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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 months

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A Surprise^**

Hello friends, thank you so much for your patience. I ended up having quite a disastrous day and it took longer to finish editing! But here is the one shot based off of this request. Hope you like it!

Warnings: TW! abusive partner: mentions of love-bombing, gaslighting/accusations of infidelity, verbal arguments, intimidation tactics (psychological and physical), physical altercation between M/F ( described, but more intimidating than violent or aimed to hurt), physical altercation between M/M (not described but the aftermath is mentioned, bloody nosy type of thing), mentions of law enforcement and law enforcement processes. Mentions of sex, unprotected sex, oral (M/F receiving), fingering, unplanned pregnancy, ultrasound procedure.

WC: 18.2K

You were nervous as you rode up in the elevator. You weren’t claustrophobic or anything, so the feeling of it closing in on you was one you had no idea how to deal with. You were trying to keep your breathing as calm as possible and clearing your head of any irrational or negative thoughts, but it was truly a challenge. It had been a nearly a year since you and Harry had been in any space together and it was nerve-racking. What was originally supposed to be a month or two-long break, turned into all this time and distance. He said he wanted to talk and get some closure, which you thought was bull shit, and that’s why you were so nervous.

Before “the break” you and Harry had been dating for four years. Things had been going really well up until he started getting antsy to work again. You’d moved to London for him and now that he was finally “off” you saw that he was jumping into the next thing he could. You understood that he felt like he needed to do something with his time but soon enough he was back in the studio for hours at a time while you just hung out at his house. You lasted a year like that before you told him that you couldn’t do it anymore. You felt lonely in your relationship with him and you saw that he wasn’t ready to slow down and settle a bit like he said he was before. That was the whole reason why you’d even moved to London for him. So when you suggested a little time apart to have him sort through his priorities he freaked out on you. But the following morning the tune was different, he was more open to this idea of taking some time apart.

You had assured him over and over again that you loved him but that you were ready for the next step and he clearly wasn’t. He then assured you that you were the love of his life and that he’d take a month or two to just tie up all the loose strings with his current project and then focus back on your relationship. You even went back home to LA to give him all the space he needed. You checked in with each other a lot but when the two months were up you reached out and didn’t get a response back until two weeks later. Much to your dismay it was just an “I’m sorry.” And with tears in your eyes you just deleted the entire messaging feed you had with him.

A few months later you were back on the dating scene. One of your co-workers set you up with her cousin, Steven. He came off as sweet, smart, and mature. He mostly had his shit together from what she’d said and you had seen, so you gave him a real chance. Yeah, he was no Harry, but no one would ever equate to Harry, so you stopped comparing and got to know him for who he was. Soon enough you’d started to develop more feelings for Steven, he showered you in attention and time and affection, it was almost too much, you thought. But then you recalled that things had been so cold with Harry towards the end that maybe you just weren’t used it anymore. It wasn’t love-bombing, it was just a man who is interested in showing you what you meant to him. After two months of seeing him casually you started talking about the future, about starting a real, committed relationship. You talked about properly meeting each other’s families and taking serious steps forward, you were gearing up to properly move on with someone who clearly prioritized you! And then Harry called.

He was jealous, you heard it in his voice when he called, but the fact that he was jealous pleased you in a way. Honestly, you thought you’d be so well off that when you spoke to him you’d feel above him somehow, but when you heard his voice your heart ached with longing and your small victory suddenly made you feel a bit sadistic. He then asked to see you to get some closure and you quickly agreed because you needed it too. But that’s how you ended up at his hotel just an hour later. So far you were just standing there at his hotel door just taking each other in. Quite frankly, you were just pleased you had made it out of the elevator alive. But it felt like it’d been ages and no time at all at the same time, your heart was racing in the confines of your chest, making it hard to breathe once again. It made you so happy, but hurt your heart at the same time to see him. It was so confusing, feeling relief and joy and disappointment all at the same time.

“You look great.” He complimented you after a few moments of staring.

“Oh! Thanks.” You smiled timidly, “H-how are you?”

“I’m alright. Come on in.” He said moving aside and you wandered in. You sat at the couch in his suite as he headed to the kitchenette.

“Can I offer you some water or tea?” He asked.

“No, I’m alright.” You assured and he nodded before coming over to sit near you on the couch. You sat in silence for a few moments again before he chuckled in slight disbelief and shook his head.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here.” He confessed with a shake of his head.

“Me either.” You chuckled a bit humorlessly. He had wronged you…the only thing that you knew about him right now was that he did not love you as much as he said he did. If he did he wouldn’t have left you hanging like he had. “I guess I just…needed to see you one more time. I don’t think that we left off on a good note so-”

“Exactly. That’s why I wanted to see you.” He said leaning forward and taking your hand and your facade of stoicism and ease melted away immediately. The hurt from his actions just came to the surface and made a pang of pain ripple from your chest all the way out to your fingertips, you swore even your scalp hurt as his eyes met yours apologetically.

“Harry, it’s almost been a year.” You pointed out and he frowned.

“I know, love.” He confirmed, “And I haven’t even tried t-to apologize since that text I sent you.” He said and your eyes started welling up. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just…I got scared that if I took that step forward with you it meant that my work was gone.” He explained and you scoffed.

“Harry, no! When I asked you to slow down that’s all I meant. Slow down, not stop! I’d never tell you to stop.” You sighed, exasperated and upset that he even thought that you’d ever make him stop doing what he loved most, “I just wanted you to slow down a little and enjoy your life for yourself. Spend time with your mom and your sister and your cousins and nieces and nephews!” You vented, “W-with me.” You added towards the end and he nodded in understanding. “What you do with your work matters to me. I see how happy it makes you. And I don’t think I’ve ever done anything to make you feel like you couldn’t be honest with me about your priorities.” You said and he shook his head.

“You didn’t. I should’ve talked to you about it all, Y/N. I know I fucked up, big time, but I love you and-”

“No you don’t…” you interrupted with a scoff as you pulled your hand away from his, “You’re just jealous because I’m ready to move on with someone else now.” You said to him and he glanced up at the ceiling and smiled sadly.

“Yeah, of course I’m fucking jealous!” he confessed through a pained, breathy laugh, “And I still love you and whether you believe it or not because of my previous actions, I respect you and you deserve an apology. That’s why I wanted to see you.” He explained as his eyes met yours again, “I know that I’ve lost you, Y/N.” He said sadly, “Believe me, I didn’t come to try and talk you out of that decision. I just wanted to tell you, in person, that I love you with my whole heart. I should’ve fought for you. You showed me so much love and gave me all of your care and support all the time! I shouldn’t have been scared t-to talk about it. I shouldn’t have let you go.” He explained, “I’m going to have to live with that for the rest of my life, Y/N. I know that.” He sniffled and you wiped your tears carefully. “I just needed you to know that it’s not anything you did. I love you, even still, I think I’ll die loving you.” He said.

“Jesus, Harry…” you inhaled sharply before standing up quickly. You grabbed your purse from the coffee table and started rushing back to the door.

“Baby! Baby, baby, baby-” he rushed in front of you blocking the door, “J-just wait.” He sniffled, he looked panicked.

“Why should I?” You questioned him, “Why now?” You asked for clarity and he swallowed thickly, “You had this whole fucking time and now that I’m just about t-to forget about you, y-you show up and…” you trailed off as your anger boiled over and your tears started to trickle down your face more heavily.

“Y/N, I’m sorry-” He started.

“Y-you better not be trying to manipulate me!” You warned, your voice raised in accusation and he shook his head.

“I know it might seem that way b-but I’m not, love. I’m not looking for anything from you, I know I don’t deserve it. I just needed t-to see you and apologize to you and tell you how I feel before you wouldn’t entertain the idea of me in your presence ever again. And I know you probably hate me so much right now-” He explained and you inhaled sharply with a disappointed shake of your head.

“That’s the stupidest fucking part of this whole thing! I-” you stopped and shook your head, “I felt so happy when I heard from you.” You confessed, “And I still have so much love for you.” You sniffled and felt sick to your stomach just admitting it. You felt like an idiot for it.

You had gone over a very similar scenario in your head if not millions of times before while daydreaming or lying in bed. You dreamed of him coming back and apologizing and you having the strength to not come crawling back to him after whatever excuse he gave. Except you’d gotten it wrong. Harry wasn’t standing before you asking you to come back to him with an underlying arrogance that came with knowing that your love was enough to have you come back to him. He was actually just coming to be accountable for his mistakes and to apologize to you for hurting you. He came with humility and sincere repentance for his errors, no ulterior motives. And well, you weren’t nearly as strong as you thought you’d be by now.

“Oh, baby…” he sighed, “I don’t deserve it.” He recognized, “And I know that you’re happy.”

“I am.” You sniffled.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel confused, I really didn’t want that. I really just wanted to make things as right as I could after all this time.”

“Thank you.” You responded and he gave you one firm nod. “I think I should go.” You said and he glanced into your eyes and just waited for a moment and when you didn’t waiver he exhaled and moved out of your way to let you leave.

You reached for the door and opened it up before stepping out into the hall, pulling it shut behind you as you cried quietly as you walked back to the elevator, what seemed like a trap before now felt like your much needed escape. You were just about to step inside when you glanced back down the hallway at his door, questioning if you’d been too harsh. After all, you did miss him and you still loved him…you’d definitely regret not giving him a hug goodbye or even just confirming to him that you forgave him. So with all the strength you had, you ignored that pull to return to him and got inside and left. It was time to move on.

****************

You’d been quiet and in your head all afternoon. Internalizing everything you were feeling was weird because you were never one to just let things brew in silence. You had to talk about it and your best friend was back in the UK and she had an important work thing in the morning so you couldn’t interrupt and you just wanted to talk to someone who would be 100% real with you. You decided to just distract yourself until stopped by for dinner, surely his company would provide an adequate distraction.

But even when Steven arrived you found yourself ruminating on how awkwardly you’d left Harry. You certainly got what you needed but you were out of there so fast that you had no idea if he got the closure he needed from you and now you felt bad! That’s what you were thinking about, but your silent and pensive demeanor had Steven feeling iced out which he did not like. So after sitting in your little living room on his phone for half an hour in complete silence as his football game droned on, on the TV he figured he’d just ask you.

“Babe, are you upset at me?” He finally asked as he came into the kitchen. You were just grating some carrots into the salad you were making for dinner.

“No.” You assured him with a small smile as you glanced up at him briefly.

“Well, you’ve been oddly quiet since I got here. More than half the time I’m wishing you’d just shut up for five minutes but I don’t know anymore…it’s weird.” He joked, trying to make light of the situation. But upon hearing that your brows pinched in confusion and offense at his “joke”.

“That’s quite rude and not funny at all. I heard you turn on the game and you don’t like it when I talk to you when you’r watching so I just stayed quiet.” You mumbled a bit spitefully before going back to grating and he came closer and placed a hand on your hip.

“Damn, you’re so sensitive, it was a joke.” He said mawkishly and your irritation continued blooming so you refused to look at him, “Y/N, you’re clearly in your head about something and now you’re taking it out on me.” He said and you sighed.

“I’m not taking anything out on you, Steven. I’m just thinking some stuff through.” You shared with him.

“Stuff like…?” He pressed.

“Like…my ex, Harry.” You said and he straightened up at the mention of Harry’s name.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He asked with a sardonic smile and you put down the carrot and glanced up at him.

“You asked.” You emphasized and he huffed out a sarcastic laugh, “I’m not done, so listen up because it’s good news for you.” You said and he clenched his jaw and nodded, “Well he’s in town and he asked to see me so we could talk,” You explained and Steven’s expression twisted into a disconcerting look, “so earlier I met up with him and we talked-”

“Wait.” He cut you off, “Why the hell would you think to go see your ex?” He asked you, fully offended over what you’d done this afternoon.

“I went to get closure! And well, considering we’ve been talking about starting a relationship in the near future it’s good for us that I just close that door for good.” You explained and he shook his head.

“And you didn’t think to tell me about this before you went there?”

“It happened so fast and I know you were meeting clients all day so I-”

“You should have at least asked if I was fine with you doing that!” He groaned with frustration and you frowned.

“Like…ask you for permission?” You asked and he shook his head.

“Don’t put words in my mouth, Y/N.” He snapped quickly.

“I’m not, I was asking for clarification. You said I should’ve asked if it was alright with you before going. Is that not asking for permission?” You asked and he sighed.

“Look, not permission but like…at least consider me! Like, have me be there so he doesn’t get any ideas.” He said and you looked at him like he was completely delusional.

“W-what?!” You asked in disbelief, “Why would I invite you into a conversation with me and my ex about our old relationship?” You questioned.

“Because, I need to make sure nothing weird is going on! And if you didn’t want me there, which you clearly didn’t, then you should’ve asked if I was cool with you going to meet him all alone! It makes me uncomfortable to think of you two alone.” He said and you were complete confused at his logic.

“And what if you said that no, I couldn’t go?” You asked.

“I would’ve said no and you would’ve not gone.” He rebutted confidently and you were in total shock, “You have no business talking to him again, Y/N.” He added and you sighed and shook your head in exasperation.

“I wanted answers and an apology, Steven. I am owed at least that! And he took responsibility. He was able to give that to me.” You said and he scoffed.

“You’re…you’re so fucking naive.” He said and you looked at him in confusion, “It’s a test. He was testing you! Testing you to see if you’re still loyal to him. Testing to see if he still has power over you! And guess what? By going there all alone the moment he called you up, you confirmed that for him. You confirmed that he still owns you!” He was speaking to you in the most belittling way. You felt your rage flaring up inside of you.

“What are you even saying?!” You scoffed in disbelief, “It was just a conversation! I was in and out of there in less than 10 minutes!” You laughed incredulously.

“10 minutes? Really? That alone fucked you up so much you couldn’t talk to me?” He asked with a sardonic look on his face and you rolled your eyes, “See now, I’m not so sure that something else didn’t happen between you two.” He soft-launched his accusation and you scoffed.

“Nothing happened! I’m telling you that he said what he needed to say and I just left!” You explained, “I’m just thinking on it because I don’t feel right about just having left like that.” You explained, “It was awkward, the way I handled it. I didn’t even ask him if he had any questions for me or anything else to say, I was selfish. I just got the apology I needed and that was that.” You said a bit sadly and his jaw clenched for a second before biting down on the inside of his cheek.

“You promise that was it?” He asked you after a few moments of silence.

“I promise! Literally we just talked.” You reiterated and he nodded.

“Fine. I’m sorry.” He said grumpily, like a child who is dying inside because they had to apologize. You imagined he was feeling a bit ashamed or even embarrassed for jumping to conclusions like that and being so off the mark. So you walked up to him and hugged him tight as you rested your head against his chest. You relaxed in his arms and smiled when you felt his hand grab your jaw and angle up your face. Your eyes met for a few tense seconds, you were preparing for him to ardently kiss you but suddenly his hand fell from your jaw and grabbed around your throat, right beneath your jaw. Your eyes widened in fear as his grip got a bit tighter by the second. His eyes were dark as he stared into yours.

“S-steven.” You gasped in concern as you started to run out of oxygen. You tried to wiggle out of his grip, eyes watery and full of fear as your nails dug into his wrist hoping to startle him out of whatever possessed him to do this.

“I don’t want you talking to or seeing him again. Never again. Do you understand me?” He demanded and you felt your entire body just turn cold. You had no idea how to even react to this change in Steven’s demeanor so you just nodded. “You��re going to be mine soon and I need to know that I can trust you fully.” He said “I want to trust you. But can I? Can I trust you to stay away from him?” he asked and you nodded again, you’d do anything to get out of this situation, “Then say it. Swear to me.” He insisted darkly as he loosened his grip around you.

“I-I’ll never talk to him or see him again.” You whispered, “I swear.” You insisted with tearful eyes and he let you go before walking out of the kitchen silently.

You grabbed onto the counter because your legs unexpectedly lost their strength. You were panting, struggling so hard to breathe as this entire interaction processed in your brain. You suddenly felt extremely nauseated as a wave of fear overcame you. You trembled wordlessly for a bit, feeling so devastatingly mortal. You’d never had such little power. You’d never felt so small. After a short, uncomfortable, and contemplative moment you grabbed the carrot you had been working on and got back to grating. You just had to take deep breaths and grate.

You were walking on egg shells for the remainder of the night, doing anything and everything to act as normal as possible and not bait him into another aggression. Meanwhile, he was genuinely chatting with you so casually, as if he hadn’t just grabbed you by the throat like that. It terrified you that he wasn’t acting, he was genuinely fine. You were questioning yourself now, wondering if there were signs you missed? Granted, you were now getting into more serious turf, but there was nothing that you’d seen before that indicated towards him ever behaving this way. Even as you lay in bed attempting to get some rest you just stared at your ceiling thinking about that moment. How dark his eyes looked…did you need to tell someone? It’s not like he’d actually hurt you…or threatened you…he just made you promise to stay away from Harry. There wasn’t even a mark on you. Who would believe you or what could you even do about it?

He sweetened up intensely after that though and it had your mind reeling. Even when you’d had sex earlier he had been so possessive. Normally, any type of sensual talk got you going but when he told you he was “going to make you his” as he finished it didn’t have the usual or intended effect, it made you feel uneasy and made you regret having slept with him after what had happened earlier on. You immediately hopped into the shower because you just needed to wash off the memory of him of on you. You held in your tears because you thought he would join you but he just called out a goodbye after some minutes. But even in your solitude you were practically frozen and emotionless. You’d never experienced him like that and it worried you, so you decided to talk to your friend about it.

*****************

You were nervous to talk to Marie about this because she was also his cousin, but you just needed to know if there was a history to Steven that you didn’t know yet. Maybe he’d done something like this before, just got aggressive and overly possessive with another partner? Or perhaps he’d been cheated on and severely overreacted because of his past hurt? But Marie’s sort of distant demeanor should’ve tipped you off that things were not going to be good with this conversation.

“Thanks for meeting me. I actually wanted t-to talk to you about something important.” You said as soon as the waiter left after bringing your drinks. “Something that happened w-with Steven.” You said and she pulled away from her straw.

“Look, you don’t need to tell me what happened, Y/N.” She interjected, “Steven already told me.” She said flatly and for a second her anger seemed just. You were glad she was angry at him for you. “And look I love you and you’re my friend, but quite frankly, I can’t believe you’d go and hook up with Harry after how good Steven has been to you.” She said and your jaw dropped in shock.

“W-wait what?” You asked incredulously.

“Don’t do that with me, Y/N. I know how weak you are for Harry.” She said and you shook your head, “I mean…I did warn Steven early on t-to be careful and take his time with you because you’d probably cave and run back to Harry.” She said and you frowned, “But after all this time? I mean Jesus, Y/N! The man pretended like you didn’t exist for almost a year! How little self respect do you have t-to allow him back in after everything?!” She questioned you with disappointment and a harsh judgement.

“Is that really what you think of me?” You asked her and she sighed.

“Look, I’m sorry for being so harsh but I love you and I’m angry at you for cheating on my cousin. He’s a good guy!” She defended her stance and you shook your head.

“I didn’t cheat on your cousin. We’re not even in an official or exclusive relationship so even if I had fooled around with Harry he has nothing to be upset over! He’s the one who hasn’t wanted to be exclusive yet!” You corrected and Marie smiled incredulously down at her drink, “You don’t have to believe me about Harry if you don’t want but believe this, Steven? He’s not a good guy.” You said and she looked up at you again fully offended.

“Y/N, look-”

“No, listen to me. I just need you t-to hear me out. Last night he…h-he grabbed me really hard by the throat and made me swear I would never talk to or see Harry again. He terrified me.” You confessed and her eyes didn’t even soften up, “I came t-to ask if maybe I’d struck a nerve by mistake, looking to justify how he behaved towards me but the fact that he got to you first and lied about what happened…that just confirmed to me that I want nothing to do with him. He’s a ticking time bomb and I refuse to be collateral damage.” You said as you stood from your seat.

“How dare you.” She said and stood as well and you shook your head. “You can’t just go around throwing accusations about someone like that! Especially about this sort of thing! It could ruin him, Y/N!” She said with a quiet and calculated rage.

“Believe what you want, but I want nothing to do with either of you ever again.” You said to her and walked off. When you sat in your car you were trembling with rage, you could not believe the last 24 hours of your life. You were just collecting yourself before taking off, you didn’t want to get on the road with that much anger flowing through your veins. You jumped in surprise when your phone started ringing loudly from your purse and you groaned and reached for it and when you saw Harry’s name on the screen you just felt a wave of comfort and then it turned into fear. You knew Steven wasn’t here but you couldn’t help but glance around your immediate surroundings before answering the call.

“Hello?” You spoke into the receiver tentatively.

“Y/N, I ummm, I need you to come down to my hotel right away if you can.” He said to you and you felt your stomach drop.

“W-why?” You asked him nervously.

“Your boyfriend broke into my suite and tried to attack me.” He said and you gasped. “Are you alright?” You asked instantly.

“Yeah, thankfully. But now h-he’s telling the officers that you put him up to this.” He said lowly, “Just come and we’ll sort this out.” He assured.

“Okay, I’ll be there soon.” You said and took off despite your heightened emotions.

Just before you arrived to Harry’s suite you saw a pair of officers guide Steven away down the hall in hand cuffs. He had a bandage over his nose and a busted lip. He barely held eye contact with you as they pulled him along. You rushed down the hall and hurried into the open suite more than relieved to see a paramedic only icing Harry’s hand while he talked to one of the officers looming over him.

“Oh my god, I’m glad you’re okay!” You exclaimed in relief and he stood right away and hugged you tight as you leaned into him and that’s when all of your emotions from even the night before caught up with you and you started to cry.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s alright. I’m alright.” He assured you lowly.

“Yeah, but sometimes you minimize things to not worry anyone so…” you reminded and he chuckled a little as you pulled back, “I’m so sorry about this, H. Sincerely. Genuinely! I-I can’t believe he went as far as pulling something like this.” You expressed, still quite flabbergasted at what had gone down. Harry rubbed over your back in comforting circles.

