#how she wants it and idk.. cuts and sands it. don’t ask me i’m not good at carpentry. but then she’s like ‘i want to paint this black so th

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Just remembered another fucked up paint story (will put in tags because idk I like talking in tags more than actually in the post)

[gowonders]

forever, always..? ♥ s.hj

summary: hyeju is the girl you met on vacation, and over the 2 weeks, you two have gotten so close. so close that it hurts to say bye. why did you get connected so fast?

warnings: fem reader, lowk angst, , hickeys!!!!!!!! not proofread, lmk if i miss any!!

notes: first loona work on this acc 🥹 they were the first group i stanned so like. let’s give her some justice!! idk if anyone who follows likes loona so i’m not expecting this to do well, but rb/comment if u liked it if u want!! i love seeing yalls thoughts~~

collecting shells on the beach for the last time as you told eachother drama from your lives was the last thing each of you wanted. hyeju was just so charming to you, you couldn’t stop talking to her. and you were so comforting to hyeju, she just found home within you, and in 15 hours, your new found best friend would be gone, across the world, only left to think about and text. oh how you’d miss her hand holding yours as she dragged you everywhere with her, or the way she hugged you before you each went to your family’s beach houses.. you’d miss it. and this was definitely the highlight of your summer.

you quickly get snapped out of your thoughts by hyejus arm linking with yours, nudging you slightly. “yn, you’re sunburnt, here i have some aloe vera at my house, lemme help you!!” she whines, but you oblige as you and the girl trot through the sand and up the wooden ramp that leads to her family’s beach house.

once you both kick the sand off your feet, she leads you inside and sits you on the counter, digging through her beach bag as you watch her, giggling at how much she’s rushing. when she finds the green bottle, she pumps a little of the cold gel and swipes it gently on your cheeks, chuckling at how you flinch at the cold to hot contact. “yn, i can’t have you being all sunburnt and uncomfy in the airrrrr~!” she drags, moving to put some gel on your shoulders as her gentle hands rub it in, tongue slightly poking from her triangle lips in concentration. “you’re so sweet to me, hyejuuuuu!” you say, leaning your head back as you take in the house you’ve spent a few nights at, hands gripping the counter as hyeju finshes up. “i try!! .. but yn, do you ever believe in soulmates?” she says quietly as she washes the aloe off her hands, looking up at you on the counter.

well? yes! this whole trip you had practically ranted every night to your friends over text that this girl was totally your soulmate!! she was so sweet and you connected so fast. there was no way she wasn’t.

“uhhhh, kinda! why? you have someone back home you’re waiting on? do you want advice?” you ask, awkwardly laughing, if so, she probably only thought of you as friends, you didn’t even know if she liked girls like that. “um, no— i- don’t judge me for this but like.. i think we’re soulmates. like there’s no way we aren’t. we’ve gotten so close over a few days and i just think so much of you. i like you..???!! i think?? i don’t know, it feels like i’ve known you for a few months. you don’t even have to like me back. it’s just we only have a few more hours together and i just wanted to tell you.” hyejus dries her hands off and avoids eye contact as you drum your fingers on the countertop. how does someone respond to that. ‘i like you too but we can’t really date if we live so far out!!!’ like hello?

“me too. um, yeah i don’t know what we’re going to do about it though, you live on the other side of the wor—“ she cuts you off, pulling you into a hug with a smile, shaking her head as she ruffles your salty hair. “we can do something about it now? give you enough kisses till i can see you again.” she says, snickering a little as her thumb runs over your knuckles. “sure!” you say, laughing as she pulls you off the counter and onto the couch sitting you down next to her, she looks at you for a bit before doing anything, though. she’s really just admiring your features, you’re so pretty to her?? like she just loves you. she starts peppering light pecks all over your cheeks, moving to the tip of your nose before moving to your forehead, hands twirling through your hair. you laugh a little, it was cute, kind of ticklish, until hyeju moves down to your jaw, peppering kisses under it as her hands wrap around your upper arms, nibbling ever so slightly at the skin, making you gasp. “hyeju….!!!” you laugh, your finger poking at her shoulder. “sorry, sorryyyy, i’m just gonna miss you so much.” she says with a small pout, moving to pick up your hand, peppering kisses along your knuckles and up your index finger before just intertwining her hand with yours, thumb running along the protruding bones of your hand.

“you’re such a pretty girl, you know that, yn?” she says, not even giving you time to respond before she softly plants her lips on yours, it all felt so natural. like you hadn’t just met two saturdays ago.. maybe you were soulmates? there was no way this wasn’t fate with how quickly you got acquainted.

she pulls away, pecking the tip of your nose before moving to your ear, whispering. “can i leave you with something that’ll have you remember this the whole flight back? and a little while after that, too?” you can practically feel the charming smile on her face that always made your stomach get butterflies, you nod, face turning pink at the situation. hyeju moving her head back to your jaw, placing small and light kisses along it, nibbling like before, then moving down to your collarbone, leaving a blooming purple mark. chuckling as she pulls away. “didn’t want your family piecing together what we did when we were supposed to go buy souvenirs..” she says, placing a small peck on the hickey before leaving another, and another… you wouldn’t forget this for a while.

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soon after your little moment, you both left her beach house to go to a small beach shop a few blocks over, giggling as you pick up the silly little trinkets and holding shirts up to you. “should i get this?” “yes yn, it’s soooo cute!!!!” more laughter following soon after. you both buy the stuff you wanted, and you stand outside the store as the dim lighting of the neon sign reflects on both of your faces. “i had fun tonight. i’m really gonna miss you, ughhhhh.” she says, plastic bag hanging from her wrist as she rests her forehead on your shoulder. “me toooooo, we should really plan another visit—“ you get cut off by your phone buzzing, your cousin texting you that you were about to leave for the airport. pulling hyeju into a tight hug, like you weren’t about to see her ever again— oh wait. you weren’t. tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you hide in her shoulder, her hand stroking your hair. “i’ll miss you so much hyeju. you won’t believe it. i’ll text you, okay? i love you, even if we don’t meet again, forever and always.” you say, pulling away from the hug, pecking her lips as you walk back to the beach house your family was staying in.

the drive to the airport was the worst. texting hyeju helped a little, but you couldn’t help but have a bittersweet feeling as you looked at all of the silly photos you took together. “ynnnnn, you’re really gonna miss the girl you were friends with?” your cousin asks, eyes looking over at your phone. oh, if only she knew.. or if she saw those hickeys, i guess. “ummmm, kinda! we got really close over a small time. so a little!!” you say, forcing a laugh to seem cheery. this was anything but.

when you got through security, you walk to your gate, holding the food your cousin made you get before you see— hyeju??? that means she either has a layover here, or she lives somewhat close by to you. no way she didn’t do that one purpose—

“yn? nice to see you again, fix your shirt, i can still see the hick—“ she starts, “shhhh!!! what are you doing here???” you say, fixing your shirt, you really didn’t want your family seeing that.. “um… going home! did you forget it was also my last day here too?” she says chuckling a little, putting her arm around your waist. “let’s hang out a little more, i think we have some unfinished business to do~” she says, leaving you to shove the food into your cousins hands, yes! you definitely have some time to kill before the flight, and hyeju has the perfect thing planned.

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this is so corny… may make a part two if people ask~~ anyways rb/comment please i will usually respond 😙

[cuddl3s4shur1]

When All Said And Done… Take Time

The Beach

Shuri x Ex Black Fem

Summary:After finding out that shuri was their you start to relax .After relaxing you realize that your girlfriend ky actually comes what happened between the 2.

Warning:Fluff

Timeline: After Wakanda Forever

Authors Note:I hope you enjoy reading this also the 150 follower special will be coming soon idk when

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Y/n's POV

You get a voice mail from your mom

"I know you at that beach party but be safe because I don't if it was fireworks or gun shots but I see birds out"

You smile at you moms voice mail knowing she cared and was wondering about you. You walk to your friend who had a cooler . “You got some don juilo “ you question . “Hell yeah” she says grabbing you a bottle . “Thanks Mari” you say showing a smile. You walk around on the beach feeling the sand between your toes .

You take a seat on the sand and let your feet dangle in the water. You take a sip from the bottle and swallowing with a sigh.You kinda wanted kyrah here .You keep drinking your bottle . You swallow the last swig of your drink.You take off the cover ups for you swim suit and you put close but not to close it would get wet . You get in the water relaxing to sound and warmth of the water .

You dance to music from afar and enjoy the outdoors.You get out of the water 30 minutes later.You start to shiver it was cold . You would go get get your towel except you forgot your towel at home. You walk over to Mari “You got a extra towel” you ask she nods showing no .

You feel a tap on the shoulder you turn around to see shuri with a towel. “Thanks ri” you say as she places the towel on your shoulders.You give her a hug and start to walk with her. You enjoyed the moment it reminded you when you and shuri was together it was the small things that made you smile .

You hear a familiar voice behind you. You hear people get let dap the person up and more .You turn around to see kyrah.”Ky you said you weren’t going come “ you say running to give her a hug .”You know I couldn’t do that to you I miss you to much “ she says giving you a kiss on your forehead.

Shuri’s Pov

I look at y/n to see who I would believe is her fiancé . As I see

Y/n with her it makes me made to see her someone else.”Ky this is ri ri this is kyah” She says introducing me to ky and introducing ky to me.I felt tension between us but not sexual tension.”Nice to meet you” I say forcing a smile . “Same to you” ky says rolling her eyes .Y/n gives the towel I gave her back “thanks ri “ she says showing a smile .

I look at them from afar in disgust.It’s not like I was mad to see y/n happy I just kinda wanted it to be me . I mean kissing her earlier made me think about the small god memories we had .Kyah layed her head on y/n’s thighs .It felt like somewhere in my heart had been broken.I always did that when I was with her.These small things are getting to me making me realize I have a spot in my heart that still loves her.

The party was pretty fun and cool I got to see y/n dance and grind which made my heart sting. Once the song ended I decided to talk to ky . “So your Ms fiancé “ I ask drinking my whiskey . “You could say I am” ky says smiling . “She really loves you I can tell “ I say showing a smile. “Good to know” she says unfazed . “Look I’m going to need you to back off “ she says cutting her sweet act off. “What do you mean” I ask confused .”I see the way you look at her you still love her and she loves me so you are going to have to like put that under wraps” Kyrah says being snappy . “She says ending the statement with sipping her glass. “P.S shes forever mine and don’t try nothing I ave eyes on you shuri just because your a princess doesn’t mean I’m scared” she says ending with a smile.Y/n looks over at the two of us”Nice talk Ri “ she says smiling than walking away. Y/n continues to look my way making a slight smirk on my face.

After the talk with ky I decided to stay for a extra hour . I danced drinked talked you know the basics. I look over at fiance's in disgust.I decided to leave after cake and ice cream.

I begin to talk to in my bracelet "Call riri" I say."Meet me in the lab" I demand to her. I walk into the lab as I hang up the call. I go to my desk and start to search for the scrapbook. The scrapbook had all the dates me and y/n had . She always told me to burn it but I couldn’t it was history to me .

"Queen, Riri has entered the lab" griot says.I feel her come up from behind me.”Riri I need help” I say closing the scrap book.”What’s going on” she says sitting at the floatable bar chairs . “It’s y/n” I say moving to sit next to her . “Of course it is what happened” She ask me .”So I was at the beach party for danny and I saw y/n and she looked like a goddess you know like usual”I say looking at he .She responds with “mhm” and nods. “Than she went in the water for a bit and and she came out Needing a towel so I gave her mind”.”Than her fiancé kyah comes and we meet that we don’t talk than later she threatens me to get rid of the feelings for y/n . Riri looks at me letting a gasp. “I don’t want to be cold but I don’t want to ruin it” “just win her back I already know your trying so either keep trying “ Riri explains.

“Your right” i sun showing a smile .”I’ll show and tell her about the world we created with one another”S I say getting up to past

“Thanks riri”

I say showing a her a smile letting her know to leave.

I think about what kyrah said to me she’s right .I’m stuck on her but it’s not like I can express she’s going to get married and I’m going to have to live with it . I take pictures of the scrapbook and send it to y/n

Me:Remember the world we created?

I send the message,”I’m so not over her “ I say face palming I lean on my desk and place my phone down. “I can’t just let her go I have to make my point on how I love her and I have changed “ I say standing up. “I’ll remind her about the world we created a tour of all of are dates and pictures items “ I smile at the end of my sentence

Phase 3 Is kinda In a Go

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When All Said And Done... Take Time-Series Master list

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Hi I hope you have a nice day so yesterday I was watching a mermaid movie lol and wondering if you can do something like y/n is a mermaid and Harry is a lighthouse keeper or a surfer

now that i remember harry has a topless mermaid on his arm

HIII thank you, I had a great day I hope you did too

So I’ve had lots of thoughts about this

So maybe he’s a diver and his job is going on dives with people and like monitoring them to make sure they don’t… yk, die? 😭

So basically I was thinking maybe one day he was taking a solo dive and ones across something in the water and he’s like “okay whatever it’s just some one in one of those fake mermaid tails, duh” but he gets a closer look and he’s like “omg no holy shit she’s hurt”

So they get to the surface and her tail disappears and suddenly she has legs and she’s freaking out like “what are you doing?! I don’t even know who you are?! Get away from me?!” Freaking out bc she’s like um…. I have legs? And this random stranger is next to me?

