm. He had plenty of time to go home, feed Mon-chan, rest for a little while, get his coat, and make it to Chisa’s. He quickly tapped out a response to the message.

“I’ll be there.”

He shoved his phone back into his pocket and headed for his apartment.

[dairy-farmer]

(Sorry I know I just sent you a thing but I just typed this out on my phone while running errands because my brain picks the worst times to be inspired. Btw, I see this as being set the night after the 'go fetch' convo lol. Where Lois reconsiders a lot of her preconceptions. Also dick and Damian aren't as close as in canon because Bruce Darkseid Timeline Adventure never happened so Bruce and Damian are very close here. Sorry for any typos

Cheers, ~♡♡♡)

Lois lays in the obscenely comfortable bed, with its fluffy comforter and mountain of pillows and thinks, forcing aside her angry to try and look at the situation objectively. 

There is an age gap, but Clark's parents, like a lot of older queer people have a fairly large age gap too, almost 15 years, and they're genuinely happy together. Lois wonders how they got together, wonders if what she has envisioned from the start has any accuracy. Because she has always imagined it as poor little Tim, queer and lonely, being cornered night after night by a boss who holds all the power and has hands which try and take that which doesn't belong to him. That Tim was scared into silence like Lois was for so long at her first internship in college before she grew brave enough to put her foot down and speak up for herself. She made it personal, yes, and usually that works to her advantage because its gives her an empathy that puts experience behind her stories.��

She thinks instead of a lonely queer kid, forced to grow up too soon meeting a lonely man who struggles to socialize outside of a mask. Thinks about them connecting, talking, laughing until slowly, words turn into soft touches, into soft kisses, and so much more. It was a story she never would have guessed on her own, and she still doesn't know if its any truer then the first, but… She can see it now, can see how a softer story might have played out, one filled with love. She thinks about Tim, never truly alone in this big, empty house, and wonders.

Yes, there are cameras everywhere, but unlike Clark, Bruce can't always be a moment away from his family. And yes, there are parts of Lois, regardless of her sense of independence that does find comfort and safety in the idea her husband, her superman, is always just a word away from being at her side in a moment. That any danger she may find herself in, she has backup from her partner. Maybe Tim finds a similar comfort in knowing Bruce could be watching any time. 

The door creaks only the slightest bit when opened, but its still enough to have her sitting up when Clark enters. 

"Hey, how was your day?" He asks softly, moving fully into the room and closing the door behind him. 

"Not what I expected. I talked to Tim outside today, and he… he isn't who I thought he was." She offers, laying back down, but making sure she's still facing Clark. 

"Yeah, I get that. It wasn't until I had spent time with the two of them together that I really started to understand why Bruce married Tim. They're good for each other, I think." Clark says thoughtfully, while he takes his superman suit off. Lois hums, thinking.

"Hey, what made you change your mind about Bruce and Tim? Like, what moment or conversation reframed them for you. Because I remember you came home one day talking about it, even if I refused to listen. Would you tell me now?" She asks quietly, feeling slightly regretful she had brushed off her husband as yet another man protecting his friends bad behavior. 

"Yeah, I can." Clarks agrees, pulling on some pajamas before climbing into bed. 

"Hey, you showered right?" Lois asks, abruptly. It only took waking up to unidentifiable substances in her bed to make that rule. He was usually very good about it, but when he was tired enough, he would sometimes put if off until the next morning. 

"Yes, dear. At the Watchtower. I just didn't wanna fly back in my regular clothes because I hate being seen in them on the tower. No one ever let's it go." Clark kevtched, and Lois smiled at him, struck by how much she adored him. 

"Anyways, you wanna know when I changed my mind on Tim and Bruce? Well, you know how immediate family of Justice League members can brought up and shown around incase of emergency where they need to be hidden up there? Well, one of the times Tim was up there, Damian and the other younger kids were there, going through what to do in an emergency and Damian was unhappy he was with the family instead of with the theoretical fighting. Tim sat Damian next to him and basically asked him what Bruce valued most. Damian, he quickly answered Justice. But Tim, corrected him and said family. He said Bruce valued family above all else, so being asked to be the last line of defense of the family was an honor that showed that Damian was being entrusted with the thing that Bruce valued most. And I think the reason it stuck with me is that Damian doesn't like or listen to anyone outside of her Father as far as I can tell. Damian places on a lot of value on physical strength, fight ability, and intelligence. 

"For him to listen to and value what Tim was saying, implies that not only is Tim's word equal at home, when it comes to the children, but that Bruce must respect him a lot. Because Damian really does mimic Bruce, always trying to emulate his Father. And I guess, that made me rethink what I knew of their relationship. And, yeah, I did start spending more time with Bruce and family, and really reinforced what I thought- that Tim does have a lot of control over the household, and that Bruce really does adore Tim. I dunno though, I could be wrong. But I think they're both better for having met." Clark's voice trails off towards the end, clearly lost in thought.

Lois isn't sure with everything Clark just told her, and surprised that that was what shifted his view of Bruce and Tim. 

"like Lois was for so long at her first internship in college"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHH i opened this right after i posted the first bit and it seems to be by chance but it looks like we both decided that lois's bad experience happened in college!!!! great minds really do think alike!!!!!! <333333

and THIS!! clark and lois having this short heart to heart where for the first time since they disagreed on bruce and tim's relationship, they're talking AND listening to each other. clark helping ease lois into seeing and understanding what he did.

lois is running it all back through her mind, trying to figure out why tim didn't want to open up to her. but of course he didn't, if she was the one who was saying and doing the wrong thing not bruce. her trying to put them on the same level as martha and jonathon, comparing about why one is acceptable to her but the other isn't.

you can see lois examining it all internally until clark comes along to help her!! <333333

this moment between lois and clark is so sweet, you can see how comfortable they are with each other and how they're reaching this middle ground of understanding between them!! <333

hooray for lois and being one to self-reflect even if she's a bit angry!!

[soupyboiiiii]

0, 2, 6, 8, 9, 10, 11, 16, 19, 22, 26, 29, 36, 44!!! for the ask game!!

-links

so basically all of them lol,

0: Height. 170 something centimetres. im actually not 100% sure.

2: Shoe size. US womens 7

6: Age you get mistaken for. like somewhere between 18 and 20. and people at resturants always try to serve me alcohol and then im like "hey buddy im a child" and theyre like "WHAT". one time someone thought me and my mum were sisters and im like no dude shes like 40 something and im her teenage daughter, we r not the same.

8: Want any tattoos? hell yeah (dont tell my parents or irl friends who are on here lol) one day i will get a bunch of tattoos and dissapoint my mother. possibly. (<- is deathly afraid of needles) (<- has never tried getting a tattoo but probably will not be able to sit still long enough while getting tattooed without throwing up) (we shall see tho cause needles in different settings are different levels of scary, sewing is fine and as you will see i have multiple piercings). Anyway, I want angel wings on my back i think that'd be pretty epic - and like a proper biblically accurate angel with 6 of them, and obviously i want the triforce on my hand, i want a six leaf clover somewhere, and "art is the weapon"(cause i think the statement is cool and meaningful not just cause mcr said it, although danger days is one of my favourite albums of all time), and a goldfish, and probably a venus flytrap, and a bunch of other random stuff. probably the lyric that's in the bio of this blog. but not tooooo many i dont want them all over, they need space to breathe and not look all squished up (<- studies art and appreciates the importance of composition and framing).

9: Got any piercings? I have a few. (<- guy who has 7 holes stabbed in his ears) (although the regular lobe piercings should really be counted in pairs as one piercing each) (which would make 5) only on my ears tho. I've got normal ear lobe piercings, and then second ear lobe piercings and ive got 2 helix piercings on one side and 1 on the other.

10: Want any piercings? Yes ehe. i will get more (: One day im gonna get an eyebrow piercing, and possibly a lip piercing. but right now my father will not let me ):

11: Best friend? this is a rlly hard question i have like 3 best friends. I dont really do one individual person bff i just have a few close friends

16: I’ll love you if… you talk to me about any of my interests

19: A fact about your personality. I talk a looooott

22: What I want to be when I get older. aaaaa i never know. (<- is very much in their "what will i do with my life" existential crisis era) I wanna do art but idk how to get a job in that and i really hate graphic design. id like to be a botanist plant science is cool. tbh i wanna like run a random really niche shop that sells something I like. or i wanna be in a band or actually get paid to just do my art, but that doesnt count as real career aspirations.

26: My biggest pet peeves. when people leave powerpoints switched on when theres nothing plugged in.

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend. really boring but i lied to my friend about who i do/dont actually have a crush on. no one will ever know (except the one friend who does know)

44: A random fact about anything. Fancy goldfish have an average lifespan of 10-15 years, which is actually longer than a domestic cat.

[survey--s]

527.

Which season is your part of the world currently experiencing? Spring, but it feels more like summer - it’s been SO nice this past couple of weeks.

Do you ever read your texts and forget to respond to them? Yeah, regularly, especially when people message me at work and I can’t physically reply until later. What was a show that you enjoyed watching a kid when you were home sick? Arthur was my favourite, for sure. I watched it well into my teenage years lol.

When’s the last time you traveled out of state/province? Where to? Ages ago - probably when we went to the Peak District a few years ago.

Does anything on your body cause you chronic pain? Any chronic illnesses? Yeah, I have sciatica in my back - luckily it’s pretty well managed for now.

What is your favorite Thanksgiving food? We don’t have Thanksgiving here.

Would you prefer cake or pie as a birthday treat? Cake.

Have you ever been in a band with your friends (not the class)? Nope.

What is something annoying about the person you like/love? He’s messy and chronically unorganised.

At what age did you get your first period/have your first wet dream? I was twelve when I got my period, the day before I started Year 8.

What is something that makes you feel old? TikTok.

Do you remember where you were on 9/11/2001? Yeah, in school. We found out about 9/11 when I was in French class and we all watched it live on the news. Do you think that snow days won’t exist now that we have virtual learning?  That’s already the case here in the UK, which really sucks IMO. I used to absolutely LOVE a snow day. Whose wedding did you last attend? I’ve only ever attended my own.

How often do you change/wash your bedding? Once a week - Friday is bed change day so it’s fresh and clean for the weekend.

Do you have much of a sweet tooth? Sometimes, but I definitely prefer savoury food. Have you ever had to call 9-1-1 for someone else? Yes, a few times. What do you dip your French fries in? Mayonnaise, or a mix of mayonnaise and ketchup.

What’s the last book you started reading but couldn’t finish? The Girl in Red by Christina Henry. It’s based in a global pandemic so it was all a bit too “real” hahah.

When’s the last time you experienced a panic attack? Over what? When a dog went missing on me at work.

Have you ever used anything unusual to masturbate with before? If so, what? No.

What’s your favorite sports ball? Tennis.   Have you ever peed in the water at the beach? Sure, loads of times. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t pee in the sea lol.

How long do you think you could tread water for? I had to do it for 10 minutes in a water safety class thing as a kid.

Have you ever been the victim of a hate crime? No.

What would you rather be doing, other than this survey? I’m happy enough doing this as I have to go out in twenty minutes anyway.

Have you ever scored a winning goal for a team you played for? Yeah.

Would you be interested in creating a street mural? Nah, not especially.

Have you ever participated in LARP'ing? No, it really doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest.

Have you ever gotten a divorce? Nope.

How young do you feel is too young to get married? Personally I think any age under 25 is too young, but each to their own.

At what age would you let your child start picking out their own clothes? Whenever they wanted to, as long as it was weather/event appropriate.

What is one thing that you would never pick up from the supermarket? Brussel Sprouts.

What’s the last food that you prepared for yourself? Duck with hoisin sauce and pancakes.

What’s your favorite type of cheese? ALL THE CHEESE. I honestly couldn’t pick a favourite - it depends on my mood and what else I’m eating.

Do you prefer “regular kissing” or French kissing? Regular.

Did you used to bite others as a child? Yeah, I once got a huge bollocking for that lol.

Are you more likely to give a hickey to someone else or get one? Neither.

What is something you fail at, no matter how hard you try? Reading other people’s body language.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Love In Slow Motion (Chapter One) - Fezco

A/N: okay, so I know nobody asked for this but it was just floating around my mind and it wasn’t going to go away until I wrote it so... here it is, it will follow the timeline of the show as of today, except only the interactions the reader has with Fez, if that makes sense xD hahaha hope you enjoy!

Warnings: +18, reader is 18, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of family abuse, drugs and alcohol, spoilers for S1E6 (sort of), Euphoria themes, basically

Disclaimer: I don’t own Euphoria :) gif isn’t mine :D

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Love In Slow Motion

It's been a while since we've been alone To turn off the world and the telephone I need to tell you you're beautiful 'Cause it's been a while and I apologize

The first time she walked into Fez’s store, it was by chance. Well, not really, she had asked me where it was. But Fez could have sworn it was fate. She walked in with a black skirt that had flowers on it, a white top, and a yellow cardigan that was longer than her skirt. But what Fezco loved most was her shoes. Converse. Two different colors. One red, one white.

“Um, hello” you said shyly, approaching the guy sitting on a chair outside of the store, lighting up a joint. You knew who he was, everyone did. But you had never spoken to him. “You’re Fez, right?”

“Who’s asking?” he said, still not looking at you. That’s when he saw them. Your shoes. He slowly looked up and his blue eyes finally met yours.

You smiled nervously sticking out your hand before quickly moving it away. “Sorry, I don’t know why I did that” you muttered, embarrassed, feeling your cheeks burning.

See, the first thing you have to know about her is that she hates her entire family. And I don’t mean like those families who have regular issues but love each other in the end. No. She truly despises her family. I don’t blame her. If I was born into the Jacobs family, I’d probably hate them too. Her older brother, Aaron, was a fuck-up. She could tell her dad didn't like Aaron, didn't think he had guts or brains, or half a fucking clue. And she agreed. She didn’t like her mother either. She was weak, and a pushover. She had grown up vowing to herself that she would never let any man manipulate her as much as her father and brothers did with her mother. She was also the one that hated her Converse. Well, not only her. All of her family did for some reason. Except maybe Aaron. He didn’t give a shit about them.

“Nah, you good” he said with a smile that you missed because you were playing with the hem of your skirt. “How can I help you, love?” he asked, making you look back at him.

“Um, R-Rue said you could help me?”

“You a friend of Rue?” he asked and you nodded slightly.

“Uh, yeah, you could say that” you replied. You weren’t sure how you would describe your relationship with Rue, but you would like to say you were friends.