“It’s alright. I’m alright.” He assured you, “He’s worse off than I am.” He smirked a bit as he delivered this news.

“Oh, I saw.” You chuckled through your tears and he hummed. “You’re not gonna get into any trouble, are you?” You asked.

“No, love.” He assured you, “I acted in self-defense so we’re all clear there. He did give me a good scare though.” He said more seriously and you sighed.

“This never should have happened…I just don’t get it where this came from? I swear, this is not at all like him! I’ve never seen him behave this way in the couple months we’ve been seeing each other. Even last night was just so out of character for how he’s always been towards me! And I’m not trying to make excuses for him. Clearly this is fucked-”

“Wait. What happened last night?” Harry asked you more seriously and you sighed and shook your head.

“Nothing, really.” You said to him and he gave you a look, not a scary one, just an insistent one. You sighed and shrugged, “Last night when I…when I told him we met up to talk and get closure he got really angry at me. Like, he was livid. It was truly an overreaction to me mentioning that I was really happy over having received that apology from you but that I felt like I had been awkward about it and left it weird with us.” You explained, “Then, he asked why I didn’t ask for permission t-to talk to you or see you or why I didn’t ask him to come with me? And I explained that I agreed to meet with you so that we could clear the air so that I could move on with him in peace and he accused me of fooling around with you.” You explained monotonously as you felt like you were there all over again, “I assured him we just talked and he then pretended like it was fine and apologized half-heartedly… and I went in to hug him but then it’s like a switch flipped.” You recounted what had happened, “I thought he was going t-to kiss me but he…” your voice faded out into an exhale, “H-he grabbed me so hard by the throat and made me swear that I wouldn’t see o-or talk to you ever again-”

“Miss?” One of the officers interrupted and you turned towards the officer as Harry released you just a bit.

“Yes?” You asked softly.

“Can you elaborate more on this altercation?” He asked and you swallowed thickly.

“I don’t want to get anyone in trouble.” You said softly, eyes now laser focused on Harry’s dangling pendant as your vision started to blur with more building tears. You were scared more than worried about getting Steven into any more trouble and Harry could see that. “Love, look at me.” Harry insisted and you blinked rapidly as one of your tears trickled down your cheek before you looked up at him, “If he did anything to scare you, you need to report it.” He said, “He’s fucked as it is for this, he can’t do anything to you ever again. He won’t.” Harry assured you and you nodded.

You proceeded to explain what had happened and how he had grabbed you. You explained that you felt intimidated and frozen and unsure of what to do next after the altercation. You were asked why you didn’t call the police or make a report and you explained that you didn’t think there was anything to report. He hadn’t technically hit you or injured you. You had no visible marks on you or anything to prove this apart from the fear you’d been harboring ever since. But the officer informed you that even a forceful grab is considered assault in the sate of California. And that speaking to you that way, exerting any tactics to make you feel subdued or intimidated were also considered acts of aggression and intimidation that were reportable offenses. And after a few more questions and you assuring them that he had never done anything like this to you before they moved back to the situation with Harry. With police reports filed they went on their way and you offered to get Harry a new place to spend the rest of his trip.

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It was just a few hours later and you were sitting in your living room waiting for Harry to come out of the shower and for his lawyer to arrive. You felt awful for this whole thing with Steven, you really had no idea he was a psycho like this. Marie had actually tried calling you almost 20 times and had sent you about 15 texts asking you to call back and that she was sorry for not believing you earlier. You were still too angry at her to respond so you put your phone on “Do Not Disturb” and just focused on the TV and wondered if it was a good idea to have brought Harry to your home. You had found another place for him to stay but before you booked it he asked if it would be alright to use your guest room because he was concerned for your safety since Steven knew where you lived.

His concerns were valid. And you knew that Steven was well connected and had several lawyer friends who you were sure could get him out on bail by the morning, so you agreed to let him stay. You just didn’t want to also put Harry in harm’s way again. You would never forgive yourself if Steven did anything to hurt him. All in all, none of this felt real, you felt like you were in an unhinged daytime soap episode just waiting for another tragedy to befall you and those in your life. You were so on edge that you flinched in fright when the doorbell rang. Once the shiver passed through your body you hurried over to see through the peephole and saw Harry’s lawyer waiting there.

“Hi Darius.” You greeted him with a smile and he smiled back upon seeing you as well. It’d been quite a while.

“Y/N! Wow!” He chuckled, “It’s so great to see you!” He greeted you happily as you led him inside.

“Likewise! I think Harry’s just finishing up his shower, he had quite the day.” You said as you locked up behind him and he sighed.

“Yeah. I’m so sorry to hear about that. But I’m glad he’s safe and that you’re also safe.” He assured you and you thanked him before guiding him over to the kitchen and allowing him to get set up while you went to grab the Coca-cola he’d requested.

It was just a couple of minutes before Harry joined you two and caught up a bit with Darius before he got into the story of what happened. Harry was going to follow through on pressing charges and he was even more motivated to get it all done ASAP when he heard what Steven had done to you the night before. He wanted to give Darius his statement as well while it was fresh in his memory so that it matched up perfectly to what he’d told the police and so he started answering the questions while Darius recorded and took notes as well. But hearing it in detail for yourself made it all the more sinister for you. You weren’t even thinking about it all that deeply when you reached for Harry’s hand under the table and he paused and briefly looked at you.

“Sorry.” You mouthed and started to pull it away from him but he instead tangled your fingers together and kept talking.

You stayed at his side for the rest of the time until Darius left, assuring you both that he’d let you know as soon as any headway was made in this case. With a final farewell you were locking up behind him as Harry waited for you just a small distance away. You sighed and turned to him.

“I’m so, so sorry about this, Harry. If I had know that he would do something like this… I mean, I just shouldn’t have said anything to him about you or-”

“Hey, it’s not your fault. How were you supposed to know, love?” He asked as he grabbed your face gently, right under your jaw and you swallowed thickly and he quickly slid his hands down to your shoulders. “Shit, I’m sorry. I forgot.” He said and you shook your head.

“It’s alright. It’s still fresh.” You reminded and he sighed and shook his head.

“I’m sorry…if I had just come back to you when I was supposed to we wouldn’t be in this mess.” He said and you sighed.

“You weren’t happy though, I mean…you preferred to be alone all this time instead of back with me so…it was the right thing for you at the time.” You said to him.

“You forgive me though, right? For not…” he trailed off and you nodded.

“Yeah, H.” You assured him and he pecked your lips quickly.

“Thank you.” He said quietly.

“Of course.” You whispered back. Your lips still tingling from his quick kiss.

“Sorry, I just needed to kiss you.” He said and you smiled slightly.

“I get it.” You assured him. “D-do you want to…sleep with me?” You asked with a little bit of hesitation.

“Yeah, love.” He said without a hint of a doubt, “Of course. I’m a bit shaken up myself.” He said and you nodded.

“C’mon then.” You said and grabbed his hand and guided him to your bedroom. You guys washed up and then cuddled into your bed.

You faced each other silently, just looking at each other, taking each other in. You were telling each other you had missed each other with your shared, longing gaze, but you refused to touch. You both loved the static and electric feeling buzzing between your bodies far too much. It was masochism in its purest form. It hurt to be apart, you missed his vibe. His energy. His presence…Harry was a warm, little ball of light, even on his dark days. He was the kindest, most thoughtful person you’d been is fortunate to encounter. He was so hard on himself also, and you knew he was angry at himself right now. You didn’t want him to be though, you wanted him to be here with you and enjoying this reunion, however unfortunate the situation was that led to it.

The amount of love you felt for him was impossible. As you laid in silence you smiled because you had truly missed the sound of his breathing. You inhaled his exhales, feeling more than grateful to be within his reach. You wanted to feel him on you, skin to skin. You shivered as you felt this intense love just surge through you.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” You said softly and sincerely. His eyes glanced down, averting from your gaze as he smiled in disbelief. “I mean it.”

“Even after all this time?” He asked, “After everything I’ve done?”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t hurt by you.” You smiled and he chuckled, “But yeah, I still love you despite those things.”

“Enough to give me another chance?” He asked.

“I…I mean, yeah.” You chuckled nervously. “And I don’t know i-if I’m a complete fool for that?! But I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, baby. More so lately…” he said and you hummed.

“Why’s that?” You asked.

“Umm…I was cleaning out your side of things. Like to send ‘em back to you and I just…I found this little box in the corner on your side of the closet-”

“The memory box!” You exclaimed, remembering its existence.

“Yeah…I just got to see all of the wonderful things we’ve shared together. How you’ve been there for absolutely everything. You’ve never let me down.” He said softly, “And I just…felt like a total fool for dismissing that. Nothing feels the same without you, you’re the thing that just…tied everything together, you know? You made my heart feel…whole.” He explained, “When I say that I miss you that’s what I mean. I’ve been incomplete without you around, Y/N. I’ve been missing you from everything. I’m so sorry that I waited until I almost lost you to reach out to you…” he whispered with shame. You frowned and reached for his cheek

“Everything happens for a reason, honey.” You whispered, “I mean, I’m glad you came along at this time because you saved me from a potentially dangerous situation.” You said more solemnly.

“I’m glad I was here for this. May-maybe this is a…sign of sorts for you to come back home with me.” He said a bit carefully.

Harry was nervous to bring this up to you but he really just didn’t want you staying anywhere near this man. He wanted to be certain that he could keep you safe, that he could protect you and ensure that you were never so easily in harm’s way again. And on top of that, his love for you continued simmering lowly in the background, it had never gone out. He just fled out of fear and he regretted it so much. He had been selfish and didn’t realize it until far too late. It filled him with gratitude that you’d even hear him out for an apology, let alone give him another chance. A chance that he may have blown with this suggestion he’d just put out there.

“Ummm…I…I’m not sure w-what to say to that.” You responded honestly, “Like, my first instinct is to say yes.” You chuckled nervously and while he was relieved to hear that, he held off his excitement to hear what would come next, “But like you’ve acknowledged a couple times already, we’ve been apart for a while and I think we both hurt each other to some extent and I worry that…in jumping right back into where we left things off that we’ll forget about all of the issues that led to us breaking down instead of working through them.” You said and he hummed.

“Yeah, that’s extremely valid.” He responded, “And I guess I want this right now mainly because I don’t want you here all alone.” He explained, “I realize we have things to work through before we can get to where we were before all this. And I’m so willing to put in the work with you to get to that stage again. But right now I just want to ensure that you’re safe and far away from that prick, Steven. That’s my main concern as of now, baby.”

“Well thank you for worrying about me. I would love to leave with you but I don’t think it’d be a smart move.” You sighed.

“Even just for a few weeks until things cool off a bit? I can set you up somewhere else even.” He said and you bit your lip pensively.

“I’ll think about it.” You responded.

“Okay, that’s…that’s enough for me.” He whispered back.

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It was a couple weeks later when Steven finally showed up at your place. Obviously you had the locks changed, so his key didn’t work, which really angered him. And when you heard him shouting at you and pounding on the door, threatening to break in if you didn’t allow him in, you immediately called the cops as you had a restraining order filed against him. You also recorded everything this time as you tried to calmly coax him into leaving before they showed up. He was angry that Harry was pressing charges against him and he wanted you to talk him out of it. You knew better than to say anything about Harry’s case, so instead you asked Steven how he even got access to Harry’s location. Up until this point it was all speculation, you just assumed he grabbed the information off of your phone, that really was the only way. But there was no proof yet that this was a premeditated aggression on Steven’s end. So when he confessed to you that he searched for the information on your phone you were relieved and would submit that as further evidence to get a more strict order against him.

He refused to leave and the longer you didn’t let him in the angrier he got and even broke a window. Thankfully, the police were just arriving when this happened and they submitted an Emergency Protective Order, this was far more strict than the restraining order but that was really all they could do. You really didn’t feel safe anymore so the next morning you contacted your landlord and explained to her what had happened and let her know that you’d have to terminate your lease early for your safety. She was kind and didn’t make you pay the extra fee or even make you finish out a whole month, she just hoped you’d fine somewhere else soon.

You contacted Harry and of course, he said you could stay with him for a little bit. You felt stupid for not just doing that to begin with like he had suggested. But the reality was that he had also hurt you and let you down and you were worried about what moving in together again so soon would do to impact your future. But for the time being this felt like the safest choice. Steven knew your friends and co-workers in the area thanks to Marie, so there was no one you could go to in LA that you felt he wouldn’t think of. It pained you to quit your job and pack up your life and go, but you needed to. Of course, Harry welcomed you with open arms and you were grateful to know that you were a whole continent and ocean away from LA right now.

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It had been three weeks of you living with Harry and things had been going well so far. You felt drained though, like completely fatigued from everything, you often felt this way when you were anxious or depressed so you prioritized reconnecting with your therapist from before right away. You were seeing her every week so far and were eager to see and feel the results of doing this deep and healing work after what had happened to you and Harry in LA. You also reconnected with a few friends and they were helping you network a bit to find a job. Harry assured you that he was more than capable to take care of you but you didn’t feel comfortable with that, especially since your romantic future together was still a bit up in the air.

You two were doing well, you were reconnecting as friends more than anything right now. Living with him was comfortable though, you had lived together before though, so you knew how to exist in the same space together. You soon noticed that just being in a situation that was familiar to you both was making you both more affectionate towards each other though, which you both had been working hard to keep at bay. Of course, the feelings were there, but having those little things that reminded you, you weren’t alone made you smile, like now…

“Baby, I’m home! Are you here?” Harry called as he came into the house.

“Yeah, I’m in the laundry room!” You called back over the rumble of the washing machine as you folded your laundry. Moments later he was coming into the small, warm room with a smile on his face.

“Hi, love! How was it today?” He asked as he came up to you and hugged you.

“It was good. I met with Poppy and her friend, Sheila, she’s the one who just started up her own tanner line or something and needs an accountant? She’s interested, so I’m meeting with her and her partner again her next week when she’s back from her vacation to see about the position.” You shared.

“That’s really good. Hopefully it pans out.”

“I hope so too.” You said as you dropped the t-shirt you were working on in the basket with folded laundry so that you could interlace your fingers as you clung to him.

“And like I said before though, no rush, okay? You’re doing plenty to help out here. And after everything else you’ve been through, taking it slow can’t hurt.” He added.

“Thank you. I really do appreciate that, H.” You smiled.

“Of course, love.” He hummed. You pulled back slowly and looked into each other’s eyes. “I’m really happy you’re here.” He reassured you.

“Thank you, baby.” You whispered.

“Baby?” He asked with a grin and you rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Well, I mean…you call me that, so…”

“It feels right, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.” You agreed with a smile.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whispered with a smile. He tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your cheek.

“Can I kiss your for real?” He asked you quietly and you just nodded. Moments later your lips met in a tentative kiss. There was a little bit of hesitation at first but seconds later you were kissing with more depth. Your hands held his as he cupped your face tenderly as you continued to kiss. You’d kissed very quickly a handful of times since your arrival but nothing like this where you could feel yourself getting all hot and bothered by it.

“Baby…” you mumbled into the kiss.

“Right…sorry.” He hummed and let you go breaking the kiss abruptly and you chuckled as you blindly reached down your leg and finally grabbed the dryer sheet that was half hanging out of the dryer and tickling your leg. You crumbled it up and tossed it in the garbage bin just a few feel away from you before turning back and looking up to him.

“You can continue now.” You said with a small smile and he grinned before picking you up and setting you on the dryer as your mouths met with more urgency. Your kiss and need started to grow and grow and boil over very quickly.

It really wasn’t planned when he carried you to his room and got you undressed. Even though you’d yet to resolve everything from before, you didn’t feel worried or wrong about this. You felt comfortable and beautiful as you felt his bare skin against your own. You were eagerly awaiting it as he kissed down your body and made you feel so good along the way. He wasted no time in getting down and going down on you, showing you just how much he had missed you. He savored you and gave you his best until you were starting to lose your grip on reality.

“Oh fuck, I missed you…” you giggled through a moan as his tongue did it’s wonderful work between your legs. You were tingling all over as he flicked over your clit until you were trembling and then he started to suck, “Oh my god!” You gasped as your eyes started to roll back. “I’m getting so close!” You warned.

Your lips parted and you started to pant when he started to work two fingers into you. Your breath hitched when he curved them up into your g-spot. You felt your body melt into the bed for a second before he started to fuck into you harden until you were so tense your legs trembled as you started to come. The soft moans flowing from your lips were egging Harry on, making him even more hungry for you. You pulled him back up to you and your lips met eagerly as you reached for the button of his jeans.

“Want ‘em off?” He asked and you nodded, “Sure, baby?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, baby. I want you. I need you.” You whispered and he smiled before kissing your lips quickly before pulling back a bit.

“I just…I need you to know that if we do this I want us t-to be the thing that means we’re going to try again.” He said and your gaze softened, “Obviously, I’ve missed your body and having you like this, but this is more than that to me. I want it to be more than that.” He said and you nodded.

“I do too, baby. I want to try again. I really do.” You said to him with welled up eyes and he smiled and kissed you slowly again.

“You are everything to me.” He mumbled as you helped get his pants off blindly as he tugged the material down, “I’m never going to forget that again. I swear it, baby. You make me so fucking happy.” He panted as he toed off the pants before he climbed over you and pulled you up with him towards the the top of the bed. You climbed over his lap and kissed his passionately. Harry’s hands roamed your naked body with expertise. He knew the spots to touch and to pay mind to as you guys worked up to the love-making bit. You too appreciated his body. You touched and kissed over his body and took his length into your mouth, working him up just a bit more before you two had sex.

“Shit, baby…fuck that’s so good!” He groaned as you sunk down on him until you gagged around his tip. You weren’t as used to his size as you once were.

“Careful, baby. Go easy.” He reminded as he stroked over your cheek lovingly before running his thumb along your stretched out bottom lip. He loved seeing how you fit him in your hot little mouth. It had his abs clenching hard as you rolled and fondled his heavy balls in your hands until he was fighting the urge to start thrusting in your mouth. “Baby, please…please, I need you.” He panted and you popped off of him and glanced up at him.

“Can I get on?” You asked and he swallowed thickly.

“A-are you sure you want this?” He asked and you nodded.

“I do, H. I want this with you. I want everything with you. Everything that we had, I want it all back. I love you more than anything in the wor-” he cut you off with his kiss and laid you down. You were dying of impatience as hi heavy erection glided against your slicked up and swollen folds, you were so ready to have him back.

“I love you. I love you so much.” He whispered as he lined up to your entrance.

“I love you too. Please just…I need you.” You begged and so he pushed forward until he was sinking deep in your hot, wet little hole until he bottomed out.

You hissed as you adjusted back to his size, he was great about it, so patient and eager to get you going by rubbing over your clit until you were so wet you were sliding up and down his shaft. He watched you hungrily as you lifted your hips up and down to feel him moving inside of you. But it got to the point where he needed to take over and just get you both to come. His thrusts were deep and slow, he was bottoming out with each one, it was making your brain blank each and every time he sunk into the deepest part of you. Your body was tingling and your walls fluttering and pulsing around him with every movement. Everything felt so good with him. He was looking down at you with so much adoration it was making you even more emotional.

“Baby, baby don’t cry.” He chuckled as he kissed your forehead as a few tears streamed down your cheek.

“It just feels so…good.” You sniffled and he kissed you quickly, “It feels so good to be with you.” You hummed as you rolled your hips up against his and he moaned lowly and kissed you again.

“Yeah? Are you gonna come for me?” He asked and you nodded. “Good girl, let me know when you’re getting close.”

“I will.” You whined out as he delved deep and ground against you until your eyes squeezed shut, “Shit!” You gasped as he started thrusting a bit faster into that spot until you just felt yourself leaking around.

“Fuck…” he laughed, “Fuck, you’re so wet f’me, I-I’m getting close.” He panted and you whined and started to rub your clit to catch up to him.

In a few moments you were right there on the edge with him. Your back was arching as you moaned his name as your orgasm nearly took you out. Your ears were ringing and your vision was blurring as you started to come around him. He started to thrust faster to get off, but he was drawing out your orgasm until you were trembling.

“Fuck…fuck, I’m coming!” He warned as he started to press himself up to pull out. “Oh fuuuuck…” he moaned as he started to stroke himself as he came all over your mound. He thrusted his sensitive cock through your folds, making a little mess of you before kissing you ardently. “I love you. Love you so fucking much.” He whispered, his voice cracked as he started to cry and you pulled him into your chest and held him tight as you both just let your raw emotions out in this moment.

You both needed it desperately. After he settled down he hurried to get something to clean you off and then you started to talk about you two. What you wanted, what you hoped to see in the future. You’d had these conversations before but even now the things that Harry was saying to you were complete different than before. Losing you seemed to be the thing that woke him up to how much he’d been taking you for granted. He’d gotten used to it, he’d gotten complacent at your expense.

“It’s going to be so different this time.” He said softly as he looked deep in your eyes, “I will be different this time.” He assured and you sighed.

“I believe you…there’s just a little part of me that is still not ready to let you back in.” You explained after he had explained how he was going to show up for you from now on, “I want to just trust you fully, but I’m afraid that you’ll make a fool of me again. That you’ll hurt me again.” You explained, “And I know y-you won’t but I just need to let you know that I’m still learning to trust you fully again.” You explained. “So please just…be a little patient with me.” You requested and he smiled.

“I know, baby. I will be patient with you and I will do everything I can to prove to you that I will never do anything to make you doubt choosing me again.” He said and kissed you slowly. You smiled into the kiss and let him pull you closer to him again and that’s how you fell asleep, nestled close together.

….. ONE MONTH LATER ….