And after she freaks out Harry tries to calm her down “no, no, it’s fine I’m here to help you. I need to bandage up your leg… or tail? I really don’t know?” So she’s kind of freaking out bc she’s never seen a real human this up close before and she’s never talked to one

So he tries to quickly clean up her leg and bandage it and he’s like “you’re fine now you’re free to go back down.” So she stomps away from him and disappears back down because her mother would obviously help her bandage up her cut

So the next time he’s taking a solo dive again he wanders a little close to her home so she notices and she’s all angry with him and tries to talk to him and tells him to get away from her home and he obviously can’t hear her so she yanks him up to the surface

Plz and she would be basically completely naked beside her seashell bra so he has to avoid looking anywhere but her eyes

Bc I think that’s how mermaid work right?

Idk tbh I just watched the mermaid stuff when I was little and don’t remember it too well

But anyways

She would be like “stop coming down there 😠 I don’t need you messy with my family, human 😒”

And he’s like “no, no, it’s my job I have to go down there but I’ll steer clear from your house I promise.”

And she’s like “okay, let’s compromise. If you bring me all that human junk so I can learn then you can keep swimming near my home.”

“Okay that works but I’m bringing to clothes the next time you want to yank me up from the water.”

So they agree on it and he brings her random things, literally anything he can think of, forks, mirrors, small paintings, actual bras, cute skirts he thinks she might like

So she has a little collection and they start seei bc each other like every single day

And ofc harry is a nice stranger who thinks about the pretty mermaid with the purple tail so they both start to like each other

And I think y/n would be the bold one who just kisses him already

And eventually he brings her up and he shows her “the world” but really he just takes her to touristy things where they live and takes her out to a cute restaurant

And she’s so happy to be with him and she keeps getting compliments from the random human girls like “omg you have the most perfect hair, what do you do?”

“It’s ocean water and a seaweed paste :D” and when they ask her where they can get it she’s like “the ocean, duh!”

So Harry has to try to train her on talking to humans

But once she has to go back down they are so sad and don’t want to say goodbye to each other

So y/n is like, “come back tomorrow and I’ll be waiting for you?”

And of course he agrees so he comes back at sunset once he’s done giving diving lessons and everything so he meets up with her

They definitely fuck on the sand like sorry not sorry 😢 they meet up and then get to kissing and before they know it her ass is in the sand and he’s on top of her

And after she would be so shy bc if her parents knew that she had sex with a human or was even interested in a human??? Omg no she would get kicked out of the family

But I think that eventually as a little tourist thing Harry would take people on dives and before he would be like “we might see some mermaids, who knows? 😌” and then y/n swims around and gives them a little wave and they are so amazed because how did they manage to make a person look like a real mermaid but little do they know…

And I think once y/n’s family found out and her and the scary green eyed man (who is actually super sweet) she would go up and probably live with him in his cute flat

And he teaches her everything about living like a human

Stop and he would catch her in the bathtub sometimes with her tail out and he’s like “what are you doing, baby?” And he thinks it so funny

“Well I was trying to take a relaxing bath like you do sometimes and bow that I’m always using these um…”

“Legs?”

“Yeah, legs. I kind of forgot about my tail coming back in water.”

Okay okay that’s kind of all I have but lmk what you think :))))

[xoxochb]

Heyooo!!!!! 🫶🏻 could I request a leo x reader where the reader’s on the lifeguard stand and he’s just flirting with her. He just keeps finding excuses to come up to you and starts acting like an idiot in the ocean so you pay attention to him 😭 He’s totally the kinda guy to pretend to drown so he can get a ‘kiss’ lol

The others are like dude she’s just gonna ignore you, but the reader actually starts to flirt back. (Maybe they’re already friends or maybe not idk) And it’s just the two of them going back and forth with bad pick-up lines and stuff

Just a cute story about how the two got together ☀️🏖️

⋆·˚ ༘ * oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger

warnings: kissing, but it’s nothing graphic

pairing: leo valdez x fem lifeguard reader

“you wanna hear a pickup line?”

you sigh when you hear the voice, “sure”

“you must be the reason for global warming because you’re hot”

“I’m flattered” you roll your eyes

“wait I have another one”

“of course you do”

“are you the eiffel tower? because I fell (eiffel) for you”

“leo, that’s so overused” you run your fingers down your face

“I’ve got another-”

you cut him off “no you don’t”

he sighs “wanna swim with me?”

“I’m on duty” you cross your arms

“you could always take a break” he suggested

“and lose my job? I don’t think so” you remarked

“okay… well I’ll just swim by myself I guess” he kicks the sand

“okay” you state

he walks away, and you know is plan. He’s done it many times, he’s going to pretend to drown so you can save him

you watch as he tries to pretend that he can’t swim, occasionally falling into the water, and with a sigh you get up from your seat and walk to the shore

when you get there you see him come up from the water, coughing, and when he sees you he starts fake coughing more

“y/n” he says between coughs “I can’t breathe, I think I need mouth to mouth”

“oh yes, I think that’s a good idea, let me come to you” you walk over to him in the water

once your close enough to him you put your hands on his shoulders, and you know your plan is working when he leans in, thinking his plan will work

you place a hand over his mouth, “you earn it”

he takes your hand away and frowns “I’ll do anything”

“anything?” you smirk

he averts his gaze from your eyes to your lips, “yes”

“go underwater for one minute without coming up for air” you say quietly

he thinks for a second, “I’ll do it”

“great!” you clap your hands

he takes a deep breath and then he goes underwater. After thirty seconds he comes up for air

“was that a minute?” he asks smiling

“thirty seconds” you reply

“then I earn half a prize?” he requests

“that’s not how it works, try again”

and he does

six more times, and when he reaches the seventh time he finally reaches sixty seconds

“I did it! do I earn a kiss now?” he smiles

“It’s not that simple” you laugh

he fakes a pout

“I don’t feel bad for you”

he pretends to fake cry

“don’t be stupid leo” you smack his head

“this is unfair, I almost drowned and this is how I’m treated?” he says

“cry me a river”

“just one kiss, that’s it” he says

you sigh and think for a second. who are you to say no to him? after a year of him doing everything in his power to win you over, which includes him risking his life, he deserves this.

you kiss him, and you swear you’ve never seen anyone so eager to kiss back in your life

after a few seconds you try to pull away but he quickly tangles his hand in your hair to keep you close, and you let him, you’ve secretly wanted this since you met him

you wrap your arms around his neck and he moves his arms to your waist. you knew you only agreed to one kiss but you’ve yearned for this, and he earned it after all those months

you begin to wonder why you waited this long, but at this point nothing else matters but the boy who’s lips are pressed to your own

[elevatormusic]

my first reactions with zero context: only friends ep 8

immediately no

correct it is not right go tell them

girl. i hate this friend group saying they’re each others friends bc they’re all so shitty to each other

also?? why are you so worried about mew but never ray?? like babe he’s your friend too tf??

i beg of all of them to not be friends at the end of this show

wrong

true she’s the best

nooo baby

i know the fuck you’re not coming to talk to him

tell him no

also i do not like the shirt ray is wearing and it’s distracting me

you’re dating mew now dog?? you shouldn’t need an excuse anymore?? hello

run sand run away please

facts

you’re too good of a person i stg

i don’t understand what ray expected here lmao

no.

YES KING SET YOUR BOUNDARIES

you’re fucking joking bruh

man fuck you

he really won’t but also i want him to leave you alone so yes tell him that shit

dog you have no right. all you’ve done is treat him like shit

huh? why make drama for them? they aren’t even a big part of this show??

okay but tbh it’s not like ray is making this man do that shit? mew asked him for it

he’s really not in your way just move him lol

sir you do drugs idk how you can say that with a straight face

are you tho

fair tho

also fair

lmaoo i forgot he was actually in school still 😭

why’s he sitting like that tho💀 it looks so uncomfortable

ray’s kinda dumb huh

he very much made it clear to you already

tell his ass

say no sand i stg

straight up he saved your ass why should he do community service with you

ask your boyfriend???????

*shouting approval* *my dog jumped i’m sorry to her*

don’t let him manipulate you

“hanging out with ray so much” as if he wasn’t best friends with him this entire time? he literally hung out with him the most out of the friend group

well he’s not lol

cute

old people? you’re like 3 years older shut up

lick????? is this wrong translation? is this a real saying in thailand?

oh is he about to fuck up that relationship too?

me too bestie

yes.

again not saying ray isn’t toxic normally but like he’s not the one asking mew to do all this

don’t want a band anymore. bc he’s cutting you off lmao

what do you mean? why did he invite ton? and top? is he about to take his revenge there?

oh my that sound was awful

oh he went right for actual drugs

king he did not pick you. he’s using you

“someone i should love” but you don’t actually love him

hated that

told you

so he didn’t invite him? then who invited ton?

this is lowkey extremely overboard behavior just because his boyfriend cheated on him my god

he never once messed with your freedom please stop embarrassing yourself

oh god stop what the fuck

hold on what’s it got to do with sand if nick went? did he drag him there?

a queer icon okay sand i see you

mans said hurry up so i can leave

oh my god the mustache is so bad

LETS GO MY BI REPRESENTATION

what the fuck ray let the man kiss a fellow bisexual

why should he? he. doesn’t. want. to. be. your. friend.

this poor guy

annoyed sand is back baby. the world is healing

dude!!!! what the fuck

i didn’t think it was possible for ray to get more toxic but here we are

yes get mad at him

hit him sand

interesting that he’s finally admitting he has feelings for him at this point in time

HELL YEAH HELL FUCKING YEAH

did he really just ask that? in 2023?

when the worst person you know makes a good point

there’s no way he put his head on his shoulder like that. i know something about to be hurting him after this scene

wait for real?

what are you mad for? you knew that shit from the start

the four of you literally don’t give a shit about each other

thank god. 2 friends down. 2 to go

HA

not top actually saving ray this time that’s kinda funny actually

good i’m glad sand left ray there

[humanransome-note]

I feel like something’s wrong. Not like wrong wrong, but something’s off.

I can’t write, the words feel clunky and thick, the prose awkward and cadence halting. Maybe I’m just trying to do something my brain isn’t really in the mood for but at the same time I want to write things.

My cat’s radiation treatment ends tomorrow and I hope she starts sleeping in my room again because she hasn’t for the past week and change, maybe that has something to do with it.

Idk, I feel like I’m in a state of transition but there’s no goal, I’ve had listless feelings before, you don’t grow up with juvenile depression and come out the other side with a healthy sense of self/time/accomplishment/goals, but there’s something else with this one that feels worse? Somehow?

Maybe it’s because I’ve been forced to face the fact I’m not ready, for anything. I don’t have a job, I don’t drive, I’m not taking classes. My mother could’ve died due to gangrene/sepsis had she stayed home a day longer and the fact I was home alone for a week with at least 24 hours where I had no clue where my mother even was made me realize I’m not….

Well I’m not anything.

At every turn I feel like I’m one step away from disaster. I don’t feel safe like I used to, I changed my name on Uber to “Nik” for plausible deniability for gender presentation because I live in Florida and while the area itself is pretty okay the fact is it only takes me getting in the wrong car once.

I’ve thought about what the weight of a gun would feel like in my hand, how the barrel would feel pressed into my jaw, the heavy click of a hammer. Before this I was considering asking my cousin to teach me how to shoot, just for the life experience. But I’ve taken such a nose dive that I’m afraid to even be able to see a gun. I got lost in thought at the mall staring at a cop’s holster, I don’t know if I could do it, but the fact is it’s been on my mind so much recently and I don’t want to give myself the chance.

My body’s shot. And when my mother noticed I took her cane out to use last week because my knee was bothering me she immediately suggested surgery. And completely disregarded me saying no because once I do get surgery that guaranteeing more in the future. Roughly every ten years depend on the sort of wear and tear. And even telling her that she just seemed to shrug, I had to go to her post op follow up because I knew even if the surgeon didn’t specialize in orthopedic surgery, he’d probably have an idea of the ramifications.

And even with him telling her the exact same thing, that getting surgery at my age for the pain I’m dealing with would be extreme, that it would be signing me up for definite future surgeries, that they’re only so much soft tissue to cut and bone to sand down, that eventually I’d be in my mid fifties with a bad knee I could do nothing about. She still said she wanted me to talk to a knee specialist about surgery.

I’m somehow both numb and raw? Like I don’t care but at the same time nearly everything is setting me off.

I feel so fucking lonely, damn near all of my friends are through here and even if communication was/is slow and inconsistent, there’s also suddenly this sense that I’m being left behind? It’s not rational, not much has changed in the amount I’m talking with people (I think, logic wise) but maybe it is changing because other people are moving in life and I’m not.

[thepremedthatwrites]

Things Have Changed

request: Can you plsss do a Peter x reader relationship where the reader is a family friend and Peter has always had a crush on her and idk ends up admitting it to her at night or something and things get very heated like smutty or whatever.