“What you need, ma?” he asked, making your heart flutter a little at the nickname.

“Um… just… some weed, uh, please?” you asked with a nervous smile. Fezco resisted the urge to smile at how adorable you were.

“Sure” he said, getting up. “I got you” he said, stopping at the entrance. “Come on” he nodded his head for you to follow him. And you did.

As for the rest of her family, she wasn’t sure who she hated more. Her father, or her brother Nate. They were basically the same person. She knew from a young age that Nate was her father’s favorite. Anybody could see it. She didn’t really mind that.

You saw Fez go in the back and you waited walking around the store. While you were waiting, you heard your phone buzz for about the tenth time. You pulled it out to see Nate’s name on it and quickly ignored it. But it was followed by a text. Again.

[Nate] - where the fuck are you?! you have to come home RIGHT NOW!

You rolled your eyes and put your phone away. “Fucking asshole” you muttered under your breath. You felt your eyes watering again and some tears escaped down your cheeks but you quickly wiped them away.

What she hated was the way she was always compared to Nate. And how her father never failed to remind her that he only wanted sons. So, really no matter what she did, she would never be good enough for either one of them. So she gave up a long time ago. But she hated how everyone around her was so fucking blind, thinking Nate was perfect. She always knew the reason why she and Nate didn’t get along was because she was the only one who saw through his bullshit. And Nate hated her for it. Which is what brought her here in the first place.

“That it? Do you need anything else?” Fez asked, coming over to the register and when he saw you, he noticed you were crying. “Hey, you okay?”

“Y-yeah” you said, smiling nervously again. “I’m fine” you assured him. “Could I also get a pack of cigarettes and some… um, M&M's? Please?” you asked, trying not to let your voice break.

“Sure” Fez said hesitantly, grabbing what you asked for. “So, weed, cigarettes, and M&M's” he chuckled. “Not a bad combo” he said, smiling at you.

Your heart melted along with the anger that you felt just a moment ago. “Birthday special, I guess” you chuckled sadly as you took out your wallet.

“Yo, it’s your birthday?” he asked and you nodded. “No shit! Happy birthday!”

“Thanks” you smiled. He was the first person to say happy birthday to you all day. Lexi hadn’t been at school. Kat seemed to have a fucking terrible day. Jules probably didn’t know. Rue never really remembered. And everyone else only wished Nate a happy birthday. And you had the same fucking birthday! “Um, how much do I owe you?”

“Oh, nothin’” he shrugged. “‘S on the house” he said, packing up your things.

“What?” you asked, confused as you tried to give him your money. “N-no, you don’t have to-”

“‘S cool, ma” he insisted.

“I- um… r-really?”

“Yeah. Birthday special” he winked at you.

“Thank you” you smiled.

And that was it. Fez knew that he was done for. That smile was going to be the death of him. And he would do whatever he could to see that smile again.

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The next time that Fez saw her was at Halloween. I remember because it was one of those rare times that I was sober. I know that I rarely see Fez when I’m sober, but I swear I saw his face light up when he saw her walk into the house dressed as Elvira Hancock in a teal blue satin gown, a blonde wig, one blue Converse, and one green.

“Holy shit” Fez muttered under his breath. He saw you walk in with your friends and he felt like he was going to die. You scanned the room as you lit up your cigarette and then you spotted him. Your smile got bigger and he felt his heart racing faster when he saw you make your way towards him.

“Hey, Tony” you said, happily, sitting next to him.

“No shit! Elvie!” he said excitedly, smiling back at you. Both of you being completely oblivious to Rue, Jules, Kat, and Lexi looking at you. “Lookin’ good, ma” he said, making you blush a little. It was nice to hear that as opposed to the comments you received in your house for going out dressed like this.

“Really?” you asked, making Fez frown his eyebrows in confusion at the surprised tone in your voice.

“Why would I lie?” he smiled softly at you.

“Thanks” you said, smiling back. “You look really good too” you told him. “Um, do you want one?” you asked, offering him your cigarettes.

“Sure” he said, taking one. “You all set for tonight? You need anything? Weed? Cigarettes? M&M's?” he chuckled.

“You remember” you laughed, a bit embarrassed.

Another thing about her was that people rarely remembered anything about her. Since everyone was fucking obsessed with Nate for some reason, she just kind of floated in the background. So, when someone did remember something about her, she felt a little wave of happiness pass through her. She sometimes imagined if that’s how Nate felt all the time. Even if it was something as simple as remembering that she liked M&M’s. She often wondered what it would be like if someone loved her as much as Maddy loved Nate. But, you know, in a non-toxic way.

“‘Course I remember” Fez smiled at you.

“Do you really have M&M’s on you?” you asked curiously.

“I could find some” he said, making your heart melt.

You were about to say something else when all of the sudden silence took over the room. You noticed everyone was looking at the door, so you turned too and you saw your brother walking in dressed as a prisoner and Maddy by his side dressed as Iris from Taxi Driver. You felt like the world was in slow motion. Your brother’s eyes locked with yours and a sickening grin appeared on his face as the people in the party actually started fucking chanting his name.

See, the thing is, she knew what happened between Nate and Maddy. And she knew what Nate had done to make it go away. When Nate was arrested, I swear I could see a smile on his sister’s face. And maybe even relief. But of course, her parents told her that she was fucking insane for even thinking about her brother that way. Of course, they could never believe that their perfect son would do such a thing. Like I said, she always knew the reason why Nate hated her so much was because she was the only one who saw through his bullshit. She had told him to stay away from Maddy, but of course, he didn’t listen. And he knew that if it was his word against hers, everyone would believe him.

“Hey” you were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Fez’s hand on your arm and you turned to look at him. “You good?”

“Um- y-yeah, I just… um… I have to go” you said, getting up. “Sorry, I have to go outside and meet Lexi, but I’ll see you around?” you smiled at him and he could only nod before you got out of sight.

Fez thought about going after you, but he was quickly distracted with some of his regular customers. It wasn’t until a couple of hours later that he saw you again, outside, wasted. He saw you dancing around with Rue’s other friend, Jewel. He smiled a little at how happy and carefree you looked, but it didn’t last long.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you felt someone grab your arm forcefully, turning you around and you faced your brother.

“Hi, Tate” you smiled at him before you laughed. “Oh my God, remember when we were kids and I called you Tate because I couldn’t say Nate? And then I called you Tater Tot?” you giggled.

“How fucking wasted are you?” he said, glaring at you.

“I’m just having fun, Tate” you laughed.

“Don’t call me that! You’re going home right now!”

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are!”

“Why the fuck do you care? Just go off with your little girlfriend and leave me the fuck alone” you said, taking another sip of your drink, but Nate grabbed it from you and threw it away. “Nate, what the fuck-?”

“I'm not gonna let you fucking embarrass me again, I swear to fucking God-”

“Me? I’m embarrassing you? You’re the one coming in here dressed like the fucking convict that you are!” you said, making him tighten the grip on your arm.

“At least I didn’t come here dressed like a fucking slut! You’re fucking disgusting-!”

“I’d rather be a slut than a fucking woman beater-” you didn’t get to finish your sentence because Nate pushed you, making you fall backwards into the pool. You resurfaced, feeling your makeup running down your face and your wig floating not far from you. “What the fuck, Nate?!”

Nate laughed a little before he squatted down, looking at you. “I think it’s best that you go home now that your outfit is ruined, sis” he said before standing up and walking away.

You grabbed your wig and made your way out of the pool, feeling the fucking cold wind on your back and you hugged yourself as you felt the tears starting to fall down your cheeks.

“Hey, you okay?” you heard Fez coming over to you. The last thing he saw was you dancing with Jules, and now you were soaking wet, crying.

“Um- y-yeah, I just… I have to go” you said, trying to walk away from him but he followed you.

“You need a ride?”

“I um- I don’t-” you tried, but you weren’t really sure what you wanted. “I don’t know-”

“Fuck, you’re freezing. C’mere” he said, taking off his jacket and placing it around your shoulders.

At that moment, she could have sworn that the world froze. She wasn’t used to people caring about her. She had friends and she assumed that her family would at least care if she ended up dead somewhere. Maybe her mom at least. But nobody had ever really taken care of her. Or at least not without an ulterior motive. People weren’t usually nice to her if it wasn’t because they wanted to get close to Nate mostly. But right here, right now, Fez was just being nice. Just because he saw she was cold and he tried to help. When she saw the concern in his deep blue eyes, she could have sworn, that it was the closest thing to love she had ever experienced.

“I’m okay” you said with a small smile.

“You sure?”

“Yeah” you nodded.

“Hey” you turned around and saw Lexi calling your name and walking over to you. “What happened to you?”

“Um, n-nothing, I just… tripped and fell into the pool” you said, laughing.

“Shit, do you wanna go?” she asked, concerned.

“Yeah, I think maybe we should go” you said, looking back to where Nate was drinking with Maddy, still glaring at you.

“Okay, let me just go tell Cassie, alright?” she said, and you nodded before she walked away.

“You two need a ride?” Fez asked again.

“Nah, we’re good” you assured him. “Lexi drove and I’m spending the night at her place so…” you said and he nodded. “Thank you… for helping me” you said.

“No problem, ma” he smiled. You saw Lexi signaling you that it was time to go and you sighed. You would have loved to stay and spend more time with Fez, but you knew you had to leave now.

“Um, I have to go” you said, removing his jacket from your shoulders and handing it to him. “Thanks again, Fez” you smiled at him.

“See you around” he said, taking it. You started making your way over to Lexi when he called you back. “Yo, hold on!” you turned around and saw that he walked over to you. “Um, here” he said, grabbing a bag of M&M’s from the pocket in his jacket and handing it to you. His smile got wider when he saw the joyful look on your face.

“No shit! You actually had M&M’s on you?” you asked, excitedly.

“I told you I could find some” he said.

“Oh, Uh- I don’t have any…” you said, showing up your damped, destroyed bag. “Sorry-”

“Don’t sweat it, ma” he laughed. “‘S on the house.”

“You know, if you keep giving me stuff for free I’m gonna get used to it and you’re going to end up going broke” you chuckled.

“Spousal discount, baby” he winked at you.

“Don’t call me ‘baby’! I’m not your baby” you arched your eyebrow at him smirking, making him laugh. “See you around, Tony.”

“See you around… Elvie.”

And then, Fez knew. Her smile was the closest thing to love he had ever felt.

To Be Continued

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[Ch.2]

A/N: ahhh xD please let me know what you think! I have more Fez imagines to come :) 

[bajablastwrites]

Mom said it’s my turn on the psychic powers!

Saiki x fem! Reader

Summary: You and Kusuo accidentally swapped bodies, it might be his fault…

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Ok so you guys swapped bodies, meaning that your consciousness were the things that were swapped. So the body and brain remained the same— so if you have any disorders like ADHD, Tourettes, depression and all that fun stuff saiki’s the one that’s gonna be stuck with those while you’re stuck with his powers. You both hate it :)

Once you both (mainly you) accepted that this is a thing that’s actually happening, you told Kusuo your daily routine and he taught you how to control his powers— which wasn’t much help because some of his powers are sorta tied so his emotions and man’s basically said “just don’t feel emotions.” But for things like teleportation, clairvoyance and all those basic powers he taught you how to manage them so that you won’t accidentally activate them in front of people. It was weird for him to see his body be so expressive and lively when you got his basic powers down.

He also gave you his ring to put on to block out peoples thoughts because damn bitch you live like this? You also hated the x-ray vision for obvious reasons.

Kusuo was a little too happy to be in your body at first because you’re what he calls a “normal” person— or close to normal as you can get because you don’t have powers. He can’t hear people’s thoughts, he can look at things without his x-rat vision seeing through them, it was a dream come true. Until it wasn’t. He didn’t realize how much he relied on his powered until he didn’t have them anymore and suddenly liked it even less.

You guys had to pretend to be each other at school and boy were you and saiki struggling— it was more so saiki than you. You didn’t have too much of a problem since saiki kinda just sits there and lets his friends talk amongst themselves, but it was so hard having to stop yourself from cracking jokes, showing emotions and all that stuff. Saiki was struggling a lot more because you’re more talkative and outgoing than him so having to keep a friend group (you still hang out with saiki’s friends but this is your personal friend group) entertain by playing off each others jokes was something he just wasn’t good at and your friend group 100% noticed you weren’t being “yourself” and Saiki was ready to have a panic attack and called out to you via telepathy to have you help him. So you spent a lot of your time with your head down or in the bathroom using clairvoyance to help the man function socially.

It was mostly you shouting at saiki via telepathy because he was giving you second hand embarrassment trying to act like you. A lot of “I don’t sound/talk like that!!”

Also your body gave him those random sharp chest pains with the occasional back or body pain to go along with it too. He thought he was dying for a minute and told you about it, then he comes to find out that this is just a regular occurrence for you and just looked at you wondering how the fuck you live like this.

“Help me, I don’t know why my chest hurts when I breath.” He clenched your body’s chest as he tried to figure out what was going on. You forgot suddenly remembered your body does that sometimes and you completely forgot to tell Kusuo to expect those, so it’s no wonder he sounded borderline concerned“Hm? Oh! Yeah just take shallow breaths and wait until it goes away, then you’ll be able to breath normally.” You casually responded as you put your head down to use his clairvoyance to see where he is. Kusuo was dumbfounded at this revelation of information. “……that- that’s not normal. Neither is having back pain or any sort of joint pain at this age. What are you doing to your body?” Now he’s concerned, he can’t wait to go back to his actual body. How do you live like this?“Don’t tell me what is and what isn’t normal, you’re practically a god.” You nagged. “Which is why it should be even more concerning if it’s coming from me.” Kusuo said as he felt the chest pain start to fade and he was about to take a deep breath properly.

We don’t talk about using the bathroom. It was awkward for both of you let’s just say that. Saiki thought he would be indifferent to using the restroom in your body but it hits different when you don’t see people as mussel and fat. You coming to the realization that you’re going to have to touch Kusuo to fucking aim at the urinal. Not the most ideal situation to be in. It was terrible for the both of you.

You were ready to call Kusuke to help you guys go back to your original bodies but Kusuo argued with you about it, not wanting to get his brother involved, so you both came to the agreement that if neither of you could go back to your bodies by the end of the day that you’ll call Kusuke. You wanted to go back to your original body because cuddling your own body in Kusuo’s body throws you off and makes you feel weird— he also agrees with that as well.

Thankfully you guys didn’t have to call Kusuke because you ended up going back to your original bodies and the first order of business was to cuddle up to saiki.