In this short amount of time things had drastically shifted between you and Harry. You’d started to go on a date a week, doing thoughtful things for each other, sharing your feelings as they arose, communicated openly…he’d matured a lot in your time apart and helped you overcome your fears faster than you anticipated. You were so proud of him and it was spilling over into every moment. Like now, you were filled with a surge of love as you wandered into the kitchen to see him pulling out your favorite salad dressing from the fridge.

“Hiya, baby. What’re you up to?” You asked.

“Just making us your favorite salad for a light lunch.” He said.

“Wow, lunch already?” you asked and he smiled as you went over to him and hugged him from the back as you peeked over to his hands, eager to direct him on how much dressing he needed to add.

“Yeah, love!” He chuckled, “We had breakfast at 8! It’s already past 2pm.” He informed you and that surprised you. But you’d been so sucked into your work that it was very possible that you forgot to even feel hungry.

“Oh, I didn’t realize.” You explained and he frowned a bit.

“Baby, have you been feeling alright? It’s not just today, I’ve noticed that you haven’t had much of an appetite at all lately.” He pointed out and you frowned as you gave it some thought and realized that yeah, this was something you’d been feeling for at least two weeks. Maybe it was intense PMS? You hadn’t gotten your period since moving here, so you hoped it was just your body finally catching up with itself.

“You’re right…I mean, I have very visceral reactions to stress and big changes…I mean, my whole body and system have just been out of whack for a little but they’ll balance out again.” You assured him and he hummed.

“That’s true, it’s been hectic for you.” He said as he opened up the dressing bottle, “Honestly, I was thinking that-” he stopped as you gagged as the scent of the dressing wafting up towards you. You had to let him go and go hunch yourself over the sink as you felt the scent of the dressing just linger in your nose and mouth. “Baby…?” Harry came over and rubbed your back slowly, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah…” you grimaced, “But I think the dressing is bad. Didn’t you smell that? It was rank!” You turned to him with a disgusted look on your face and he frowned.

“I didn’t smell anything. You look a bit awful now though. You’re all pale.” He said feeling your forehead and you exhaled slowly to ward off the nausea that you suddenly felt making your head spin.

“I might throw up, the dressing smells so bad.” You explained and he frowned and turned to the counter and brought it up to his nose and it smelled just fine to him. He even checked the bottle for the usage date and it was still good.

“This is fine…should I mix your salad with something else then?” He asked and you shook your head.

“I think I’m fine. I’ll just have some toast.” You said and he nodded. Eventually, you had to go back to your “office” and leave him hanging for lunch because you could not handle the look and scent of the salad, especially that dressing. By the time dinner rolled around you were still feeling a little off so you just had some veggies in a chicken broth and that was that.

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You’d truly forgotten about your sensitive sense of smell until once again, you were assailed by an unbearable scent. Except this time it had happened at your friend, Poppy’s house. And this time you did actually get sick.

“God, I’m so sorry, P.” You apologized as you returned to her kitchen with embarrassment, “I swear its not your cooking, my nose has just been so sensitive lately and I get to grossed out by certain scents. I’m not sure what exactly yet though.” You explained to her.

“God, you sound like my sister when she got pregnant.” Poppy chuckled and you froze. That hadn’t even crossed your mind. Yeah, you’d missed your period for the last two months but literally everything impacted your period, your cycle was fickle, especially when you were under as much stress as you’d been. You weren’t surprised that it hadn’t come at all. Truly, this wasn’t new to you, especially when you were stressed out, regardless of whether or not you were on the pill (which you weren’t after moving back here, you’d run out the week before you came out). Then, you recalled that when you and Harry had sex the first time he hadn’t used a condom. Yeah, he’d pulled out but that was never a guarantee.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Poppy asked you with concern.

“I think I should probably take a test just to rule that out. I mean, it’s…very unlikely but I was a bit irresponsible a bit ago and just need some peace of mind.” You said.

“Okay, I have some in my bathroom, let me get you one.” She offered and you nodded so she hurried off to get it for you.

You were sure you were good, but you just needed to see it for yourself. There was absolutely no way you could be pregnant, you weren’t ready for that. Harry wasn’t ready for that. Like emotionally you guys were, but you had just rekindled your relationship, the last thing you needed was something this crazy to throw a wrench in things so quickly after you’d gotten back together.

“Alright, here you are, babe.” She said handing over the box as she came up to you again.

“Thanks.” You smiled nervously.

“W-would you mind if I did it here?” You asked her and she smiled and shook her head.

“Of course not.” She assured you and with that you were off to the bathroom again, sitting there, willing yourself to pee enough to saturate the stick and finally it came and you put the cap back on it and washed your hands before coming out. “I hate to be that person but what if you are pregnant?” She asked and you sighed.

“I have no idea…” you confessed through a nervous chuckle while you stared at the wall blankly, “I mean, H and I just…God, we’re just getting back into the groove of things. Throwing a baby into the mix at this time isn’t going to make anything easier. It’s just not what we need right now.” You explained to her.

“Yeah, I get that.” She chuckled, “Cam and I try and then we stop because of the same thing and like…ugh, it’s just a vicious cycle! And genuinely, if you have that many doubts it’s just that you’re not prepared for it, you know? That’s what I had to tell Cam after a few months.” She explained and you nodded in understanding. “I-if you are…what do you think Harry’d say?” She asked and you sighed.

“I have no fucking clue…” you admitted, “Obviously, before, we had said we wanted to have a family together. But again, that was before everything went to shit with us.” You sighed, “And like, we’re in such a good place right now…” you sighed, “Like I know he wouldn’t be a prick about it but we’re not quite ready for that yet.” You chuckled nervously and Poppy nodded in understanding.

“Well, don’t worry, you’ll see in a few minutes that everything is fine.” She smiled with encouragement.

You decided to believe her that everything was going to be fine. You were already booked for a full body, deep tissue massage next week with Poppy when your timer went off. You turned off the timer and then brought the test up closer and your heart stopped beating and you stopped breathing for what felt like an eternity. Staring right back at you, clear as day, were two little pink lines.

“Th-that means I’m…right?” You asked showing Poppy and she bit her lip nervously and nodded.

“Are you okay?” She asked you with concern and you just exhaled slowly. You were completely taken by surprise. Then you started to get worried.

“I ummm…I think I need to get home.” You said to her, still in shock. You swallowed thickly as you tried to imagine how Harry would react to the news that he would be a father.

“Do you want me to drive you over?” She offered, since you had walked from Harry’s to hers. It was just a 20 minute walk, you guys lived quite close.

“No, no, P, it’s alright. I think walking will be good for me, I need to…I need…” you trailed off as your eyes started to well up with tears as you started to imagine the worst case scenario.

“Hey…Hey, hey, hey, c’mere.” She said pulling you into her arms as you started to cry, “It’s going to be alright, babe. H is not gonna be angry, you know that.” She assured you as she rubbed comforting circles into your back as you held her tight. “You have options, yeah? You know that he’ll have your back no matter what.” She said and you nodded, “Let me get you home, yeah?”

“Okay.” You whispered to your best friend and she gave you one more squeeze before letting you go.

Once you got to your place she encouraged you to have a shower and that she’d get some tea going for you. You texted Harry that you needed him to come home as soon as possible, you didn’t want this solely on your chest for another minute. You took your time and when Harry started pulling into your driveway Poppy popped in and let you know before shouting a goodbye to you. You sighed and relished in the warm water for just another moment before turning off the water. You were soon reaching for your robe and slipping into it. You padded over to the mirror to wash your face and you bit your lip before untying the robe and looking over your body. You looked the same, you saw no evidence of a baby.

“Baby?” You heard Harry calling from downstairs. Soon, his footsteps were heard coming up the stairs and you quickly tied your robe up and got to lathering your face wash in your hands.

“In the bathroom!” You called back before rubbing it into your skin. He rushed into the bathroom and looked more than relieved to see you intact.

“Are you alright?” He asked and you sighed and quickly bent over to rinse your face. You then dabbed it dry as you reached for your toner.

“I think so…” you responded after a little bit, “I don’t know.” You sighed as you grabbed your moisturizer.

“Well what’s going on? Hmmm?” He asked you as he came over and kissed your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your middled and pulled you in closer and suddenly you had to throw up again. You gasped and wriggled out of his hold and turned around to face him. Your eyes started welling up with tears again and you were just building up the courage to say it. “Baby, you’re worrying me.” He said softly and you swallowed thickly.

“Ummm…I…I’m pregnant.” You said and his jaw slightly dropped. He let out a small and nervous laugh before he just pulled you back into his arms without a single word. You hugged him back and just held each other for a little bit.

“What do you want to do?” He finally asked you and you shook your head.

“I have no fucking clue…” you said and he let you go and hoisted you up onto the counter. You draped your arms over his shoulders as he held your thighs, “I mean, what do you think?” You asked and he sighed.

“I don’t fucking know…I mean, that’s gonna be our baby so I…like I’m inclined t-to give it a try. But at the same time I don’t know that our relationship is ready for something like this. I mean, I want this with you in a few years but we’re just getting started again.”

“I know…I don’t even know how this…like you pulled out.”

“I know, but it’s not always a guaranteed thing.” He said and you sighed.

“I should’ve said something then…” you shook your head as you rubbed your forehead with one of your hands.

“Hey, there’s no point for any would’ve-should’ve-s,” he said, “It’s gonna be alright. We’ll figure it out soon, okay?” You nodded, “Just take your time, baby. Whatever you decide, I have your back.” He assured you and you nodded. He grabbed your face and kissed your lips until you were smiling.

“Stoooop.” You giggled, “M’not in the mood.” You pouted through your smile and he smiled.

“I think you’re lying.” He hummed and you rolled your eyes. “Look, how about we get an appointment with the doctor and see how far along you are and maybe that’ll help us decide what we might want to do.” He said and you nodded.

“Yes, good thinking.” You smiled, “God, I was so scared to tell you.” You sighed and he tutted.

“What made you think to take a test?”

“I smelled something P was cooking and got sick.” You said, you felt tour cheeks growing hot in embarrassment. Harry chuckled and then furrowed his brows pensively.

“Didn’t you almost get sick at the salad dressing a bit ago?” He recalled and you chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s true…” you remembered, “I mean, I know I haven’t gotten my period but-”

“How was that not a sign?!” He chuckled in disbelief and you proceeded to explain how your period often skipped when you were under a lot of stress so this wasn’t an odd thing for you. But he was sweet, he was calm, but you could see the cogs just turning at full speed in his mind. You hoped he wasn’t angry at you, but you couldn’t help but think that he was and that he would run again. “I’m not angry, you know?” He mumbled softly and you glanced into his eyes and smiled a bit, “I can see it in your eyes, you know?” He whispered.

“You sure?”

“I am, baby. But I am…excited too…I mean, I don’t want to dwell on it too much incase we decide not to proceed with this but…I am. I mean, you’re the only person I want to have a life with. No matter how it happens, it’s you that I want to have babies with and raise them with and just share that experience with. So if you did want to continue with the pregnancy that would be good with me too.” He hummed.

“Okay. Thank you for your opinion.” You whispered before kissing his lips and hugging him tight against. You kissed at his neck as you just nestled yourself in the crook of it. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He smiled.

…. TWO DAYS LATER ….

You currently found your self peeing into a cup at the doctor’s office. You knew you were pregnant, but the doctor wanted to verify before they did an ultrasound to see where you were at. Once you finished you closed up the little jar and left it not he shelf as instructed. You washed your hands and then scurried across the hall and back into your room to see Harry intently reading the poster on the wall abut pregnancy.

“You know you get super horny during the second trimester.” He said in amusement, “As if you needed any more of that while pregnant…greedy.” He mumbled with a grin and you chuckled.

“You’re dumb.” You said as you went back over to the bench and sat again. You dangled your feet back and forth for a bit before Harry came over.

“What’re you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that…this is fucking insane.” You chuckled.

“In a good way?”

“Yeah…bad too.” You hummed and he nodded and leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“It’s going to be just fine, baby.” He assured you right as the doctor knocked at the door. “Come in!” Harry called and soon the woman was coming in.

“Hello, Y/N!” Dr. Sallow greeted you sweetly, “Glad you’re back!” She said with glee and you smiled.

“Thank you.” You replied, “And ummm, this is Harry, my…partner.” You said and she turned to him and smiled.

“Harry, wonderful to meet you.” She smiled and extended her hand and they shook them quickly before she walked over to the screen. “So, you’re here because you are pregnant.” She said and you nodded, “I can confirm that.” She smiled and Harry squeezed your knee when you inhaled sharply. It sort of felt official now. “So we can definitely do an ultrasound if you’d like, the room is available. Or did you have other questions?” she asked.

“Definitely an ultrasound. Want to know how far along I am and that sort of thing.”

“I’d assume fairly early if you’re just noticing any symptoms, so don’t be too disappointed if we don’t see much of anything just yet.” She forewarned and you both nodded. “Alright, I’m gonna have nurse Debbie set up the room and then she’ll escort you over and we’ll get a look at you.”

“Thank you.” You smiled and soon she excused herself before fluttering off to her next patient. You only waited a couple of minutes before nurse Debbie came to escort you to the ultrasound room and got you all set up. Harry was practically bouncing beside you with anxiety as he waited.

“Let me get the doctor.” Debbie said and hurried out. You glanced over to Harry.

“Hey, hold my hand.” You said and he dragged a chair over and interlocked your fingers. “I’m so excited to see.” You whispered and he grinned wide.

“Me too.” He confessed and you chuckled. “Maybe we…think a bit more about keeping it…” he suggested and you smiled a bit.

“Yeah? You mean it?” You asked softly and he nodded.

“I do, baby.” He smiled.

A few moments later Dr. Sallow was announcing herself again before coming in. She explained the procedure and then got the gel on you before grabbing the camera and gliding it over your tummy, looking for the best spot.

“Oh…there we are.” she hummed and Harry immediately shot upon seeing the image projected on the screen.

“Oh my god…” he whispered as he squeezed your hand tight and you smiled up at him quickly before you both glanced back over to the screen.

“So that there is the head and the arms and legs…” she pointed out and shifted the angle, “Do you want to know the sex?” She asked as she turned to you and you chuckled.

“That’s…ummm, isn’t it a bit early to know that?” You asked her and she shook her head.

“Not at all, we can tell as early as 10 week if the position is right.” She explained and you’re heart stopped.

“And I’m already 10 weeks along?” You asked shakily as the realization of what this meant started to settle in. You felt Harry starting to pull his hand away from yours.

“Oh no, you’re more like 14 weeks, dear.” She said and that’s when Harry completely pulled away from you and you felt the air completely leave your lungs. You turned to him and he just clenched his jaw as he ran his fingers through the top of his hair. “So do you want to know?” She asked and you were so frozen that you nodded quickly as your eyes teared up. “It’s a girl.” She said with a smiled and you just nodded.

“That’s…that’s so great.” You whispered and then brought a hand up over your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound as started to cry. Dr. Sallow turned to you quickly with concern and then you felt Harry’s hand grab yours again. You turned towards him and saw he was crying too. “I’m sorry.” You whispered and he shook his head.

“We’ll talk about it.” He said to you softly and you nodded.

“Is everything alright?” Dr. Sallow asked and you sniffled.

“Sorry, yes. I just didn’t mean to say that.” You explained and she apologized but you assured her it was fine.

You just wanted to get out of there… you were mortified. This wasn’t Harry’s baby and now you really had no idea what to do. You always used condoms with Steven, but now that you knew he was psycho, you had no doubt that he was capable of sabotaging you like this. More than anything you were so hurt and angry that he had taken this from you and Harry. For a second you almost turned and asked for an appointment for an abortion but you glanced at the screen and you were flooded with guilt for even thinking that.

“Ummm, I’d like to leave.” You said as you started to sit up and Dr. Sallow was quick to clean you off. Harry helped you off of the reclining seat and you were back on the road not even ten minutes later.

You were just silent the whole way home, you felt like shit. You felt awful for getting Harry all excited only to know that this was not his child you were carrying. You were so confused right now, you almost wanted to pinch yourself and hope you woke up. You could feel Harry continuously glancing over at you but you couldn’t look at him. There was no way you could look at him after this. It was over between you two…there was no way you could ask him to stay with you after this. It wouldn’t be fair to him. When you got to the house you made it to the stairwell and plopped down as you started to sob violently.

You moved to the side when you saw Harry coming over, assuming he was just going to go up to the bedroom. But then he crouched down and sat a step above you and pulled you into him by the shoulders.

“It’s o-”

“Don’t say it’s okay.” You cut him off, “This is not okay.” You whispered sadly. “I hate Steven.” You seethed and he swallowed thickly as you started to sob and he pulled you closer and kissed the side of your head.

“I love you, okay? This doesn’t change that for me.” He said to you and you shook your head.

“I would never ask you or expect to stay. It’s not fair to you, Harry…” you said sadly, “I was about to tell Dr. Sallow that I wanted to abort but then I saw the screen again and I just…I don’t think I can do it. That’s like…a part of me too and I just…I don’t think I can go through with it.” You said again, sputtering on your tears. “If that means that we’re over, I get it. I totally understand it.” You sniffled.

Harry frowned deeply as he heard you say this. His heart was completely torn right now. He thought you were reacting this way because you were going to terminate the pregnancy upon finding out that it wasn’t your baby together. But hearing you say that you wouldn’t be able to do that, it made him so angry and so hurt. Despite his own feelings about this, he fully understood why changed your mind. After seeing the tiny little thing tucked inside of you his heart was in shambles too. He was fully ready to advocate for you guys keeping it, but hearing how far along you were, it completely shattered his heart. He felt physically ill as the moment replayed in his brain. You’d both slept with other people during your time apart, so he wasn’t angry at that, it was more that it was Steven’s. A man who had hurt you and disrespected you and that scared you. It made the hate he felt for him grow even more intense than it already was. He was livid, he could kill him for taking this from you two. Harry had to decide how he would proceed from here. You were fully prepared to leave him again in order to keep this baby and the thought of it put so much sorrow in his heart. He didn’t want to lose you.

The idea of leaving you and letting you do this all on your own made his sad. You didn’t deserve that. You deserved to have a good pregnancy, one that came with a supportive partner, someone to share the experience with. He wanted to be the person to be there for you but right now the thought of that little thing growing inside of you made his blood boil with hatred. He couldn’t think clearly in the slightest.

“I ummm…I love you so much, baby. I just, I think I need some time t-to process this and just think about it all.” He said to you and you nodded. “I love you though. You know that right?” He asked and you nodded again as he kissed the side of your head.

“Love you too.” You whispered and he hummed. “Should I go for a couple of days?” You asked quietly.

“No, baby.” He said quietly, “You stay here and rest up.” He hummed lowly, “I think I’m gonna go up north and just spend a few days with my mum, clear my head, if that’s alright?” He asked. You wanted to say no, the last thing you wanted right now was to be all alone with this information. But you had no choice but to agree, you had just put him in the most impossible position and he deserved to have the space to think about it as calmly and comfortably as possible.

“Yeah, sure.” You whispered.

“Can I tell my mum?” He asked and you sighed.

“Why the fuck not…” You chuckled through your tears and he pouted.

“Hey, look at me.” He insisted, “I won’t if you don’t want me to, baby. This is about you, about your body. If you want me to keep it to myself I will.” He assured.

“Sorry. I’m just afraid that it’ll change how she feels about me.” You explained nervously. You’d had a wonderful relationship with Anne. You missed her wisdom and kindness and friendship during your time apart from Harry and hearing that another man had impregnated you, her son’s girlfriend, well you’d understand if it upset her.

“No…I mean, things happen. Accidents happen.” He said and you shook your head.

“Baby, I-I don’t think this was accidental because we used a condom every single time. I’m certain of it!” You wept, “Like I’m not stupid, or careless like that.” You assured.

“You think he ruined the condoms?” He asked and you sighed as you recalled all of the overtly possessive things Steven had been saying to you during sex the last month or so that you had been together. Things about making you his forever, about giving him babies one day, making you a mom…you thought he was just introducing some of his preferences in bed with that kind of talk, but maybe it was more than that.

“It’s very possible.” You said softly.

“Jesus…” he shook his head, “How fucked up was this guy?” He asked you and you shrugged.

“I never saw that side of him before all of this.” You said and Harry sighed and nodded. After a moment of silence he cleared his throat.

“Ummm…I’m just gonna pack and head out soon, want to avoid that rush hour traffic near Birmingham.” He said and you nodded.

He stood up and then offered to help you stand as well before you guys went up to the room. You sat on the bed as you watched him pack a couple days worth of clothes. You wanted to ask him to stay, but you couldn’t be that selfish. This was the least you could do for him after that a-bomb was just dropped on him. Not to mention the a-bomb you’d just dumped on him too. When he finished packing up his bag he went over and kissed you quickly.

“I’m not running away from you, okay? I just need to clear my head.” He reassured you, his words were mumbled against your forehead before he kissed you there, “I love you so much.” He whispered before kissing your lips.

“Love you.” You mumbled, “Text when you get there, yeah?”

“I will, baby.” He assured.

“Be safe.”

“Always.” He hummed before he bid you farewell once more before he left.

Once you heard him pull out of the driveway you just curled up on your side and started to cry. This couldn’t be real…there was no way this could be real. You felt completely defeated. The only thing you could think that made you happy was that you never wanted Steven to know about this, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. You had no idea how that would go down with your child in the future, but right now you wanted him not to know a single thing about you ever again. After coming to that conclusion you ended up calling your mom and telling her everything that happened. You talked and cried for nearly an hour before she had to go, but not without promising she’d call again and chat the next day in order to keep you some company, even from afar.

After that you decided to draw yourself a warm and relaxing bath, that always made you feel so calm. So you started out on that, letting your bath bomb melt in the warm water as you made yourself a nice cup of tea, your last caffeinated one for the foreseeable future, and then got inside.

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Harry had been driving up the M1 motorway for a bit before he quickly texted his mum his ETA. This caused her to call him right away and ask what this surprise visit was about, but he couldn’t speak when he answered her call. He just sobbed, he sobbed for nearly 15 minutes before he shared what had happened that morning at the doctor’s office. He explained everything he was feeling, even the bad things he was thinking, but the one thing that kept coming up was how much he loved you.