Did I decide to edit this a day early because I'm procrastinating my school work? Perhaps. But anyways, I hope you all like this fic!

warning: smut below the cut

I could feel the beginning of sweat start to drip down the side of my face as I squinted my eyes trying to see the others in the water. The sand was at the border of being too hot to stand on in bare feet, causing me to walk closer to the water where the cold ocean had cooled the ground. “C’mon (y/n)!” Lucy shouted over the sound of the waves crashing into the shore. “The water isn’t even that cold!”

This was a lie and we both knew it. The icy water brushed the tip of my toes as I held back a shudder. At least the water would help me cool off from the unforgiving sun. As I stood contemplating what to do, I felt a hand graze my back. I turned to see Peter walking by me, a grin on his face. “Too scared to run in, (y/n)?” he asked. That was enough to kick me into action as I started to follow him into the water.

“Of course not,” I replied, holding back the instinct to let out a gasp as the cold water wrapped itself around my stomach. Both of our parents stayed by the towels and umbrellas, leaving the ocean to their children as they drank and talked about whatever it is that adults talked about. The blue house that our families had rented stood tall and proud behind our parents, overlooking the beach and whatever sat beyond what reaches of the ocean we could see.

Peter and I came to a halt as we reached where Lucy and Edmund were. “Where’s Susan?” Ed asked as Peter dunked his head under the water.

“I believe she said she was taking a nap,” I replied as Peter’s head reappeared from the dark water. His blond hair was now pressed against his forehead and had become a few shades darker from the weight of the water.

“Watch out! Big wave!” Lucy just managed to shout out the words before my vision was painted white as the wave crashed down on us. I lost control of my body as I let the current drag me around like a rag doll until I felt myself crash into something solid. At first, I thought it was a rock before I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my chest.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” I heard Peter say as my head broke the surface. I gulped in a deep breath of air, the oxygen reaching my lungs as I wiped the salt water out of my burning eyes.

“Thanks,” I managed as the taste of salt water danced down my throat.

“I think some of the water went up my nose.” I heard Edmund say while Lucy was pushing her hair that had been plastered in front of her eyes out of her face. I turned my head to look at Peter whose arms were still around me. The sudden realization of the situation finally dawned on me and I felt my face warm at the close proximity. Suddenly his arms felt like iron chains around me and I couldn’t ignore the feeling of their weight on me. Peter seemed to have also become aware of the sensation of our bodies pressed against each other as he slowly removed his arms from me.

“Sorry,” he said softly, his face now also a light shade of pink.

“Yeah, no worries,” I said quickly. I was suddenly thankful for the large wave coming our way as I turned to face it, focusing my thoughts on not being drowned by the rushing water.

“I almost drowned!” Lucy exclaimed as we all sat around the dinner table. It had been my mom’s turn to cook dinner and so she had made us all steak. I started to cut into the meat as Lucy told Susan all about our adventures in the water. Peter and I had become a bit more quiet since the incident in the ocean. I felt myself stealing glances at him every now and then. Sometimes he had already been looking at me too.

“I’m so happy you guys decided to join us here in the states.” I heard my mom say to the Pevensies’ parents. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other since we moved to America.”

“I know, it seems the kids are having a lot of fun hanging out again,” Mrs. Pevensie replied. I turned back to the conversation but could feel the burning glances Peter occasionally threw at me throughout dinner. I was thankful when dinner was over, trying to wash the dishes as quickly as possible and avoiding being near Peter as much as the confines of the kitchen allowed. The parents had disappeared, most likely to the balcony that overlooked the water to drink some more and catch up on what they had missed in the past five years. As soon as the dishes were done, I excused myself blaming my exhaustion on the sun and went to my room.

I was surprised when I woke up to a dark room. I had expected myself to be unable to sleep and instead toss and turn until the rest of the lights went out in the house. I got up from my bed, checking my phone to see it was around three in the morning. My stomach growled as I turned on my lights. It seems that pushing the food around your plate does little to actually satisfy your hunger. I paused at my mirror before leaving. I brushed out my hair and checked to see that the pajamas I wore were acceptable to be seen by the public. I wasn’t sure if I would run into Peter, he was most likely still asleep, but I wanted to play it safe. I wasn’t sure why I was so concerned about my appearance around him. When we were younger, before my family moved to America, I could have cared less about what he thought of my appearance. But then again, we had been younger then. Five years younger to be exact. We had grown since then. His shoulders had broadened and he had become taller. My body had developed curves where it used to be straight and I had finally grown into myself. We weren’t how we were back in the UK. We were older and more mature.

I shook the thoughts from my mind and opened the door to my room. I walked as quietly as I could past my parents’ room and then past all of the Pevensies’ rooms before reaching the stairs that led to the living area that held the kitchen. I opened the fridge as my stomach automatically growled at the sight of all the food. The best part of being on vacation was the fact that the fridge was always filled with leftovers from dinner. I settled on some of the mac and cheese, spooning some into a bowl before putting it into the microwave. I stood patiently as the whir of the microwave filled the silence that had settled into the room.

“What are you doing up?” I jumped at the voice before turning to see Peter standing by the entrance of the kitchen.

“I was hungry,” I said while pointing my head to the microwave. He walked over to me and I was suddenly thankful I had spent the extra time on my appearance before leaving my room. He wore only a pair of grey sweatpants. I couldn’t help myself and let my eyes wander his exposed abs. He definitely did not have those five years ago.

“I missed seeing you,” he said, causing my eyes to jump from his abs to his ocean blue eyes which I could easily drown in if I weren’t careful.

“Me too,” I replied, my voice much softer than I expected it to be. I cleared my throat before speaking again. “I missed having someone I could annoy like an older brother.” Peter’s face scrunched as he shook his head.

“Please don’t call me an older brother. That’s weird.” I raised an eyebrow at this, my heart racing. All this time I had thought he saw me as another little sister. But if that wasn’t the case, what did he see me as?

“And why is that?” I questioned. Peter’s face seemed to have reddened. I wasn’t sure if it had already been red from the sun and I just hadn’t noticed or if he was blushing. Before he could answer the microwave went off causing me to jump. Peter opened the door, taking the bowl out as steam rose from the food.

He set the bowl down on the counter before turning back to me. His eyes seemed to be studying me. I subconsciously bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I watched as his eyes followed the movement. “You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you,” he finally said.

“And so have you.”

“The thoughts I have about you…” Peter started as he walked closer to me, stopping so that we were almost pressed against each other. “They are not thoughts a brother has about his sister.” He leaned down towards my ear, his hot breath brushing the bare skin behind my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. “That is why it’s weird for you to call me an older brother.” My face must have been the color of a lobster at this point, and I was no longer afflicted with hunger. Instead, lust coursed through my veins. He paused for a moment as if in thought before pressing his lips on the same skin his breath had just caressed. I let out a soft sigh allowing my hand to grasp onto his strong bicep. My other hand had crept around to his stomach, tracing the abs I had just moments before been admiring. He moved his lips, kissing down my neck as I moved my head back to give him more access.

His hands wrapped around my waist before he lifted me into the air. I let out a gasp in surprise before my ass met the cool counter. His eyes looked me up and down, filled with lust and desire. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” he asked. His hands were by my hips as his thumb traced shapes on my thighs. I found myself blushing at his words. Many people had called me beautiful before but the way he spoke it was the same way people sing praises to the gods they worship. He stepped towards me and I opened my legs for him so that he was as close as physically possible.

He stopped for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. They seemed to be saying all the things that had been left unsaid since we had reunited. You’re different. I’m different. These emotions are different. I love you. I wrapped my legs around him, forcing him closer (something I had not thought possible). His hands moved so that they were on either side of me, resting on the counter. My own hands were on his shoulders. I moved one so that it caressed his face. My mac and cheese sat patiently on the counter next to us, expecting to be eaten soon. I had a feeling the bowl would be staying there until the morning. Peter brought his face closer to mine. He paused for a moment, his eyes moving from my lips to my eyes. I gave a slight nod. Then, he kissed me.

We kissed and suddenly I understood what the authors of the romance books I used to read were writing about. He was like a drug. With each touch I needed more. With each kiss I craved just one more moment of the taste of his lips. My hands traveled to his hair as we continued to kiss. His hands wandered my back, traveling beneath the fabric of my t-shirt. I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to stay like this for eternity. On the other hand, I wanted more. I wanted to connect us even more. I wanted him to fuck me.

I pulled back just long enough for my shirt to be discarded. Then I immediately reconnected our lips. I kissed him hungrily, as if those few seconds apart had left me famished. His hands slipped between us, holding my breasts. A small shudder went down my spine as his thumbs brushed my nipples. His hands continuously moved, as if they weren’t sure what to do with all the newly exposed skin. He squeezed my breasts before letting his hands travel down my stomach, gripping my waist harshly as we continued to kiss.

I could feel a growing wetness between my legs. The feeling of something hard being pushed against my inner thigh informed me Peter was just as turned on. He disconnected our lips, tasting my chin and then neck and then collar bone until he reached my tits. I attempted to catch my breath as his tongue flicked across my nipple. I let out a soft gasp as my back arched in pleasure. He started to suck on my tits, making sure to show great care and attention to both of them. His grip on my waist tightened and I was sure there would be a slight bruise in the morning. I couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment as that slight pain was the only thing keeping me grounded as pure pleasure pulsed throughout my body as Peter continued to kiss and suck and bite on the sensitive areas.

He stopped abruptly, standing upright and looking me directly in the eye. His erection that had been increasing in size and hardness was now protruding from his pants and pressing into the soft skin of my thigh. “When I was younger, I had always felt an attraction to you, (y/n),” he said. His voice was lower than usual and he seemed to be slightly out of breath as he spoke. “I never knew whether it was a friendly attraction or something stronger than that. But the moment I saw you for the first time in five years, I knew the feelings I felt for you...it wasn’t something most people feel. It was something so strong it took everything in me to not fall to my knees in defeat. In a happy defeat where I surrendered my heart to you.” I felt as if my heart was going to burst from my chest as I listened. “My body burns with desire for you (y/n). Please. Let me show you how you make me feel. Let me love you.”

I licked my lips, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth felt. I took a deep breath, hoping some of the fresh night air would clear my lust-clouded mind for a moment. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes a million times.” I could feel a large grin growing on my face and Peter was wearing a matching one. He grabbed my face in his hands before bringing us together for a kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen as his hands left my face and traveled down my bare top before playing with the band of my shorts. I inched towards the edge of the counter before sliding off, our lips parting for a moment as my feet hit the ground before immediately reuniting.

He roughly pulled down my shorts and panties in one motion, letting the clothes hit the ground. I followed suit, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers. We parted for a moment, the moonlight shining through the window that sat over the sink allowing enough light so that I could see the true length of him. I had only a few moments to admire him, the thickness of his cock was sure to stretch me out deliciously, before he turned me around. I bent over the counter, the cool stone pressing against my naked skin. His hands gripped my hips to hold me in place before he pushed into me.

I let out a loud moan, causing him to put a hand over my mouth. He stayed in place, leaning over so that his mouth was next to my ear. “We have to be quiet. Unless you want both our families to see what we’re doing.” I nodded in understandance as he stood up straight again. He started by moving slowly. He pulled out halfway before pushing in all the way to the base. I felt my pussy flutter around him. He continued this slow rhythm for a while, testing out the water while stretching me out to fit him completely.

Once I felt myself start to adjust he started to go faster. I could feel the edge of the counter dig into my stomach each time my body was thrusted forward. My breasts moved in rhythm with Peter, my weight being supported by my forearms which were propped on top of the counter. His fingers dug into my hips as he fucked me. The kitchen was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and our muffled moans as we did our best to stay quiet. The smell of sweat and sex hovered in the room. The moon acted as a spotlight for our indecent act. My vision was obstructed by my hair which was now a mess, strands of it sitting in front of my face.

“Peter, please,” I moaned quietly. I could feel myself getting closer, my legs now weaker than before as my arms were the only thing holding me up. Peter sensed this, using his hands that were on my hips to lift me up. I felt my mouth open, but no noise came out as my mind became overtaken with pleasure. I could hear Peter let out a groan as I felt myself collapse around him. I let my head fall forward as I attempted to recover from my orgasm. The pleasure started to become more bearable as Peter continued to fuck me. His thrusts were becoming more desperate. Just as I started to think he couldn’t be any rougher, he pulled out.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. The way he spoke brought butterflies to my stomach. He spoke much more forcefully than before, his voice laced with lust as he was too concerned with his own release to speak gently to me. I obeyed, opening my mouth for him unprompted. I started moving my head for him, wanting to make him feel just as good as he made me feel. His head fell back as his hip thrusted forward. I fought back the reflex to gag as his cock buried itself deep within my throat. His hand pushed on the back of my head, keeping me in place as I felt the beginning spurt of a warm and bitter liquid shooting down my throat. I swallowed all of it greedily, wanting to have as much of Peter as I could.

As the last drop of his cum slid down my throat, he slowly pulled away. I wiped away the small dribble of drool that had fallen down my chin. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, a smile on his face. His hand ran down the side of my head before caressing my face. I slowly got up, my legs still slightly weak. “Wow,” I said, slightly out of breath. Peter let out a soft chuckle before pulling me in for a kiss. We quietly got dressed. Peter grabbed my hand, leading me to his room. Our clothes didn’t stay on for too long as they quickly found their way to his bedroom floor. The night was filled with whispers of confessions of love, hands in hair, and lips pressed on naked skin. The next morning I would wake up, afraid that it had all been a dream before I turned to see Peter’s face on the pillow next to me. Then, a smile matching Peter’s sleepy one would form on my face.