He noticed that his friend group wasn’t following you around the entire time you were in his body and asked about it but you never told him how you got them to back off. Did he take the germanium ring off to find out? No. Kusuo’s kinda dumb when it comes to using common sense. You can’t say no because it’s true. So it went from you and him bickering to just saying “yes” and “no”. It’s great.

“How’d you get them to leave me— you alone.” Kusuo turned to you as he watched you idly check your phone, looking for nothing in particular. “Don’t worry about it, Ku!”you said and tried to walk faster to school to avoid telling him. Kusuo noticed and grabbed your arm to keep you from running away from him “Tell me now.” He demanded, he needed to know what you said. His “friends” never leave him be, so what did you say! “It’s a secret~” you said in a fake whisper tone. “tell me.” He demanded. “No. No I don’t think I will.” You said as you walked in front of him to the entrance of the school. “Yes.” He said following right behind you. You decided to see how long this banter would go on so you hit him with that “No.” and head into class after changing your shoes. “Yes.” Kusuo said, still following you. His curiosity to know slowly growing the more you refused to tell him.

The next day he found out that you just told them you had a killer headache when his friends asked if he was feeling better. Man’s thought you found a way to use his powers to get them to leave his body alone or something, nope. All you had to say was that your head hurt and they fucked off and he was oddly mad about it??? Like that’s it? You just told them you had a bad headache, seriously?? That’s it????

Btw your friend group made fun of you the next day when you were back in your body. Saiki just watched and had a faint smile on his face as you screeched at him via telepathy about how you’re now facing the consequences of his actions. Also he remembered the conversation you guys had when you first swapped bodies and was going to come up with a way to get back at you for it, but your friends mocking and embarrassing you with the things Kusuo said was punishment enough. So you escaped the hands of your sadist boyfriend, but at what cost😔

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changes (best friend!harry)

Warnings: language, nsfw content, drugs (marijuana) and alcohol

Pairing: best friend!Harry x reader

Word Count: 17k (holy shit)

A/N: So this started as two requests I had in my inbox that I got way too into and then it became this. this may be the longest stand-alone fic I’ve ever written, and it, like watermelon sugar, is dedicated to touching!!!! I spent so long on this so as always. feedback is appreciated. and if you like it, please reblog it!!! reblogging is the best way to show fic writers your appreciation <3

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Unless she’s reminded otherwise, Y/N always thinks of herself as a teenager.

This, of course, isn’t true. She turned twenty-six a month ago, works as a media producer for an online clothing company, and lives alone in a one bedroom apartment in London.  However, unless she physically has something in front of her to remind her of her real age and the passing of time, Y/N disregards this information.

Usually, the reminder is a bill in the mail, or a phone call to remind her that she needs to book an appointment with her doctor.  Usually, the reminder is an ache in her back, her glasses prescription getting worse, or realizing that she has no idea what her teenage cousins are talking about when she sees them at Christmas.  Usually, the reminder is enough to give her pause, but not enough to throw her for a loop.

This time, however, the reminder is her childhood best friend naked in her bathroom.

Y/N and Harry had been friends since they were in primary school, after Y/N had moved to London with her mother.  Their new house just happened to be next to Harry’s, and Anne and Y/N’s mother had quickly hit it off.  Anne had been quick to volunteer her son to be Y/N’s tour guide at school, and despite not being enthusiastic about each other in the beginning, the two began to grow closer by the end of Y/N’s first week there.  Within a month, the two were inseparable, and that didn’t change as they entered their teen years, started secondary school, and Harry left London to become a member of the most famous boyband in the world.  Just typical teen things.

However, despite their distance, Y/N and Harry had remained as close as ever.  They constantly texted, called, and video chatted with each other, and Y/N even joined Harry on tour a few times (with permission from her mother).  Although both of them had been worried when Harry left, their worries and fears never came to fruition.  Just as they balanced each other in personality, they balanced each other in lifestyle—when Y/N needed a break from high school and university, Harry brought her to shows, award ceremonies, and parties, and when Harry felt like his fame was overwhelming, Y/N sent him reminders of home, hosted countless movie nights for him, and told him story after story of university life.

They were so perfectly matched that, when they were younger, many people—and tabloids—suspected that they were dating.  Even their mothers had asked them, on occasion, if one of them had any interest in the other.  However, their answers were always the same.  Y/N and Harry were best friends, and nothing more.  Sure, they were touchy, affectionate, called each other pet names, and had even kissed on a few occasions during truth or dare at parties, but none of it actually meant anything.  Y/N had watched Harry grow from a cute kid to an awkward teen to a self-assured man, and her feelings for him had never changed, and an attraction to him had never developed.

Until now.

Harry’s facing away from her, his towel in his hand as he dries his chest.  His entire body glistens with water from the shower.  Y/N can’t stop herself from letting her eyes canvas over every inch of his smooth arms, toned back, down lower to his—

Her breath catches in her throat.  Yeah. His ass is toned, too, she thinks to herself, and only has another moment to think that she shouldn’t be looking before Harry glances over his shoulder, alarmed by the small sound she had made.

“Y/N—” His eyes widen a bit, but he doesn’t make an effort to cover himself with his towel very quickly.

Her eyes automatically follow his movement for a moment before she realizes what she’s about to see. “Sorry!” Y/N turns around quickly, her face heated. “Sorry, I—the door was unlocked, I didn’t realize you were—”

“It’s fine.” Harry fixes his towel around his waist. “Don’t worry about—”

Y/N leaves the bathroom before he can finish his sentence, walking to her bedroom quickly and shutting the door tightly behind her.

Harry, it seems, is today’s reminder that she’s no longer a teenager, because his body is that of a man.

It’s not like you haven’t seen him shirtless before, she tells herself, walking to her dresser to pick out a change of clothes.  Y/N’s seen him half naked countless times.  The whole world has seen Harry half naked countless times.  But she’s never seen him like that.

When did Harry grow up? Somehow, between movie nights and pool parties and going away to school, Y/N had failed to notice that her childhood best friend is no longer a child.  Harry had grown into his features, developed muscles in his arms and chest, tattooed designs all over his skin, and had become an incredibly attractive adult without her noticing.

Y/N pulls her pajamas off quickly, stopping to glance at herself in her full length mirror.  She, like Harry, is also no longer a child. She had grown into her features like he had, had gotten a few tattoos, made her share of mistakes, and became an adult the same way he did.  Neither her nor Harry’s growth had happened overnight.

As she runs her hand between her chest, down her stomach, brushing her hip, Y/N can’t help but wonder: has Harry noticed that they’ve grown up?  Does he still look at her and see the shy little girl, the developing teenager, or does he look at her and see a grown woman?  Is she the only one who’s been late to the party?

Y/N feels a flutter in the pit of her stomach.  Is it possible that, at some point, Harry looked at her and had the same realization that she had a moment ago?  That not only had she grown into a woman, but that she had grown into an attractive woman?

The sound of the bathroom door opening distracts Y/N from her thoughts, and she hurries to finish getting dressed.  Her shirt, she finds when she pulls it on, smells a bit like Harry’s cologne, as she had set it on the side of the bed that he slept on the night before.  She likes it more than she should.

After she’s dressed, she debates just staying in her bedroom to avoid facing Harry again for a bit longer. However, she can hear him working her coffee maker in the kitchen, and knows she can’t hide in her bedroom like a child.  She isn’t a child.

Neither is he, she thinks to herself as she touches her bedroom doorknob. Which is the problem.

Still, Y/N shakes herself from her thoughts and walks out to her kitchen.

Harry, now dressed in wide leg jeans and a plain white t-shirt, is leaning against her kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in his hand.  His hair is still wet from his shower, but other than that, he looks normal. Completely normal.

And yet, Y/N can’t manage to meet his eyes.

“Good morning.” Harry’s voice is low, a bit of amusement in it as he notices her demeanor. “How did you sleep?”

“Fine.” Y/N hates how tight her voice is as she grabs a mug from the kitchen cabinet. “I slept fine. Did you?”

Harry nods, his eyes still tracing her every move as her own eyes avoid him. “I did.  Woke up a bit early, though.  Thought I’d shower before brunch.”

Right.  Brunch.  They’re having brunch that day with a few old friends, at a place just down the street from Y/N’s apartment, which is why Harry had stayed over the night before.  Y/N was going to have to act normal around their other friends, which means she can’t avoid looking at him for much longer.

“I’m sorry.” She says as she pours a cup of coffee. “I am, I—I should’ve knocked.  I forgot you slept over, and—”

“It’s fine, Y/N.  I should’ve locked the door.” Harry says easily, the corner of his lips tugging up. “It’s not a big deal.  Besides, it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”

At that comment, Y/N pauses. “Except…I haven’t seen you naked before?”

Harry shakes his head adamantly. “No.  You have. There’s no way we’ve been friends for almost twenty years, and you haven’t.”

“Harry, believe me. I’ve seen you in a lot of weird positions over the years, but I’ve never seen you completely nude.” Y/N feels her regular ease with him begin to return, just a little bit. “I would remember that.”

“Would you?” Harry cocks an eyebrow, his coffee cup half raised to his lips.

The bit of ease that returned disappears immediately. “I—” Y/N’s cheeks heat up again. “Shut up, you know what I meant.”

Harry tries to hide his laugh behind his coffee, but fails. “I’m just teasing you, love.  It’s fine, promise.  I don’t mind that you saw.  I’m very comfortable in my body.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Too comfortable, I think.”

“Is there such a thing as being too comfortable in your body?” Harry asks in a teasing voice, crossing his arms.

“When your best friend walks in on you naked and you don’t bother to cover yourself?” Despite the blush on her cheeks, Y/N manages to laugh. “Yes.  There is.”

“I don’t know…” Harry finishes his coffee and sets the mug in the kitchen sink. “It sounds like there’s issues with your comfort, not mine.”

Before Y/N can form a reply, Harry shoots her a smirk and walks out of the kitchen.

For the rest of the day, Y/N does her best not to think about that morning’s awkward encounter. Brunch with her friends is normal, and she just lets herself enjoy having Harry home, and catching up with everyone.  The afternoon also passes in an unremarkable way, as does that night.  Over the next few days, however, things begin to change.

Within two weeks, the atmosphere of the country has shifted.  There’s a virus that’s highly contagious and can be fatal, Y/N’s work tells her to work from home, and soon the entire country is being told to stay home to avoid catching Coronavirus.

And then Harry texts her two days later, without any warning or leeway for her to disagree.

I’m on the last flight back to London.  Pack a bag and bring some groceries to my place, so we can isolate together.  You’ll go crazy alone in your flat.

Y/N tries to reply that it’s not necessary, but her message doesn’t go through.  Harry’s already on the plane.  So she does what he says, and packs a bag of clothes, her work bag, some alcohol, and her favourite snacks, and drives over to his house.

Letting herself in with her key, Y/N begins to bring the house back to life.  She lights Harry’s candles and orders some dinner, as well as groceries for the next couple weeks.  She makes sure she gets his favourite foods, and the weird snacks that only he likes.  She calls her mum to tell her she’ll be with Harry, and Anne, to tell her the same thing. And then she waits.

When Harry finally walks through the front door, he looks more like the tired seventeen year old on his first tour than the grown man she had seen a few weeks ago.  The bags under his eyes are evidence of his jetlag and stress, his jacket is rumpled from the plane, his hair just as messy, and he looks like he could collapse the second the door closes behind him.

“H.” Y/N walks towards him and gives him a tight hug.  One hand goes to his back and the other to his hair, playing with it as she always does. “Are you alright?”

“Long flight.” Harry mutters in reply, eyes closed as he holds her tight. “Everyone’s going insane in the States.  I’m lucky I got a flight back to London.”

“Why did you?” Y/N pulls back, brushing his messy hair from his eyes. “You could’ve stayed in LA.”

“Yeah, but…” Harry shrugs a bit. “I knew you’d be alone.  And I wanted to be with you.”

Y/N can’t help the soft smile that creeps onto her face. “C’mon.  I have dinner ready.”

Harry barely makes it through dinner with his eyes open, but still insists on watching a movie after. Y/N tries to tell him that he should just go to sleep, but he won’t hear it.

“We can watch it in my bed, like we used to when we were little.” Harry gives her his best puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

Y/N shoves his shoulder. “You’re twenty-six.  Stop pouting to get what you want.”

“I’ll stop pouting when it stops working.”

Y/N laughs in spite of herself. “Fine, but shower first.  You smell like a plane.”

Of course, as predicted, Harry starts to drift to sleep within the first half hour of the movie. He slips down in the bed more and more, until his head is in Y/N’s lap completely.  Out of habit, Y/N begins to play with his damp curls, running her fingers through them at a steady pace as she watches the movie.

Harry’s breathing begins to even out as she does, and Y/N begins to pay more attention to him than the TV.  When they spend the night with each other, Y/N always falls asleep first.  It’s rare she gets to see him completely relaxed.

As much as she loves his green eyes, his eyelashes may be a close second.  They’re so long and dark that they almost make Y/N jealous.  And his cheeks…she brings one hand up to gently touch them.  They’re stubbled from his long day of travel, but the skin underneath feels soft. Despite having lost his baby fat years ago, there’s still a layer of tenderness in his body.

Y/N is so distracted by him that she doesn’t realize that she’s stopped playing with his hair, not until Harry speaks up.

“Why’d you stop?” His voice is groggy with exhaustion, lower, with a thicker accent.  His words slur together as well

“Hm?” Y/N hums in her throat in response. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Not really.” Harry’s eyes stay closed as he shifts his position a bit. “Will you play with my hair a bit longer?  Feels nice.”

The movie credits roll in the background as Y/N does what he says.  Harry sighs contently, relaxing back into her again.

Y/N turns the TV off, so the only light in the room comes from the moon through the open curtains. It shines over half of Harry’s face, catching the ends of his eyelashes.  Somehow, the moonlight makes his cheeks and lips even more pink.  

“You’re really pretty, y’know that?” Y/N says it absentmindedly, her fingers still combing through Harry’s curls.

“Thanks.” He has just enough energy to mumble a response. “’M, not as pretty as you, though.”

Y/N’s stomach flutters when he says it, so quiet that she’s not even certain she heard him correctly. “Liar.”

“’S true.” Harry’s reply is even less audible than before. “So pretty.”

If Harry was awake and more present in the conversation, Y/N might tease him.  She might try to make him blush, or roll his eyes, or laugh. Maybe, just maybe, she’d even ask him to elaborate, just enough that she could figure out what the fluttering in her stomach means.