“I love her so much but I just don’t think I could get past the fact that, that prick is the baby’s dad…I cannot for the life of me sit with that information and not become enraged by it.” He said, it pained him to spare Steven a thought.

“D-do you feel angry at Y/N for being with him?” She asked and he frowned.

“No/ It’s not like I didn’t see other people but I hate that she thinks that I couldn’t be with her after this. Like, I think about letting her go, like she’s saying, and it absolutely guts me.” He explained. “And like…I feel bad that it crossed my mind at some point, but not for the reasons you might think, it’s just that I don’t know i-if I am even prepared to take that role on.” He sniffled.

“No one ever is, even when it’s meticulously planned, H.” She reasoned and he sighed,

“Are you concerned about him wanting to come back into her life?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yeah…a bit.” He admitted, “I mean, I don’t think he’s the type to take any accountability for his actions but if he finds out about it he’s so arrogant that he might want to just to make her uncomfortable. I mean, Y/N thinks it may have been deliberate because she said she always made sure t-to use protection. I mean, I wouldn’t put it past him to do something like that, the man was completely mad.” He shared and his mum hummed in understanding.

“Well sweetheart, it doesn’t sound to me like you’re all that conflicted. It sounds to me like you don’t want to end things with her.”

“Of course not! But what if I…what I can’t love that baby as much since I now know this?” He asked.

“I-is that what’s holding you back?” She asked and he hummed on confirmation. He felt like a complete prick saying that but he was legitimately concerned about this. What if you went on to have your own kids together and it just changed something in him? What if he was open to being with you now but then changed his mind? What if he saw Steven every time he saw that baby and only felt anger instead of love? The chances of something like this happening were extremely low, practically non-existent, but not 0%. And in the end he would hurt you and that baby even more if he walked out because one of these things happened.

“You know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think you will love her just fine, H. You know why?” She asked and he hummed, “Because out of everyone in the world you know the impact that one incredible and dedicated man can have on a child.” She said and he sniffled, “You’ve seen for yourself that a biological connection is not needed to give someone unconditional love and support. You’re lucky, you got that from two fathers.” She said and he smiled.

“Yeah.” He whispered.

“I’m not saying that it won’t be scary and difficult at times t-to do this, but it can also be extremely beautiful and rewarding. You’re both such wonderful people that if you decided to stay and do this together you could impact that child’s life for the better, just like yours was.”

“Right…” he said softly

“And well, honestly sweetheart, these concerns you have, they’re things you need to figure out with Y/N. She will listen to you, H. I mean, if you’re feeling this conflicted about things I can’t image how she must be feeling now.” she said with sympathy and when he saw himself nearing Birmingham he felt awful. It got as bad as him feeling sick to his stomach as he pictured your fearful and distraught face back in the bedroom. He’d done it again, he’d left you hanging at a time when you needed his love and support the most. He loved you so much, he could not believe he’d left you alone in that state. And in two seconds he started to signal to get off of the motorway.

“Mum, I ummm…I need to go back and be with, Y/N.” He decided, “I shouldn’t have left here there by herself after everything she had to hear today…I’d be surprised if she was still there after I just walked out…fuck!” He groaned in frustration.

“H, she loves you so much.”

“I love her too…why do I keep doing the wrong thing and hurting her?” He cried now as he got off at the next exit. He was waiting for the traffic to clear before he could make his turn to turn around.

“I think it kind of scares you, how much you love her. And I think in a way you might feel like you could lose her, so you pull back regardless of how that might make her feel. It’s self preservation.” She explained and he swallowed thickly. Hearing this helped him mentally decide that he wasn’t going to run any more, after everything he’d done you’d given him another chance regardless of the possibility of him hurting you again. This was his chance to show you that his love for you was bigger than everything else. “Don’t be afraid to open your heart, sweetheart.” She added and he hummed.

“Alright, thank you for listening. I’m just gonna call Dr. A and ummm…hopefully sort some mental things out before I get back to Y/N.” He said.

“Okay, bub. Be safe, please let me know when you’re home safe. I love you.”

“Love you.” He mumbled before he hung up and got back onto the motorway but heading back towards the South. He wasn’t going to do the same thing again and leave all alone to guess just how much he loved you, not this time. He was going to be there for you and support you and love you both.

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It was a bit odd to you when you heard the large gate to Harry’s house opening up. But then you recalled that sometimes his PA would do errands that required him to come to the house. So you just got out of the tub quickly and rinsed your body off in the shower before getting into your robe in case he came upstairs for any reason. You were just getting one of Harry’s hoodies when you heard his voice.

“Baby? Are you still here?” He called out as you heard the front door shut heavily against the frame. You hurried into the yoga pants you’d grabbed and rushed out to see him coming up the stairs.

“You came back.” You sighed in relief as he hurried up and he just pulled you right into his arms and you started to cry.

“I’m so sorry. I should never have left you like this, baby.” He sniffled as he kissed your head over and over again. “I love you so much. I love you so fucking much.” He assured you. “I’m not leaving you alone with this, baby.” He said to you and you pulled back a bit to look at him.

“What do you…mean by that?”

“It means that we’re doing this together.” He said to you and you shook your head.

“I can’t…I couldn’t do that to you.” You said to him and he shook his head.

“You’re not doing anything to me, baby. If you’re keeping this baby I am choosing to do this with you. I know it’s going to be hard but I will be there for you every step of the way and love our little babygirl with everything I am. I love you far too much to not see this through with you.” He said and you just broke down and hugged him tight.

You had no words, there was just joy. You knew this would be hard and challenging and even sad at times, but he’d come back to you and he wanted you to stay with him.

“I love you so much, H.” You finally whispered before kissing his lips.

“You’re everything to me, baby. We’re gonna get through this.” He smiled and you smiled.

“Promise?”

“I promise.” He smiled, “It was actually my mum who reminded me that biology had nothing to do with being a great father, so…she doesn’t hate you.” He said and you chuckled through your tears.

“Good, that would’ve definitely been the worst outcome.” You said jokingly and he smiled. “And look, I know that there are a lot of logistics and other things to discuss and I’m still sorting through that mentally, s-so if you can just be a little patient with me while I…get that together in my head I would really appreciate that. I’m still processing that there’s a little person forming in there and it’s kind of…freaky.” You said as you looked up into his eyes and he sputtered on a laugh. You frowned at his reaction, “What?”

“I thought you were going to say it was magical or amazing, not freaky.” He giggled and you did as well.

“Oh…well, I…I don’t feel…happy about it yet.” You confessed to him and this brought on a fresh wave of tears, “I feel like shit about that. Like I’m gonna be a mom, I should be happy, not freaked out, shouldn’t I?” You asked him.

“Not necessarily. You can feel however you want about it, baby.” He assured you, “Especially in this situation, it’s come as a surprise to you. I don’t judge you at all for not feeling happy about this yet, baby.”

“Promise?”

“I swear it.” He promised before pecking your lips again quickly.

“Thank you.” You whispered and he nodded and smile at you.

“Wanna do something to take your mind off of things for a bit?” He asked.

“Like what?”

“We can…sort through the pantry and fridge and see what foods you’ll have an aversion to?” He offered and you smiled and shook your head at his bizarre, yet completely productive suggestion. “I see you trying to hold back your smile.” He teased and you finally gave in.

“That’s the wildest but most genius thing you’ve ever suggested.” You giggled.

“I know. Imagine how smart our kid’s gonna be?! We’ve got this in the bag.” He said confidently.

“You think so?” You asked and he nodded.

“With you as her mum, I know so.” He smiled.

…. 1 YEAR LATER ….

You woke up feeling completely refreshed and renewed. It was absolutely quiet in the house and it was strange to wake up in silence. When you rolled over and looked at your phone you saw it was nearly 10am and shot out of bed. You had no idea how you’d slept in that much! The baby needed to be fed and changed! You hurried over to the nursery already thinking up an apology in your head for Ellie. But when you made it into the nursery it was empty. Harry had some work to do for Pleasing today so you knew he’d be out. Maybe he called someone to come look after the baby? When you passed by his home studio on the way to the kitchen you heard his voice along with others, so you knocked on the door.

“Come in!” He called quickly and you peeked inside and immediately smiled when you saw Harry spin around in the chair with Elara sitting on his lap, she was literally just chilling there while she drooled all over one of the newer nail polishes Pleasing would release soon. He smiled at you over the sounds of whoever was speaking right now. “Hey guys, are we good for today or is there anything else we needed to go over?” He asked with a smile as you waved from the background.

“We’re all good!” You heard and then heard the multiple voices bidding farewell to you and baby Elara before he hung up.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You said to him as you walked into the room to grab her from him.

“It’s alright, baby, we were just chatting a bit.” He assured you, “Weren’t we?” He asked the baby who just ignored him to keep attempting to bite the bottle in her hands before he started to rub at her back.

“I know you had work, you should’ve woken me up.” You said as you kissed his head.

“No way.” He chuckled, “You know, you slept through two whole alarms, you clearly needed the rest. I thought you were dead for second there.” He said with grin and you tutted.

“Don’t even say that.” You scolded.

“You’re right, sorry. Bad joke.” He corrected himself, “But really, my love, I don’t mind doing these launch plan meetings online, it’s none of the fun stuff so.” He shrugged and you smiled, “Besides when I have Ellie on camera everyone is so obsessed with her little smile that they’re so agreeable, so it’s a win-win.” He chuckled and you smirked.

“God forbid the paps see her and exploit her for money, but her own father is exploiting her cuteness for sway in the board room.” You said with a grin and he chuckled.

“Hey, she likes hearing all the commotion too.” He added and you smiled before kissing the top of her head and she sighed and laid over his chest making you both coo. “She finally slept through the night. Sorry you missed it.” He said softly and you chuckled.

“I’m sorry you’re so used to waking up to her crying that you noticed!” You giggled as you raked your fingers through his curls easily and he hummed.

“I don’t mind it. Reminds me that this little cutie is finally here.” He said and you smiled at how sweet he was with her.

“I can’t believe she’ll be six whole months tomorrow.” You said in disbelief.

“I know…S’your half birthday, bub.” He said to her and she just blinked tiredly, "She’s perfect though, isn’t she? Your little twin.” He hummed with pride as he looked down at her and then at you again. You nodded and watched him with her for a few moments.

Harry had nothing but love for baby Elara. He adored her completely. He almost felt silly for being so worried that he wouldn’t bond with her as genuinely as if she were his biological daughter. Once he saw you starting to show and you guys started shopping for the nursery, and picking out baby names, every ounce of doubt he had melted away. That was his daughter in every sense of the word. He had so much love for the both of you that he felt like his heart would burst sometimes.

“I love you so much.” You said to him and he glanced up at you.

“More than Ellie?” He smirked and you chuckled.

“The same, I think.” You hummed and he looked surprised.

“Oh wow, I was expecting a firm no.” He laughed.

“Oh my god…I love you both. It’s a bit different for sure but I somehow get it all to fit in my heart.” You said and he smiled as he stood up.

“Look at her, she’s about to pass out again.” He said as he looked down at the baby.

“I think we should get her back in the crib and have a cuddle. We can watch that show you’ve been pestering me about.” He suggested

“Love is Blind?” You gasped and he nodded.

Soon enough you had washed your face and brushed your teeth, as you did every morning, all while Harry got Ellie down. But he soon joined you in bed as you waited for him to return. He climbed into the bed beside you and like a magnet, you immediately scooted right up against him and kissed him gently, it caught him by surprise.

“Thank you for letting me sleep in, baby. That was exquisite.” You confessed and he smiled and pecked your lips again.

“Of course, baby. Anytime.” He smiled. “I do have a question for you though…when are we going to have another baby?” He asked you and you giggled.

“Ummm, ask me in a year!” You laughed.

“A year?” He scoffed.

“Hey, it’s hard work!” You added and he smiled.

“Yeah, but it’s so worth it, isn’t it?” He asked with a smile and you sighed happily at his response.

“Yeah…” you hummed, “It’s all worth it.” You smiled.

“Our little family makes me so happy, I just want one more.” He said and you glanced into his eyes.

“Just one more.” You agreed and he chuckled.

“Yeah, just one.” He assured you, “So in a year I’ll ask again, okay?”

“Okay.” You sniggered and kissed him quickly again before you got the show going.

You were explaining a little bit about why you were suddenly so interested in this show without trying to give away too much of what you knew had gone down, thanks to your friends and social media. He easily got sucked into the narrative and when you both started commenting as you watched on you just got so happy that you could share something so simple together and then also something as huge and serious as a baby. It made your tummy flutter and swirl with love for him and you then realized that maybe it would be less than a year before you’d be trying for another baby and you were perfectly alright with that.

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absolutely in love with golden hour by @simplykorra 💕🤠💕

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watermelonlovershigh · 6 months

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6 Times You Get Baby Fever From Seeing Harry Interact With Your New Baby

AN: i've had this concept for while but just now decided to put it into words. if you have any more ideas for this concept you can send them in and i'll gladly write a part 2 of this list. hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.

This contains: pure dadrry fluff

{ dadrry - husbandrry - any harry era - baby boy ranges in age to newborn to a few months old }

word count- 834

Seeing Harry do domestic things with your baby boy gives you baby fever, even if the baby you already have isn't even six months old yet.

1. You got baby fever just the other day when you got home from the shops where you had to go out and buy some pads and tampons because your first period after having your baby came to surprise you. When you left, Harry was sound asleep in your shared bed and your baby boy was asleep in his bed just down the hall. But when you returned home from your quick run out, you're met with Harry laying in bed with the addition of your five month old baby boy spread out on his daddy's chest. Both back to sleep. You conclude your son probably awoke and either needed a nappy change or a feeding which Harry did before allowing him to have some morning cuddles on his chest.

2. You had went out to have a dinner with some of your friends. When you returned home you expected to see your baby boy already in bed. But what you really see when you walked into your master bathroom where you'd planned to take a shower was Harry naked in the bathtub with your equally as naked son leaned up against his bent legs. Harry was making silly faces at your son which in turn was making the five month old giggle up a storm. The sight before you was giving you baby fever, even if you'd only giving birth not even a half a year ago.

3. You've been feeling under the weather which meant you've been laying in bed and sleeping for the better part of the day. Well when evening rolls around you use the little bit of energy you have to walk down the stairs and see what your two favorite boys are up to. What you see gives you immense amounts of baby fever. (Although you have an actual fever as well.) Harry was stirring the pot of soup he's been cooking for you while your baby boy was strapped to Harry's chest. Facing towards his daddy so that his active little legs couldn't kick the hot pot on the stove. And without them knowing you'd entered the kitchen, you hear Harry say to your son, "I hope mummy likes the soup we made for her. You think she will? I put somethin' special in it so hopefully she can get well soon."

4. After your shower, you walked down the stairs to a sight that makes you smile and gives you baby fever. The sight of your baby boy laying tummy down on the living room rug with a much taller and larger Harry also laying tummy down beside him. Your son was having his evening tummy time and Harry wanted to get down on his level and also have tummy time. You make your appearance with your damp hair and fresh pajamas and when your baby sees you, he starts to kick his little legs and makes cooing sounds. So you couldn't resist to also get down on the floor and have tummy time right alongside them. Only difference is they can lay flat, you on the other hand have two large milk balloons on your chest that make it more difficult to lay completely on your tummy.

5. You wake up to an empty bed. At first your chest pounds with worry but then you think logically and conclude Harry has probably went to the nursery to tend to a fussy baby. You get out of bed and grab your robe before making your way to your son's room. With his door slightly open, you peek inside to see your husband sitting in the rocking chair that's in the corner of his room, baby boy clutched to his chest, sleeping away. You'd think Harry was asleep too if it weren't for the fact his fingers were moving up and down his little back in soothing patterns. The vision you're seeing is giving you so much baby fever. You want to give Harry so many babies just to have the imagine of him rocking the baby in their nursery in the middle of the night forever.

6. The three of you decided to do a little grocery shopping for a dinner Harry had planned to cook for you later in the evening. Before leaving the house you told him you could bring the baby's stroller so one of you didn't have to carry him the whole time but Harry insisted on bringing his sling that goes over one of your chests. So as you're walking down the isles of the grocery store, Harry has your son in the sling attached to his chest, facing forward because he said he needs to be able to see the world around him. His little feet just kicked with excitement and his lips smacked happily as he took in the seneroy of the store. The view of Harry walking around with an infant on his chest is giving you crazy baby fever. You almost want to jump his bones right here on isle nine.

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slashv1xen · 2 months

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dating bo sinclair head cannons - fluff

these are only SFW, i don’t write NSFW sorry 💗

he is DEFINITELY a show off, he will do anything to hear praise (he also definitely has mommy issues). and when he does? oh boy he’ll do either 1 of 2 things:

he smirks and says some teasing line, but the tips of his ears would be red and he would be thinking about that little praise CONSTANTLY (though he’ll never admit that)

if he’s in an emotional/vulnerable state (ex. he’s having a breakdown and you soothe him) he’ll probably either start crying or cry harder. (this is due to the awful treatment his mother gave him, plz give him the love he deserves)

his type is either an extremely feminine bimbo OR someone who is grunge/alt (if you’re grunge/alt, the two of you will listen to old rock/metal CD’s)

following off the last one, bo would definitely listen to nine inch nails/deftones/type o negative, that kinda music. and if you like that type of music he would take the CD’s from his victims so the two of you could listen to them together

on the other end of the spectrum, if you were a bimbo he would teasingly make fun of your naivety and stupidity (only him, we all know what happens if someone else made fun of you, especially if they were passerbys in the town)

he would stare at you with a soft smile on his face as he admired you getting ready (brushing your hair, putting on makeup, brushing teeth etc).

he is traditional and old-fashioned, he expects you to take on housewife duties while he works kills

as often he’s portrayed as “constantly grumpy and cruel” (which isn’t much of a shocker) i think that he has a soft side (possibly the softest of the sinclair brothers), although he has an extremely strong exterior (he’s also the definition of toxic masculinity, thanks trudy) so it is very difficult to see the softer side of him

he loves cats and you can’t tell me otherwise (ex. if you asked him for a pet cat he would say something like “there’s enough things to take of ‘n this house ‘nd you want a damn cat?” but he would return from work luring victims with a small kitten (probably a ragdoll or a york chocolate) and a small grin on his face)

he’s HEAVY on pet names, such as darlin’, baby, sweetheart, etc.

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iiwontgiveuponmilkk · 6 months

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Locked Away. | G.W.

summary: dating george is her biggest secret, one she hopes her family never finds out.

word count: 2207

warnings: mentions of weight loss from traumatic situation

notes: finally rewrote this. just want to let you guys know that i am working on requests and turning the blurbs into fics. hoping to get them posted this week! i had a few exams last week so i didn't have too much time to write :)

Dating George Weasley had been her biggest secret. One she intended to keep to herself. She had a plan. She was moving out at the end of the month, once George and Fred had finished setting up their shop and moving into their place. She was looking for a place of her own, not wanting to intrude on Fred. George had insisted that Fred was fine with it. He was more than happy to have his brother’s girlfriend move in. Fred really didn’t mind. He knew the situation. He knew what could happen if her family found out whilst she was living under their roof. He was fine with her living with them, she was part of the family. But her secret wasn’t only hers to keep. Draco had found out one night at the end of her final term. He swore he wouldn’t tell, but she didn’t trust him. He was twisted with the same mindset that her parents shared. One of blood traitors and mudbloods. She knew it was only a matter of time before he told his father, but she was hoping that she would be long gone before he let her secret slip. Unfortunately, she wasn’t. Once her parents had found out, they ranted and raved. To say they were livid was an understatement.

“A Weasley?!” Her mother had screamed, disgust evident on her facial features. Her eyes welled with tears as she took in her mother’s hateful gaze. She knew they had just labelled her as a blood traitor for even associating with the Weasley family. And to date one? There was no coming back from that in her parents eyes. She knew it in her heart, she could see it in their faces. She was as good as dead to them. She tried to blink back her tears, but her father started to yell. She flinched at his tone, terror blooming in her bones as he glared at her. “You would associate our family name with those blood traitors?! How dare you!” His words hit her where it hurt. She loved George with everything she had. Her family name meant nothing to her, but she couldn’t tell her father that. It had been bad enough when she had been sorted into Ravenclaw. The first in her family to not be sorted into Slytherin. She knew her parent’s disdain for her had grown with each passing year. The more she was outside of their way of thinking, the more she blossomed into the person she always wanted to be. She never shared how she felt or thought with her parents, but they knew. They hated the person she had made herself, hated that she didn’t care about blood status or wealth. She was everything they were not, everything her family was not. “Daddy! I love him!” She shouted back as her tears finally spilt over. She couldn’t hold them back, not as her father screamed at her. She had heard it a million times. That she was a disappointment to their family and everything it stood for. But the venom behind his words hurt more than ever this time. The way he spoke of George shattered her heart. He was such a great man, so kind, so willing to give even when he had nothing to share. Her father tensed up, his face swallowed by rage. He took a moment to settle himself, a cold smile settling over his lips. “You’re going away, far away.” Her father spoke in a contemptuous voice. She had never felt more fear in her life. She knew nothing good would come from this. This would be her punishment. -

Her days had been hell. She had been locked away with her aunt, Bellatrix. She spent her days avoiding the evil woman, barely eating what she was given (she did not trust Bellatrix Lestrange), and her nights were spent crying. She was rarely alone in the house, someone was always there. She kept to her room, avoiding contact with anyone in the house. Her health had declined, she looked visibly ill. She was sure she had lost a massive amount of weight, none of her clothes fit her right. Living in this hell seemed to be the easiest part to handle. She was suffering from the hardest and most avoidable heartbreak of her life. She longed for George. She longed to hear him laugh, to see his red hair in the sunlight, just to even see his handwriting on a piece of parchment. She only had her memories and the bracelet he had given her for their anniversary last year. She never took it off, it looked like a normal piece of jewellery. A slim gold cuff that held their secret love. She only took it off at night so she could look at the engraving on the inside. ‘I love you’ in his handwriting adorned the inside of the cuff. It was the only piece of him she had left. She couldn’t imagine what he was thinking. Did he think that she just left him? That she decided it was too much to keep this secret? Or did he think the worst.