[dadsbongos]

the lov beach episode hori's too scared to give us

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: League of Villains/Reader (Platonic) Warnings: uhh idk actually, dabi's kinda horny ig, i don't usually include this as a warning but swearing (there's quite a bit of it), feminine pronouns Summary: this is just 1860 words of me shutting my eyes, plugging my ears and ignoring the current state of the manga (: (beach episode type beat) ~~~

Pulling the large sun hat tighter on her head, (Y/n) looks over as her leader strolls up to the van Spinner had stolen earlier in the day. She quirks a brow at the man, putting a gentle hand over his handheld and pushing it down when he doesn’t notice her, “That’s what you’re wearing?”

Tomura huffs and steps back, narrowed eyes focusing on his black jeans and hoodie, “What’s it to you?”

“You’re wearing a hoodie in this heat, first of all, and also - it says ‘12 year old in gaming mode’, you’re asking to get bullied.”

“Yeah, well,” he grumbles as he tries to find an insult for the woman before resigning himself to mumble out a, “you look like you raided a college chick’s closet” while returning to his game.

“I think she looks great!” Twice piped up from inside the large van before yelling once again, “Absolutely hideous!”

Dabi nodded slightly from his window seat, pulling the strings of his hood so as few inches of his face as possible were showing, “I agree with him.”

“Which part?” (Y/n) crossed her arms, shooting the man a glare.

“Yep.”

“Dickface,” she hissed, reaching up to swat at Dabi’s arm through the rolled down window before turning to climb into the van, “A dickface who is also wearing a black hoodie in this heat. You two are actual nutjobs.”

“Van’s got AC,” Dabi shrugged off her concerns, still not even looking her way as she settled into the seat between him and Twice, “Didn’t know you cared so much, doll. Pretty sweet of you.”

“If you pass out from a heat stroke, I’m not the one taking you to the hospital,” she leaned over into the midrow seats of the van to glare at Tomura as he sat down, “That goes for you, too.”

“I’m not the one with a fire Quirk.”

“Just get Himiko some blood and she’ll take ‘em in all disguised! Let them die!” Twice pitched in with his own ideas, earning a shoulder pat from the woman.

“Good ideas, big guy, I like them.”

“Rude ass,” Dabi kicks at (Y/n)’s leg.

“I’m your boss, if you let me die you’re fucked.”

“Nobody’s dying on this trip, what the fuck are you guys talking about?” Spinner already appeared exasperated with the group and he’d barely been in the car for a second.

Compress got into the passenger seat as Spinner buckled into the driver’s side, he looked around before noticing an absence, “Where’s Toga?”

Suddenly, the door to Tomura’s seat is lugged open with a force, an overly excited blond teenager jumping over her boss and into the open seat beside him.

“You could’ve just gotten in on the other side,” Tomura clenches a fist to keep himself from slapping Himiko’s arm and causing a deathly accident.

“I didn’t know which side you were sitting on, so I just guessed!” Himiko giggles as Spinner starts the car.

“Asshole,” Tomura shakes his head, “This trip is pointless.”

“Kurogiri wants us to bond and stop fighting all the time,” Compress cuts in, “That’s why I’m in charge.”

“We’re adults- " (Y/n) interrupts herself, “Dabi, roll up the window, we’re pulling out of the safe zone.”

Dabi merely keeps his eyes closed behind his sunglasses and presses his head back against the neck rest of his seat.

“Roll up the window.”

“God, these winds are fuckin’ noisy, huh?”

“I hear ya, man!” Twice shouts before shaking his head, “Dabi, be nice to (Y/n). She’s your elder.”

“By a fucking year! Man, fuck you, Dabi,” the woman reaches over and presses the button to roll up the window herself, “Motion sickness or not, you don’t get to be a douche.”

“It’s actually exactly what it means, doll. Sorry to burst your bubble.”

“Stop calling me doll.”

“Ugh,” he grins at his own upcoming remark, “the princess makes a harsh demand.”

“I’m this close,” she pats his chest to make sure he opens his eyes before holding her index finger and thumb nearly pinched together in front of his face, “to beating your ass.”

“Here,” he reaches up and takes her fingers and clenches them together, “now you have to. As soon as we get to the beach, you have to fight me or else you’re a coward and a liar.”

(Y/n) grits her teeth and snaps her eyes shut, “I’m gonna lose it,” she leans into Twice’s side and looks up at him, smiling at the slightest hint of a concerned look behind his mask, “How’ve you been, big guy?”

“Perfectly fine!” he shakes his head before whispering, “I didn’t piss before we left and now I regret it.”

“Aw, want Spinner to pull over?”

“I think he’ll crash the car if I ask.”

“He’d be killing himself too, so I don’t think he’d be too cool with that.”

Twice quiets down as he notices the woman’s eyes beginning to flutter shut with drowsiness. Then, a sense of guilt beats at him as he sees the serene expression crossing his friend’s face. So calm and sweet - he truly adored his friend, and he wanted to do right by her. So, leaning down, he murmurs, “Sorry for calling you old.”

(Y/n)’s eyes dart open and immediately find Twice, she raises a brow at the man and shakes her head as her eyes slowly begin closing again, “I… it’s fine, dude, don’t worry about it.”

Dabi, as usual, is quick to jump into a conversation that was never his, “Old lady tempers, gotta be careful around them.”

“I swear to fucking God, Dabi!”

“What? What do you swear?”

“Shut the hell up!” Spinner snapped at children in the back seat, “You’re distracting me, loud asses.”

“Dabi started it!”

“I’m ending it!”

“Stop yelling,” Tomura commanded the group, carefully stuffing his handheld into his large front hoodie pocket and resting his head back, “I’m going to sleep and if I get woken up, I’ll kill you all.”

None of them believed him - not at all - but out of an odd respect for their leader’s need for rest, they stayed relatively silent as he slept. Murmurs and whispers being the loudest volume of their voices as Tomura snoozed in the van.

Eventually, Spinner came to the reserved spot on the beach that Kurogiri definitely didn’t hire people to kill civilians over. Himiko leaned over and gently shook Tomura awake as Compress popped the trunk to the van. (Y/n) shifted toward Dabi to ensure he was also awake and starting to feel less queasy before getting out of the middle seat so he and Twice could exit.

“Alright, there’s changing rooms…” Compress trailed off, looking around before sighing, “Nowhere in sight.”

“I’m already fine,” (Y/n) waved off, grabbing towels and an umbrella from Spinner, “You guys can take turns changing in the van while I set shit up.”

“I call first!” Himiko cheered, excitedly bouncing back into the van as the men all walked off to provide the teenager the privacy and distance she needed.

(Y/n) did as she’d said and began laying down towels and propping up parasols in the sand to provide shade. As more and more of her friends collected themselves along the beach, she spotted her almighty leader once again making a fashion mistake.

Bright, neon green and orange striped swim trunks hung over his hips and he didn’t avoid the woman’s stare. She purses her lips, “Who the hell goes clothes shopping for you? They shouldn’t be making executive decisions like this.”

Tomura shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?! Shigaraki, you have to be fucking with me.”

“I’m not,” he sits down on a towel under the parasol’s shade and returns to his gaming, “It’s probably Kurogiri but it isn’t like I ask him.”

“Holy shit. You’re an actual man-child.”

“Oh no, what gave me away?” he sarcastically whines, rolling his eyes at her.

“You being shameless about it is slightly worse…”

“(Y/n)!” Himiko cheerily calls, “Come join me in volleyball!”

“Is Twice playing?”

The blond looks over to the man in question and nods in approval.

“Are Quirks allowed?”

Another nod.

(Y/n) pats Compress’ shoulder, “I’ll let you take this game.”

Dabi comes up from behind while Spinner serves the ball on the beach, he’s removed his hoodie and now only rests in loose shorts that come to his knees and a white shirt. He scratches the back of his head in an uncharacteristically unnerved manner, “Not swimmin’?”

He earns a small shrug in response from the woman, “I’m not all too committed to the idea. At least not now.”

Nodding slowly, Dabi sits down at the edge of the towel unoccupied by Tomura and begins pulling at the fraying threads.

Sighing to herself, (Y/n) is slightly ashamed at how easily her heart softens upon noticing how uncomfortable Dabi seems. He doesn’t usually show as much skin as he is - which isn’t much - and he doesn’t usually throw himself into events where he’d be forced to interact with the others. He feels naked on the beach and he’d rather be dead than continue to suffer this embarrassment. And so, a body comes down onto the towel with his.

“Want company, misery?”

“Baking to death in the sun couldn’t get worse, even if it’s with you,” Dabi leaned back to rest against the woman’s legs.

“Wow,” (Y/n) fauxly gasped, sarcasm ripe in her words, “You being sweet? I never thought I’d never see the day.”

“Right? Thought I’d be dead by now,” his head tips back even more to lay it’s full weight on her legs, “You’re comfortable to rest on, old lady.”

“I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.”

“You still owe him an ass-beating from the car ride,” Tomura jumped in, a snarky smile on his lips as he spoke.

“I’m starting to think you won’t actually beat my ass,” Dabi grins smugly, “Like me too much.”

“I would destroy you in a fight, Dabi.”

“Hm, well, until you stop being a pussy and actually fight me, doesn’t sound like that’s the truth.”

“I swear to- " (Y/n) loudly huffs and cuts herself off before groaning, Dabi- "

“I’m no God,” Dabi paused to wink like the cheap bastard he is, “Unless you want me to be.”

Before the woman can respond, there’s a “heads up!” shouted by Himiko and a volleyball is hurtling towards the arguing duo. Tomura immediately leans over, not quite paying attention and sticks a hand out to block the ball, accidentally decaying it in the process. The leader comes to a stand and tosses up his hands, “What the shit, Toga?”

“Man,” the teenager whined, stomping her foot in the sand, “you destroyed the ball.”

“You almost destroyed (Y/n)’s face!” Tomura's voice quiets and softens to avoid upsetting the young girl over a mistake, “There’s probably another ball in the trunk.”

“I said ‘heads up’,” Himiko rolled her eyes, sending Twice off to find the spare volleyball in question.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “Oh, so all better, then?”

“Exactly!”

“No! That’s not how that works, Toga!”

Dabi snickered at the back-and-forth before giving a mock dreamy sigh, “Ahh, the sound of Kurogiri’s bonding plan working perfectly.”

[wonderwomanfantasy]

sailor’s song

idk what it is about Bakugou that makes him so good for fantasy AUs

mermaid! Bakugou x Reader

warnings: mentions of drowning, Abo, bakugou

word count: 1,100 (about)

summary: it was dangerous for mermaids to stray too close to humans, but Katsuki couldn’t seem to drag himself away from the ship, after all his mate was calling to him from aboard, whether she knew that or not. 

The sea had always called to you. You loved the salty smell and the sting of the wind hitting your face. There were people who didn’t think Omegas had a place on a ship, it was dangerous work after all, and there were superstitions that it would bring bad luck. Not that anyone would say that to your face you had more than proven yourself on the good ship Alamein. Even if the captain had wanted to keep you on the shore, he’d be an idiot too. You were good at what you did, and nothing would keep you from the ocean. 

You loved night on the open ocean, the blackness of both the sky and the ocean reflecting off of each other. The moon and the stars just pinpricks of light. Insignificant next to the ever-spreading darkness. It was humbling in a way. Showed you how small you were in the grand scheme of things. It was quiet at night too, in the day you got the same vastness of the ocean and sky but it was so loud with everyone bustling around and shouting. 

At night the crew was vastly reduced, a skeleton crew to keep the ship from running aground. Even if there were other people awake, it felt like you were all alone. You looked down at the inky black water when you saw a thin glittering tale cut through the water right next to the ship. You gasped and smiled to yourself. You wondered what wonderful creature might have been. The ocean was so vast it could be anything. 

You saw the tail again this time when it disappeared the torso of a boy took its place, your breath caught in your throat you almost screamed man overboard but something in his face stopped you. His eyes seemed to glow red in the night as he watched you. You realized with a sinking feeling that thing was not human. 

One of the myths you’d first heard when you were first trying to become a sailor was that of Sirens, drowned Omegas turned into monsters using their wails to lure ships to rocky shores sinking the ship. Was that what he was? You crept back to the edge of the boat. He was still there, watching you. He didn’t seem to be singing, but maybe you couldn’t hear it because you were an omega.  The ship gave a sudden lurch almost sending you overboard. You cursed and sprinted to the bow, stumbling with the sudden sharp lurches. 

“What the hell?” you spat

“J-Just trying to avoid the rocks!” the frightened man stammered you looked out shit. When had you gotten so close to sore? There were black sheets of rocks jutting out of the ocean shit, the path you swore the path you were meant to take was smooth. You looked further ahead and saw the sheer face of the cliff it was going to tear clean through the sail if you didn’t do anything and you weren’t strong enough to do it by yourself. 

You swore violently and took off running quickly climbing the rope latter do the crow's nest so you could ring the bell to wake everyone, the ship gave another sudden turn and you felt your grip falter as the ship tilted you screamed as you fell, you hit the water solidly, and that was the last thing you remembered. 