But Harry is hardly awake right now.  And it wouldn’t be fair.

“Go to sleep, H,” is all Y/N says, shifting to lay down a bit more without pausing the movement of her fingers.

…

It takes Harry a few days to readjust to London time.  While Y/N spends her weekdays working from the kitchen table, Harry naps and fiddles with his guitar and journal.  While she can tell he’s working on something, Y/N can also tell that he’s not making much process.

A week after coming back from LA, Harry half stomps into the kitchen during the afternoon, frustration clear on his face as he opens the fridge and grabs an apple.  He bites into it angrily and leans against the counter, the irritation still on his face.

Y/N glances at him from behind her laptop. “Everything alright?”

Harry gives half a shrug. “Trying to write.”

“And how’s that going?”

“Fucking sucks.” Harry takes another bite of the apple. “I thought I’d feel more inspired, being at home and not having deadlines, but I can’t get anything out.  Not anything good, anyways.”

“I know the feeling.” Y/N sighs as she closes her laptop. “There’s been a huge surge in online orders, and my boss wants me to create more promo material, but it’s hard to focus on anything right now.”

Harry nods and glances out the window. “Doesn’t help that it’s a beautiful day, but we can’t go out.”

“We can go out.  We just can’t leave the property.” Y/N replies. “You have a giant backyard.  Why don’t you use it?”

“Yeah.  Maybe I’ll go for a swim.” Harry takes another bite of his apple. “You want to come?”

Y/N laughs a bit. “Unlike you, H, I have a real nine to five job.  I’m on the clock for another two hours.”

“After, then.” Harry tosses his apple core in the compost and gives her a grin. “I hope you packed that yellow bikini.”

Y/N crumples a piece of scrap paper in her hand and throws it at him. “Piss off.”

Y/N did, in fact, pack her yellow bikini.  However, when she’s changing from her clothes into a swimsuit, she chooses her blue bikini instead, just to have a bit of agency.  Every instinct in her is telling her to wear what Harry said to, and it’s a little concerning.  She’s never cared about dressing for him before, and she isn’t prepared to start.

Despite the different colour, Harry still grins from the edge of the pool when he sees her walk out. “Look at you.  Should’ve put you in the Watermelon Sugar music video.”

“Shut up.” Y/N sits on the edge of the pool, dangling her lets in the water.  Harry rests his head on his arms, his cheeky grin still on his face as he looks up at her.

“I’m serious.” He says innocently. “It was a fun day.  You really would’ve liked it.”

“Of course you thought it was fun; you had a bunch of beautiful girls fawning over you and feeding you fruit.” Y/N rolls her eyes from behind her sunglasses. “You’re such a narcissist.”

“All musicians are narcissists, love.  At least, the best ones are.” Harry’s grin grows as he pushes away from the ledge. “Are you going to just sit there and look pretty, or are you actually going to swim?”

“I’m going to tan.” Y/N leans her head back, enjoying the feeling of the warm sun.

Harry shakes his head. “No, sorry.  The pool is for swimming only.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

In hindsight, Y/N should’ve known what Harry was about to do.  She’s been friends with him long enough that she knows how his brain works. However, Y/N is enjoying the sun so much that she lets her guard down for one moment, and that one moment is all Harry needs.

She feels his hands grip her legs, and before she can stop him, he pulls her into the pool.  Her entire body submerges, and when she finally rises, gasping for air, the only thing she can hear is Harry’s snickering.

“You’re such an ass!” Y/N hits his shoulder hard, not caring about leaving a mark on him. “That’s not funny!”

“The pool is for swimming only.  I told you.” Harry can’t stop laughing long enough to make it through his sentence clearly. “Them’s the rules.”

“Them’s the rules.” Y/N repeats in a mocking voice, hitting him one more time. “You’re the worst.”

“Maybe, but you’re stuck with me.” Harry runs a hand through his wet hair. “At least until quarantine is done.”

“I should’ve stayed alone in my apartment.” Y/N mutters, tossing her wet sunglasses on the pool ledge. “Would’ve been so much more peaceful.”

“And boring.” Harry points out. “And you wouldn’t get to take relaxing swims like this!”

“Right.  Relaxing.” Y/N splashes him playfully. “Jerk.”

Harry just grins at you.

…

“Want one?”

Y/N glances at Harry as he packs loose marijuana into a wrapper, concentration clear on his face as he rolls it.

“You learn how to roll those in LA?” Y/N asks, taking a sip of her wine.

Harry chuckles lightly, his skin illuminated by the fire burning in front of them and the moon above them. “Yeah.  I’m not very good, though.  Usually I have somebody else to roll them for me.”

“So high maintenance.”

Another low laugh rolls out of Harry’s mouth. “Ha.  High maintenance.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, but an endearing smile is on her face. “It’s still illegal in the U.K., you know.”

“I doubt the police are going to break social distancing rules to arrest me for it.” Harry’s tongue pokes out of his mouth as he tries his best to roll the joint tightly.

Y/N watches as Harry brings the wrapper to his mouth, licking it lightly.  To her dismay, her attraction to Harry had yet to fade, and spending every moment of the day together wasn’t helping.

“I’m not an eighteen year old girl on your tour bus anymore, Harry.” Y/N raises her wine glass. “I drink red wine now.  I’m sophisticated.”

Harry snorts, his eyes flickering to her before looking back down at the joint. “Sophisticated, right. Like you didn’t do body shots off the bartender at your birthday party this year.”

Y/N’s cheeks burn. “Birthdays don’t count.”

“Neither did tour buses, and neither does my backyard in the middle of a pandemic.” Harry seals the joint as best he can. “You may have a fancy job now, but you’re still my Y/N.”

His Y/N.  That phrase ignites the now familiar flutter in her stomach and, over the last few days, her core.  Something about Harry identifying her as his drives Y/N insane, even if it’s nothing new.

“And what exactly does your Y/N do?” She manages to say after a moment.

“She doesn’t take shit from anyone.  She gets drunk fast and high faster.  She’s always down for a laugh.  And, although she won’t admit it, she has a tendency to make bad decisions that she tries to suppress, but can’t always manage to do so.” Harry sparks his lighter and sticks the joint between his lips, lighting it and puffing it quickly.

“Then you should know that your Y/N can’t have a joint of her own.” Y/N steals the joint from Harry’s lips, taking a few puffs of her own from it before handing it back.

The smoke curls in her lungs, forcing a few coughs from her.

“Alright?” Harry asks, concern in his eyes.

Y/N nods, her hand pressed to her chest like she can stop the burn. “Yeah.  Just haven’t done that in a while.”

“You always cough so much. It would be cute if it wasn’t so bloody concerning.” Harry says casually, lifting the joint to his lips and inhaling.

Y/N watches as he exhales smoke slowly.  She wonders if she looks as attractive as he does when she blows out smoke.

Harry grins at her with just the corner of his mouth, like there’s a secret tugging at the edge of his lips.

Y/N really doubts it.

“Here.” Harry places the joint between her lips. “Inhale slowly.”

Y/N does as he says, doing her best to keep from coughing until the joint and his hand is away from her face.  Her eyes burn a bit, both from the smoke and the oncoming high that’s starting to twist through her body.

“That’s a good girl.” Harry praises her before leaning back, placing the joint back between his own lips. “You’ve gotten better at that.  Thought you were going to pass out the first time we smoked, remember?”

“I remember I almost did.” Y/N giggles to herself as she settles down into the couch more. “I coughed so much that I thought I was going to die on that tour bus.”

“Niall was certain you had.” Harry laughs too, and Y/N known they’re both playing back the same memory. “Wasn’t quite sure how we were going to explain that one to Paul.  Neither was I, honestly.”

“You don’t give me enough credit.” Despite the feeling coming over her, YN still takes another sip of her wine. “I was fine.”

Harry nods as he finishes the joint, setting the butt down into his ash tray. “Still…we had some fun nights on the bus when you were there.”

“That was a fun summer.” Y/N agrees, her eyes fixed on the fire before them. “Lots of good memories.”

As Y/N watches the fire, Harry watches her.  He lets another moment or two pass before speaking again.

“When you were on tour with us that summer…” He rubs his lips absentmindedly. “You and Niall.  Did you two ever…?”

“What?  Fuck?” The weed and the alcohol take away the careful tone of Y/N’s regular speech, leaving honesty and bluntness behind.

Harry laughs once. “I was going to say date, but yeah.  I guess so.”

“We didn’t date. We fooled around a few times.” Y/N shrugs, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “He was fun.  But we both knew it wasn’t anything serious, just something to do while I was on tour with you.”

Harry nods a bit, reaching for his own drink and taking a sip.  Y/N watches the movement with heavy lidded eyes.  His arm muscles flex underneath his tattooed skin when he moves, and the way his fingers wrap around his glass is fascinating to her.

“I figured he would have told you.” Y/N pulls her sweater around her tighter.  Now that the sun has set completely, a chill has appeared. “You guys always talked about girls together.”

“No, he didn’t tell me. And I didn’t ask.” Harry keeps his glass in his hand, looking down at it with an unreadable expression. “I thought you might tell me, but you didn’t, either.”

The substances in Y/N’s system are clouding her mind, but she does her best to focus on Harry’s words. As a way to ground herself, she pulls her sweater away from her body, hoping that the cold air will help.

“I’m sorry.” She says slowly, like it takes all her effort to get the words out. “I didn’t mean to…hurt your feelings.”

“You didn’t.”

“Oh.” Confusion fogs Y/N’s mind. “Then…why is it bothering you?”

“It’s not bothering me.” Harry denies, finishing off his drink. “I was just wondering why.  You usually tell me everything.  You always have.”

Y/N bites her lip. “I don’t tell you about every person I sleep with.”

Harry hums low in the back of his throat, but offers no other response.

After a few minutes, Y/N stands up. “I think I’m going to head to bed.”

Twisting his empty glass around in his hands, Harry nods. “Alright.  I’ll be up in a little bit.”

“You know, you have a guest room.” Y/N pauses, fiddling with the bottom of her sweater.  Her skin feels unsettled, and the fabric against it isn’t helping. “I should probably start using it.  Social distancing, and all that.”

Harry looks up at her, a stubborn look reflecting in his eyes. “No.  I sleep better with you beside me.”

When Harry finally comes up to bed an hour later, Y/N is still awake, eyes closed, with her back away from the door and head toward the wall.  She doesn’t turn over when she hears the door creak open, and instead just listens to the rustling sounds of Harry changing, going to the bathroom, washing his hands, and returning to the bedroom.

Y/N feels his weight on the bed, but doesn’t hear him slide in next to her.  Instead, she does her best to stay completely relaxed when she feels his fingers brush against her hairline, pushing back a few loose strands.

Staying completely relaxed, it turns out, is easier thought than done.  The moment Harry touches her, Y/N feels the nerves in her face burst to life. It’s like electricity, like nothing she’s ever felt before from any previous touches from Harry.  Behind her closed eyes, Y/N feels her head spinning, but she’s certain it must be the weed and the alcohol in her system.

Finally, the sheets are pulled back, and Harry gets under the covers.  He pulls Y/N back against him, and Y/N can feel the hot skin of his chest pressed against her shoulders.  Harry takes a moment to adjust before sighing, almost in content, and then he presses a gentle kiss to the back of her shoulder.

The tender action leaves Y/N speechless.  The action itself isn’t new; they had always been very physically affectionate with each other.  But there’s something about the moment that Y/N can’t quite place a finger on. Perhaps she would be able to if she was sober, or less tired, but with her brain in its current state, the words she needs are lost, and she’s certain she won’t remember the feeling in the morning.

Harry inhales deeply, his nose buried in her hair, and sighs again.  Y/N can feel him relaxing back against her, but his arms stay wrapped around her tightly.  It’s a comforting embrace, and makes it easy for Y/N’s mind to finally quiet and drift off.

…

“You’re still working?”

Y/N looks up from her laptop to see Harry standing above her, sweaty from his workout.  His hair is tied up in a little ponytail on top of his head, and he has a towel wrapped around his shoulders that he uses to wipe sweat from his face.  His body is literally glistening in the sunlight, and Y/N suddenly finds it very hard to focus on her work.

“I am.” She says finally, closing the lid of her laptop and stretching out on the beach chair. “Or I was. I’m done for today.”

“Good.” Harry sits down on the chair next to her. “I’m going to have a shower, but I was thinking we should try baking something later.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because I want cupcakes, and homemade are way better than store bought.” Harry says easily, stealing Y/N’s water and taking a gulp from it.

Y/N watches his throat move as he swallows the water, how his Adam’s apple bobs, how he licks his lips when he finally pulls the glass away from his mouth.

Y/N’s own mouth suddenly feels very dry.

“Alright, yeah.” Y/N nods weakly. “We can bake something later.  It’ll be fun.”

…

“It’ll be fun.” Y/N shakes her head in disbelief. “God, I can’t believe I said that.”

“It was fun!” Harry argues, holding up a red velvet cupcake. “And we did it!”

“And we made a mess.” Y/N gestures to the kitchen around them, which looks like a warzone.  Flour, powdered sugar, and cocoa powder cover every counter surface.  There are broken eggshells on the counter, splatters of batter everywhere, and both Y/N and Harry have dyed red hands from food colouring.

“It could be worse.” Harry shrugs, clearly untroubled. “C’mon.  Try a cupcake.”

Y/N reaches for one, but Harry simply lifts the one in his hand to her mouth.  She locks eyes with him as she takes a bite, the icing smearing across her top lip.

Y/N chews slowly and swallows hard. “Yeah.  They’re good.”

Harry extends a hand, and his finger runs along her lip, collecting the icing.  He pops it into his mouth, sucking for a moment before humming in agreement. “Yeah.  Sweet.”

The cupcakes, it turns out, pair well with watermelon cocktails, and soon Y/N and Harry are sitting on the couch, takeout and cupcakes in front of them and drinks in their hands as they giggle and talk.  They’re intoxicated, but not just from the alcohol in the strong drinks that Harry makes.

“Honestly, working from home isn’t ideal, but it’s not that bad.” Y/N pops a bite of food into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “Definitely not the worst part of quarantine.”

“Yeah?” Harry leans back on the couch. “What’s the worst part?”

Y/N shrugs. “It sucks being away from people, cooped up inside.”

Harry nods, but his face looks wistful. “I miss sex.”

Y/N laughs, but she nods in agreement as well. “Fuck, I know.  I miss sex so much.”

“It’s nice, you know? A good way to burn some energy…always sleep so well after…” Harry sighs, taking a sip of his drink between his phrases. “I feel like I’m back on a tour bus again, with no one around but my hand.”