- She had sent an owl to George a week ago, telling him not to respond, but to meet her where they first met on the 4th of October. The task of sending an owl had not been easy. She had carefully planned it for weeks. She had started to leave her room, to play the game of being who her family had wanted her to be. That’s when Bellatrix started to pop out for quick errands. She was never gone for more than thirty minutes at a time, so she knew she had to be quick. She knew that she would have no way of knowing if George received the owl, but it was her only shot. Even if he didn’t she had formulated a back-up plan. She would travel to the burrow, she knew Molly would be there and wouldn’t turn her away. She kept playing the game until the day finally came. She was terrified that Bellatrix would somehow figure out what she had done. She lived in fear of retaliation for three weeks. She knew today had to be the day. Bellatrix left for the longest time on the 4th of every month. She wasn’t sure what her aunt did, but she knew she would be gone for at least an hour. She knew if she timed everything right, not even the house elves would see her make her escape. Her heart pounded as she waited for Bellatrix to leave. She shut her eyes tightly, waiting to hear the door shut. She grabbed the bag of floo powder and ran down to the fireplace when she was sure the coast was clear. She threw the powder down as she stated her desired location.

She looked around, hoping to spot a head of red hair. She trembled in the cold air, looking around for any sign of George. Her lip trembled when she realised he either didn’t get her owl or chose not to show. But he would’ve shown, right? Her George wouldn’t give up on her that easily. She brushed her fingers through her hair, knowing she had to keep moving. She didn’t feel safe just waiting around. She was sure she only had thirty minutes before Bellatrix would return and realise that she was missing. She quickly found herself to be lost in the hectic mess of Diagon Alley. She had forgotten how busy it would be here. She kept her head down, moving to her next destination. She tried her best to avoid bumping into anyone or drawing any attention to herself. But that’s when she saw it, the beginnings of a joke shop, a new joke shop bearing the Weasley name. She made her way towards the building, pushing the door open and walking inside.

“Oh, we’re not ope- (y/n)?” Fred spoke as he turned to see who had walked in. She nodded her head, looking around at the place. Fred seemed to lose his voice as he took in his brother’s girlfriend. She looked sick, he had never seen her this thin. “George.” He spoke, realising that his words came out much quieter than he intended. She met Fred’s eyes. He could see the dark circles under her eyes and the gaunt look to her face. He noticed the tears brimming her eyes. She took in a shaky breath, breaking her gaze to look around the shop again. She was amazed at everything. Her heart ached at the fact that she wasn’t here with him, the both of them, like she said she would be. She had planned to help them get everything set and ready for the day that they finally opened, but she had been away for months.

“George!” Fred, this time, shouted. The sound shocked her. Fred cringed as he watched her coil into herself from the sound of him shouting. That’s when Fred realised that something had happened to her. He turned, quickly making his way up the stairs to catch George before he descended. “George, did that owl say anything at all?” He asked as he barred his twin from descending. “Just to meet her, but she wasn’t there. Why?” George gave Fred an odd look as his brows furrowed. “She’s here, Georgie. And she’s not well. Something happened to her.” Fred kept his voice low, hoping she couldn’t hear them. George gave him a small nod before they both made their way down to the shop floor. George did his best to hide his immediate reaction to the state she was in. His heart melted as he watched her face light up when she saw him. A smile spread across her face and then she was moving, running towards him. When she reached him, she jumped. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, clinging to him.

“Oh I’ve missed you.” George murmured into her hair. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her against him tightly. His other hand came up to tangle his fingers in her hair. He pressed his cheek against her head, eyes falling shut as he enjoyed having her in his arms again. It took a moment for George to realise that she was crying. The tears had been silently rolling down her cheeks as she buried her face into his shoulder, but the soft sob that racked her body gave her away. George didn’t say anything to her, just held her tighter. “Fred, I’m going to take the rest of the day off, if you don’t mind?” He asked his twin, only to receive a nod. -

She had been living with George and Fred above the joke shop since the day she had arrived two months ago. She felt like she was living in fear. She hardly ever left the apartment, not wanting to venture out and potentially run into her family. She was surprised that they hadn’t shown up here. It would seem obvious that this is where she would go. Perhaps they had given up on her, and she was more than okay with that. How could she not be after what they did to her? Sending her to live in her own personal Azkaban. George had found her curled up in his bed that morning, gently shaking her awake. She looked at him with tired eyes, pulling the blankets up until only her eyes were visible. He gave her a small smile, he loved how much she hated getting up. He knew she would always prefer a warm bed until mid-afternoon if she had it her way.

“Mornin’.” She mumbled, closing her eyes as she rubbed them. She let out a yawn, pushing the blanket down a bit. A gasp left her when she focused her attention on George. There he was, down on one knee, next to the bed. She quickly scrambled to the edge of the bed, reaching for George. “What are you doing?” She asked as she took his face in both her hands. “This isn’t how I really wanted to do this, but I don’t think I could wait any longer.” He said, staring up at her. She could see the nervous smile as he reached into his pocket to pull out a ring. “Merlin! George!” Her hands moved to his, she could feel the tears welling in her eyes.

“Would you do me the honour of becoming Mrs. Weasley?” He asked, smiling as he watched the emotions flicker through her eyes. “Yes, George, of course.” She quickly stammered out, realising she had been staring for a tad too long when she saw a small look of anxiety on his face. He took her left hand, gently sliding the ring onto her finger. She studied the ring as he slid it on. It looked like it had cost a fortune. The diamond was surrounded by a ring of small rubies and sapphires. She kissed him gently, wrapping her arms around him. He picked her up in a tight hug. She wrapped her legs around his waist, nuzzling her face into his neck.

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pedroshotwifey · 6 months

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Christmas Countdown Day 4 - Joel Miller

Strawberry Wine

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Tags/Warnings: none really, pure fluff, Joel needs a hug, reader has anxiety, Ellie playing matchmaker, fluffiest fluff I've ever written, no physical description of reader, soft Joel, not betad

Summary: Ellie convinces you to make an appearance at the community Christmas dance. Luckily for you, she dragged Joel along too.

A/N: Y'all. This is actually so fucking fluffy like I had no idea I could do that. I wrote this mostly listening to "Strawberry Wine" by Deana Carter and I highly recommend you listen to it as you read. I actually imagined the reader to be somewhere in their thirty's and Joel somewhere in his fifty's, but none of that is really mentioned so you can imagine however you would like. Can also be pictured as either Joel :)

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You don’t recognize the song playing as you step into the barn. It sounds like it could be George Strait, but you can’t be sure.

You take a look around at how the building’s been decorated for the holidays. Garland, bows, and wreaths hang from the walls and windows, and there are white Christmas lights swooping from beams at the ceiling.

The entire ambiance is warm and cozy, the lighting just right, the heat at the perfect temperature, and the music playing at just the right volume. It makes you want to stay a while, which was not what you had expected when Ellie invited you to come.

Although you’re a good bit older than she is, you have a general anxiety that she understands. You had been timid about her coming around at first, but she didn’t give it up even after you expressed your problem, and you figured you might as well give her a chance if she was giving you one in return.

Now, you see Ellie on a regular basis and really appreciate her kindness and friendship. Though you’re not quite sure how exactly she convinced you to come to the community Christmas dance.

People you know smile at you as you walk through the crowd, and it makes you feel a little more welcome. You realize, as you do every now and again, that nobody is judging you. These people are your friends, and they’re glad you’re here. The thought makes you relax further.

Still, you peer over heads as much as you can in search of Ellie. You make it all the way to the bar by the time you realize she must not be here yet.

No, that doesn’t make sense, because just as you come to that conclusion, you spot Joel Miller sitting at the corner of the bar, his forearms resting on the top. Your stomach flutters and you silently scold yourself.

Maybe you should ask him where Ellie might be, you think to yourself. Even if that may sound like the most logical thing to do, you know that you’re just using it as an excuse to finally talk to him.

You can tell that he’s the same way as you. Reclusive, hesitant. You see him for that and you respect him. He probably got dragged here the same exact way you did.

He looks slightly uncomfortable, looking down at the whiskey in front of him and then around the room every couple of minutes. Hell, you probably look just as out of place right now.

You need to find Ellie; she’ll help you blend in. You need to ask Joel. You nod slightly to yourself and take a step toward him, your heartbeat suddenly in your throat.

No, you decide as you start walking his way. You should ask him to dance with you. You’re already out of your comfort zone as it is, why now venture further? What could it hurt?

Realistically, you know that’s a dumb way of thinking, but it doesn’t mean you’re going to acknowledge that fact.

You know that he’s caught you looking at him, he probably knows how you feel about him, and he’s never said anything. You’re not dumb either, he’s sent some looks of his own your way. You don’t think you imagined it. At the very least, he doesn’t dislike you.

You take a deep breath and lift yourself into the seat next to him.

“Hey,” you say in the least awkward way you can manage. “Come here with Ellie?” you ask as you put your forearms on the bar, mimicking his stance.

He looks you up and down, his brows furrowed with slight confusion. You two never really interact, and you definitely don’t ever show any kind of sign that you might want to other than your stolen glances. While you see that as shyness and fear of giving yourself away, he sees it as plain disinterest.

“Uh, yeah,” he says, his deep southern drawl warming you to a melting point. “What’s goin’ on?”

You don’t answer at first, too busy admiring how beautiful he looks up close. His brown eyes are deep but warm, his lips just plump enough to make you want to lean in and kiss him. He looks inviting but guarded at the same time, and you have no idea how he manages.

It’s not often you get to see him like this. Usually it’s only in passing if you’re hanging out with Ellie and he happens to be around. Unfortunately, that’s never stopped you from having a stupid big crush on him.

Joel clears his throat and turns back to his drink when you say nothing, obviously not in the mood for games. “I just wanted–,” you panic and blurt a little too loudly. Joel flinches at the unexpected outburst and you grimace.

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly as he turns back to face you. You can see a ghost of an amused smile on his face now, and it makes your stomach do a backflip.

He nods slowly and subtly, taking you in as he seemingly contemplates whether or not he wants to entertain whatever you want from him. The blush creeping up your cheeks makes you seem disarming enough for him to decide he might as well.

“I was just wondering if, um,” you suddenly find yourself more nervous than you had anticipated. You swear it’s those eyes, the way they bore into you so attentively, like he can see your every thought.

Joel sits up straighter, prompting you to do the same.

“C’mon now, darlin,” he says, not impatiently, but amused. “Spit it out.”

You almost choke at the pet name which does nothing to help your stuttering or your blush.

“I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to, uh–and you really don’t have to if you don’t feel like it, so please don’t feel pressured or anything–but I just saw you over here alone and thought that you could–wow, I’m sorry I’m just kind of noticing that this is a dumb question, like of course you don’t want to–”

You get cut off from your rambling when Joel places a hand on your shoulder, a look of concern on his face.

“Woah, sweetheart, why don’t you just slow down a bit. Have a sip of water or somethin,” he suggests and waves to the bartender to order you a glass.

You must be the shade of a tomato at this point.

“Sorry,” you say, determined to just fucking get it out. You steel yourself and look up at him.

“I was wondering if you would like to dance with me,” you say with a surprisingly smooth confidence that contradicts your every action from the last five minutes.

Joel looks taken aback but the smile that creeps onto his face settles your nerves.

“You sure that’s what you want, darlin?” he asks. “I don’t think I’ve danced in damn near twenty-five years. Probably be trippin’ over my feet more than anythin’.”

He’s surprised you would want such a thing, and not entirely convinced that you mean it. Why on God’s green earth would you even waste time talking to him?

You laugh and shake your head.

“Of course I’m sure,” you say reassuringly. “To tell you the truth: I’m not much of a dancer either,” you admit in a whisper, as if it’s some big secret you don’t want to get out.

He laughs quietly a bit as the bartender slides a water over. He takes it and pushes it your way.

“Alright darlin’, guess we’ll just have to figure it out together, huh?” he asks with a chuckle.

You ignore the blood rushing to your cheeks again as you nod at him. If you’re being honest, you hadn’t expected him to really take you up on your offer. He almost seems surprised himself that he did.

You take a sip of your water before reaching your hand out. He takes it and lets you drag him slowly toward the crowd.

Just as you step onto the floor, the lights dim and “Strawberry Wine” By Deana Carter starts to play. You smile at Joel and he smiles right back. In this moment, every ounce of nervousness and insecurity leaves your body.

You find a relatively empty spot on the crowded floor and throw your arms around his neck. He grins down at you and pulls you closer to him with his hands interlocked on your lower back.

The two of you find a rhythm almost immediately. You sway slowly and comfortably to the music, resting your head on his chest. You close your eyes and breath in his scent. Sandalwood, fresh linen, an earthy spice. You can’t imagine anything suiting him better.

He slowly moves his hands so that one is placed on your hip, and the other is cupping the back of your head, holding you close to him as if you could disappear into thin air.

There’s a gentle press of something on the top of your head, and you smile as you realize that he just planted a kiss there. He then rests his chin where his lips had touched, breathing out a sigh and closing his eyes.

The two of you rock back and forth together, completely enamored in the closeness and comfort of each other. The fact that Joel is able to make you relax so completely with just his presence is enough to bring tears to your eyes. You don’t remember the last time you felt so completely safe.

Your eyes open and you stare off to the wooden floorboards beneath your feel, focusing on Joel’s soothing heartbeat against your ear. Being in his arms brings you a sense of belonging that makes you never want to leave his grasp. He breathes deeply in a fashion that brings you to believe he’s thinking the same thing.

As the song is ending, the two of you pull away just enough to gaze into each other’s eyes, both pairs watery. You had both forgotten how wondrous it feels to be in another’s warm embrace.

He sees the want in your eyes that mirrors his so greatly and he takes it as permission to lean down for you to meet him halfway. You reach up to lock your lips with his just as the song fades out.

The kiss is hesitant and slow, but filled with desire and yearning at the same time. He cups the back of your head more firmly and slides his hand enough to let his thumb brush along your cheek, wiping away a tear that had fallen.

You have a feeling that this won’t be your last dance with Joel Miller.

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Honestly not sure how I feel about this. Please let me know if y'all liked it and/or you would like to see more like it. Thank you for reading <3

Another big, fat, juicy thanks to @mandoalorian for hosting this challenge and also to @planet-marz1 for this post and to @iknowisoundcrazy for commenting on said post which gave me the ultimate inspiration for today’s prompt. (Sorry that was a mouthful 😭)

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mollysolo · 1 year

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Hi! How are you??

Can I request a Kylo Ren x Reader, where the reader is Rey’s older sister and has telekinesis (very powerful) and protects him from all the people who are after him but over use them and pass out but release a energy blast but he catches the reader in his arms and places them his bed and waits till they wake up.

thank u :)

Hold On To Me

Pairing: Kylo Ren X fem!Reader

Summary: In the midst of battle, you test the limits of your powers and end up going too far.

Warnings: Mentions of the reader passing out, Kylo worrying about the reader, Kylo crying a little

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: i hope you like this!

the gif below does not belong to me

At this point, the two of you had been fighting non-stop for five hours and Kylo had to admit, he was beginning to feel a bit concerned for you. Mostly because while you had gotten to become very familiar with your powers, you had never fought for this long before. He feared that all of this fighting would be too much for you and your body would give out.

But he never pulled you aside to tell you to rest for a few minutes because he knew that’s you’d refuse. As long as Kylo was out there fighting, so were you. It was your job to protect him after all.

And you had been doing extremely well so far during this particular battle, but the edges of your vision had began to grow fuzzy and dark and your breathing was echoing in your ears. But you knew that now wasn’t the time to stop fighting. So as your vision continued to grow darker, you mustered up all of the energy you had left in your body and continued to fight.

Moments later, you passed out and consciousness left your body while you started to fall to the ground below you. And as you fell, your body sent out one last large energy blast, causing anyone within twenty feet of you to get thrown even farther away and fall down.

Seeing this happen to you shattered Kylo’s heart in his chest, he hated seeing you overwork yourself just so that he could be protected and stay alive. Seeing you pass out made he feel as if he didn’t deserve you at all. It also made him want to arrange more training for you so that this would never happen again.

But even in the midst of these sad thoughts that flooded his mind, he knew that couldn’t waste another minute. He needed to get to you, even though the Resistance fighters on the other side of the battlefield had also started to get up from their spots on the ground. He would get you back to safety, even if he died trying.

He pushed himself back onto his tired feet and slid his lightsaber back into its holster on his hip. He then began to sprint over to where you were laying on the ground. His blood was roaring in his ears while he ran, desperately hoping that he would make it to you before either of you got seriously hurt.

And when he did finally reach you, he gave into the strong emotions he was feeling and he let his knees crash into the ground while tears had started to well up in his eyes. But he didn’t need anyone in the Resistance to see that he was crying over you. So, he quickly scooped your body up into his arms and started to run back to his ship as quickly as his legs would allow him to.

Once he reached his ship not long after he had started running again, he strapped you into the seat next to him. He’d rather have you resting in bed right now but this was the next best choice until he got you back to the base. And while he did fly you two back to the base, he couldn’t help but look over at you every few minutes, needing to make sure that you were still okay, even in your unconscious state.

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Upon returning to the base, Kylo ignored everyone and everything that could have possibly attempted to bother him while he tried to get you to your shared quarters, holding your body tight against his broad chest as he ran. And while he ran there, he mentally noted that it wouldn’t be necessary to take you to the med bay unless you passed out again shortly after you woke up.

And when he did reach your shared bedroom within your quarters, he stopped running and slowly walked up to the bed. He gently placed you on your side of the bed and took a deep breath in and out. Kylo stood there for a few more minutes after that, simply watching the way your chest rose and fell with every breath. He let this sight bring comfort to him.

She’s going to be okay, he assured himself as he started to walk away from the bed. He then quickly walked into his closet to retrieve another pillow for you.

He placed the pillow beneath your head as softly as he possibly could without disturbing you. And once the pillow was in place, he pulled the soft covers over you, took his helmet off and sat down in the chair he had pulled up to your bedside.

He sat there with your hand in his and patiently waited until you woke up. He would wait there in that chair for the rest of his life if necessary, he’d never leave your side. Even if someone tried to pull him away from you, he still wouldn’t leave you. He would let The First Order crumble if it meant that he could stay by your side forever. He loved you too much to ever think of leaving you. Especially when you needed him most, like you did now.

While Kylo was stuck in his thoughts, you slowly started to open your eyes, blinking them a few times as you adjusted to your surroundings at your own pace. And now that you were completely conscious again, you noticed the weight of Kylo’s hand in yours and you softly smiled to yourself.

You looked over at him and recognized that far away look in his eyes right away. Then softly started to stroke the back of his hand with your thumb before you said his name in an attempt to get his attention. You wanted him to see that you had woken up and that you were going to be okay.

“Kylo?” you said quietly, causing his eyes to meet yours as soon as his name left your lips.

You watched as a look of relief took over his face and his eyes started to tear up once again. You let go of his hand for now and placed your hand on his face, gingerly wiping away the tears that had started to fall down his cheeks. He leaned into your touch, relishing in the way it felt against his skin.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, using that same soft tone you had just spoken with, not wanting to startle or overwhelm you in this moment. While he spoke, he placed his hand over your own that was still holding his face and softly stroking his cheek.

You smiled a little while you started to talk, “I’m okay, my head hurts a little.” you say with a chuckle towards the end of your statement, “But I’m okay.” you answered, making all of Kylo’s worries vanish as if they had never been there in the first place.

He chuckled with you, flashing a toothy grin your way, making your own smile brighter, “Good.” he replied.

He then leaned in and placed a kiss to your lips, not pulling back for a minute or two while he let you kiss him back, “We’ll talk about what happened later, but for now I just want you to rest, angel.” he told you, prompting you to nod in response.

“Okay.” you whispered to him, he whispered this word back to you seconds later as he started to stand up once more.

He disappeared into your shared closet for a few minutes to change out of his robes and grab some comfier clothes for you. Once he came back to his bedroom, he handed you the clothes he had brought for you and offered to help you change into them. But you assured him that you would be just fine changing into them on your own.

And once you had changed into these clothes, you let out a soft sigh and got back into bed, encouraging Kylo to join you by patting his side of the bed. Not wanting to waste any time, Kylo quickly walked over to his side of the bed and swiftly got under the covers.

The two of you gazed into each others eyes for a little while as Kylo started to wrap his arms around your waist and tug you closer to him so that you could rest your head on his chest. Which you did, allowing the sound of his heart beating slowly lull you back to sleep.

“I love you.” you told him as your eyelids began to grow heavier and heavier, letting your body nestle into his even more than it already was.

He planted a soft kiss to your temple and let his arms reclaim their spot around your waist now that you were comfortable, “I love you too, angel.” he whispered into your ear, not wanting to stop you from getting the rest you truly deserved.

And as you fell asleep once again, a soft smile rolled out across your lips. Kylo had also started to smile while he fell asleep and even though you could not see it, he still let that feeling of happiness take over his usually cold features.

a/n: btw i am aware of the fact that the person who sent me this request has sent the same request to several other writers.

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hellcatinnc · 4 months

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Escape Into Love

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fairytale, fluff, love and deepspace, zayne, Li Shen, x reader, zayne x reader, zayne z fem! reader, Fem! reader, Li Shen x Fem! reader, Li Shen x reader, witches, magic, spells, evol, ice, ice evol, romantic, romantic fluff, love, proposal

Word Count: 2,301

Feature: Zayne/Li Shen x Fem! Reader

This takes the memory card Secret Fairytale and works off the concept and I ran with it. This is by request from discord...