You woke up to the hot sun on your face and the beach sand beneath you. You sat up and surveyed your surroundings. As you looked out at the crystal blue water you saw a ruby red tail cut through the water and the torso of the boy reappeared. 

“You,” you said, your voice cracking from lack of use and thirst “what’s happening?” you demanded. The merman swam towards you resting on a rock near the beach showing his full body and you saw the part where toned tan skin turned to red glittering scales. 

“I saved your ass that’s what's happing, idiot,” he scoffed. You reached up and held your head. 

“But- why? What happened to the ship- where am I?

“One question at a time dumbass. The ship was fine, you were the only one lost at sea all those other dick heads made it out okay and you’re on the mainland just a few miles south of the main port, you’ll be fine,” he snapped. You got to your knees shakily and walked over you him examining him closely. 

“Okay, but why save me? I thought sirens ate overthrown sailors,” He was beautiful, defined muscles and dazzling eyes but he was clearly a hunting animal, sharp teeth and claw-like nails not to mention his abrasive attitude. 

“You’re my mate I wasn’t just going to let you drown idiot,” he snapped making you freeze before scuttling back from his reach. 

“You couldn’t know that not just by looking at me,” you stammered. That was impossible, you could only know someone was your mate after getting to know them this- this monster didn’t even know your name. 

“Maybe you can’t because you’re an idiot human but I can,” he snapped his cheeks turning bright red. You looked at him closely again. Handsome? Yes, an alpha? Certainly. As you got closer you realized that the smell of coconut and palm wasn’t just the beach you were on but him. Now that you knew what you were smelling was him your heart gave a pang. You didn’t even know his name but you were drawn to him. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

“Whatever, like I said, I couldn’t just let you drown,” he scoffed. 

“Does this happen a lot? I mean mermaids having human mates?” you asked. 

“No, but it’s not unheard of, that’s where sirens come from,” you had drifted closer to him over the course of the conversion but at the mention of sirens, you jerked back out of his reach.

“You drown your mates?” you nearly shrieked. 

“OI pipe down dumb ass where did you get that from? Of course not-”

“But I thought Sirens were drowned Omegas,” you protested. 

“No you idiot, they're just omega mermaids, the change happens through magic.”

“Magic? But magic isn’t real,” he looked at you like you were stupid. 

“You’re talking to a fucking merman and you don’t think magic is real?”

“I’m sorry this is all a lot,” his expression softened. 

“I know, if you excepted me as your mate you’d have to leave behind this world forever, it’s a lot to ask for anyone,” he trailed off at the end not saying what he was thinking, that he hoped you’d make that sacrifice anyways. 

“I don’t even know your name,” you breathed, closing the distance between you again. 

“Katsuki,”

“Katsuki, can I- can I get to know you first? Before I make that call?”

“Of course,” and with that, now you have another thing calling you to the sea.

[dreaming-of-the-end]

Even Stars Can Fall: Sasha x Anne x Marcy

Comments are better than General Yunan, Scourge of the Sand Wars, Defeater of Ragnar the Wretched, and the youngest newt to ever achieve the rank of general in the great Newtopian Army! 

A/N: The fandom I thought I'd never write for... Well, here we are I suppose. This contains spoilers for season 3, so if you haven't seen Olivia and Yunan yet (or finished season 2, actually) beware!!

TW: slight blood/wounds, ask if there should be more!

Summary: And then Sasha is wrapping her arms around them, and maybe this is the puzzle piece falling into place. Maybe this is the feeling when everything that's empty in you becomes whole.

Taglist: @raedas @venecs (idk who else is into amphibia, but feel free to tell me if you are :))

She's crying.

She's crying, and she can't stop.

Because Marcy is herself again, even if she is slumped in Sasha's arms like a fallen star.

Her breaths are normal again, not raspy like they've been, and they move in a rhythm that Anne has memorized from all the times she'd lie awake at sleepovers, just listening. She knows the harmony of Sasha's snores with Marcy's quiet purrs, knows how their breaths fit together like the pieces in a puzzle.

A puzzle that has had a piece missing for too long.

"Marcy," Anne whispers, tears dripping down her face as she gently shakes her friend's shoulders. Part of her needs to hear her voice again, see her eyes open and know that the Core is gone. "Mar-Mar, wake up."

"She always slept too late, didn't she?" Sasha is crying too, but she's trying to hide it. She uses her free hand to swipe at her eyes, coughing to hide her weak voice. There's a cut on her cheek dripping with blood, but she doesn't seem to notice. "Never wanted to wake up in the morning."

Anne reaches over to wipe at the cut with the only part of her sleeve not covered with dust from the rubble around them, and Sasha winces before she smiles sadly at her. "Thanks."

Their eyes meet for a moment that lasts too long.

A quiet cough rips their gazes apart, and Anne is instantly cupping Marcy's cheek as she comes to, chest shaking as she hacks and wheezes in the slight smoke still remaining from the battle.

"Marcy?" Sasha asks softly, and a tear drips onto her friend's forehead. Sasha brushes it away with a finger as Marcy finally opens her eyes.

They are dark brown and confused and terrified and hers, completely hers again.

"Where am I?" she asks, and her voice may be hoarse but it belongs to her, and Anne bites back a sob at the sound of it, for the first time in weeks.

"Andrias's palace," Anne answers, smiling down at her. "Or... Well, the ruins of it. We may have made a bit of a mess. But that's okay! Because we forgive you, Marcy. We forgive you for everything."

She thinks she will never tire of saying her name. It's like her parent's restaurant food; a taste of home.

But Marcy shakes her head. "Who are you?"

There is a thud in her stomach, and Anne forces a laugh. "Come on, Marcy... It's us."

Marcy stares at her, and fear begins swirling in her chest, shortening her breath, because there is no recognition in those dark brown eyes.

"This is not the time to be making jokes, Mar-Mar," Sasha says, a tinge of disdain in her voice. But Anne knows her well enough to catch what else hides behind her usual annoyed veneer; fear. Maybe even panic. "You almost died. It's not funny."

"Mar-Mar?" Marcy says, and Anne goes numb. "Who's that?"

"You, Marcy," she says desperately. "Don't you remember?"

"Seriously," Sasha snaps. "It's not fucking funny."

"I'm not joking!" Marcy tries to sit up, then lets out a groan and presses her hand to her head. "I have a headache. Symptoms of a concussion are headaches, dizziness, sensitivity to light, nausea or vomiting, mild to severe memory problems, confusion—"

"But you didn't even hit your head," Anne tries, eyes searching for some kind of hidden trick that she missed, one last curse from Andrias or the Core, one last joke the universe decided to play on her. One more thing that had to be taken away, because apparently she hasn't been punished enough. "I know you didn't."

Her eyes drip with tears, and she wipes her face with her sleeve, bringing her knees up to her chest. Sasha sniffles, then tries to cover it with a cough.

Fallen stars fizzle out once they hit the ground. And Marcy was the brightest of all of them.

Marcy slowly shifts out of Sasha's hold. Sasha's hands clench around nothing. "I'm sorry. I just... don't know who you are."

Anne grits her teeth. "Marcy..."

"I don't even know who I am," she says, blinking hard. "I don't know... anything."

Marcy knows everything.

At least, that's what Anne had always thought.

There was no such thing as her being confused. There was no possible reality when she didn't know anything.

And yet...

"I'm so sorry," Anne whispers, blinking her tears away.

Maybe Marcy's eyes belong to her. Maybe her voice is hers again. Maybe her breathing sounds the same as it always has.

But she doesn't have who she is back.

Something else the Core has stolen from her.

Her memories.

"I have to go," Sasha says suddenly, rubbing her eyes with her dirty sleeve. Dirt smears across her cheeks along with remaining blood, but she doesn't seem to care as she stands and nearly runs out of the room.

As if she can't stand to be near this Marcy who is so close to being her friend again, but not quite there.

"Where's she going? What's wrong? Is she hurt? That cut on her cheek looked pretty nasty. How did she get it?" Marcy cranes her neck as the double doors close behind Sasha's fleeing form. "Is she okay?"

Anne brushes back a piece of Marcy's hair unthinkingly, but her friend flinches back, frowning. Anne closes her eyes for a beat before she finds the courage to open them again.

Is she supposed to feel this hollow?

Is she supposed to feel this numb?

"We're going to fix this, Mar-Mar," she says, and part of her throat closes up, because she doesn't know how and Marcy has always been the one with the answers and Anne doesn't know how to find them. How is she supposed to fill the gap in her heart where Marcy's smile is supposed to be? "I promise."

...

"Okay," Sprig says, crossing out another idea as Marcy throws away the empty wrapper. "So eating Gertie's Gnachos didn't bring anything back. Neither did exploring the remains of the ant burrows, following the route of the scavenger hunt Adrias left for you that one time, or talking to Lady Olivia and Yunan, or having a sleepover with Sasha and Anne, or having a sleepover with ME and Anne, or—"

"We get it, Leaf," Sasha interrupts, her voice stretched with something like worry. "Nothing's working."

"My name is Sprig," he reminds her, tucking his notes away in his jacket.

"Whatever. What else is there?" Sasha's fingers tap the hilt of the sword she hasn't removed from her side since that final battle. Anne suspects she showers with it wrapped in a tarp to keep the water from tarnishing the blade, too paranoid to let it far from her sight.

"What if we..." Anne bites her lip as she thinks. Coming up with ideas has never been her specialty. That was always Marcy's job. "...Set her cape on fire?"

"What?" Marcy yelps, jumping back and almost falling. She catches herself before she trips, and Anne wants to cry at the way she's changed. Where's her Marcy, the one who fell on her face every other minute? "You are not setting me on fire. Well. Although. If it's absolutely necessary for an experiment..."

"I think there's only one thing left to do," Lady Olivia says quietly. She had insisted on coming along so they didn't wander the city alone, but her eyes track Marcy's movements so intently that Anne suspects she wants the real Marcy back as much as she does.

Sasha shakes her head. "It might be too much if her memories do come back while she's down there."

"Down..." Anne gulps. "In the dungeon? Where it..."

"Where it happened," Olivia confirms softly. She glances at Marcy, who is staring at them without comprehension. "It's our only chance."

Sasha reaches for the hilt of her sword almost unconsciously before she withdraws her hand guiltily. "Anne?"

Anne blinks. She's almost so used to Sasha taking control that she doesn't have an answer prepared.

But she looks at Sasha, and her eyes are shadowed with something that she can't name.

Maybe Sasha has stopped trusting herself.

Anne knows the feeling well enough.

But Marcy doesn't even know what their trust looks like anymore. She doesn't know what it feels like to grab someone's hand right before falling from a tower. She doesn't remember what it's like to push her friends into a portal home and risk her life staying behind.

She doesn't know who she is. She doesn't know what they've done for each other.

So Anne nods. "I think that's the only choice left."

...

The walk to the dungeon is slow, but they arrive right before Anne starts second-guessing this decision.

Anne reaches for Marcy's hand before she remembers who they've become and steps back.

"I'll go first," Sasha says, pushing ahead of them to lift open the trapdoor. She unsheathes her sword, her hand shaking slightly. Her boots clack loudly on the steps as she leads the way down into the darkness.

Anne and Olivia exchange a glance, and Marcy follows Sasha down before they move forward to join them.

The journey is shaky and dark, the only light coming from Anne's phone flashlight and the lantern Olivia holds. Marcy doesn't make a sound, and Anne can't tell if it's because her missing memories are coming back or if it's because she doesn't know what to say.

Sasha swears up ahead, and they emerge a second later to see a large cavern.

A large cavern, and a chair, and the tank behind them. It is drained of all its fluid that brought Marcy back to life, but Anne still gives a shiver at the sight. The room is mostly in ruins from the battles, yet it seems similar enough for Marcy to stumble back.

"Do you remember who I am?" Anne asks quickly, reaching for her, but Marcy snatches her hands away.

She tamps the sting deep, deep down.

"I..." Marcy starts, and stops. She rubs her head, swaying from side to side for a moment before she steadies. "No. I'm sorry. I just... something is familiar. Like deja vu. Deja vu. The illusion of remembering scenes and events when experienced for the first time."

"So you remember being here before?" Sasha asks hopefully, fists clenching and unclenching at her sides as she eyes their surroundings warily. "Like, can we get out? I don't... like being down here."

"Not... quite," Marcy says, taking a step back. Her heel catches on a loose piece of rubble, and she begins to fall back, arms windmilling at her sides.

It's only reflex for Anne to catch her by the shoulders and steady her.

It's only instinct for her to say, "Mar-Mar! Be careful!"

And maybe it's only habit, but Marcy shoots back, "I know, I know, thanks!"

They freeze.

Or, more accurately, Marcy goes limp in Anne's arms, and she freezes so her friend won't fall.

"Marcy? Are you okay?"

Marcy opens her eyes, and they are filled with tears. "Anne?"

Her voice is hers. Her eyes belong to her.

Anne's breaths are unsteady as her eyes begin to well up.

Sasha's sword falls to the ground with a clatter.

"Mar-Mar?"

And then Sasha is wrapping her arms around them, and maybe this is the puzzle piece falling into place. Maybe this is the feeling when everything that's empty in you becomes whole.

Marcy smiles, and the light from Olivia's lantern seems dimmer in comparison.