A giggle escapes Y/N’s mouth. “How tragic.” She also takes a sip of her drink, and tries to stop herself from making a face.  Harry really does make them strong. “I just miss touching.  I haven’t been this touch starved since I was seventeen.”

Harry makes a scoffing noise in the back of his throat. “We touch.”

“That’s different.” Y/N finishes her drink. “That’s friendly touching.  It’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean, then?” Harry challenges her, a glint in his eyes that Y/N’s come to recognize as a sign of trouble.

She refuses to take the bait. “You know what I meant.”

“I don’t.” Harry says it innocently, and he reaches forward to take her glass from her. “How about I get us some refills while you think of how to say it?”

Y/N lets him take the glass (she loves his drinks, despite how strong they are), but shakes her head. “Stop being an ass.  You know exactly what I meant.”

A low laugh rolls out of Harry as he walks to the built-in bar he has in the lounge.  He begins to recreate the drinks, muddling this, adding a splash of that.  If Harry wasn’t already a rock star, she’d suggest he become a mixologist.

“Maybe I do know what you meant.” Harry shakes the cocktail shaker with ease before straining the liquid out over their glasses, which he’s filled with fresh ice. “But I want to hear you say it.”

Y/N runs a hand through her hair.  She feels warm from the alcohol, and the lit candles around them aren’t helping.  The food and cupcakes sit on the table, all but forgotten in their new conversation. “Say what?”

Harry’s lips pull up in a smirk, but his eyes show something else.  He walks back over and hands her the drink before taking a seat next to her again. “The kind of touching you miss.”

Their fingers touch as Y/N takes the glass from him, and suddenly the warmth of the room feels ten times hotter. “You want me to say it?”

Harry lifts his glass to his lips, but keeps his eyes on her. “I do.”

“I…” Y/N takes a sip of the drink (which is stronger than the one before) and then presses the cold glass to her cheek. “I miss touching.  Intimate touching.  And…being touched intimately.”  

Harry inhales deeply, stretching out his shoulders before responding. “Yeah.  I miss that too.  Holding hands, touching someone’s stomach, chest, legs…having them play with my hair…”

“I play with your hair.” Y/N says defensively, a crease appearing between her eyebrows.

Harry laughs once. “Right, but like you said…that’s different.”

Y/N clears her throat. “Right.”

Harry takes a long sip from his drink. “’S still nice, though.” Harry adds after a moment, licking his lips. “I love when you play with my hair.  You know that.”

Nodding softly, Y/N begins to trail a finger over the rim of her glass.  Whenever she begins to get tipsy, she begins to fidget more, and feel freer in her actions.  And when Y/N glances back at Harry, she can tell he recognizes the sign as well.

“What about you?” He asks, bringing her back from her thoughts. “What do you miss having people do?”

Y/N drinks again, pulling her knees to her chest as she leans against the couch’s armrest. “I miss…having my hair played with, too.  That’s always nice.  I miss having my fingers played with…neck kisses…I like when people, like, rub my arms or thighs, just absentmindedly…” She leans her head against her arm. “Your turn.”

“My turn?” Harry rubs his nose lightly, and Y/N can tell he’s feeling the alcohol, too. “What’s my turn?”

“Tell me what else you like.” Y/N smiles softly, a small laugh just barely bubbling out from her. “We’ve never actually talked about it, H.  Isn’t that strange?”

Harry turns to face her more, pausing to think for a moment. “I suppose we’ve never been specific before, yeah.” He taps his thumb against his H ring. “I like being in control, usually. Telling them what to do, where to touch me…” His eyes get a faraway look in them. “But sometimes it’s nice to give up control.  Have someone else…”

“Decide.” Y/N finishes his sentence for him when he trails off. “Yeah.  I’m more like that, I think.  I usually let someone else decide.  But I like the in-between, too.  Like…both exploring each other.”

“What do you mean?” Harry cocks his head to the side curiously.

Y/N shrugs loosely, her finger still tracing her glass. “’S hard to explain.”

Harry’s voice is low when he replies, almost like he’s somewhere else. “Try.”

“Well…” Y/N takes a drink before setting her glass down. “It’s like…do you remember your first time?”

Harry blinks, surprised at the question, but nods. “Yeah.  I do.”

“And remember how nervous you were?”

“Yeah.”

“And like…” Y/N plays with her fingers as she ponders her next words. “You were nervous, yeah, but there was also this excitement in you.  Kind of like…a breathlessness.  And you looked at the other person and knew they…”

Harry closes his eyes for a moment. “Felt the same.”

“Yeah.” Y/N tucks her hair behind her ears. “And just, like, being comfortable with them, and knowing you could both explore, and ask questions, and you were both together…” Y/N feels heat rise to her cheeks as she trails off. “I don’t know.  I feel like that’s rare, but I—it’s nice.  I like it.”

“Yeah.” Harry rubs his thumb over his lip as he shifts his position on the couch. “It’s nice, yeah. Rare, usually.  But nice.”

“I think it’s rare, because, like—” The alcohol makes it harder for Y/N to gather her thoughts, but also harder to sensor them. “I don’t know, I feel like when I was younger, and hadn’t had sex yet, I took more time with, like, finding the right person? Like I wanted it to be with someone who loved me for the first time, and someone I was comfortable with, and it was. And then after, the love part didn’t matter so much for me.” Y/N glances at Harry, who seems to be hanging on her every word. “Which, like, was fine.  What mattered to me the most was that whoever I had sex with respected me. And they did, so that was…good. But it’s different.” Y/N rubs her arms. “I don’t know if that makes sense…”

“It does.” Harry assures her, placing a light hand on her knee.  He begins to rub small circles. “Keep going.”

“I just think that, like, that in-between, breathless, exploring each other kind of thing…the comfort…that’s rare because it only really happens with someone you love.” Y/N murmurs. “At least, that’s how it is for me.  And I haven’t really been in love much in my life.”

“I’ve been in love probably too much.” Harry admits, his hand still on Y/N’s knee. “Too much to be good for me.”

Y/N shakes her head adamantly. “No, H.  That’s good. That’s…brave.  You’re not afraid of how you feel.  Most people are.”

“Maybe.” Harry finishes his drink again with one long gulp.  

Y/N watches as he does, seeing a little drip of liquid slip from the corner of his mouth.  She can’t stop herself from leaning forward and wiping it away with her thumb, feeling the stubble of Harry’s chin scratch against her.

Harry watches her with hooded eyes as she leans back to her previous position.  His hand slips a bit higher, from her knee to her lower thigh, but she doesn’t say anything.

“Who have you been in love with?” He asks.  His words are slurred a bit, and his accent seems thicker.

“My first boyfriend, Parker. You remember him.” Y/N sighs, closing her eyes as she herself remembers. “And…Christian, from university.  We were together for two years.  That’s it, I think.”

Despite the alcohol, Harry’s face still shows some surprise. “Really?  No one else?  No one since Christian?”

Y/N shrugs. “I’ve dated, yeah, and had relationships, but…I don’t know.  I didn’t love any of them.  I was…infatuated.  But I never…it was intense, but like—intense like a spark.  Nothing prolonged.”

Harry hums in response. “Thought you were going to say Niall for a moment.  He was pretty torn up when you went back to school after that summer.”

Y/N’s face mimics Harry’s surprise from a moment ago. “Was he?”

“Yeah.  Moped around a bit, spent time by himself, on his phone every two minutes…” Harry’s expression shows the difficulty it’s taking him to think back eight years while drunk. “I knew it was because you left.  Thought you two had an…agreement, or something.”

“An agreement?” A giggle escapes Y/N. “This isn’t a Jane Austen book, Harry.  We didn’t have an agreement.” Once she gets her laughter out, she sighs. “He was that upset?”

“Yeah.” Harry scratches the back of his neck. “So I thought…he must be in love with you.  And you were…”

“No, I wasn’t.” Y/N says softly. “He was so upset that you thought he was in love with me?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N bites her lip. “Was he more upset than you?”

Harry takes a moment to reply, looking at her with a serious expression.  His lips are so red, and his eyes are so green, and both of them are so drunk that neither of them can sense the meaning behind what they’re saying.

“No.” Harry finally responds. “He wasn’t.”

…

“Good morning.”

“Shhh.” Y/N covers her eyes with her arm. “Don’t yell in my ear.”

“I whispered.” Harry counters, but his voice is a bit quieter this time. “Do you have a headache?”

“I didn’t know something flavoured with watermelon could make me feel so shitty.” Y/N groans a bit, shifting on the bed without opening her eyes. “What did you do to me?”

When Harry laughs, it’s not audible, but Y/N can feel it through his chest pressed against her side.

“How are you completely fine right now?” She asks, rubbing her eyes.

“I’m used to it.  I’ve always been way better with hangovers than you.” Harry presses a small kiss to her shoulder before getting up. “How does breakfast in bed sound?”

“Normally amazing, but I can’t eat right now.” Y/N mutters. “How about coffee in bed?”

“Sure.” Harry smiles a bit. “You look cute like this.”

“Shut up.”

Harry returns ten minutes later with a tray of coffee, toast, and eggs, of which he manages to coax Y/N to take a few bites.  She doesn’t really want it, but she knows it’s easier to do as he says instead of arguing.

“How about we have a movie day today?” Harry suggests after breakfast. “In bed, since it seems like you won’t be moving anytime soon.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Y/N glares at him from the top of her coffee cup.

Harry raises his hands in defense. “Hey, I didn’t make you drink.  You chose to.”

“I know, but it’s easier to blame you.”

Harry rolls his eyes. “Is that why you’ve been doing it for twenty years?”

“Exactly.”

Harry carefully lifts the empty tray to the ground before holding up the remote. “You can pick the movies.”

Y/N bites her lip. “If we watch Titanic, will you make fun of me when I cry?”

“Of course not.  I’ll even cry with you out of solidarity.”

“Alright.” Y/N settles back into the blankets. “Put it on, then.”

It’s easy for them to be like this, Y/N thinks, as Harry pulls her into his arms when the movie starts. It’s always been so natural for them to be physical and affectionate with each other.  They’ve never acted any other way.

Except this doesn’t feel like any other way.

Yes, Y/N has watched countless movies while cuddling in bed with Harry.  But has he ever whispered in her ear like that before?  Has he ever rubbed her sides so carefully before? Has he ever let his lips rest on the bare skin of her shoulder, almost at the base of her neck?

Y/N can’t recall. However, she’s certain that if he had, it hasn’t felt so electric.

“Look at them.  Look at how Jack watches her.” Harry murmurs his words directly in Y/N’s ear as they watch Jack draw Rose.  Y/N can feel his lips brushing against her, and the heat of his breath and tone of his voice makes her shiver.

“She’s very pretty.” Y/N nods, shifting in Harry’s arms.  She likes how warm he feels.

“I suppose, but that’s not what I meant.” Harry traces shapes on her arm. “I meant look at how he looks at her.  Do you think they have the kind of love you talked about last night?”

Y/N glances over her shoulder at him, surprised he remembers their conversation. “I think so.  Do you?”

“Yeah.” Harry says in a low voice.  He says no more, so Y/N turns back to face the television.

They continue to watch in silence, gripping each other a bit tighter as the Titanic begins to sink. As they watch a mother reading to her two young children in bed, Y/N begins to lose her composure, like always. Tears well in her eyes, and she lets out a quiet hitched breath, a single sniffle.

“It’s alright, love.” Harry’s hands move to her stomach, holding her tighter to comfort her. “Don’t cry.”

Y/N can hear the tears in his voice, just as they’re in her own. “Can’t help it.  This part and the band and the old couple in bed—they always get me.”

“I know.” Harry rubs his thumb along your side.

Y/N reaches behind her without turning around, threading her fingers through Harry’s messy curls.  She plays with them absentmindedly as she watches, and tries to ignore how right it feels to be close to him like this.  She wonders if he notices it, too.

Harry presses a chaste kiss to her shoulder.

…

The day they hit the one month mark of quarantine, Harry sits across from Y/N at breakfast with a determined look on his face.

“I have a proposition for you.”

Y/N glances up at him, her attention barely shifting from her book. “A proposition?”

“Yeah.”

“What kind of proposition?” Y/N tilts her head to the side.  What she first thought was just determination on Harry’s face, she realizes, is actually determination and mischief, and she knows it won’t end well.

“I haven’t had a tattoo in a while.” Harry steals a strawberry from Y/N’s plate. “And I have a machine here, so I was thinking you could give me one.”

Y/N stares at Harry incredulously as he pops the strawberry in his mouth. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Probably.”

“I’m a terrible artist, Harry.  You know that.” Y/N shakes her head. “And even if I wasn’t, I have no idea how to tattoo someone!”

“You can watch a YouTube tutorial, or read a WikiHow.” Harry sighs loudly. “I’m so bored in isolation!”

“What do you even want tattooed?” Y/N eyes the intricate tattoos on his arms suspiciously. “I doubt I could do something like your ship.”

“Something simple.” He shrugs. “Probably lettering.”

“Probably?” Y/N says suspiciously.

“That’s why I want you to do it.  I want it in your handwriting.”

Harry’s tone is easy, but it makes her breathing shallow.

“You do?”

“Yeah.  I was thinking of something to remind me of this time, because of how weird it is.”

Despite her increased heartbeat, Y/N laughs. “What, do you want me to tattoo COVID-19 on you?”

“No.  Be a little more creative than that.” Harry scoffs.

“Why do I have to be creative?”

“Because I want you to decide what I get.”

Y/N’s eyes widen. “You’re not serious.”

“I am!  Why is that so hard to believe?” Harry asks. “I trust you. And you’re good with words.”

“No.  Absolutely not.”

…

“Make sure my drink has two shots in it.” Y/N calls to Harry as she looks over the tattoo supplies on the living room table.

Harry laughs. “I’m not sure I want my tattoo artist to be drunk.”

“The only way I’ll even be your tattoo artist is if I’m drunk.” She counters. “I still think this is an awful idea.”

Harry hands Y/N a tall glass with a light pink liquid in it. “Drink this, and you’ll change your mind.”

Y/N takes the glass and takes a large gulp, not focusing on the taste of the mixers, but the liquid courage behind them.

Harry grins, lifting his own glass. “Cheers.”

“Shut up and sit down.” Y/N mutters.  She ties her hair back before grabbing the disinfectant wipes. “Where do you want this?”

“My upper inner arm. I already shaved it for you.” Harry smirks as he points to the area, which is easily exposed in his loose tank top.