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As Zayne gets to the fence surrounding what looks like a old villa thats abandoned he wondered if he had made a wrong turn, when checking out the forest behind the park he always goes to. The gate seemed locked so he ran his fingers down the side of the gate as he walked around to see if there was another entrance. As he gets further down he hears a soft voice "Who are you?"

Zayne was shocked he was so sure this house was abandoned it even looked it. He stopped walking and since he was sure you could not see him for the growth along the fence he just stayed still trying to slow his breathing. He had heard many stories about the witches in the forest and how they lure humans in at hopes to have them take them back to their world. He wanted none of this, he was a surgeon he didn't believe in some fairytale come to life, he was too logical to believe that this really could be a witch and more like kids messing with him. He finally spoke up "Who are you for that matter?" You were intrigued as you walked down to the the part of the fence where he was still standing. "You're at my home and yet you ask me who I am... I can smell the human in you."

He took a step back this time he was shook a little more as he had dropped his book that he was reading earlier in the park. He wasn't sure if he should be a little scared but as his emotions took over his fingers started crystalizing over with his ice evol he had to calm himself. He hadn't planned to hurt anyone he felt like he should just leave and not look back so as he turned and he went to walk off he heard you loud and clear right down to his heart. "So you know what its like to be different as well..." He stopped its like he couldn't move you didn't know him but yet also understood what it was like to be different. Sometimes he hated that he was different he wanted to be someone who saved people but he felt like sometimes his ice evol is what made him come off as cold as ice at times. He turned around and yelled back towards the fence "How do you know how I feel or how I am for that matter?"

There was a bit of aggression sound in his voice because if this was someone playing with him they were going to know the wrath he could do if attacked of his power. You started laughing "I can hear your heart beat and how it changes when your power comes out that is how, its the same as mine does as well." He was shocked because you talked like you could almost really know what he was dealing with. He turned to leave but something stopped him he closed his eyes and thought should he really walk away when this is a person that might understand how he felt, would it be the end of the world to hear her out. He took a breath and walked back to the fence, this time towards the gate he clears his throat as he tries to peer through the gate. "Can I see you?"

You walk over towards the door a bit scared at first but you pushed the vines back off the gate and there you were face to face finally. Your gaze was a unspoken understanding that neither of you expected. You put your hands on the gate as he was close enough to almost feel your breath but he was so caught off by your beauty. He was not expecting someone who was supposed to be a witch to be so stunning. Your hair danced across your shoulders and your beautiful shimmering eyes were captivating. Even your lightly stained pink lips were inviting. Words weren't coming to him but he was captivated the moment you continued speaking. "It must be nice in the real world, tell me about it please. I have been stuck locked in here for centuries alone."

Before he knew it he had chuckled, this caught him off guard because he hasn't laughed really since he was a kid. Then when he thought about you being there alone for centuries and he felt a pang in his chest for you being so lonely. His eyes never left yours however he gave you an honest answer. His deeper voice loud and clear and full of depth in what he was saying. "Not really as much as you think it might be. The world is heartless, and uncaring. Its unwavering and for people like me with evol power I will always stand on the outside." You cut him off not leaving him the chance to explain more of why it also could be a good place as well. "Oh then never mind, guess there is no place for me there then." You went to turn and walk away but he reached through the gate grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the gate, close enough you could feel his breath on your soft skin. He sighed as if he wanted to say something else but getting up the nerve to say it. "I meant its not always great, and it can be sometimes boring and mundane. However if you meet someone special it is different."

He was so surprised he got those words out although he had only been in love one time when he was young. However apart of him always remembered his childhood friend, but once his powers got out of control he felt he wasn't safe to be around her so he disappeared. He was in love with her for so long, never told her and its the last time he let someone into his heart. That being said he knew mundane life would be grand with a person you love beside you. As his thoughts had wondered he had looked away from you in front of him, but soon as his last words left his mouth he met your gaze again. "Well maybe I should let you just sweep me away then." You said with a soft giggle. You were caught up on his visual of him remembering what it was like. He didn't realize it but it was all over his face that he was in love once. He was shocked by your request but also didn't respond.

Things were quiet for a bit of time before you went to pull away from him when he spoke urgently afraid you would walk away without getting to respond. "Why come out of here when I can come see you everyday here?" He shook himself up a bit on why he would declare such a thing. This wasn't logical thinking at all yet the pull to this woman and the fact you seemed as alone as he did, maybe together you both could mend the loneliness. You smiled at him "You would do that for me?" You said with a glimmer of hope in your eyes. You nodded to his arrangement. It was getting late in the day and he had to get back to his apartment he had surgeries first thing in the morning. He pulled back from you before he got to far he looked back at you "Whats your name? I'm Zayne!" You yelled back to him "Y/N". Your name echoed in his head and he felt like this was going to be the beginning of something he never could be possible.

The next day went by so fast he got through the day and all he could think about is seeing you again. He actually felt excited to be with someone who wasn't afraid he would hurt her and that understood how he felt being different. No sooner he got through with his day he went home and got changed then headed to that park. He rushed through the forest all the way to the villa again. You two met at the gate and since there was a barrier around it you couldn't get out but he had no problem sitting on the ground for you everyday. You two met like this everyday for months. You two told each other how it felt to have the powers the both of you had, as well as the ups and downs in life. You two opened up to each other like never before and it did good for both of you. He grew to realize he looked forward to seeing you every day and after months of this almost every day meeting at this gate he knew he couldn't live without you at this point.

It wasn't hard to see he was growing to be a man that the cold in his heart was melted by this woman that he was falling more and more in love with everyday. You laughed and joked about anything and everything. You told him about centuries you grew up and then one day out of the blue you looked up at him. "I-I...want to...um.. say something to you, Zayne." You took a long breath as you looked at him through the gate reaching out holding his hand. "I'm in love with you!" His heart felt so full and so happy in that moment he felt the same way. He stood up and met you on his feet, he pulled you close to the gate by your chin. He looked deep into your eyes and the words left his mouth "I love you too more than you will ever know." His lips crashed into yours, with all the love and passion that had been between them for months. It was all coming down to this moment you two gave into your feelings for one another.

After that day of declaration you two continued the same everyday as you tried to figure out how to get you out of that guarded gate. One day you figured what if you both used his ice evol and your power at the same time however he needed to control it without it controlling him. You spent another month of you helping him work on it daily to be stronger until one day you two planned would be the day after a year of this you knew was the day it all would change. He had already asked you to move in with him when he got you out of there. That day he got off work early he didn't care about anything else anymore. After all this time it was coming to a point where their beginning was really going to start. He waisted no time he got to that park and ran through the forest towards her he couldn't take it anymore he wanted you in his arms. He got to the gate and you were right there waiting for him with so much love in your eyes.

"Are you ready my love, ready to be in my arms like you were always meant to be?" You met his words back with a smile and a soft coo you wanted this more than anything. You both stood back and you started with your chants that started to rattle the gate door. The wind started to howl around you as you kept chanting louder and louder. He let the ice evol shoot down to his fingertips before shooting the ice towards the gate with everything he had. The gate froze over and started to rattle and crack. You said a few other words why he continued to give it everything he had.

As he pushed all his power into it the ice started traveling up his arms and up his neck he knew this had to be enough soon before it froze his heart but he wasn't giving up. You both gave it everything you two had as the gate finally broke as he fell to his knees. You ran to his arms fell to the ground putting your hands on him as you chanted some words and helped the ice that was closing in around his heart you started melting it. Before he knew it he could breathe and not feel like the ice was freezing his heart, he stood up grabbing you to your feet pulling you into him engulfing your lips and kissing you like never before. "I love you so much, Y/N!" You met his gaze and his lips again as you breathed into his mouth "I love you too, Zayne!"

As he finally pulled back he dropped to one knee pulling out a little black box and he opened it with a beautiful diamond with blue accented diamonds lacing the sides. "Be with me forever, make me the happiest man in the world. Let me finally sweep you away from here, let me love you til the end of time. Will you marry me?" You were so happy in this moment you got down on your knees and pulled him close kissing his lips. "I would love to be your wife Y-yes Y-yes....YES..YES.. a million times yes I love you so much!" He slid the ring on your finger and pulled you into his arms kissing you with all his love and fervor. This is a story that starts your beginning with the love of your life that you met when you were at your loneliest times. You two found each other when you didn't even know there was another person to complete your heart. Now today you knew your forever starts and begins with this man.

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 2 years

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Sun Still Shines

Pairing: Josh Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Josh is hurting and you search to find a way to bring his sunshine back.

Warnings: Sickness, Ruptured Eardrum, Prescription Medicine, Lack of Eating, Negative Self Talk

Word Count: 3.8k

It had been a long day at work and as you turned the handle to the front door of your home, you closed your eyes and sighed, knowing the next few hours wouldn’t be easy either.

The second you opened the door, a delicious smell wafted through the air. You kicked off your shoes, put your bag down, and followed the smell into the kitchen where you saw your boyfriend’s mom spraying and wiping down the countertops while a pot of soup simmered on the stove.

“Hey, how’s he doing?” you asked quietly, giving her a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and surveying the kitchen. Your eyes wandered over to the bottles of prescription pills on the counter next to the sink. You noticed more bottles were there now than when you left this morning.

“Eh, not so good. It’s infected now,” she sighed.

You felt your heart drop at her words. Infected.

“He’s been on antibiotics since this morning but they haven’t kicked in yet,” She explained, motioning her head to the bottles on the counter. “Soups still hot if you want some. He didn’t eat much. He can't really open his mouth. He’s miserable.”

You gave her a sympathetic smile and sighed, “Thanks, smells really good. I’ll try again with him later.”

You peeked down the hall toward your bedroom where you saw an open door and soft flickering light of the TV casting on the shadows of the hallway walls. The sun was just about to set for the night, making your home just a bit darker than usual. This was normally your favorite part of the day. When Josh was home, you’d come home after work and be greeted the second you walked in the door with kisses, dinner, a glass of wine, and a relaxing night. When Josh was away, you’d pick up a FaceTime call from him while he got ready for the show. You’d eat as he got ready and you’d tell each other about your days. Then you’d say your goodbyes, shower, and go to bed knowing he was having the time of his life onstage and that he’d talk to you the next day. But for the past few days, this time of night had been everything but that.

About a week ago, Josh ruptured his eardrum during a show. It happened away from home and he was far away. He held in the pain he was going through for the most part on the ride home but all that went away the second he walked through the front door and into the comfort of his own home. He was in the most pain you’d ever seen him in and he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He could barely walk by himself because he got dizzy easily- Jake had to pass him off to you. Not to mention, the medication he was on made him nauseous. He couldn’t talk or eat because he could barely move his jaw without it hurting his ear. He had dark circles under his eyes from not being able to sleep from being uncomfortable or being in pain. The amount of stress he was feeling also didn’t help his sleeping. He felt guilty about having to postpone more shows. First it was Jake, then it was him with Covid, and now it’s him again. He hated letting people down and just when the tour was finally coming to its last few shows, it all fell apart again. Finally, he couldn’t hear well but he couldn’t risk damaging his hearing further so you had to be quiet around him, which made him frustrated beyond belief- especially when he knew everyone around him was talking about him or talking to him.

In addition to that, the past week since he had arrived home had been filled with nothing but doctor’s visits, prescription pick ups, management phone calls, and stress- which made everything worse. You wanted to call out of work to stay home and take care of him but his mom insisted you continue with your life as normal. She came down to help him out during the day and handle all the medical stuff. She was the day shift, and you were the night shift. Once you got home, she’d head out to stay at Sam’s until the next morning. You were thankful for her. She knew all his medical history and had that mom expertise so she always knew the right thing to do. She also always made sure to leave the fridge stocked and the apartment clean. But on top of everything else, you loved her for her. She was a ray of sunshine just like him. You could count on her to bring light and positivity to this situation just as Josh would if he could.

He loved having her there to bring him comfort in a different way than you could. Even though he was a grown man who had his own home, life, and girlfriend- he wanted his mom and you could understand why. But as the days went on, and he grew more and more frustrated, bored, and impatient, you could see him getting annoyed with her. During the day, he would text out all his frustrations to you, and it was a lot.

Joshua, are you drinking enough water?

Joshua you have to try to eat.

Joshua you have to take your medication.

That’s how it got infected, Joshua.

Joshua, make sure you’re getting up and moving every few hours.

Joshua you have to turn the volume down on that TV.

Joshua you need to keep all this paperwork organized.

And the worst…

Joshua, are you even listening to me?

That one annoyed him the most. He took it a different way than she meant it. She meant it figuratively. He took it literally and he took it to heart.

Lucky for Josh, tomorrow was Saturday so you were able to stay home all day with him. He would never admit it to his mom, but he was happy to have some time away from her.

You turned your attention back to her to see her grabbing her stuff off the kitchen island and putting on her coat.

“Let me know if anything changes, alright? He just took his meds about half an hour ago so he’ll probably sleep soon.”

“I will, love you,”

“Love you too, Sweetie,” she said, pulling you in for a tight hug. She wrapped her arms tight around you and rubbed your back up and down.

Your eyes got watery at that point, knowing that is the exact way Josh would hug you when you walked through the door at the end of a long day. This was the exact type of hug you needed from him, and he couldn’t give it to you. You hadn’t hugged or kissed him in almost a week and it was breaking your heart. All you could do was try to feel him through her.

You sniffled just a bit and upon hearing that, she pulled back to look at your face and make sure you were alright.

“Aw, Honey,” she whispered as she wiped your tears and brushed the hair out of your face. “He’s gonna be okay. He’s gonna get through this. We all will. I know it's hard. Just a few more days, hmm?”

You nodded and took a few deep breaths with her. She always had a way of making you feel better, no matter what. And so did Josh. He got it from her.

After a few more hugs and deep breaths, you walked her out and made sure she left for Sam’s before it got dark.

You walked back into the kitchen and peeked at the medicine log she had taken. She jotted down every medication Josh had taken and kept track of it by the minute along with when he slept and how bad his pain was.

You lifted the lid on the pot on the stove to see the warm orange color of curry lentil soup simmering gently. You smiled to yourself and allowed the scent of it to fill your nose. It was Josh’s favorite and the smell of it reminded you of all the times he’d cooked it for the two of you.

You looked around the apartment- spotless.

You didn’t know how she did it. How everything seemed to get done and how it was always done perfectly. You on the other hand could barely pick up Josh’s medicine at the pharmacy without forgetting something or having a breakdown in the parking lot. Must be a mom thing.

Sure, she was annoying Josh, but there’s no way you could have done any of this without her. She was truly heaven sent.

You put the lid back on the pot and made your way down the hall and into the bedroom where you found Josh, laying on his right side, eyes closed tight, and the TV on, but muted- it was obvious that he was listening to your conversation with his mom. Or at least, trying to listen. He looked like he was in pain. He didn’t look like Josh.

You sat down next to him on the bed and ran your hand over the shaved part of his head and scratched it lightly with your nails.

“Hi, Baby,” you said softly to him, peeking over to try to see his face.

He opened his eyes slowly and breathed out.

“Mmm,” he hummed in response. He didn’t sound like Josh.

He picked up his head and started to move to face you. You could tell just lifting his head was a struggle. He winced and let out a small groan as he moved.

“Shhh,” you whispered, gently easing his head back down to where it was on his pillow. You ran your hands over his head again, stroking his hair and inching your fingers just a little closer to his ear with each stroke. You were scared to hurt him but that fear went away the second you saw his entire body and face relax at your touch.

Gently, you eased your hand over his cartilage and rubbed it with your thumb. You leaned down and gave his cheek a gentle kiss and left a trail of feather light kisses to his ear. You sat up and continued stroking your fingertips on his head and scratching against his hair lightly.

Your heart broke as the sight of a single tear leaked from his eye and rolled down sideways over the bridge of his nose and onto the pillow below him.

“What do you need, Baby?” you whispered as you twirled your fingers into the curls at the top of his head.

“Can you just love me?” he whispered back. You could hear the exhaustion and desperation in his voice and it once again broke your heart into a million pieces.

Without saying a word, you lifted the blanket that was covering him and snuck yourself under it. You grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, instantly causing the room to go a bit darker. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him from behind. You squeezed your body up against his back and left little kisses on his neck and shoulders. You reached up to play with his hair once again and within just a few minutes, he was fast asleep.

After a few minutes, you carefully snuck out from behind him and got out of bed. You leaned down to kiss his cheek gently and left the room, closing the door behind you.

You walked into the kitchen, poured yourself a bowl of soup, and peeked at the medicine log as you ate. Painkillers every four hours. Steroids and antibiotics every eight hours. He slept for about an hour after each dose of painkillers so you jotted down that he fell asleep a few minutes ago.

You felt guilty as you ate. You should be eating with him. This was his favorite food and he can barely even open his mouth to eat right now. Why do you get the privilege of enjoying his mom’s food? You should be doing more to make him feel better. If you would just stay home, he wouldn’t be getting more stressed and irritated. You should be the one at home with him everyday making sure he gets what he needs.

After all, how many times has he stopped what he was doing to make you feel better when you were sick? Has he or has he not come home in between shows when he knew you missed him or weren’t feeling good? Does he not wait on your beck and call when you even mention you have a headache? You didn’t deserve him.

The negative thoughts continued racing in your mind until you forced yourself to stop. You dropped the spoon into your bowl and covered your face with your hands in defeat. You rubbed your face roughly a few times and snapped yourself out of it, deciding that while Josh was asleep, you could take a shower to try to relax.

You placed your bowl in the sink and snuck into the bathroom, being as quiet as possible so you didn’t wake Josh up. You took your time in the shower, letting the hot water relax your body and ease all the stress and aches you’d been holding in for the past week. It made you feel just a tiny bit better.

Just then, an idea instantly came to you and quickly, you finished in the shower and got out. You put on comfy clothes, tied your hair up, and headed to the kitchen once more.

You got to work. You pulled a small pot out of the cabinet and filled it with water. You heated the water just a bit and went into the linen closet to pull out a fresh washcloth.

You let the water heat up just enough before dunking the washcloth slowly into the water. You let it sit in there for a bit, making sure it was fully soaked and warm. As it sat, you poured another bowl of soup. Carefully, you took out the soaked cloth, squeezed out the excess water into the pot, and placed the damp washcloth into a second bowl.

You walked down the hallway with both bowls and quietly opened the door to your bedroom to see Josh in the same position you left him last.

You walked around the bed to get on his other side, the side he could see you on. You placed the two bowls on the nightstand and sat down on the bed next to him. He stirred just a bit as you did so. You reached your hand up to rub his head and stopped mid air when his eyes fluttered open and you heard the tiniest whisper.

“Mama,”

You ran your hand over his cheek and leaned down to kiss him gently.

“I have something for you, okay?” you whispered, pressing your lips to the side of his mouth. He closed his eyes as you kissed him, wishing he could kiss you back, and opened his eyes up as you sat back up.

“Kay,” he whispered again.

You grabbed the warm washcloth from the bowl and brought it over to him. He watched as you did it. His eyes traveled from your face to your hands as you folded the towel and gently placed it on top of his ear.

The second it made contact with him, he sighed, closed his eyes, and melted into the mattress below him.

You held the warm towel on his ear, letting it work its magic as he laid there in bliss. After a few minutes, tiniest smile tugged at the corners of his lips. That plus the mixture of the painkillers kicking in seemed to do the trick.

Slowly, he started moving his jaw around. His movements started out small and timid but grew larger and with purpose as time went on. You watched his lips curve as he got more comfortable and didn’t feel much pain.

He opened his eyes and looked at you lovingly as a smile spread across his face, revealing just a little bit of his teeth. That was the first real smile you saw from him in a week. It wasn’t a full smile just yet, but it was progress. He looked like Josh.

“How do you feel?”

“Good. Thank you, Mama,” he said. This time, it wasn't in a whisper, and his voice wasn’t muffled due to the lack of ability to move his mouth. He sounded normal. He sounded like Josh.

“You hungry, Baby?”

“Starving,”

You leaned back to get the bowl of soup on the nightstand and held it out to him.

“You know your mom is just trying to help you,” you said.

“I know,” he sighed. “She’s just been a lot lately. We’re too much alike,” he said as he lifted himself off the mattress with his elbows and sat up, still holding the hot towel on his ear. You propped up pillows behind him, and he leaned back onto them. You put the towel back into the bowl and placed it on the nightstand.

He took the bowl of soup from you and his eyes lit up just a bit looking down at it. He rested it on his chest. He carefully took a spoonful, lifted the spoon to his face, opened his mouth, and wrapped his lips around it fully. The look of pure bliss on his face was something you hadn’t seen on him in a long time. He was in heaven right now. Within minutes, the entire bowl of soup was finished.

After he ate, you two talked a little more about him being more understanding and patient with her, no matter how annoyed he was. He sent her a sweet text to thank her and put his phone back on the bed side table for the rest of the night.

You collected the empty bowl from him and took it back to the kitchen. You cleaned up the rest of the soup, put it in the refrigerator, and jotted down that he ate on his mom’s chart. It was the first complete meal he ate in days.

You went back into your bedroom to find Josh still propped up just the way you left him. This time, his eyes were fluttering shut and he was fighting the urge to close them.

You removed the pillows from behind him and helped him lay down once again.

You got under the covers and cuddled up against him. You held him close, running your hands up and down his back under his shirt.

Before fully falling asleep for the night, he whispered, “Thank you for everything. I love you,”

You didn’t even have time to respond because before you knew it, after the week you’d had, you were exhausted and you were fast asleep too.

You woke up periodically throughout the night when your alarms went off to give him his medication. The two of you fell back asleep instantly after each dose.

When you woke up the next morning, the sun was shining through the windows fully and you let out a sigh of relief when you looked over at the clock and saw it was 10:37 AM. Finally, you felt refreshed. You looked over at Josh, who was in a deep sleep. His mouth was slightly open and the entire right side of his face was smushed deep into his pillow. His legs spread all over his side of the bed, and yours. You crept out of bed and made your way out into the living area.