Marcy laughs through her tears, and it is croaky and ugly and her, it's her and them and...

And Anne had forgotten how it felt to feel like this. To feel invincible, like she can do anything, be anyone, accomplish anything.

"Sasha," Marcy half-sobs. "Anne."

And damn, if that isn't the most beautiful sound she's ever heard.

"You're back," Sasha murmurs into Marcy's shoulder. "You're here."

Anne can't stop crying.

She doesn't want to.

[moon3thereal]

Bestie

R and Nat exploring San Francisco on a date

Like going to the zoo to see all the animals, taking some time to chill at the beach, maybe going to the pier to see sealions 😭🥺

pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

a/n: might be shitty idk, i tried-

warnings: none just pure fluff

y/n was currently sprawled on their bed in the hotel while her girlfriend Natasha was already up and was trying to bribe y/n into getting up by promising a shower together. y/n buried her head into a pillow and mumbled "5 more minutes"

Natasha groaned flopping onto the bed "well I planned for us to go to the zoo but if you don't want to-" she was cut off by y/n "wait the zoo?" her eyes brightened. Natasha nodded knowing that her girlfriend loved anything that was related to any kind of animal.

"OKAY I'M UP" y/n said rolling out of bed and started putting on one of Natasha's hoodies and her pants "why did you pack any clothes at all if you were just gonna steal mine" Natasha asked playfully hitting y/n with a pillow "they're for you" y/n pointed at her shirt that Natasha was wearing, her gaze dropped down towards Natasha's feet and gasped, pretending to be shocked "since when did you start stealing my socks too" Natasha raised her eyebrows "since YOU started stealing my rings"

y/n laughed and pulled the redhead into a kiss, "well we can both be clothing thieves" y/n mumbled. Natasha shook her head teasingly and glanced at the clock "as much as I'd like to stay here all day with you, the zoo is waiting Moya lyubov"

~time skip to when Nat and you are at the zoo~

"TASHA LOOK OH MY GOD ISNT HE SO CUTE" you squealed pulling your girlfriend's hand to take her to the deer you were petting "you're such a child" Natasha smiled fondly.

You gasped and tugged on Natasha's hand "baby monkeys! they're so cute oh my gosh" Nat smirked and pecked you on the cheek "like you" you turned to her with fake indignation on your face "you're really comparing my cuteness to baby monkeys?" her eyes twinkled with humor and nodded "uh huh" you poked her in the side and exclaimed with your hands on your hips "well you're wrong because I'm cuter"

A playful grin tugged at the corners of the Russian's lips when she spotted one of the giant snakes in glass tanks. "babe look" she pulled you away from the baby monkeys and turned you towards the snakes simply because she knew you were afraid of them

Your eyes widened and you immediately hid behind her in fear "Nat I don't want to they're scary" Natasha smiled at her badass, murderous girlfriend who now had her hands around her waist and was hiding her face in her fiery red hair "I'll protect you, if anyone dares to even touch a hair on your head, they'll meet the wrath of the black widow" she said with a fake look of seriousness and glared at the snakes menacingly

It coaxed a smile out of you and after visiting the giftshop and Nat getting you an unnecessary amount of stuffed animals (not that you were complaining) you two decided to go to a beach to just lay down and maybe drink some margaritas

Getting into the car, Natasha and you kept up a steady chatter of banter while she drove to a beach nearby, it was why you two loved spending time with each other so much. you understood each other like no one else could and you two had so much in common, ever since you two met in the gym, you couldn't keep your eyes and hands off each other and Natasha warmed up to you really quickly which the other avengers thought was unusual but they were happy for you two

In a while, both of you were stripped to only your bikinis and you were laying on the warm sands of the beach and staring at Natasha, she was always beautiful but now, as the sunrays luminated her features and there was sand in her hair, you thought she looked absolutely perfect, god you really wanted her lips on yours right now.... "what're you thinking of detka?" said gorgeous girlfriend's voice interrupted your thoughts "nothing" you replied turning your head to gaze into her eyes "have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?" Natasha chuckled and said "all the time" you smiled and said "well I'm telling you again"

You and Natasha didn't get to do this often, you were both S.H.I.E.L.D agents which meant you were almost always busy, laying on the beach and basking in each other's presence just gave you a kind of happiness that fluttered down you throat into you chest and stomach and you wished you could lay there forever

Natasha soon dragged you towards the small café, "come on babe you haven't eaten anything since this morning, let's get food, I'm starving"

After eating a whole burger, and stealing some of your gorgeous girlfriend's food of course, and a shared milkshake, quote Natasha "I should've asked the waitress to make your straw smaller so you wouldn't drink all of it", Nat had covered your eyes saying she had a surprise for you, you went with it and you were currently climbing stairs with Natasha's hands still over your eyes and you were getting pretty sceptic.

"Tasha baby, there won't be any surprise if I fall to my death down these stairs" Natasha just shushed you and said "trust me, we're almost there"

When she removed her hands your eyes lit up and you thought that all of that was so worth it. You were standing on a pier and there were sealions everywhere below you, they were absolutely adorable to the point you wanted to jump off the pier to go cuddle one of them "you like your surprise?" Nat came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your torso. "I love it, I love you" Natasha placed a soft kiss on your neck "I love you more" you spun around connecting your lips with her

Natasha knew you were the one for her and you knew she was the one for you. Fate had brought the both of you together and you could safely say that she was the best thing that had happened to you in your life

[randominagines]

Request: hiii love, could you write an ouat Peter Pan X fem reader in which they are fuckfriends and she gets hurt during a battle (against someone idk) and he saves her? Maybe smut? Idk you decide

Requested by: anon

Pairing: Peter Pan (ouat) X fem!reader

Warning: Whump, Smut, violence, blood, a lot of sex references

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gif belongs to the creator

Carelessness

"Shit" Y/n said in the moment she noticed her sword was missing. Pirates were pretty tedious but it was usually almost funny fighting them. It was okay for Peter welcoming a random battle sometimes, he said it was good to keep all the boys alert and he had this capacity to turn everything into a game, but introducing in the camp and stealing some of their weapons? Mostly outrageous. Peter was mad.

"Bunch of idiots, no one steals from Peter Pan" He whispered between his teeth, his eyes looking at the empty wood box y\n and some others used to keep the swords in. "They must have suicidal thoughts, there is no other explanation" Felix said and shrugged, his scar shining in the light of the moon.

"Where is Y/n?" Peter asked with urgency in his voice; she immediately walked toward him.

"I'm here" She said and he turned to look at her.

"How many of them?" He asked. All the Lost Boys were quite; when Peter was in a bad mood things were always tensed up.

"This morning I checked and they were almost thirty" She said; she was one of Peter's closest member of the crew and she was his eyes around the island, not to mention that she was her fuckfriend.

"Good... Boys, go collect your weapons, we're paying a little visit to the pirates tonight" The boys started to cheer up and run all around the camp, they were exited about the battle to come. As soon as everyone came back to the center of the camp, Peter spoke again.

"I know you are looking forward to killing those bastards, but remember to be careful: this time they have our swords and I don't need to remind you of the Dreamshade we soaked them it. Don't let the blades touch your skin" The atmosphere suddenly got darker. The Lost Boys looked at each other in concern, but they would never had given up on a proper battle. As soon as Felix gave the okay and walked toward the beach, all of the Boys started to follow him.

"Y\n?" Peter gently grabbed her by her arm and pulled her toward him, she stopped walking and looked at him in confusion.

"Peter, what's wrong?" She whispered those words. They used to be very discreet, almost indifferent to each other when the boys were around, besides they didn't want anyone to realize: she considered all of the Boys like brothers, but she felt an attraction toward him that wasn't fraternal at all and he felt the same. Since she arrived, a year before, they started to fight a lot but also to admire each other, untill they ended up sleeping together.

"I'd love you not to show your usual carelessness toward your life, just this once" He said putting a finger toward her chin and raising her head, she chuckled looking at him: she had to admit she was pretty reckless, but the battle gave her such an adrenaline that she couldn't help herself but forget the safety rules.

"I'll see what I can do" She joked and winked at him, she also gave him a very quick kiss on his lips, followed by a teasing bite. "Don't worry about me, save your strength to fuck me later instead" She whispered bringing her lips closer to his ear.

"Don't tease me, babe, or you won't be able to stop screaming all night long" He said and grinned looking at her.

"I should tease you more often then" she said and bit her lower lip, he rolled his eyes in frustration: he wanted her now. She gave him one last look and turned around. He puffed in frustration as looking at her joining the rest of the boys and accepting a sword that Felix was offering her. That girl really was a pain in the ass.

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The pirates were surely taller and more robust than all of the Boys, but they hadn't done a good job: the battle was almost over and the Lost Boys hadn't lost a single member while the pirates were almost all dead. Y/n was just looking around searching for the sword they had stolen from her: the one Felix lent to her was not bad, but hers was balanced in the perfect way, besides it was less heavy and with a smaller haft. She had just spotted her sword when she decided to go and get it back.

"Where are you going?" Her best friend, Tyler, stoped her; he was covered in sand and sweat. She cleaned his face from the dirt and pointed at her sword.

"I'll come with you" he said, he had an instinct of protection toward her. They walked toward the dead bodies. The corpse of a pirate was still holding her sword in his left hand, the blood colouring the whole blade. Tyler reached out to take it when the man's opened his eyes: before he could even realize what was about to happen, he used his last strength to raise his torso and he would have soaked the blade in his stomach, but y\n pushed him aside so the sword ended up thrusting in her left hip. She immediately looked down and opened her eyes wide, her own blood was dripping down her leg and she was so shocked she couldn't even perceive any pain. The man looked at her and gave her one last smile before letting himself go: while falling down on his back, he pulled the sword out and she finally screamed in pain.

"Peter, Y/n is hurt" Tyler called out for Peter in disbelief and before she could say anything she started to feel her legs weakening. She was kneeling down when she felt Peter's arm catching her.

"Oh my... fuck!" He almost shouted while slowly laying her on the ground. Y/n felt the cold sand behind her back, almost a shocking contrast opposed to the warmth of the blood running down her leg and soaking her trousers.

"What the fuck happened?" Peter asked, his voice filled with terror and madness. Y/n was starting to realize that she was about to pass out: her view was clouded, she felt drops of cold sweat running down her forehead and she couldn't perceive her body with clearness anymore. It took all of her strength to raise he torso and look at the wound: the black of the poison was drawing spirals around the deep cut, the Dreamshade was running through her body already. "Stay still" Peter commanded her while working his magic on her, his hands were shaking. "Fuck fuck fuck, the battle tired me out, my magic is not on top; besides she is losing too much blood, I can't close the wound with the poison still inside. I need to take her back to my place" He said, frustration dominating his every word and move. As always, his bad mood was reflecting in the weather: big dark clouds were massing over them. She looked at his hands: they were red, red like the fire, she knew that it was her blood colouring them. He raised her from the ground by taking her body into his arms, it was almost like she weighed nothing. She realised that they were flying and smiled, she always wanted to fly like him.

"Don't worry, I'm going to fix this" He tried to reassure himself more than her, she held him with her hands crossed behind his shoulders and nodded.

"I am sorry.... Looks like I've acted carelessly again" She whispered while closing her eyes, she felt tired and cold. He chuckled while flying over the forest.

"I wasn't expecting anything different" He nervously joked. He tried to focus on what to do but he seriously was worried, what if magic wouldn't have been enough? No. It had to be enough. He wouldn't have lost her. She smiled and slowly fell asleep, he gave a quick look at her and couldn't stop thinking about the fact that if he wasn't going to be successful he wouldn't have been able to live with himself.

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The sun. It was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes. Rays of sunshine were penetrating through the roof made out of branches. The brightness of the sun made the leaves look almost white. She was in Peter's house. She squeezed her eyes and tried to stand up but, in the moment she raised her torso, an excruciating pain crossed her hip and stomach.

"Shit!" She exclaimed and laid back down. Her hands touching her wound, it was warm.

"Don't move, you could get hurt" Peter's voice made her turn left: he was sitting in a chair, his green eyes fixed on her and his hands crossed under his chin. He looked relieved.

"Thank you, I noticed" She said and he chuckled. He stood up and walked toward the bed. Before she could say anything he lifted her shirt and checked the bandaging.

"You need another couple of days to get back on your feet, at least the wound is not bleeding anymore anytime you move" He said and looked at her, she nodded and tried to sit up with her back against the wall. It was a bit painful but totally bearable if done slowly. "Good girl" He said and smirked at her, she rolled her eyes.

"Why would you say such a thing right now that I can't fuck you?" She asked in frustration, he chuckled and got closer to her; he caressed her cheek and runner his fingers toward her neck, then closed them around it and pulled her toward him. She moaned before he kissed her: the kiss was urgent, deep, passionate. He had seriously feared that he could have lost her, he never stopped thinking that he cared about her more than how he believed. Sex was amazing with that girl but almost losing her gave him the certainty that she was so much more than that for him. She was caressing the back of his head while pulling his hair, her body barely moving because of her pain but he knew her, she wanted more and he wanted more too, but that was not the time.

"Babe, stop..." He whispered on her lips, she gave him one last kiss before puffing in frustration. He looked at her and gently moved a lock of her Y/c/h behind her ear.

"I want you" She said, her voice filled with desire. He cursed internally.