“And you’re sure I can write it with pen?” Y/N asks nervously as she disinfects the area.

“Mhmm.” Harry leans back comfortably in his chair. “What did you decide on?”

“It’s a secret.” Y/N uncaps the pen, getting closer to him.

“So I can’t know until after it’s on me permanently?”

“Is that a problem?” Y/N asks innocently. “I thought you trusted me?”

Harry chuckles. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

“Also that I’m good with words.” Y/N makes sure Harry’s head is turned away before she carefully writes the phrase she chose.  Then she snaps on gloves and starts the machine like she watched in videos early that day.

“You’re fine, love.” Harry assures her, seeing the nervous look on her face. “It’s a small tattoo. It’ll only take a few minutes.”

“Quiet.” Y/N mutters. “I need to focus.”

True to Harry’s word, the small tattoo only takes a few minutes to finish.  When it’s done, Y/N gives it one final wipe before setting the machine down and taking off her gloves.

“Alright.” She picks up her glass and drains it completely. “You can look.”

Harry peers at his arm, curiosity clear on his face.  There, in Y/N’s loopy handwriting is the phrase “touch me.”

“It looks so fucking good, Y/N.” Harry grins at her. “You did amazing!”

“I didn’t fuck it up?” She asks, chewing on her lip anxiously. “Is it alright?”

“You did a lovely job.” Harry smiles. “Wrap it for me?”

Y/N does as he asks, carefully wrapping the fresh tattoo in plastic wrap and taping it to his arm. “I think I’ll accept my tip in the form of another drink.”

Harry snickers. “Coming right up.”

Two drinks later, they’re both back in the honest and loose headspace that they’ve grown familiar with. It’s not enough that they’re unaware of their actions, but both Y/N and Harry know that their lips are looser because of the liquor in their systems.

They’ve migrated to the bedroom to get comfier, but took a few items from the bar with them.  It’s with these items that Harry tops up Y/N’s glass again as he speaks.

“So tell me…” He sets the cocktail shaker on his bedside table. “Why ‘touch me’?”

“You said you wanted something to remind you of isolation.” Y/N takes a long sip of her drink. “And that’s what we both miss the most, right?  Being touched?”

Harry nods slowly, his rings clinking against his glass. “Yeah.  I’m probably going to go straight to the bars after this is all done.  Find someone there.”

He laughs lightly, showing that what he says it half a joke, but Y/N sighs wistfully and shakes her head in disagreement. “I won’t.”

“You won’t?” Harry is surprised, his laughter fading. “Why not?”

Her shrug almost causes her to spill her drink on the bed. “I don’t know.” Y/N sighs again. “I don’t really—I’m not a hookup fan.  Not right now, at least.  It’s not what I…want.”

“What do you want, then?” Harry finishes his drink, but sets the glass down instead of refilling it. “If not sex?”

“I want sex.” Y/N says defensively. “But I want—I don’t want it to be someone random.  I want sex, but I want to be…intimate.  Like, I want to know that person cares about me, and I care about them.”

Harry licks the last of his drink from his lips. “Like that breathless feeling?”

“No.  It would be nice, but no.  That takes time.” Y/N brushes her hair behind her ear. “Just…someone who cares.  I don’t want a quick fuck, I just—”

“You want to be touched. Intimately touched.” Harry takes the empty glass from Y/N’s hand and sets it down on the table next to the bed.

Y/N nods gently, her limbs feeling loose. “Yeah.  Intimately touched.”

“You know, I could…” Harry trails off, pursing his lips. “We could…do that.”

The alcohol makes Y/N slow to recognize the meaning of his words. “What?”

“I’ve noticed you…the way you look at me, it’s…different than it was.” Harry says carefully, his eyes gauging her reaction. “For the last few weeks.  And I—I know that I’m…attracted to you, too.”

“We…” Y/N struggles to think of what to say as she finally registers what’s happening. “We’re friends.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t see you as attractive.” Harry looks down at his hands. “Don’t you…?  I mean…”

“I—yeah.  I think you’re—” Y/N laughs a bit nervously. “You’re attractive, H, you know that.  We’ve just never…discussed it.”

“I’m not saying we have to fuck, or—we don’t have to do anything.” Harry straightens his shoulders and looks you in the eye. “Just—when we touch, it’s mild.  If you want to be touched intimately, we could…”

“Like, a hand job?” Y/N says slowly, her words blunt with confusion.

Harry goes a bit red, but he shakes his head quickly. “No, Christ, that’s not what I meant, I—just—can I show you?”

“Um,” Y/N swallows hard. “Sure.”

“Okay.” Harry nods slightly, taking carefully measured breaths. “If this feels weird, or anything seems wrong, just tell me to stop, alright?”

Y/N replies faintly. “Alright.”

Nodding again, Harry moves closer on the bed, sitting on his knees so he can get closer to Y/N, who sits cross-legged.  His hands rest lightly on her bare thighs, and his rings are a cool contrast to his warm skin.

Harry begins to rub his hands up and down her thighs slowly.  His movements are measured, and he watches Y/N’s reaction carefully for a sign of her disliking his actions.  However, what he finds is a nervous but interested girl staring back at him.

“Like this.  Like, what you like.” Harry says lowly.  His hands move more to her inner thighs, but they don’t creep higher. “And…”

“And…?” Y/N asks, her heart rate increasing even more.

Harry moves one hand to the hem of Y/N’s tank top, pushing it up a bit so his hand can rest on her waist. He rubs over her warm skin, marvelling in how smooth and soft it is to his touch.  His fingers graze the lace of her bra, but he goes no higher.

“How—how’s that?” Harry asks quietly.

“It’s, um, it’s good.” Y/N replies as she struggles to keep her voice normal. “Yeah.  Good.  But, um, can you…” Harry’s movements pause at her words, and Y/N feels her cheeks get even warmer. “Maybe touch my, uh, my neck.  If you’d like.”

Harry nods, and the hand on her thigh moves to her neck.  He traces his fingers across her shoulder and over her collarbone, delighting in feeling the curves of her body.  Y/N’s breath hitches when his fingers travel up her neck, and Harry swears he can feel her pulse increase under his fingers.

Y/N’s not sure if it’s the fact that she’s touch starved from self isolating that makes Harry’s touches feel so good, or if it’s the fact that it’s Harry touching her, but she doesn’t dwell on it.  Instead, she closes her eyes and tilts her head back, allowing him better access.

She feels Harry’s breath before she feels his lips, but she’s still surprised when she feels him begin to sponge light kisses across her neck.

“H…”

“Is this alright?” He asks the question right below her ear, and yet she can barely hear him because he’s so quiet.

“Yes.” Y/N breathes. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Harry returns to pressing light kisses to her skin, his hands still rubbing over her sides and hips.

For the first time since seeing Harry naked in her bathroom, Y/N can’t deny or explain away her attraction to him.  She can’t convince herself that she doesn’t want him to touch her, because she does, and she can’t tell herself that she doesn’t need him, because she does. Every fibre of her being is telling her that she needs Harry, and she needs him now.  Her heart is pounding, her skin is on fire, and her core feels like she’d going to explode if he doesn’t do something.  And yet, Y/N can’t tell him to touch her more.  She’s frozen, mind blank, and she can only register what Harry is doing at the moment as what she wants.

Harry continues to kiss her neck, never lingering too long in one spot, never sucking too hard. Every kiss is gentle and chaste, except the few rare ones that include the tip of his tongue running over her skin.

After what feels like an eternity, Harry pulls away from her neck, face flushed.  Despite his hands still on her body, Y/N makes an involuntary sound in the back of her throat.

“Is that better?” He asks lowly, rubbing his thumb against your hip.

“I—kind of.” Y/N says softly.  If anything, she thinks, it’s worse.  She needs to satisfy the burn inside her, but she doesn’t know how.

“Good.” Harry replies, but he doesn’t take his hands off her.

Y/N’s own hands have been sitting at her sides as his moved over her body, but she raises one now, as hesitant as Harry was.  She extends it towards his arm, but pauses with her fingers right over his skin.

“Is it okay if I…?”

The corner of Harry’s lips lifts up, just barely. “Yeah, love.  Go ahead.”

Harry’s skin is warm beneath her touch.  Y/N traces the outline of his mermaid tattoo carefully before moving onto others.  She loves how his arm curves under her touch, how he stays still and lets her explore.  She appreciates it, thinking that if Harry made any sudden movements, she’d force herself to pull away.

Soon, her fingers move from tracing his tattoos to tracing the lines of his muscles.  She moves down his forearm to his hand, running her fingers over the veins that show through his tan skin, over his knuckles, down the tips of his calloused fingers and back.  

Harry sucks in a breath, and Y/N’s trance flickers for a moment as her eyes move to his face to see what’s wrong.

“Sorry, just—surprised me.” Harry says, voice low yet sheepish.  He nods down to his thigh, where Y/N realizes her own hand is resting.

“Oh—” She moves to pull her hand away, but Harry places his own on top.

“It’s fine.” He says quickly. “Keep going.”

Y/N bites her lip as she turns her attention back to his arm.  Her fingers move slowly and carefully back up his forearm to his upper arm. She traces over his tattoos while she rubs her thumb gently against the muscle, and stops her fingers at the edge of his t-shirt sleeve.  With a quick glance at Harry, she pushes the sleeve up, tucking it up on his shoulder so she can run her fingers over his ship tattoo, which is one of her favourites.

“Feels nice.” Harry murmurs, his eyes following her movements.

Y/N glances back at his face, taking in his appearance.  His lips are red from the time he spent kissing her neck, and his cheeks are still flushed.  His eyes are darker than usual, and she’s not certain if it’s the candlelight or something else causing it.  There’s a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, with a few loose curls hanging down. Out of reflex, Y/N reaches up and pushes his hair back out of his eyes.

Before she can return her hand to his arm, Harry captures it in his own.  Y/N watches as he brings it to his lips, inhaling as her wrist passes underneath his nose.  Although she’s not sure why, there’s something about seeing how much smaller her hand is in Harry’s that delights her.

Harry presses a soft kiss to her wrist, following it up with another on her palm.  Y/N’s eyelids flutter at the tender sensation.

“It’s my turn to touch you.” She says softly, her voice strained.

Harry hums in reply. “I know.” He kisses your wrist once more before looking at you. “I’ll help.”

Lifting his hand from his thigh (your hand, which was underneath, stays where it is), he pulls up his shirt just enough that he can sneak your hand underneath.  He rests it on his lower chest, and even though his shirt is still partially covering him, Y/N knows she’s touching his butterfly tattoo.

“I like to be touched here.” Harry says in the same low voice.

“Okay.” Y/N bites her lip, her head swimming with alcohol and the smell of the candles and Harry’s cologne and Harry. “It…would be easier without your shirt.”

Without breaking eye contact, save for the moment fabric covers him, Harry pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side. “Better?”

Y/N’s eyes drift down to his tanned stomach.  His body is familiar and a stranger to her all at once.  She knows his tattoos, scars, every mark on his skin from a distance, but seeing it like this—touching it like this—makes her feel like she’s never truly seen him before.

“Better.” She manages to say, her hand brushing across his ribs.

Y/N spends a while exploring the planes of his stomach, the contours of his body.  When she gets to his v-lines, and runs her fingers over the ferns tattooed there, Harry shivers a bit, his hand gripping her knee tighter.

Y/N massages his thigh gently. “Alright?”

“Yeah.” Harry clears his throat. “I’m good.”

“Okay.” Y/N nods, but moves her hand further up again, over his chest and over his collar bones.  She takes a moment to trace the lines of his neck, feel the beat if his pulse underneath her fingers, and then tangles her fingers in his hair.  She uses the leverage to tilt his head back a bit, and presses her lips to the base of his neck.

Harry’s cologne smells better up close, and Y/N adores the heat of his skin on her sensitive lips. She presses small kisses over the curve of his neck, pausing over his jugular.  Her tongue darts out and she carefully licks along it before ending the motion with a kiss.

“Christ…” Harry exhales slowly, the tips of his fingers digging into her knee slightly.

Y/N knows they’re crossing the threshold of just touching each other for the sake of touching.  She can feel herself dripping in her panties, and when her eyes flicker down, she can see the outline of Harry’s half hard cock in his shorts.  Together, they’ve reached the border of friends helping each other out, and she’s certain that she wants to cross it with him.  However, she’s not sure if they should.

Pulling back enough to look Harry in the eyes, Y/N clears her throat. “H, we—what are we doing?”

Harry waits a moment to answer. “I…I don’t know.  I have no fucking clue.”

“This isn’t friendly anymore.” Y/N’s voice drops to a whisper. “It’s not just—it’s intimate, yeah, but it’s more…” Her eyes move to the outline of his hardening cock once more before looking back up at his face. “It’s more.”

“Yeah.  It’s more.” Harry moves his hand further up her thigh again, rubbing slow circles. “But I don’t want to stop.”

Y/N sucks in a breath. “You don’t?”

“It’s been so long since…” Harry trails off, his gaze drifting down to your lips before returning to your eyes. “And it’s you.  I’ve always wondered if—we—”

“I’ve wondered, too.” Y/N admits, her voice filled with nerves.  Are they really discussing this? “Especially since that day, in the bathroom—”

“I wondered if you looked then.” Harry’s voice drops lower (which Y/N didn’t think was possible). “I thought about it later that day.  I—fuck, I wanted you to look.”

A small noise escapes the back of Y/N’s throat. “This—we’ve been drinking, and—it’s the alcohol, H. Neither of us is thinking straight.”

“This isn’t the alcohol talking.  I’ve thought about—when we’re in the pool, when we cuddle, when we flirt, I—I can’t help it.” Harry closes his eyes for a brief moment, like he’s collecting himself. “I need you.  And I think…I think you need me too.”

“I do.  I need you.” Y/N touches his stubbled jaw with careful fingers. “But we’re friends.  This is going to change that.”

“We don’t know that.” Harry leans into her touch. “You said before that you wanted someone you’re comfortable with, something intimate, something breathless.  You and I are comfortable, and intimate, and—I don’t know.  All I know for sure is that I want you.”

Y/N isn’t sure if he means he wants her in a purely physical way or something more, and while she knows she should clarify that, all she can focus on is his voice and the way it’s going straight to her core.

“I want you, too.” She says simply.

Harry brings his hand to Y/N’s hip. “Can I kiss you?”

Y/N nods.  She’s not sure she’s capable of giving a verbal response.