You got out a pot and started heating up water in it once again. You washed your face and brushed your teeth as the water heated up. You returned to the kitchen and placed the washcloth in the pot. You let the washcloth fully emerge and let it sit in the water for a bit while you made Josh tea and brewed a pot of coffee.

You were just about to pull the washcloth out of the pot of water when you felt hands around your waist and a set of lips on your neck.

“Morning, Mama,” he whispered.

His chest pressed into your back and he rocked you back and forth a little as he hugged you from behind. You felt his warmth instantly. He was the sun, after all.

You turned around in his arms and gave him a full hug, holding him tight. It was the first time you’d truly hugged him in a week. You missed this feeling more than anything. His body was warm, and comforting. It was everything you needed.

Your vision got blurry as all the emotions you had been bottling up this week started pouring out of you uncontrollably. You had been holding them in the best you could for days, especially around him- and with his touch, they all finally released.

Josh rubbed your back and kissed your cheek as you cried, letting you get it all out.

“Get it out, I got you. You’re okay, Mama,” he said reassuringly.

After some time, you broke away from him slightly. He held his hands around the small of your back and gave you the softest kiss on the lips. It felt like your first kiss with him all over again. His lips were soft and they wrapped around yours like two pieces of a puzzle. They were made for you and you missed them so much.

He pulled back and a full smile spread across his face.

Your heart melted as you looked at how good he looked. He was fresh out of bed and his hair was a mess but he looked well rested. That little ray of sunshine that had been hiding behind a cloud had come back out.

He wiped the tears from under your eyes and kissed your cheeks. He rested his hands on your jaw and his thumbs rubbed against your cheekbones. He looked deep into your eyes as he spoke.

“Hey,” he said softly, “It’s okay. I’m okay,” he assured you.

You sighed and brought your hand up to stroke his hair by his ear. Having him hold you, and kiss you, and hearing him say that after this past week lifted the biggest weight off your shoulder. You felt like you could finally breathe.

“I just missed you,” you admitted.

“I know, Mama, I know. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me. But thank you for being there for me. You’re incredible, you know that?”

He wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you close to him. He rested his chin on your shoulder and held you there for a moment while he gave it little kisses.

He lifted his chin and leaned back. One hand pulled you into him by the waist.

“Now,” he began, “What do I need to do to make you feel better?”

“Can you just love me?” you asked sweetly.

“Of course, Mama,” he replied.

“After you brush your teeth,” you giggled.

“Hah,” he breathed out, blowing his hot breath into your face before laughing and turning around to head to the bathroom. You grabbed a towel off the island and whipped his butt with it as he walked away, laughing.

Author’s Note: I originally was not going to publish this but after the recent Rhinestone Diary, I had to. Please note- I am not making any claims about what Josh went through with his ear, COVID, or any canceled/rescheduled shows. Also, Miss Karen is wonderful and amazing. This is fiction.

If you liked this, please tell me all your thoughts! I’m not Josh lane so I hope I did him justice!

#josh kiszka fanfiction #josh kiszka imagine #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka one shot #soft josh #FLUFFY JOSH #greta van fleet imagine #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet fan fic #greta van fleet one shot #JMK #josh kiszka x you #josh kiszka x y/n

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Fluffy February Prompts 2023

Welcome to Fluffy February 2023! Back for a third year, we want to spread fluff and good feelings throughout all of February.

This year, we’re reverting to the one-prompt-a-day format from 2021. As in previous years, no one is obliged to write/draw/create every single day -- do as many as you want! The official guidelines are posted here.

Above the cut are the one-word prompts. Below the cut, I’ve included some phrases and suggestions in case the one-word prompt isn’t stirring something creatively. You are totally free to reinterpret the prompt in a different way; the stuff below the cut is just to help someone out of block if needed. Please tag @fluffyfebruary so we can reblog your creations!

Soooo here we go! Happy creating!

1. Hello

2. Soft

3. Anniversary

4. Starlight

5. Amber

6. Stretch

7. Cloak

8. Callous

9. Breezy

10. Thunder

11. Immaculate

12. Shell

13. Pride

14. (Free Space/Do Your Own Prompt)

15. Reward

16. Glow

17. Blessed

18. Glide

19. Loop

20. Sink

21. Tender

22. Remember

23. Crave

24. Bubbly

25. Murmur

26. Joy

27. Blaze

28. Goodbye

Here is the prompt list again, this time with some potential interpretations to try to get your creativity going, if you’re struggling with a prompt. As stated above, you are under no obligation to use ANY of these -- this is just to bust blocks.

1. Hello -- the first meeting, the start of a day, a surprise…

2. Soft – a sound, a voice, a feeling…

3. Anniversary – a day to be remembered, a day to remember, another year…

4. Starlight – in night, in comparison, in color…

5. Amber – a stone, a color, a scent, a name…

6. Stretch – limbs, clothes, boundaries, ability…

7. Cloak -- clothing, to obscure, a device…

8. Callous – an attitude, where something has rubbed, rough...

9. Breezy– an attitude, a voice, the weather, approach...

10. Thunder – weather, noise, a voice, rumble...

11. Immaculate -- divine, perfect, untouched, clean, sinless...

12. Shell – a home, a part, a covering, an ear, to remove from a hard place, what once was...

13. Pride -- a group of lions, a feeling, a sin, a virtue...

14. (Free Space/Do Your Own Prompt)

15. Reward - for a deed done, for achievement, just desserts...

16. Glow – light, skin, a smile, eyes, a warmth...

17. Blessed -- favored, gifted, lucky, a curse, uttered in frustration...

18. Glide -- to soar, to skim, to slide, music, dance ...

19. Loop – a path, a knot, a circuit, a stunt, connection ...

20. Sink -- a verb or a noun or a feeling ...

21. Tender -- a person or an approach, to show care...

22. Remember – recall, memory, to summon back again, to learn, to ignore...

23. Crave -- yearn, desire, pine, for a person, for a food....

24. Bubbly -- from heat, from a reaction, to blow, soapy, a personality, fizzy, champagne...

25. Murmur -- the hum of the crowd, a low voice, something tender, articulate, inarticulate...

26. Joy -- happiness, pure pleasure, a virtue...

27. Blaze -- burn, streak, smoke, to color, to destroy...

28. Goodbye --- the end, until next time, never again, to set free...

#fluffy february #fluffy February prompts #fan art #fan fiction #ocs welcome #original fiction #fluffyfebruary

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its-in-the-woods · 2 days

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Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 7

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here , five here, six here

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating/Warning: As always minor get out. So things are gonna get spicy! I would say PWP but there were six chapters of plot so do with that what you may. Biting, fingering, older man/younger women, multiple Os for Female, P in V, female receiving oral, swapping bodily fluids, marking, use of condemn, cleaning, possessiveness, hints at SA/NonCon if you squint, comfort, cuddling, all sorts of fluff! Enjoy y'all deserve this <3

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

I think I may have an ending now. Posts will continue to be 2-3k long. Every other day more than likely. The whole fic will be around 30k words.

I know you're excited about this. 😈

“You can leave the shirt off,” You say, meeting his gaze, walking forward your fingers running under the helm to lift the offending piece of material. He doesn't stop you as you pull it up over his head.

“Doesn’t seem fair really,” He smirks and grabs at your shirt, you let him take it off. The chill of the air makes your skin prickle.

If you had thought ahead you would have worn something a little spicery. But instead, you just have a simple black bra on. It doesn’t stop him from gazing down at you, eyes flowing over your skin. The heat hits you just as fast as the air does.

“Better?” You ask the courage you had before flickering as you both looked at each other.

Walton gestures over to the bed, “I grabbed you some - umm- comfortable clothes.” Looking you see a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose black shirt. Folded neatly on the end of the bed.

You grab them, your hands going to the belt of your jeans. His fingers are there, swatting yours away, undoing your belt he drags it out. Folding it flicks it at your butt. Squeaking you jump a little covering it. Your hands rubbed at the stinging flesh.

“Walton,” You gasp, as he giggles flicking you again with it. You go to grab it but he pulls it away, this results in the two of you chasing each other around the bedroom. He jumps onto the bed and rolls out of the way. You lunge at him and he scitters out from under you. Chuckling he scoots around the bed grabbing at one of your legs flipping you over and dragging you down to the edge of the bed. You stare up into his wild hazel eyes as he looks down at you, his body posed over top of yours. Heart pounding in your ears at being manhandled into position.

He moves sliding down and undoing your pants, he tugs at the bottoms nearly landing on his ass as your pants slide off of you. Throwing your head back you laugh at the absolute ridiculousness of the situation. Walton throws the pants behind him, and slides in beside you. Your face is red and you turn onto your side to look at him. He licks his lips looking at you, you can see how red he is from the little tussle you both had. Both of you are slightly disheveled by the roughhousing.

“You play dirty,” You say shifting so your feet touch his. His hand comes out to run down your arm. Following gooseflesh that makes you shiver.

“I am an outlaw sweety,” He drawls, eyes glowing in the light. “Never was much of one to play fair.”

You narrow your eyes at him, part of this is an act, but you aren’t going to let on that you know. Taking your chance you slide over and roll on top of him, your hands resting on his stomach. He is fit, his stomach flexing as you watch a grin spread across his face.

“Well Mr. Goggins,” You breathe out, wiggling your hips against his. “Two can play at this game”

He bit his lip, leaning up on his arms to watch you move in small circles. Eyes following the way you shift and little sounds escaping from your lips. Your fingers move up to undo your hair, letting it fall, your breath caught in your chest as you lock eyes with him. Leaning down to kiss him, you keep ridding that increasingly hard-line underneath you. The kisses are soft and slow, barely touching, but you feel like you’re on fire. He pulls you against his chest, his hands moving behind you to undo your bra, he takes it off tossing it behind you to land with the rest of the discarded material.

“That seems fair,” He grins, kissing down your neck, his tongue licking across your collarbone.

You keep moving enjoying the kisses and nibbles, heat pooling in your stomach making you ache. There is way too many clothes in the way considering you’re both topless. You scoot back, and Walton’s hands are on your waist. They grip into the skin, nails digging in enough to leave small indents.

“Where do you think you are going?” He growls scooting you up so that you are straddling his legs, and your hips are pressed close together.

“Was just thinking,” You let out a gasp as he sucks a mark on the top of your breast. “Damn it-” Your beath hitches, as he moves furth down and sucks at your nipple. “I want your pants off.”

He grins against you, pulling back to admire the marks he’s left. “Mmm, You look better than I imagine,”

You try unsuccessfully to wiggle down, but his large hands hold you right in place. “Did you imagine me,” You tease, “Sitting here on your lap, grinding against you. Trying to get you to take off these pants.”

He laughs, the hardy laugh that makes his head tip back and his smile wrinkling his eyes. “You are so needy aren’t you,”

Grumbling you look at him, arms crossed over your beast, glaring at him for a moment. “Judging by-” You wiggle yourself down against him, he’s rock hard and barely moving. “How hard you feel, I am not the only needy one.”

You’re on your back quicker than you realize, he is fast, pushing you against the bed as he kisses around your breasts. This man was going to be the death of you. You groan, hands roaming over his head and down his shoulders. You give in and relax, it was clear he wasn’t going to let you do what you wanted. Not that you really wanted him to stop. His mouth had found its way to your stomach, blowing cool air over the trail he made.

“You are such a tease,” You grumble, hands running across his shoulders, your hips moving up.

Leaning up on his elbows he grinned, “Am I really now?” Fingers tracing patterns over your stomach which tickles you. You squirm and he moves lower, kissing along your stomach.

“Just trying to be a gentleman,” He grins at you, fingers looping under your underwear to pull them down. You squeak as he removes them falling somewhere behind him.

You almost want to cross your legs, your body tensing at being completely bare. It had been so long, and as much as you were aching for this you also felt a wave of nerves. Gentle warm hands are placed on your hips, and Walton is looking right at you. His eyebrows raised, as he moved himself up to lay beside you.

“If you don’t want to do this,” He says quietly, and you feel so exposed and yet comfortable. “We can stop right here. It’s okay. You just say so and I will stop.”

You worry at your lip, trying to gauge exactly how you feel. No one had ever asked you before if you were comfortable or even wanted to do what was happening. At the same time, you desperately want to let this man do just about anything he wants with you. You wanted it because he was asking, taking the time to see if you were okay.

Your voice feels trapped but you shake your head, grasping for your voice. “No, I want this. I want you.” You can see him visibly relax as you fiddle with your fingers, “Also you are still in pants.”

Walton groaned and sagged off the bed, wiggling himself over to where he was before. “First, I need a snack.”

You go to sit up for a moment, expecting him to leave, but you are pleasantly surprised when he pushes your legs apart. “Oh-” Is all you get out before your whole body is arching as his fingers run across your center.

He moves his fingers down where your thigh and pussy meet, he leans in and licks up from the center flicking back and forth over your clit. You’re hands are trying to find something to grab cause that feels so good. He repeats the movement several times, each time moving slightly faster. His fingers move down, and he rubs over the entrance, over and over until you can feel wetness seeping out. You again try to move, but the stubborn asshole in between your legs won’t let you. Flustered you squeeze his head with your legs, which gets a very pleasant hum coming out of him. His face moves up to your clit and sucks it into your mouth. Hand on your hip or not, you couldn’t help but push up into his face. A finger finally slips in and you push down against it.

“If you don’t pick up the pace,” You squeak, trying somehow to get him moving, desperately needing him to do just a little more.

His lips leave you and you cry out, a mutter of curses leaving you. A second finger slips in, and you whine, his thumb moving in circles over your clit. Finally having room to move, you're pushing down onto his fingers as he meets you. His lips moving down along your thigh, he leans in and bits at the flesh. You buck up cursing as the pain and his fingers moving in and out of you almost push you over.

“F-fuck-” You squeak, “Don’t stop,”

His pace picks up the rhythm, and you are grabbing at the bedcovers as he starts to nibble again. His thumb rubbed along the side of your clit, his thick fingers spreading you open as you wriggle against him. The sounds are obscene, you couldn’t remember the last time you had been so wet. Heat building you are gasping for air, and then he bites down. Your orgasm making you buck, he kept going and you are squirming trying to get away.

“One more,” He whispers licking at the fresh mark on your thigh, and damn you didn’t know how good that was going to make you feel.

“Motherfucker,” You hiss trying to squirm away, but he has slowed down enough that you can feel it building again. Groaning you shiver, the third finger is in and oh fuck you’re full. He moves them slightly pushing in and up. That nerve bundle pulsed as he took a quick deliberate thrust into it. Trying to relax but your toes are curling as your hands are on his head, fingers gripping him as he hums against you. You are right there again making your whole body tremble. He doesn’t let up, keeping the pressure just perfect. Fingers and tongue are dragging another orgasm out of your body. Walton keeps up the pressure until you’re keening and squeezing his head with your thighs. It’s both too much and not enough, you squirm trying to get relief.

Walton finally eases up, his fingers slipping out of you. Part of you wish he’d left them there, you feel strangely empty. At the same time, you are officially jello, your whole body melted into the bed. You let out a content sigh as the man between your legs moves up. He has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, cheeks red and lips wet. Looking like he was the one on the receiving end of coming.

“Mmm, you taste good,” He whispers leaning down to kiss you, his body slotting into yours so easily. Your hands hold his face for a moment as you kiss your own taste out of his mouth.

You let your legs lay open your hands moving down to those god-awful pants. Determined to get them off finally. You can feel him grin against you as you push them down, he stands and wiggles himself out of them. Leaning up on your arms you take him in, he may have been older than you but he was fit. Broad shoulders tapering down into a small waist, his stomach rippling as he breaths, arms defined and strong. Cock dripping as it stuck out from his center. You grab his attention with a smile, croking your finger at him. He moves and grabs a condemn out of the drawer. Grinning he moved up to you, laying himself between your legs and kissing you. Feeling him press against you makes your body shiver. Hands fumbling to get the protection down his hard cock.

Canting up your hips you feel his cock slide against your wet pussy, he groans against your mouth. So you repeat the movement, your hand moving between you, tipping your hips up. You grab his hard cock and put it into yourself. The hitching of his breath makes you grin as your pussy stretches around him. Filling you up and stretching you just enough that it almost hurts. Staying like that for a moment, eyes closed mouth slightly open as feels you flex around him. He starts to move, finally, his hips pumping into you. You moan, it’s been far too long and feels far too good. Your hands dig into his back as you start to match his pace. Lips kissing and licking down his neck, his mouth finding the top of your shoulder and biting down. Your hips stutter, but his don’t, the weird mix of pain and pleasure making your cunt throb. The pain pushes everything to the next level.

“Got to remember that,” He mumbles licking at the fresh bruise, as you squirm underneath him.

You groan and in return suck underneath his collarbone, he moans out your name. Then you are moving again, he scoots up the bed and you’re already on your knees. Wanting him back inside you, you straddle him you grind yourself along his aching cock. He curses trying to get you to help shift him inside you. But you only grin, and wiggle more hands on his chest keening as you feel the tip catch on your opening. You reach behind you, tipping your hips up and sliding back down. The angle makes you gasp as you start to ride him, the angle just perfect to hit that spot inside you. He’s already sitting up sucking and licking at your nipples. You cupped the back of his head as you both moved together. Walton’s hand is pressed between you, finding your clit and moving it in circles your breath hitches and your inner walls squeeze around him.

“Fuck,” He moans kissing you deeply, “I am right there,”

You try to keep the rhythm but your whole body vibrates and it feels so good. The way he is fucking into you, his fingers rubbing against your clit, heat threatening to spill out of you. ‘

“Oh god,” You moan, tipping your head back and eyes closed as you start to tremble, “Fuck, Walt,”

It’s all you get before he’s sucking at your collarbone, making you see stars as your orgasm is ripped out of you. Gasping and hitching as he keeps fucking into you, his hips stuttering as he follows after you. Your name on his lips as he holds you tight against him. The movements slow until you’re both just putty. Walton slowly leans you both down onto the bed. You keep your leg over his hips, feeling him still inside of you. Wiggling forward you rest your head on your arm, leaning in to kiss him. Walton moans into your mouth, hips sputtering a little as you move. Grinning you move a little bit more, and his hand grabs your hips rolling you on top of him.

“Kinky thing aren’t yah,” He grins kissing your nose, and you melt against him. His body was warm against yours, sticky with sweet kisses, a fresh patch of bruises covering over both of you.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” You grin burying your face against his neck as your cheeks light up.

His fingers run down your spine, and you shiver and snuggle against him, “Have to remember that leaving marks is a thing.” He waves his hand above you making a little check mark with a dinging sound.

You grin against his neck, leaning back to look at his cute face, “Well you’re not wrong.”

“Hold on for a second,” Walton says gently rolling you onto the bed, getting up he moves quickly to the bathroom, and you hear the toilet flush. Then running water and he is back out and you could get used to seeing him walk around naked. The man was easy on the eyes, and the way he looked at you made you wonder if you could go again.

He comes over with a towel, his hands warm carefully moving your legs to clean you, so gentle yet thrilling, someone who actually took the time to care. You lay there letting him clean you up as your brain melts out of your ears.

He tosses the offending cloth over to a basket flipping the blanket up he gestures for you to get in. You oblige and slide onto the soft sheets wiggling back to make room for him. Coming in he brings you close so you can snuggle against his side.

“So what other, umm, things are you into,” He asks hands rubbing up and down your arm.

You flush a little, you hadn’t thought about that. It wasn’t like you hadn’t had sex, sex was good, but it was often just that. A way to release and enjoy yourself. But the biting had made things completely different. Not to mention you were going to see his marks every time you got dressed. Your fingers rub along the one by your collarbone.

“I’ve never really.” You try to come up with words, “Honestly, I’ve never felt comfortable enough to explore that.”

“Hmm, well we may have to change that,” He grins kissing your forehead. The promise of another time makes you smile.

You snuggle in as he brings the blanket up over your body, you’re so comfortable that you’re out cold in a matter of moments.

Chapter eight

*nothing like cute slightly possessive sex*

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tllgrrl · 2 months

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Happy Birthday, Old Man by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Summary: Bucky celebrates his 100 and somethingth (“Who’s countin’?”) birthday with his family, and an old friend makes an appearance.

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For @buckybarnesevents Bucky’s Birthday Bash: Bake A Cake Edition

Base - #6 Post-Endgame /Post-TFATWS

Filling - Trope/Quotes: #1 There was only one bed. (Kinda…)

Frosting - Characters: #11 Sarah Wilson (and Cass, AJ, and Alpine)

Toppings: Colours: Blue (mentioned)

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He slowly opened his eyes and Sarah’s shoulder was the first thing he saw.

Smooth. Dark. Highlighted by pale blue moonlight through the skylight.

He didn’t want to move, but he carefully extracted himself from the bed, grabbed his robe from the chair, made his way out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him, and headed down the stairs.

He drank a glass of water, then stepped out onto the deck that overlooked the lake.

It was chilly enough to where he wrapped Sarah’s shawl she’d left outside around himself before stretching out on one of the deck chairs, and leaning back to look up into the starry night sky.

The light fragrance of her—and his—favourite body lotion enveloped him.

So many stars. Different constellations are visible in Upstate New York than in Southern Louisiana…than in Wakanda…than in…than…in…

“So…seems like you got some of that Life that Tony was talkin’ about, too, huh? I’m really happy for you, Buck.”

“Mmmm. Wha—?” Bucky opened his eyes, looked over to his left, and there was an elderly man—tall, with white hair—standing at the railing, looking out over the still waters.

It looks like, but it can’t possibly be…

“Steve…?“

“Happy Birthday, Old Man.”

“Thanks, pal. What—?”

Just as the man turns to face him—

Sarah shifts a little.

“You okay, Old Man?” She reaches back and gently rakes her fingers through his hair.