"Y/n, I want you too, more than anything, but we must have a little patience" He said and caressed her lips with his thumb, she nodded and kissed it.

"Thank you, you saved my life" she said and put her hand on his chest, he smiled while sitting next to her and gently pulling her in his arms, she felt safe.

"And you saved Tyler's, you have been brave" He said and gave her a kiss on her head, she shrugged while caressing his chest.

"I admit that I hadn't realized that pirate was still alive" She confessed and looked at him, he kissed her quickly.

"I admit that the idea of losing you almost drove me crazy" He confessed and she looked at him in confusion. Did she really matter that much to him? She couldn't imagine... She always had feelings for him, since they started having sex, but confessing them? She thought she was just a fuckfriend for him.

"Really?" She asked, pure amazement in her voice, he nodded.

"Y/n, I really care about you" He said and she frowned in surprise before speaking. "I thought I was just..."

"Sex? I thought so too, but seeing you on the floor, all of that blood on your legs, the Dreamshade turning your hips and stomach black, your face as pale as the moon... It made me realize that I don't want to lose you, nor now neither never" His voice was gentle as it had never been before. Y/n was pleasurably surprised of that much sweetness, she didn't even know this version of Peter Pan existed, but she liked it.

"So, we're not fuckfriends anymore?" She teased him and he shook his head laughing.

"I'm still fucking you, babe; but we can see how it goes from now on and being open to eventual feelings" he said caressing her hair, she smiled and bit her lower lip, she couldn't been happier.

"I love the idea" She said while running her fingers between his neck and chest.

"Of me fucking you or the part about the feelings?" He asked joking and she pulled him toward her lips.

"Both" She said and grinned; before she could say anything else, he kissed her again.

[captain039]

Don’t let me go

The huntsman x reader

(Snow White and the huntsman, Chris Hemsworth)

Warnings: Gore, ABO, light swearing, magic things, light angst, idk

You stared at the world around, the voices screeching in your ear, telling you what to do, who you should be. The ground was cold and wet under you, your back soaked in mud and the rain pouring down on you. You struggled the breath, struggled to move so they didn't catch you. Why’d she want you dead? The queen doesn’t know you, doesn’t know anything about you and suddenly it’s your death or nothing. You didn’t know you could run that fast, being mere miles away from the dark forest had its benefit of nobody venturing into your small town, yet the queen was so angry she sent her brother after you. Unsure of what you did you fled, trying to save your family and village.

You eyes had gone blurry, the trees moved to you with their pointy branches, the sky was so grey and groggy it made you sick.

You closed your eyes savoured the earth under you as it might be the last you ever feel it.

Your body jolted though, you were being moved you figured this was the end till warmth spread through you.

“Come on” you heard a voice, deep and soothing almost despite its grunting.

“Wake up!” You heard a more feminine voice this time and frowned seeing a figure to your left. You stumbled in the persons arms, gained your feet and ran with them.

You neared the edge of the forest, your mind still fuzzed, a huntsman by the looks and a young woman, you didn’t know who she was.

“We mean you no harm” the young woman spoke and you frowned lifting your head seeing women in boats, you hadn’t even noticed them.

“What’s wrong with her?” They asked and you frowned.

“She’s been exposed, it’ll pass” the man spoke by your side and you frowned at him.

“Exposed?” You said almost drunken like.

“Get in” the woman said as you were led into the boat.

You awoke, warm and dry on a bed with a sheet over you. You opened your eyes slowly it was dark out, the only light from the flames by the fire.

“Ah there you are” you groaned sitting up as a woman helped you.

“Easy now dear” she said her voice kind.

“What happened?” You mumbled mind rushing back.

“You passed out in the boat” she said and you nodded rubbing your eyes.

“Why- why did the queen want me?” You whispered shifting so your feet hit the floor. You stood and stumbled but the woman sat you back down hushing you gently.

“My mother’s dead! My brother- I” you shook eyes blurring with tears.

“It’s alright child” she pulled you close, she held you, her scent that of an aged beta, calming.

“You’re awake” you frowned looking to the huts door and seeing the young woman.

“Thank you for helping me” you said wiping your eyes quickly and pulling away from the woman.

“The queen wants you too” she walked in and stood by you.

“Why she want you?” You asked, she didn’t look like anything special, beautiful sure, but just an ordinary girl.

“I’m the kings daughter” you froze at her words.

“Princess?” You muttered and she nodded.

“Why did she want you?” She asked and you shrugged.

“I don’t know” you mumbled.

“You’re special” the woman beside you spoke and you looked to her.

“How?” You said confused.

“You’re an omega” you frowned at her words that wasn’t uncommon?

“There’s omegas everywhere” you sighed thinking she was just suddenly insane.

“No there’s not” you stared at her confused.

“The queen executed them, your homes by the dark forest yes?” She asked and you nodded.

“She won’t go near that place, she has no power there” you tried to process, you really did.

“I left the village to get a cow from the market, I disguised myself as my brother” you muttered. Your brother was ill, you’ve been acting like him from time to time when going out, safer to travel.

“Someone would’ve caught you” she whispered and you clenched your fist, nails digging into your palm.

“Damn it” you said eyes watering again as you realised the whole fate of your village laid on your shoulders, they were dead, you watched the flames as you ran, the slaughter.

“The huntsman was after me, he had a change of heart before he found you” the princess spoke.

“A change of heart?” You almost scoffed.

“He’s a huntsman” you said.

“They don’t have hearts” you stared at the fire, memories flooding back.

You laughed while your brother chased you around the village, the older ones laughing as you both caused a ruckus.

“Y/n! Oliver!” You turned to your mother’s call and laughed as you both ran over trying to trip each other.

“Ah goodness ya both a mess” she sighed as you heard a horse approaching. Your mother looked up her eyes wide with tears in it. You looked too your heart pounding at the sight of your father.

“Daddy!” Your brother called running to him as he dismounted and embraced your brother tightly.

“Little Olly” he said as you walked to them.

“My little princess” he whispered cupping your cheek.

“Come here” he said softly and you wrapped your little arms around his neck.

“I missed you both” he whispered as he let you down and embraced your mother.

“They’ve grown” he chuckled to your mother who nodded with tears in her eyes.

“Look at you!” He knelt back down cupping your cheeks.

“Bigger than your brother” he chuckled as Oliver pouted.

“You’ll be a big man one day son don’t you worry” your father pet his cheek with a big smile. Time froze though as he jolted, an arrow through his heart. Screams rang out and the slaughter began. You were carried, torn away as you watched your father die. You were hidden away before it all stopped. Your mother bloodied but alive as she held you both close.

“Never trust a huntsman” she whispered.

“Men like him have no heart nor will they” you said.

“You-“ the princess began to speak but the loud cry tore all your gazes outside.

“Quickly!” The woman grabbed you both and ran out the back, the huts ablaze with fire and the queens men tearing the village down.

“Come now!” The women herded you out the back, through the water and to the boats.

“Huntsman!” The princess said as you saw him coming through the tall grass.

“Go!” The woman cried pushing you towards him.

“Wait-“ you said as she shook her head.

“Go now!” You tan with them both through the tall grass.

You ran for ages it felt like, your small rest reminding you of how exhausted you truely are.

“I can’t-“ you collapsed legs aching, chest burning. You laid on the grass, took in deep gulps of air trying to sooth the burn.

The princess and the huntsman stopped, the princess panting the and huntsman by your side.

“Go away” you said flinching as he went to touch you. He frowned at your words his blue eyes saddened.

“We need to keep moving” he said as you felt your heart finally slow down.

“She’s exhausted” the princess said coming to your side.

“Give me a minute” you mumbled as she handed you a canteen. You sighed drinking the water in it. You sat up slowly before nodding.

You moved for till the morning came, you were tired, legs trembling at each step, you weren’t use to running away. You froze though when something went around your foot and you were all hoisted up. Your back hit the huntsman sand you grunted as you tried to gain awareness.

“Beith” the huntsman sighed as you frowned seeing dwarfs around you.

“Ah Huntsman!” A dwarf said.

“Fancy seeing you out here” he added as you looked around but not spotting the one who spoke.

“You got two pretty little things by your side now huh?” You glared at the dwarf in front of you despite him not being the one who spoke.

“I think she might kill us” the dwarf said as you grunted and squirmed.

“Stop moving omega it’s no use” the huntsman sighed as you struggled.

“Cut us down Beith” he added.

“Do it” you heard another dwarf.

“It’s the princess” he added and you glanced to the princess.

“I have seen it” he muttered.

“Argh cut them down” you assumed Beith said as you landed on the ground harshly, your neck cramping along the way.

“Piss off!” You snapped as a dwarf came over.

“Alright!” He said hands up. You scrambled with your ropes before standing on your feet.

“She’s the one” you frowned looking to the princess who knelt in front of a blind dwarf.

“The darkness will end” he added smiling.

You traveled with the dwarves to the sanctuary, a place you’d never seen, fairies and little critters running around the lush grass. You smiled at the little rabbits running about, fluffy coats and little tails.

Night fell and you finally had a chance to lie down, Snow danced with Gus while the others sang. You had your back to the fire, holding the blanket close as tears silently fell from your eyes. Caught up in this mess for being an omega, your brother was one too, though he grew ill. Thinking back to everything you realise you were the only two, your mother coated your scents every day and night, she always told you, you needed to be careful around everyone, be on you guard.

You flinched when someone covered you with something.

“I’m not going to hurt you” you stared at the huntsman as he held a fur up.

“You were shaking” he said softly lying the pelt down over you.

“What’s it to you” you snapped with a hush voice.

“I don’t know what you think I am, but it isn’t right” he said and you glared.

“You’re a heartless man with an axe” you snapped.

“Monsters” you mumbled as you watched the hurt flash again. He sighed and sat back down, you kept your back turned as you tried to ignore the feeling in your stomach.

You watched your father die again, slowly, the arrow through him then an axe in his head, tearing his soul away as he fell. The Huntsman tore through your village, tore everything up before they left with their small victory. You cried violently over your fathers dead body, blood tears running down his eyes.

“Wake up!” You frowned as somebody shook you a voice echoing.

“Wake up! You shot up your dagger close as you looked around panting.

“Easy” you held your knife towards the huntsman as he held his hands up.

“You were crying out in your sleep” he said and you gulped. You had a layer of sweat covering your body, tears in your eyes. You lifted yourself and headed to the first ignoring his calls.

You pushed past trees and darkness before you fell to your knees and cried. You didn’t hold it back, didn’t silence it, you cried and cried till tears became streams. You heard someone approaching, cursed them as you knew who it was.

“Go away!” You cried turning to him.

“Leave me alone” you whispered as you felt him wrap his arms around you. You sobbed softly hesitant and struggling before leaning back into the embrace.

“Just let it out” he whispered as you cried softly. You held the arm around your shoulders, gripping his flesh.

Your tears dried and he sat back and made you sit back with him. You laid back against his chest looking at his boots outstretched besides you. His arms rested around your waist so you couldn’t leave, you stared at the moon in numb exhaustion.

“My father came home from a merchant trade” you began softly.

“I was five, my brother was four, he came off his horse and told us how big we had grown, embraced us before an arrow went through his heart and an axe in his head” you felt him tense behind you and you swallowed a lump in your throat.

“Huntsman had come through to kill our village leader and claim it as their own for their queen, they slaughtered and burned my village before leaving after their message had been heard that the village was owned” his grip tightened a little as you stopped.

“The queen was clouded by grief, she raised an army of children into Huntsman, she had one rule, to never love” he said.

“I fell in love, it cost me her life and others, so I escaped” his voice croaked a little and you held one hand over his.

“We were reckless ready to escape, but she died and I was sent out with grief of my own” you kept looking at the moon as he spoke, he was warm against you, comforting in a way you didn’t want.

“She wasn’t mine though, maybe we were desperate to feel something, it wasn’t the same feeling as- as this” he spoke softly and your heart raced in your ears as he spoke, you felt it too.

“What is this? I don’t know you” you said broken.

“I don’t know what this is, but I won’t let it go” he said as you felt a single tear drop.

“I won’t let you go” he muttered.

[obx-writings]

Enough is Enough

Gif from @rudypankows​

AN: Hi! Here it finally is! This took me a long ass time to make and I've never written smut before so idk how it is but it was definitely fun to write! I hope you enjoy it!

JJ Maybank X Reader 

Summary: You and JJ have been pining over each other for years now, constantly hurting each other without knowing. Your friends can’t stand by any longer and decide it’s time to interfere.

Warnings: SMUT!! unprotected sex (wrap before you tap guys) I think that’s it honestly

WC: 4.1k oof

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It had started as a game. An unspoken game of who could break who first. You and JJ had known each other for years, the feelings between you two and the subsequent sexual tension between you rising with every passing glance, every hug, every lingering kiss to the cheek. The game however, was between John B and Kie. Which one of them could get their respective best friends to admit it first. They’d wagered a decent chunk of cash on it, Pope constantly rolling his eyes at the two for meddling. “It’s not our job to push them, they’ll get there on their own.” He’d say, but they’d just shake their heads and laugh.