Harry takes it upon himself to lean closer, his fingertips digging into Y/N’s skin in a way she adores. He pauses, hovering just above her lips for a moment, as if to give her time to pull away.  Instead, Y/N just waits in anticipation, delighting in the feeling of his breath running over her skin.

When he kisses her, Y/N tastes alcohol, mint, and what she swears is her own heart in the back of her throat.

Any previous kisses she’s shared with Harry have been half kisses, given in teenage games of truth or dare and in a friend’s parent’s basement.  Those kisses were safe, guarded, and an obligation.  This kiss is the exact opposite.

Although it starts chaste, it quickly grows more passionate.  Y/N can’t stop herself from tugging on Harry’s hair more than she imagines Harry can stop himself from rucking up the hem of her tank top.  His fingers dip under the band of her lace bralette as she nips at his lip, tugging slightly, delighted when a strangled sound echoes from the back of his throat.

Within minutes, Y/N’s allowed Harry to pull her to straddle his lap, his hands grabbing at her hips with a neediness she’s never seen him exhibit before.  Of course, she feels the same way, and she lets her hand run down his chest over and over, using her nails a little more each time.  Although there’s no one around to see, no party to return to, nowhere to go, Y/N wants to leave a mark.  She wants anyone who sees his chest to know that he belongs to her.

Harry breaks away from her, lips red, eyes frenzied, and breathing heavy. “Can I—?” His hands tug on the hem of her top, tugging in question.

Y/N lifts her arms in response, letting him pull it off and toss it to the side.  Harry moves back in to kiss her again, but she keeps her arms up, giving him a long look.

“You’re not done.” She says simply.

He understands right away, and his fingers find the band of her bralette again.  This time, however, he removes it slower, almost as if the removal is ritual itself, and his hands are less frantic when they return to your skin.

Harry looks at Y/Nu with wide eyes, and she understands the meaning in them: this is so much more than just touching, and so much more than two friends using each other for mutual pleasure.  With every touch, they further cross a line, and neither of them can stop.  

With this realization, Harry’s movements become more cautious.  His hands come to rest on her sides, his thumbs just brushing the side of her breast.

“You’re fine.” Y/N assures him in a soothing voice. “Keep going.”

“Are you fine?” He counters, his voice an equal mix of concern and need.

“H.” Y/N takes his hands in her own and places them over her breasts. “Like that.  Touch me like that.”

Harry sucks in a short breath as she manipulates his hands, showing him how to rub her and touch her. After a few moments, she lets her hands move to his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.

Y/N begins to grind against him, desperate for a bit of friction.  Their kisses are soon accented with their moans as they each pull the other closer in lust and need.

Still, underneath the physical desires, there’s a current running between them.  Y/N knows it’s been there for the last few weeks, humming quietly in the back of her mind, but being here, now, with Harry touching her, it’s come alive like an electric fence.  She can’t turn it off, and she doesn’t want to.  She doesn’t want to in the slightest.

Harry begins to kiss down her neck like before, but this time his kisses are anything but chaste. When he reaches her breast, he kisses around them before taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

“Oh fuck—” Y/N arches her back, fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer. “Harry…”

He hums against her, and his spare hand rubs her back like he does when they get ready to sleep.  Usually, the motion is calming, but right now, Y/N feels anything but calm.

Harry continues until he’s satisfied with his work, and then he kisses his way to her other breast, wrapping his lips against her other nipple.  He spends just as much time on that one, letting his teeth graze it ever so slightly before soothing the action with his tongue.

When he pulls back, there’s a little line of spit connecting Harry’s mouth to her nipple, and Y/N whimpers at the sight.

“H…” She runs her finger through the line before gripping his chin with her thumb and forefinger.  The need inside her builds, as does her fondness for the man in front of her. “God…”

Harry tweaks her hard nipple with his finger, gentle enough so as not to hurt her, but enough to make a gasp fall from her mouth.  He offers no response in the form of words, but the hungry look in his eyes has only increased.

“Let me…” Y/N climbs off of his lap, gently pushing him to lay back on the bed. “Yeah?”

Harry runs a hand through his messy curls, nodding quickly. “You want that?”

“Yeah.” Y/N nods too, pressing a wet kiss to his swollen lips. “So bad.  Yeah.”

Her hands move to the waistband of his shorts, and Harry lifts his hips off the bed.  Y/N tugs down his boxers in the same movement, and tosses both articles of clothing to the side before looking back at him.

Harry’s cock is just as beautiful as she remembers it being the morning she accidentally walked in on him. Even more so, she thinks, because now he’s hard, and the head is the most appetizing shade of pink, with drops of precum pearling at the top.  When Y/N wraps her hand around his girth, she adores the heat that she feels.  

“So pretty…” She says the words almost to herself, and strokes him lightly to get used to the feeling of him in her hand. “I just want to…”

Y/N leans down and flicks her tongue over his tip, collecting the precum gathered there.  In return, a strangled moan leaves Harry’s throat as his arm moves to cover his eyes for a moment.

Y/N presses a kiss to the head of his cock before she continues licking, reveling in the sounds Harry makes.  She had no doubt, with a voice as angelic as his, that his moans and whines and whimpers would be just as beautiful.

When she wraps her lips around the head and sucks, she feels Harry’s hand move to her hair.  She looks up at him without lifting off of his cock, staring him in the eye as she takes more and more of him into her mouth.

“Fuck—” Another moan leaves Harry’s lips, more strained than the last. “That’s it…” He tugs on her hair, but doesn’t push her down.  Even when lost in pleasure, he’s careful with her.

Y/N loves him for it.

Pacing herself, she takes more and more of him into her mouth until her nose is pressed to the base of his stomach, brushing against his (neatly trimmed) pubic hair.  She stays down for just a moment before pulling up completely to breathe, but keeps her hand on him, stroking him slowly.

“You look so good.” Harry mutters, running his hands over her hair in a soothing motion. “I imagined it, but didn’t think…so much better…”

Y/N moves to push her head back down, but Harry stops her, bringing her up for a kiss instead.

“I want to taste you, now.” He tells her, laying her down on the pillows. “Is that alright?”

Y/N nods desperately, feeling even more heat rush to her core and pool there. “Mhmm.”

Harry kisses his way down her body again, slipping his fingers into the waistband of her shorts. He leaves her panties on as he pulls the shorts down, and lets out a low groan at the sight of her pink Calvin Klein panties, and more specifically, the dark pink spot that’s apparent on them.

“You’re soaked…” He presses a kiss to her sensitive inner thigh before brushing a finger over the wet spot.

Y/N jumps a bit, making a sound in the back of her throat. “Harry!”

“Sorry.” He kisses her thigh again. “I’m sorry.  Just relax, yeah?  It’s just me. I got you.”

Harry continues to kiss along her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to the thin cloth covering her center.  When he presses his first kiss to the fabric, Y/N grasps the sheets in her hands.

“God…” She whispers, fists clenched.

Harry reaches up and takes one of her hands, placing it in his hair wordlessly before kissing over her again, his tongue peaking out just a bit.

The torture continues for what feels like forever, with Harry teasing her over the soaked fabric of her panties.  Finally, Y/N sighs in relief as she feels his hands grip the fabric, and she lifts her hips eagerly as he tugs the article of clothing down.

The first thing she feels is his hot breath hitting her core, which is enough to make her legs reflexively close with pleasure.  Harry’s hand grips her leg, pushing them back open as he takes in the sight of her dripping cunt before him.

“Fuck…” He inhales deeply, committing her scent to memory. “Your pussy is so gorgeous.”

Y/N whimpers at his words and tugs on his curls. “Please, H…I need you.”

“Need me?” Harry asks in a husky voice, his finger touching her outer lips just barely.

“Yes!” Y/N whines, not caring how she sounds. “Never needed anything more…”

Harry runs his finger over her slit, collecting the wetness dripping from her.  YN moans loudly at the contact, not fully relieved but grateful for the light touch.

“So fucking wet.” Harry’s voice sounds not completely his own. “Fuck, Y/N, how are you so wet?”

Y/N feels heat rush to her cheeks, and she mumbles her reply in what’s almost an embarrassed voice. “You know exactly how.”

“Don’t even know what to do first.” Harry ignores her reply, lost in his own world as he continues stroking her slit. “Just want…”

He presses into her without warning, and Y/N arches her back off the bed as Harry’s finger slips into her cunt.  His cold rings touch the top of her entrance as Harry pauses inside her, his eyes heavy with lust.

“And so tight.” He moans, biting his lip hard enough to leave a mark. “Oh my God…”

He curves his finger inside her, wanting to feel every inch of her that he can.  Y/N continues to whimper above him.

“More.” She begs him, pushing back against his finger. “I can take more, Harry, please.”

Harry easily slips enough finger in, repeating his motion as she pushes back on him.  However, the pressure building inside Y/N disappears abruptly as his fingers do, and she’s just about to get angry at him when she feels his tongue replace his fingers.

“Fuck!” She exclaims loudly, her eyes closing as she throws her head back. “Harry—!”

Harry moves his tongue in and out of her, loving the taste of her juices in his mouth.  He moves further up to her clit, licking and sucking over the sensitive bundle of nerves as Y/N writhes above him.

“Taste so good.” He growls from between her thighs. “Fuck, Y/N…you’re going to cum for me, yeah?” He asks as he reaches up and grips her hands in his, interlocking their fingers. “Tell me you’re going to cum for me.”

Another strangled moan leaves Y/N’s mouth as he speaks. “I-I’m so close, Harry. Keep going, please.”

“Tell me.” He demands, licking over her clit again. “Tell me you’re going to cum for me.”

Y/N grinds against his tongue as she grips his hands tighter. “I’m going—fuck—I’m going to cum for you, H.  I’m going—”

Harry sucks hard on her clit, and Y/N throws her head back as an orgasm hits her harder than ever before.  Her thighs clench shut, trapping Harry’s head between them, but he just continues to lap at the juices flowing from her cunt while making the most obscene sounds Y/N has ever heard.

Harry doesn’t pull back until Y/N unclenches her thighs, and before he does, he presses one last kiss to her clit, making her flinch.  

Y/N is so exhausted she can barely open her eyes.  Once she does, however, and sees Harry, she feels all the exhaustion fade.

Harry’s lips are, somehow, even more red than before, and his whole chin is slick with her wetness.  He keeps licking his lips, like he can’t get enough of the taste, and Y/N feels like her whole body is on fire.

“Harry…” She whispers, squeezing his hand again.  She doesn’t know what else to say.

Harry lifts himself over her body, which is still shaking from her orgasm, and kisses her gently.  She can taste herself on his mouth, and she adores it.

“You taste so fucking good.” He murmurs, pressing his sweaty forehead against hers. “Like candy.”

Y/N swallows hard. “I haven’t—no one’s done that in a long time.”

“I’ll be glad to do it again.” Harry replies, brushing her hair back. “But right now…all I want to do is make love to you.” He looks at her with sincere eyes. “Will you let me?”

The tenderness of him asking almost brings tears to her eyes, and Y/N nods, her hands coming up to cup his rosy cheeks. “Yeah, H.  I’m…” She bites her lip as she realizes the truth of her words. “I’m yours.  Always.”

Harry inhales sharply before kissing her softly, his hands stroking her hair in a comforting fashion again. “How do you want to…?”

“I want you on top.” Y/N replies, touching his swallow tattoos. “I-I want to feel you.  Feel your weight.  Feel you close.”

With a nod, Harry positions himself over her, spreading her legs wide enough that his body can fit between.  He holds himself up with one hand and uses the other to guide his cock to Y/N’s folds, just brushing the head over them.  He’s teasing himself just as much as her.

“Harry…” Y/N leans her head back at the sensation. “Please, H…”

“I don’t—wait—” Harry pauses his movements, and Y/N can see on his face the strength and discipline it takes for him to do so. “I—a condom—”

“I’m clean, and I have an IUD.” Y/N assures him, running her hand along his shoulders. “Are you?”

Harry nods. “Yeah, I am, but—are you sure?”

As Y/N looks into his eyes, the love and concern and want written all over them, she knows she’s never been more sure of anything in her life. “I want to feel you, without anything in between.  I—” She takes a deep breath and presses a kiss to his jaw. “Yeah.  I’m sure.”

Harry presses a kiss to her forehead, and the tender action makes Y/N close her eyes as she revels in the feeling.  A moment later, Harry moves down again and puts his forehead against hers as he pushes into her.

The moment he enters her, Y/N feels a fullness she’s never experienced before.  Not only is Harry stretching her cunt in a way that feels euphoric, but she feels complete.  He’s as close to her as he’s ever been, his breath is mingling with hers, his body weight is held over her carefully, and Y/N thinks she could die in the pleasure of this moment happily.

“Y/N…baby…” The pet name seems to fall easily from Harry’s lips as he bottoms out, holding himself still to adjust to the feeling. “Oh my God…”

Y/N digs her fingernails into Harry’s shoulders, pressing kisses to his lips between gasps for breath. “Move, H, please.”

Harry begins to thrust his hips, setting a slow but deep pace before gradually speeding up.  While part of Y/N wishes he would thrust as fast as he can, a deeper part of her is grateful that Harry is taking his time with her.  This feeling, now that she has it, is better than anything she’d ever felt before, and Y/N doesn’t want it to end anytime soon.

Harry kisses Y/N again as he moves inside her.  Although they’re as close as they’ve ever been, each of them keeps pulling the other closer.  As Harry thrusts deeper, Y/N pulls more of his weight down on her.  As Y/N scratches her nails down his back, Harry kisses her jaw. Neither of them can process exactly what they’re doing, but neither of them can stop.  Each touch is tender, each kiss is passionate, and each moment brings them closer together in so many more ways than just physical.

They don’t speak except for the occasional whisper from Y/N for Harry to move faster, or the occasional moan of Y/N’s name falling from Harry’s lips. The only constant sounds in the room are of the slickness between Y/N’s thighs as Harry moves between them, the sound of his skin meeting hers, both of them panting and moaning, and a few whispers of “please” that are barely audible.  Despite the lack of speech, however, the two are in constant communication.  Kissing, biting, scratching, and squeezing have become the vocabulary of their new language.  When Harry looks into Y/N’s wet eyes, he knows that she feels something running through the very depths of her being.  When Y/N feels Harry tuck his head between her neck and her shoulder as he whimpers, she knows that he trusts her to comfort him and hold him there.

Soon, Y/N feels the waves of pleasure begin to build, and she knows that when they finally break, they’ll pull her under. “H, I—fuck—I—” She can’t manage to form the sentence she needs to.