Bucky opens his eyes. He’s in bed. Sarah’s shoulder is the first thing he sees.

Smooth. Dark. Highlighted by pale blue moonlight through the skylight.

“Nothin’.” He kisses that shoulder, gently rubs his cheek on her. “Just a dream, nandi.”

“A good dream?” She whispers, but he can hear the smile in her voice.

He closes his eyes and buries his face in her hair, inhaling her and pulling her closer, wrapping his arm around her.

“Yeah. Not as good as this, though.”

Behind him is Cass. Cass’s heels are at his back and his head is pointed toward the foot of the bed.

AJ is curled up at Sarah’s feet.

The plan was to take the boys to their room and tuck them in after Storytime, but everyone had all fallen asleep in the King-sized bed because it was cold outside, and the vacation cabin had a fireplace in the master bedroom, so they were all cozy.

A purr is coming from somewhere above his and Sarah’s heads, and Alpine’s paws find his head and begin gently kneading his scalp.

“Hey, up there,” he whispers, “settle down, you.”

Outside, it’s wee hours dark, but the moon is almost full. Along with the soft glow of the nightlight by the door, Bucky can make out the details in the room, and of the blanket covering them.

It’s different shades of blue, woven from fibers dyed with indigo.

Woven into the blanket there are symbols, words, prayers that offer blessings and protection.

There is a similar spread on Sarah’s bed back home in Delacroix. The boys have their special Border Tribe blankets as well. This particular super-sized blanket travels with the family when they go on vacations and road trips.

It is soft, yet substantial thanks to the Vibranium that’s woven into the cloth making it practically impervious to a whole list of threats.

And most importantly, it keeps his family comfortable and warm.

Before he goes back to sleep, Bucky looks over to the nightstand and sees the framed photograph they’d given to him earlier.

A photo of Sarah, Cass, AJ, and him.

It had been beautiful at the dock on that special day. They were all smiles, dressed to the nines, and Sarah was holding a little bouquet of flowers.

The card next to the photo was handmade by the two boys and read:

Happy Birthday, Dad!! We Love You!!

Happy Birthday, mthandi! Sarah wrote under the boys’ names, and had drawn a heart.

“Happy Birthday, Old Man,” he heard the familiar voice as it faded away.

Yeah, Bucky thought as he drifted back to sleep, smiling.

Happy.

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Birthday Kiss

A cute & fluffy friends to lovers story for Harry's birthday! lot's of tension brewing. Literally the feeling of when you're both too shy to make ✨the move✨. Sorry for any mistakes, I literally just threw this together!

Warnings: None? Some steamy kissing/making out, but no smut-smut.

WC: 4.6K words

It was just after midnight and the festivities hadn’t been luxe or extravagant like many people would have probably imagined for a star of his caliber, it had just been a small little thing organized by Jeff at a family friend’s Palm Springs home. But Harry really preferred it that way. When he was around his people he liked to feel a part of the bunch, not like the star of the show, as he normally was. It was interesting really because almost everyone at this little post-show celebration worked for him - not necessarily as his subordinates, but as the team who helped him seemingly conquer the world. And as a friend of his for several years now, Y/N thought it was quite beautiful that once he left the venue and the crowd was gone, the lights turned down and the ground was littered with glitter and endless stray feathers he wasn’t Harry Styles, world-famous pop star anymore, he was just plain old, Harry. His management and production team weren’t in work-mode anymore, they were just his friends, like she was and they loved him, like she did.

“Thank you guys, so much.” He smiled, all dimply and bashful, head bowed in gratitude but his eyes were scanning the faces of the roughly 15 people who were with him and had just finished singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to him. There was still a very soft cloud of smoke before him from the candles he had just blown out on the small cake in his hands. He set it down as a few of his bandmates, friends, and loved ones started to line up to give him a hug and offer their well wishes and she would wait her turn patiently to do the same, saving herself for last because it had been a while since they had even been in the same room.

Finally, Y/N was up next and Harry’s smile went a bit bigger for her. Harry always told her that she was his favorite, which she loved to hear because he was her favorite too. And as she approached him he opened his arms wide for her to fit herself against his chest and hug him tight as she pressed a kiss to his jaw, his cheek was a tad out of reach for her.

“Mmmm….” She hummed into their embrace, “Happy birthday, H.” She congratulated him as their faces pressed together while they hugged tight.

“Thank you, love. Thank you so much for coming out, I know you’re swamped.” He said lowly.

“Of course! I’m just sorry I won’t be able to make it tomorrow. Or well, tonight technically.” She said as they pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes. Her hands had slid down to his biceps and his were settled at the middle of her back.

“You’re here tonight! I’m just happy you were able to make it to one of the shows.” He said and she smiled at him.

“I am too, thank you for having me. You were amazing, as always…” she complimented and his cheeks went all pink as he smiled at the ground before their eyes met again.

“Really, thank you so much.” He said and she just hugged him again which he easily gave in to. After a moment of catching up they were joined by Shellie, Jeff’s mom, who started chatting with them both and then they scattered as he talked with others and she caught up with some mutual friends who she also hadn’t seen in a bit. But soon it was nearing 1am and Y/N had to go, she had a several hour drive back to LA and day full of depositions later on in the day.

She had started a new job at a rather prestigious law firm back in October and had been unusually busy with case prepping and depositions and paperwork and court appearances and just life during his LA residency and she hadn’t been able to make any of his shows in LA. So when he informed her about the Palm Springs additions in early December she made sure to request the day off to make it to one of them, it unfortunately couldn’t be the one on the actual day of his birthday but it was close enough.

“Well, I ought to hit the road…” Y/N said to Jeff who she had been chatting with for the last few minutes.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay and head out in the morning?” He asked and she sighed.

“Can’t, I’ve got a deposition at 9:30 tomorrow…” she sighed and he grimaced.

“Oh man, I’m sorry.” He said and she shrugged.

“It is what it is…” she sighed through a chuckle and he chuckled along with her before hugging her.

She then proceeded to say her farewells to the people she knew from the group including Glenn and Jeff’s parent’s, and Harry’s mom too and politely hugged those who she had met for the first time tonight. Then she made her way over towards Harry, he was with Pauli, Ny, and Kris Jenner, of all people in the world, who animatedly told them some story that had the three of them in absolute stitches. Harry was quite literally clutching at his stomach as he gasped for air through his laughter. He was so beautiful when he laughed, it made her heart flip in funky ways and if she could she would watch this moment in replay. As soon as Harry saw her he reached his hand out to her despite his laughter and she grabbed it, allowing him to pull her over. It sent an electric current through her body, not knowing that touching her had the exact same effect on him.

“Oh my god, that was the wildest thing I’ve ever heard.” He said through bated breathing as he just pulled Y/N close.

“We were wild back in the day, just ask your mom.” Kris laughed to Harry and he shook his head.

“I don’t think I want to know about her adventures.” He laughed, inhaling deeply as he recovered then turned to Y/N, “This is Kris, by the way, I don’t think you’ve met?” He asked and Y/N shook her head as she looked from Harry to Kris.

“Not yet, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.” She said extending a hand and Kris pulled her in for a hug.

“We’re huggers here, Y/N. It’s lovely to meet you.” She said kindly as Y/N smiled at her as they pulled apart.

“Thank you. You too.” Y/N reciprocated her nicety with a sincere smile.

“Alright, well it was nice to chat with you all, but I’m going to go back to my crowd.” She said to them all as she came closer to Harry, “Happy birthday, sweetheart. You were fantastic out there.” She praised as they hugged, “I’m so proud of you.” She sprinkled in as they kissed cheeks and soon she was heading off.

“She’s the best.” Pauli chuckled and Harry grinned wide and nodded in agreement.

“Literally, never a dull moment with her around.” He assured as he draped his arm over Y/N’s shoulder, “Should we indulge in another slice of cake? We can share.” He said to her and she pouted a bit.

“It’d love to, but it’s time for me to retire.” She said and he frowned.

“At this hour? Gonna drive all the way now?” He asked in slight concern.

“Have to. I have to be at a deposition at 9:30.” She said to the group with an exasperated look and both Pauli and Ny grimaced in the same manner as Jeff had when she told him.

“I’m sorry.” Ny said.

“It’s work.” She shrugged, “Can’t live with it, can’t live without it.”

“Maybe you should just join the Love Band.” Pauli smiled and Y/N cackled.

“If you want to continue having successful tours, maybe not!” She joked.

“We don’t have to mic you…” He said and she giggled as they all chuckled.

“It was nice to see everyone though. You guys sounded great!” She said as Harry let her go so that she could hug his bandmates goodbye, “Bye-bye, birthday boy.” She said coming up to him with open arms and he hugged her, swaying them a few times, “Oh! That reminds me, I got you something! I’ll go get it real quick!” She said breaking their hug and he shook his head.

“It’s alright, I’ll walk you out.” He said.

“Oh no, it’s OK. I had to park down the street and-”

“More reason to not let you go alone. There’s coyotes out there.”

“It’s California, there’s coyotes everywhere.” She giggled.

“Whatever, I’ll be back in a few.” He said to Pauli and Ny-oh, “Guy’s I’m gonna walk Y/N to her car, I’ll be back in a bit!” He announced over the conversations happening and the group all called out farewells as she smiled and waved goodbye to everyone before they walked off towards the entrance of the house.

“Deposition at 9:30, huh?”

“Yeah…it’s a wrongful termination case…I don’t think our client was wrongfully terminated but whatever.” She said and he chuckled as they reached the door and made their way outside. The wind was blowing hard, making the night feel colder than it probably was as so he linked arms with her as they made their way out the door.

Harry wished she didn’t have to go tonight, with his work commitments they didn’t get to see each other all that much, but now that she had this crazy job as a defense attorney she was busy all the time and it made it even harder for them to hang out like they often did when he was in town. Harry had liked Y/N for a year or so now and on multiple occasions he had intended to tell her but would end up flaking out, he wasn’t sure if she liked him too or what? He had a hard time reading her and he didn’t want to risk ruining anything in their friendship.

“What’d they do?” He asked as they walked to the gate around around the property.

“Here’s the context, we deposed the other person involved a few days ago!” She said with excitement, “So he had tried to ask one of his co-workers out-”

“It had to be a ‘he’…” he interrupted and she giggled and nodded, “Makes us al look bad…” he mumbled and she giggled.

“Oh yeah he does! Well, the girl said no and he was insistent; like he would send her flowers and buy her things, that type of situation. So she’s creeped out and decided to file a harassment complaint with HR.” She explained as they made their way through the gate, “So they call him in and give him a warning, advise him to leave her alone and he get’s pissed that she involved HR. So he then has to do a sexual harassment training program and professionalism workshops, which he never went to, so again, HR sends him a notice. All the while, he continues to pursue the girl, telling her that the least she could do is go out with him because she ratted him out to HR.” She said and he scoffed, “I know. I would drop him if I could…so anyway, long-story-short, she blows him off again and he get’s so angry that he puts an air tag on her car and shows up at her house!”

“What the fuck?” Harry gasped.

“I know! Total nut job… so she calls the police because she feels unsafe and she starts an inquiry at work to see how he got a hold of that information as it’s not made public and as they dig through things they find out about the air tag while reviewing security footage and fire him on the spot. He’s arguing that company policy says 3 warnings and he only got 2 warnings and well, you know how those people are.” She said and he frowned as they continue walking.

“God…and you’re working the case?”

“Assisting. I don’t get to do cases alone yet.” She said quickly, “I wonder what he’s gonna say in his deposition tomorrow, I’m curious.” She said and he hummed.

“Well, just be careful, he’s clearly not well and I don’t know what I would do if he fixated on you and stalked you too.” He said shaking his head.

“After doing some digging on him I think I’ll be fine, I’m not his type.” She said and he hummed.

“Well still. You live alone and there’s a lot of crazies out there.”

“I am, H.” She said and he sighed.

“Better be.” He said lowly and she smiled at his concern.

“This is me.” She said as they stopped beside her sedan and she let go of his arm and unlocked her car, “Thank you again, for inviting me. I had a lot of fun.” She assured with a smile and he smiled as well.

“Thank you for driving all the way out here for me. I know it’s a long way and we didn’t even really get to spend time together or-”

“I’m just really happy I got to see you.” She said, “I missed you.” She admitted.

“I missed you too. And I know I haven’t been a great friend, I’ve been so busy and haven’t even reached out to catch up or talk and you came all this way for this like 5 minute conversation and I just feel bad.” He said and she shook her head.

“Oh my god, H… I understand and I mean, relationships are a two way street, H. I haven’t done that either, I’ve been so busy that I’ve neglected a lot of people the last few months and I didn’t want that to continue into this year.” She explained, “I don’t care about the drive or even if I didn’t get one-on-one time with you today, I just wanted to be here for you.” She said simply, “And I promise that I will do better from here on out. You matter to me and our friendship matters to me, so of course I’m going to come through for you. Always.” She promised and he bit his lip and nodded.

“Thank you, I’ll do better too. You mean so much to me too, like you don’t even know.” He said to her and she smiled softly. The words were trying to claw their way out of his mouth but he was swallowing them down; she had said that their friendship mattered to her and that was enough to dissuade him from telling her how he felt.

“Thank you. I love you so much.” She said opening up her arms and he smiled as he hugged her tight.

“I love you too.” He responded before they let go.

“Oh, before I forget!” She said opening up the passenger door and he moved aside to let her dip down into the car, “Here is your present. I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to wrap or bag it.” She said extending a book out to him.

“You didn’t have to get me anything…” he assured as he took it from her timidly.

“It’s nothing, H. It’s used by me so ummm there are some highlights and things in there, but don’t mind them. I just think you’ll really like it.” She explained and he smiled as he looked over the cover, “Daring Greatly” is what it was called, “You know that I’m not super into the whole self-help book thing, but I read this one over the holidays and holy shit…it gave me a lot to think about and I think you’re really going to like it.” She smiled as he flipped it over and read the back of it to get an idea of what it could be about and he smiled as he continued reading through it. There were a lot of aspects about how his life went that were in direct conflict with how he wished it could be and it was hard for him sometimes to feel like there were eyes on him all the time, even in private. It made it hard for him to open up with people that mattered a lot to him sometimes and he was still working hard on being able to overcome that.

“Thank you so much.” He smiled up at her and she nodded as she shut the passenger door.

“Yeah, no worries.” She assured with a friendly smile as he set the book on the roof of the car and reached for her again. They hugged each other tight again and just when he was dreading the thought that she was about to let go, he felt her relax into his hold as the wind whipped around them in the dark street. He smiled and squeezed her a bit harder. Trying to remember everything about this moment. He wished he could be more brave…maybe he wouldn’t tell her what he was feeling in his heart for her, but he would be honest about one thing.

“I don’t want you to go.” He confessed, “Barely got any time with you.” He sighed sadly. His words weighed heavily on her heart, she felt that way too and just thinking about driving away and seeing his reflection grow smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror made her want to cry. She bit her lip and moved her head out of his neck and glanced up to him as he glanced down. Their eyes were filled with sadness as they look at each other.

“I wish I didn’t have to go.” She said and he sighed.

“It’s not fair.” He said sadly and she nodded.

“I know.” She sniffled as she brought a hand up to his jaw and held the side of his face. She watched with a thumping heart as his eyes scanned down her face and landed on her lips before he just glanced up to the sky for a second before he pulled her closer.

“Just hold me for a little bit.” He said and she wrapped her arms around him again and rested her head into the crook of his neck as he rested his chin over her head. She could heart his heart thumping just as hard as hers was and as much as they were relaxed in each other’s hold it was still pounding hard and it dawned on her that just maybe he felt the same way as she did. She was scared to say anything though and so they just held each other in the cold night for who knows how long until his phone rang in his hoodie’s pocket and he groaned as he reached inside for it seeing it was his mom.

“Hi.” He said as he brought it up to his ear, his left hand still secured around her waist, keeping her close, so she didn’t move away, “Sorry, didn’t mean to worry you guys, I’m still out here with Y/N.” He explained, she could feel the vibrations of his low and soothing voice through his throat and chest, “It’s been a long while so we were just making up for lost time, and got chatting.” He said, “-yeah, I know it’s late. I’ll be in soon.” He assured, “Alright, bye.” He finished and hung up before sliding the phone in his pocket, “She said bye again and that I need to let you go home.” He said sadly, but he still wore a smile. “We’ve been out here for twenty minutes apparently. Sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you.” He sighed and she shook her head.

“S’alright. It was lovely while it lasted.” She said and he smiled.

“Just one more minute?” He asked and she nodded and held him close again, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“Yeah, just a little bit more.” She agreed as they started to sway just a little and his hands started sliding down to her hips.

“You look pretty today.” He said and she smiled as she pulled back a bit and laid her hands flat on his chest as she glanced up at him.

“Thanks, H. You look good too, I like when your hair’s like this.” She said and he smiled, “I mean, it looks good when it’s a little longer too, but this looks really good.” She compliment as she reached up and ruffled the top of it a bit and he chuckled.

“Thanks, love.” He hummed bashfully as her hand traveled down his face and her thumb stroked along his jaw, feeling a little more confident.

“This little facial hair action you’ve got going on is also nice.” She said as her thumb trailed towards his mouth and before she could go to the slight mustache growing over his lips he suddenly turned and opened his mouth and playfully snapped a bite at her thumb which gave her a fright as she quickly pulled her hand away, but eventually this ended in a laugh.

“God, stop! You scared me.” She huffed as she very lightly slapped at his chest and he chuckled. But he had to stop her, there was no way that she could feel around his mouth and it not end in him attempting to kiss her and then he’d ruin everything. He had an unreadable look in his eyes which made her frown a bit. “You alright?” She asked and he quickly snapped out of it and nodded.

“Yeah, sorry. Zoned out for a second.” He shook his head and she hummed.

“OK, well I really should go now.” She said and he nodded.

“Yeah.” He agreed, but didn’t really loosen the grip of his arms around her waist as their eyes met again and then his flickered down to her lips quickly but again, made no move and she decided that she was just going to do it.

She tiptoed with a racing heart and butterflies in her stomach. Harry’s entire body was covered in goosebumps as her hands slid up his chest as she tiptoed, their faces now much closer together than before and his heart skipped a beat as her eyes glanced down to his lips and then back up to his eyes as she leaned in closer. He swallowed the nervous lump forming in his throat as the tension between them came to an all-time high. And in mere moments their noses were barely brushing as her hands looped around his neck and then their eyes fluttered closed as she closed the gap as her lips melded against his own tenderly. He couldn’t believe it, the air completely left his lungs and his brain felt like it exploded as his hands squeezed around her hips before he related released them and instead grabbed her face gently as their lips moved together in perfect t sync. The soft little smacks of their kisses were sending him into another plain of reality. As their lips slotted together he felt on top of the world, it wasn’t hard for their kiss to gain a little more traction and deepen as she very lightly sucked on his bottom lip. It just about made his knees give beneath him. This awakened something in him and he did it back to her, he heard her sigh with a little hint of a whimper and he proceeded to let his tongue just barely swipe at her swollen bottom lip and when she parted her mouth just a bit more he used a little more of it. This kiss made her feel like fireworks were bursting inside of her and it was making her breathless; she never wanted to stop, but she needed to go. She really had to now. Harry hummed in slight protest as her hands started to slide back down to his chest.

“No.” He muttered against her mouth and she smiled which caused the kiss to naturally end and he leaned his forehead onto hers, “Been dying to kiss you for ages.” He admitted before leaning back in and she allowed it as he pecked her lips a few more times, her entire body was buzzing now.

“I was too, but I really have to get home, H. I’m sorry.” She pouted and he kissed at her pout.

“I know. Just being selfish.” He muttered and she pecked his lips this time as he let go of her face and settled his hands back on her waist as he pouted now.

“Don’t pout, it’s making me feel bad.” She whined, “Already gonna cry the whole way home.” She sniffled, already feeling her eyes welling up.

“Nooo…” he frowned, “Why are you gonna cry?” He asked as he kissed the tip of her nose.

“Because it’s not fair. Like, who knows when we’re gonna get to see each other again.” She said sadly and he sighed.

“I know…” he said solemnly before he hugged her close and she rested into his chest, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She assured, but he still felt like it was. He was the one leaving the country, not her.

“I’ve still got to perform at the Grammy’s next Sunday so I’m gonna be in town, I’ve got rehearsals during the week and I will make time to come see you.” He said.

“I don’t want to add more stuff to your schedule, H.”

“You’re not, I want to see you before I go on Sunday.” He reassured her.

“Where are you going on Sunday?”

“Back to London. M’performing at the BRIT awards and then just resting a few weeks before I head to Australia for the next leg of the tour.” He sighed and she hummed in understanding.

“S’gonna be a while until next time, huh?” She asked and he nodded sadly.

“Yeah, but you know that this is kind of home away from home.” He said with a small smile, “And well…anywhere you are, that’s where I want to be too. All the time if I could.” He confessed earnestly and she just surged forward and pressed their lips together again in a searing and wonderful kiss, but before she could be sucked back in to another make-out session she parted their lips.

“OK, I really need to go now.” She said and he nodded.

“Yeah, for real this time.” He giggled and they hugged quickly before she pecked his lips just one last time.

“Happy birthday, H.” She spoke against his kiss-swollen lips.

“Thanks, love. I’ll see you soon.” He said and she nodded.

“See you soon.” She whispered before they parted ways and he gave her one last kiss before helping her into her car and waving her off into the night. As she glanced back at him through the rearview mirror her eyes started welling up, as she knew they would. But then her phone dinged and she glanced at it when she came to a stop sign.

Harry:

No crying. Unless it’s happy tears, OK? Text when you get home, please 💕

She giggled all while sniffling as she typed out her response to him

Y/N:

Too late! 😭And I will. Night 💕

With that she went on her way and yes, there were tears but despite the challenges she knew would come, she was confident that everything was going to be just fine.

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