Harry, however, can tell exactly what she’s going to say. “Please.” He pants, adoring how she buries her head into his shoulder. “Please, love, cum for me…” He kisses over the shell of her ear as he thrusts deeper. “Need you.”

Y/N whimpers, biting down on Harry’s shoulder as her orgasm rolls over her. Harry feels her walls tighten around his cock, but he doesn’t slow down, and he works her through her climax until she whines in his ear.

“So good, H…” Y/N can barely find the strength to whisper the phrase.

Hearing her sound so fucked out, feeling her cunt squeezing him, and seeing the euphoria on her face is enough to bring Harry to the edge.  He slows his thrusts, about to pull out, but Y/N presses on his back to keep him close.

Harry groans as a shiver rolls through his body. “I’m about to cum, Y/N—”

“Stay inside me.” She pleads, pressing the pads of her fingers between his shoulder blades. “I-I’m yours, Harry, I told you.  Yours.”

Y/N looks up at him with such trusting and vulnerable eyes that Harry can’t make himself argue with her.  He nods instead, his thrusts increasing in speed again until he feels himself reach the edge of pleasure.  

As he freefalls into Y/N, his hips stutter, and he presses deep inside her while her name falls from his lips over and over again.  He can’t think of anything else to say.  He can’t think of anything else worth saying.

When Harry finally manages to pull himself together enough to pull out, Y/N instantly feels the emptiness inside her.  She wishes he would stay, but knows that it’s not practical, and instead just relishes in the feeling of his cum dripping from her entrance.  It’s like he’s claimed her as his, left a physical mark of himself, and Y/N doesn’t have the strength to stop herself from loving it.

They lay in silence for a few moments, trying to catch their breath and regain a sense of where they are.  Both Harry and Y/N are sweaty, exhausted, and covered in each other in more ways than one.  The wrap on Harry’s tattoo has slipped from his arm.  Somewhere in their pleasure, Y/N has lost an earring.  And yet, the only thing each of them cares about is looking at the other.

Out of instinct, Harry pulls Y/N’s shivering body into his, wrapping his arms around her tightly.  He can’t imagine she’s cold, and Y/N can’t bring herself to tell him she’s shivering because of the feeling of being so close to him, but neither of them denies the other of the affectionate gesture.

Y/N loses track of how long they lay there until Harry breaks the silence.

“I—” His voice cracks, and he clears it quickly before trying again. “I’ll get you a cloth to—to clean you up.”

Y/N nods, and Harry gently untangles himself from her before going to the bathroom.  Y/N can hear the running of water, and turns her head to see what he’s doing, but when she spots his naked silhouette, she closes her eyes.  Despite what they just did, there’s a shyness in her still when she sees him completely stripped.

Her eyes stay closed, and she only detects his return from feeling his weight return to the bed.  He places a gentle hand on her trembling knee, pulling her open ever so slightly.

“’M just cleaning you up.” Harry says in a quiet tone. “Is that okay?”

Y/N nods again.  She’s not certain she has enough strength to say anything.

Harry wipes between her legs with a gentle touch, watching how she flinches at the slightest of pressure. “I’m sorry.” He says sincerely, kissing her knee tenderly before continuing. “You’re sensitive, I know.  Almost done.”

Once he finishes wiping away the cum dripping out of her (his cum dripping out of her), Harry tosses the cloth onto his pile of clothes on the ground, deciding it can be dealt with later.  His most pressing concern at the moment is Y/N.

He lays back down on his side so he can face her, and pushes a lock of hair away from her closed eyes.

“Y/N.” Harry murmurs, hand resting on her waist carefully. “Talk to me. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Her voice is rough when she answers, and Harry can hear the echo of her moans in her words. “I-I’m fine, H.  Just…tired.”

“Do you…” Harry bites his lip. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Y/N gives a slight shake of her head. “Maybe—maybe tomorrow, yeah?” She does her best to open one eye, but quickly shuts it again when she sees how Harry is looking at her. “Can’t right now.”

“Okay.” Harry lays his arm over her side as he moves closer. “Tomorrow.”

Y/N presses her head into his shoulder and commits the scent of his skin to memory.

…

The first thing Y/N registers when she wakes up is the feeling of someone touching her hair.

She doesn’t need to open her eyes to know it’s Harry.  Of course it’s Harry.  It’s always been Harry.  In every way.

Y/N sighs and readjusts her position in bed, moving a bit closer to Harry.  She shivers once from the cold, still naked from last night’s activities, and that’s the only hint Harry needs before he pulls the sheet up around her more.

“Are you awake?” He asks softly, careful in case she’s still lost deep in sleep.

Y/N moves her head in a passable nodding motion, and her voice is thick with sleep when she answers. “Mhmm.  Barely.”

A low chuckle escapes from Harry’s mouth, and the next thing Y/N feels are his warm lips against her cheek. “How are you feeling?”

“A little hungover.  A little sore.” Y/N finally opens her eyes as she speaks, and almost wishes she hadn’t.

Harry’s hair is a mess from both sex and sleep, messy and wild and haphazardly pushed out of his eyes. His cheeks are flushed, and his neck and chest are covered in marks from both Y/N’s lips and fingers.  She knows that if he turned over, his back would be the same, and it embarrasses her and delights her at the same time.  He looks completely fucked and content, and more relaxed than she’s seen him in ages.

Y/N wonders if she looks the same.  If she looks as pretty.

“Sorry.” Harry says, his tone a bit sheepish.

“It’s not your fault.” Y/N replies, shrugging a bit.

“Well…it is, actually.  I made your drinks.  And I…” He trails off, brushing his fingers down her bare hip to her thigh.

“Yeah.” Y/N feels her face get warm. “I guess it is your fault.”

Harry laughs lightly, but it fades away as he looks into her eyes. “We, uh…we should probably talk about what happened.”

Y/N purses her lips. “Yeah. We should.”

“So…first question, I guess.” Harry props his head up on his arm, but keeps running his fingers over Y/N’s hip gently. “Do you regret it?”

Y/N sits up a bit more in bed, clutching the sheet to her bare chest. “No.  I don’t.  Do you?”

“No.” Harry replies instantly. “I don’t regret it.”

“Okay.” Y/N is so aware of Harry’s eyes on her as she thinks of her question. “Did…did you enjoy it?”

A snort falls from Harry’s mouth, and he shakes his head incredulously. “Christ, Y/N, of course I enjoyed it.  It felt—you felt like heaven.”

Y/N flushes at the comment. “I’ve never…I’ve always made my partners wear condoms.  So that was a first for me.”

Harry’s fingers pause over her hip, but only for a moment.  It looks as though he’s deciding whether or not he should comment on that, but changes his mind at the last moment. “Did you enjoy it?” He asks instead, echoing your question.

“I did.”

“You said you were mine.”

Y/N swallows hard. This conversation is less incriminating than making love to him last night, but it seems infinitely more powerful. Probably because they’re both sober, she thinks.

“That—” She clears her throat. “That’s not a question.”

Harry sighs, but there’s an endeared smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You said you were mine. Did you mean that?”

Y/N can’t look him in the eyes, so she looks down instead.  Harry’s hand lies between them, and she intertwines their fingers, playing with his rings as she carefully formulates her answer. “I’ve—I’ve always been yours, H.  Ever since we were kids, I’ve belonged to you.” She runs a finger over his H ring. “Even when you were gone.”

Harry frowns a bit at the tone of her voice. “I’ve been yours too, Y/N.  I belong to you just as much as you belong to me.”

“You’ve always been further out of reach.” Y/N pulls her hand from his, until their fingertips are just barely touching. “Always just…a little out of reach.”

Harry intertwines their fingers again. “I’m not out of reach.  Not right now.  And I’ve never—if you ever called me and said you needed me, I would’ve been on the first flight back home to you.  I would’ve dropped everything for you, Y/N.  I still would, and I always will.”

Tears prick Y/N’s eyes, and although she hurries to close them, one slips out.  Harry catches it on his finger before it can run off her cheek, and when she looks at him again, there’s a concerned look on his face.

“C’mere.” Harry mumbles, pulling Y/N into a tight hug.  He rubs her back like he always does, and the motion is so comforting that she almost forgets the vulnerable position they’re both in. “You’re my girl.  You’re always going to be my girl.” He murmurs in her ear, voice low and soothing. “Always.  Don’t you know that?”

Y/N nods, not trusting her voice at the moment.

“If this is too much for you…” Harry traces his fingers between her shoulder blades.  Y/N thinks he’s tracing words, like they used to as children, but she can’t tell what words he may be tracing. “I understand. We can just—we can pretend it didn’t happen.”

“I—” Y/N shakes her head, looking up at Harry. “I don’t want to do that.”

“Then what do you want, Y/N?” Harry asks, his tone as pleading as it was last night. “All I’ve ever tried to do is give you what you want, and usually I’m pretty good at telling what that is, but right now, I’m lost.  I don’t want things to go back to how they were, but I don’t—I can’t lose you, so just—if you just tell me what you want, I’ll do it.  I’ll make it work.  I promise that I won’t be mad, or hurt, or anything.”

Y/N sits up as best she can, her fingers combing through Harry’s messy curls on reflex, as she always does it when he gets upset. “I can’t pretend that I don’t want you, H.  I do.  I need you.  I told you that last night.”

“But you’re crying.” Harry cups her wet cheek gently, rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone. “I hate that.”

Y/N leans into his touch. “It just feels…strange.” She says after a moment. “All of this.  I spent so long trying to stop myself from thinking of you like this, and now that I am, I feel like—like it’s wrong.”

Harry tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth. “Does it feel wrong?”

His low voice makes her shiver. “No.  It feels right.  Really right.”

“I feel like…” Harry’s eyes flicker between Y/N’s own eyes and their intertwined hands. “I feel like we’re both dancing around saying it.”

Y/N sucks in a breath. “Saying what?”

“Saying…” Harry leans in and presses a soft kiss to her lips. “Saying that we’re in love with each other.”

Y/N feels breathless at the words coming from his mouth. “You’re in love with me?”

“Are you not in love with me?” He replies, moving so he’s leaning over her more. “We’ve said I love you so many times before.”

“That’s a different kind of love.” Y/N mumbles, touching the chain dangling from Harry’s neck.

“But we were both meaning something different when we were saying it.  At least, I was.” Harry inhales deeply, like he’s centering himself. “I’ve known…for a while, but I’ve felt it for longer than I’ve known it. And I thought that you might…”

“I think I do.” Y/N whispers. “But saying it feels so—so permanent.  Like we can’t go back to being friends if it blows up in our faces.”

Harry traces a finger down Y/N’s cheek, her neck, between her breasts, to her side, touching just below her ribs. “Maybe we can’t.  But I don’t think we’ll want to, Y/N.  I think we’re perfect for each other.”

Y/N’s heart pounds in her chest. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Harry nods. “This last month, it’s been like we’ve been…playing house, or something.  I’ve loved it.  I keep hearing from friends saying that they’re so sick of the person they’re living with, so tired of them, but I’ve never felt that way about you, and I don’t think I ever will.  I’ll never get sick of you.”

Y/N laughs a bit. “That’s romantic.”

“Shut up.” Harry can’t help but smile slightly. “It is romantic.”

“Yeah.  It is.” Y/N says softly, her hand rubbing over Harry’s tattooed arm. “You’re really in love with me?”

Harry nods. “I am.”

“Huh.” Y/N bites her lip. “So I guess we’ve been lying to our moms, haven’t we?”

Harry laughs loudly, collapsing on the bed next to Y/N. “Jesus, can you not mention our mums when we’re naked in bed?”

“I’m just saying!  We’ve been saying for years that you’re not in love with me, and it’s all been a lie.”

“What about when they ask if you’re in love with me?” Harry’s tone is joking, but there’s a hint of nervousness in the back of his voice. “Has that been a lie, too?”

Y/N’s heart pounds as she nods. “Yeah.  We’ll have to get them something really good for Mother’s Day this year to help make up for it.”

A grin spreads over Harry’s face, almost triumphant, as he leans down to kiss her. “Agreed.” He moves to cage himself over Y/N. “But I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?”

“I want to hear you say that you’re in love with me.” Harry’s grin turns into a smirk.

Y/N flushes as she shakes her head. “You say it first.”

“I’ve already admitted it!”

“So have I!”

“Not as well as I have!”

“Oh, so it’s a competition now?” Y/N scoffs. “What a wonderful start to our relationship.”

“I’m just saying, Y/N, admitting it is the first step to—”

“Are you seriously going to say that to get me to say that I love you?”

“Just—”

“You’re so irritating—”

“I’m irritating?  You—”

“You’re the worst!”

“And yet you’re in my bed with no clothes on!”

“Okay.  Nope.  Relationship over.” Y/N pushes Harry off of her and wraps the sheet around herself as she gets out of bed. “You blew it, Styles.”

“Y/N.” Laughter falls from Harry’s lips as he leans over the edge of the bed. “Love.  Come back to bed.”

“I think a minute and thirty-seven seconds may be the record for the world’s shortest relationship.” Y/N searches her bag for some clean clothes.

“Come here!”

“Another world record for Harry Styles.” Y/N calls to him without turning around. “You must be so proud—”

Her words are cut off in a shriek as Harry picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder as he brings her back to his bed.

“Harry!” She yells, hitting his arm. “Put me down!”

Harry tosses her on the bed, gentle enough so as not to hurt her, and cages himself over her sheet-covered body.  He’s still completely bare. “Take it back.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Fine. We’re still together.  One less record for you.”

“Good.  Now…” Harry brushes a finger over her lips. “Say you’re in love with me.”

Y/N’s laughter fades a bit as the nerves set back in. “I…”

“Please, Y/N?” Harry murmurs, leaning down to kiss her neck. “Please say it.”

“I’m—” Y/N sucks in a quick breath, and all of her protest leaves her body as she exhales. “I’m in love with you, Harry.”

She can feel Harry’s lips forming a grin against her neck. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Y/N tugs on his hair gently, just enough so she can pull his head back to look in his eyes. “Now you say it.”

“Y/N.” Harry says her name like it’s something precious. “I’m in love with you.”

A flush of pleasure crawls up Y/N’s spine at his words, but she does her best to keep her tone light-hearted. “So are you calling our moms, or am I?”

“I’ll do it.” Harry reaches for his phone on the bedside table. “And I’ll be sure to mention how it took us getting drunk and having sex to realize—”

“Harry!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell your mum we used a condom—”

“I’ll kill you, Styles, and I’ll make it look like an accident.” Y/N shoves his shoulder hard.

Harry grins at her. “Now that’s romantic.”