Kie’s argument was that she was done watching you pine over JJ for years, your heart shattering every time he’d bring a new girl home to the Chateau, for you to listen to while he wished it were you under him. She was done with watching JJ sulk, drinking away his feelings so much he’d pick up a Touron that always had some semblance of you in them; They’d wear your signature color, they’d use a similar shampoo, or JJ’s personal favorite, they’d drink the same cherry flavored liquor at the boneyard. Kissing them always tasted like how he’d imagine you did. And John B? Well he was sick and tired of listening to JJ fuck some tourist, only to kick them out the next day, slam the door to his room, and cry.

At this point, John B and Kiara had decided that enough was enough. Their usual jealousy attempts to try and get one of you to admit it only resulted in one of you starting a fight and then not admitting as to why you were mad. John B decided he was just going to tell you what was going on, even if it meant that JJ would kill him. He had watched the two of you suffer in silence long enough.

You two were breaking each other by holding onto your feelings as long as you had, and they decided enough was enough. Which leads you to tonight. You had no idea that Kie and John B had this bet going, and you had no clue that JJ felt the same way. You washed your sorrows down with that cherry flavored liquor JJ longed to taste on your tongue so much. Kie had dressed you in her clothing, saying “You deserve to feel like an expensive bitch every once in a while!” Which made you laugh. JJ was chatting up some girl in the corner, and everytime you looked over, you felt your eyes burn with tears that refused to leave. Respectively, every time JJ looked your way, watching you dance around, sweaty and care free and absolutely beautiful, his heart panged, aching to be the one grabbing your waist, pulling you back into him, whispering the things in your ear he dreamed of doing to you when you two left. It was killing him.

As if almost on cue, John B and Kie looked at each other, determined for this plan to work. Pope took notice of this and rolled his eyes.

“You’re crazy if you think this will work.” He laughed. “You’re last six attempts all tanked bro, just give it up. They’re both too fucking stubborn.”

“Pope, they’re killing each other. It’s getting painful to watch.” Kie stated, taking a sip.

“Hey, it’s your guy’s funeral when JJ goes insane and punches you.” He pointed a finger at John B. John B just shrugged and stood up, setting his cup down in the sand, he walked over to where you were dancing with some guy who obviously was a Touron considering his Outerbanks t-shirt and bad sunburn.

“Mind if I cut in with the lady?” He asked, sending you a wink. You laughed and took his outstretched hand, not giving a second thought about the boy behind you. Dancing with John B always made you feel the happiest at parties. He knew how to make you laugh, never judged your horrid dance skills, and most importantly, he took your mind off of a certain blonde haired boy. You never looked at John B as more than just your best friend, your brother. He was there for you through everything, and you for him as well, which is why it surprised you when tonight he turned you around, his chest pressed to your back. He pulled you close, dancing against you. He leaned down and whispered in your ears.

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you, and know that I hate that I’m the one who’s saying it to you.” You felt a rush of anxiety wash over you. Was this where he tells you he knows you like JJ, and he doesn’t feel the same? Is he going to admit to something that you don’t reciprocate? Your mind wandered, worry radiating off of you. You nodded, and waited for your heart to break.

JJ, sitting on the other side of the beach, took notice of this. He watched as his best friend walked over to the girl he loved, sweeping her off her feet as he pulled her to dance with him. He watched as John B spun you around, grinding against you. He balled his fists and his jaw clenched. He watched as John B leaned down to whisper in your ear. What could he have possibly said that made your face red. That should be him. That should be him holding you, dancing with you, making you smile, blush, giggle, scream, all of it. He noticed when you nodded, his mind wandering. What had you agreed to? Were you about to hook up with his best friend. His best friend that he never told his feelings about. Did he deserve to be this upset at John B? JJ never told a single soul his feelings for you, thinking if only he knew, it would just go away. He didn’t blame John B for wanting you. Your carefree spirit, your infectious laugh, the way you care so deeply for others around you. He noticed when John B said something, and your beautiful eyes met his in an instant. He noticed that John B was still talking, but your eyes were glazed over, focusing on JJ’s, not paying attention to what he was saying. He noticed when you left John B’s grasp, shaking your head, tears threatening to spill over. He noticed when you backed away, turning and walking quickly up to the Chateau. He never stood up so quickly. He walked over to John B, his voice strained, slightly raised.

“What the fuck just happened, bro?” JJ asked. Kie and Pope watched the scene unfold, walking over to join their friends. “What was that.”

“I told her bro, I told her everything.” John B stated, treading carefully with his words so as to not provoke his already ansty friend.

“What exactly is everything.” JJ stated through gritted teeth.

“You know, J.” JJ went to raise a fist, not sure if he was angry at John B for telling you, or angry at himself that he couldn’t. John B grabbed his arm, pushing his back.

“You were never going to tell her, and I was so sick of listening to her cry every goddamn night over something that wasn’t even true. So go, tell her yourself. Fill in the gaps, go and get the girl, for once JJ.” John B was staring at JJ so intently, his hands bunched in the collar of JJ’s shirt. His words were harsh, and they hit JJ like a truck. Did this mean maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way about him? How could he have been so stupid to parade a string of women in front of you. JJ looked at John B, nodding, and pulling his hands off him. He looked over at Kie, who sent him a sympathetic smile. Turning on his heels, he walked up to the Chateau.

The sand under his feet shifted with every step, his heart pounding beneath his chest. What if you really didn’t feel the same? What if you were utterly repulsed by the idea of him seeing you the way he did. His thoughts raced as he pulled open the old wooden door. There you were, sitting on the couch, your head in your hands, gripping the strands of your hair tightly. The creak of the door surprised you, and you lifted your head to be met with the most beautiful shade of blue staring back at you.

“Y/N, I…” JJ started, but you held your hand up, signaling for him to stop. You stood up slowly, wiping away the stray tears that had fallen, running a hand through your hair.

“I just wanna know why. Why would you bring your parade of Touron sluts through the door, practically throwing them in my face. All I did was lay on this couch and cry my eyes out as I listened to you fuck the shit out of someone I wished was me? God! Why didn’t you just tell me?” You practically screamed. All the pent up anger had been released, and you were left with your chest heaving, trying to catch your breath. You watched as his face went from guilty, to angry within a few seconds.

“You didn’t say anything either, Y/N! You don’t get to pin it all on me! How was I supposed to know someone like you would ever go for trailer trash that is JJ fucking Maybank?” The veins in his neck were bulging out, his eyes ablaze, until they softened watching the realization cross your face at his words. “Look…” His hand came up to his face, rubbing his eyes to try and stop the tears from leaking out. “I never, in a million years thought that you would go for me, so I pushed the feelings down, drawing them in women I wished were you, and crying myself to sleep after. I fucking hate myself for it.” He was tugging on his hair at this point, walking over to the counter in the kitchen and placing his palms on the surface, his jaw clenched. His back was to you, and you walked over to him, placing a hand on his back.

“Hey, J, look at me, please.” You pleaded, and after a moment, he turned around to face you. The air between you was limited, and thick with the tension between you two. You were both heated, buzzing from the booze and weed, and high off of the mutual knowledge that both of your feelings were reciprocated. “I...look, I don’t care about what’s happened in the past. If I keep thinking about it, it’ll just mess up everything, and I have you now. And I’m so fucking in love with you it hurts.” Your hand came up to cup his cheek, his face nuzzling into the warmth of your palm. He looked at you, searching your eyes for any trace of regret for the words that just passed your lips. All he found was love, and adoration. His rough hands came up to both sides of your face, behind your neck, pulling you in.

“God, I fucking love you too.” He muttered, before his lips crashed onto yours. After a brief second of “Holy shit, JJ is in love with me too, wait, JJ is literally kissing me.” you began to feverishly kiss back. The hand that was cupping his face went behind his head to thread through his hair, tugging slightly. The action caused him to gasp slightly, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. He growled slightly against your mouth, one hand staying in your hair while the other went to your hips, spinning you around so you were pressed against the counter. He bit your lip before trailing his lips down your neck, leaving hot wet kisses on the soft skin. You breathed out a few moans, feeling his arousal press against your stomach. He brought his lips up to your ear.

“God, I love you so much, Y/N.” His breath was hot in your ear, and he attached his lips back to yours a second later. He trailed his hands down your back, under your butt to your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter, stepping in between your open legs, pulling your waist towards him.

“I love you too, J. So fucking much.” You mumbled against his lips, your words getting lost in his mouth, his tongue teasing yours. His hands at your waist began to play with the hem of your tank top, signaling he wished to take it off. You pushed his shoulders back slightly, gripping your shirt from the bottom and lifting it over your head. His eyes darkened at the sight of you, clad in a simple dark blue bra. You smiled at his reaction and pulled his head back to yours, kissing him greedily. You began to pull at the hem of his top as well, beginning to strip it off, your lips only leaving his for the brief second the shirt passed over his head. Your hands trailed down his abs, your nails scratching at the skin. You felt his breathing hitch at the feeling, and he groaned into your mouth. You started trailing kisses from his mouth to his neck, biting every so often. When you got to the spot under his jaw, he moaned, and you stayed there, sucking harshly at the skin. The grip on your waist tightened, and you felt the prominent bulge of him through his pants against you again.

“God, Y/N. I need you. I need you so fucking bad it hurts.” He spoke through closed teeth, you could practically hear them grinding together. His breath was heavy and uneven, and you could tell how bad he wanted you.

“Then take me, J. It’s been too fucking long. Take me and make me yours.” He wasted no time at your words, beginning to unbutton the front of your jean shorts, his fingers fumbling slightly. Before you could even think, he lifted you up slightly, pulling them down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and bra. He began unbuttoning his own shorts, never breaking his kiss with you, letting them drop to his ankles before stepping out of them. His hands went around your back, unclasping your bra, pulling away slightly to remove it from your body. His eyes gazed hungrily at the new exposed skin of your breasts, you chest rising and falling with the intensity of his gaze. He pulled his hand around to the front of you, grazing your nipple slightly, watching as you let out a slight moan, lost in the pleasure. He leaned forward, attaching his mouth to the other one as his tongue and figures worked in harmony to cause sparks of pleasure in your lower belly.

“God, J….feels so good.” You breathed out, lost in the moment. You felt his mouth smirk against you, before he began leaving wet kisses down your stomach, lowering himself onto his knees between your legs. His hands went to your waist, gripping your hips as he pulled you forcefully forward to the edge of the counter, hooking his fingers in your panties at the same time. He slowly pulled them off of you, teasing you with light kisses to your inner thighs. Your hand reached down and threaded into his golden hair, desperate to hold onto something. He looked up at you through hooded eyes.

“I want to taste you...I’ve wanted to taste you for years, please baby, let me.” His eyes were pleading, and his voice begging. You couldn’t resist how sexy he looked at that moment, between your legs, begging to eat you out.

“Please J, yes…” That was all the encouragement he needed, as his mouth lurched forward, his tongue instantly finding your clit. You gripped his hair harder, letting out a loud moan at the sudden sensation. It fueled him further, as he began trailing his hand from your thigh to your opening, slowly sliding a finger inside you.

“You’re so tight, so wet for me baby...tell me it’s for me…” He mumbled against your clit, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body.

“For you, JJ, all for you…” Your eyes rolled back at the sight of his before you, messy hair, flushed cheeks, his tongue drawing lazy figure eights on your clit and his finger pumping in and out of you. He smiled at your words, adding a second finger and pumping even faster. He began to curl them each time they entered you, hitting a spot inside of you you didn’t even know existed. Moans left your mouth without warning, and you could feel that familiar tingle in the pit of your stomach.

“J…’m close…” You breathed out, your voice raspy and loose from the pleasure you were feeling. He pulled away for only a moment to speak.

“Fall apart for me, Y/N” He dove right back, working your clit with his tongue. His words were enough to push you over the edge, your head falling back, unable to keep your eyes open any longer as you felt the waves of pleasure crashing over you. You knew JJ was skilled in bed, hell you heard it almost every night, but you had no idea he was this talented at all. Your entire body was buzzing, you didn’t even register him pulling away or standing up until his mouth was on your again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. The unfamiliar tang of sweetness was odd, but it gave you another surge of tightness in your body, and you wanted him all over again. You moaned into his mouth, bringing your hand up to the back of his neck, tugging at the strands at the base of his head, slightly damp from the activities you two were taking part in. Your other hand reached down to begin palming him through his boxers. You weren’t shocked at the size. You had seen him changing enough times to know that JJ Maybank was indeed packing down there, and your body tingled with excitement. He let out a pained groan into your mouth, making quick work to rid himself of his boxer briefs, leaving you both naked to the steamy air. Your hand made its way to his length, stroking him a few times before he forcefully grabbed your wrist, biting his lip.

“You keep doing that, Princess, and this will be over very...very quickly.” His breath was ragged and his voice rough, you could tell he was on edge. He took a deep breath before reaching his hand back up to cup your cheek to kiss you sweetly. He pulled away, looking you deep in the eyes. “You sure, baby?” His eyes were looking for any sense of doubt or disdain with the situation, but all he found was adoration.

“Please...please J, I need you…” Those words were all he needed, because the second you spoke, he grabbed your hip with one hand, using his other to guide himself into you. Both of you moaned at the feeling of finally being connected with each other. He gave you a few seconds to adjust, hooking his hand under your knee to bring your legs more around his waist, and began thrusting slowly. Your body was on fire, every movement felt like the most pleasurable feeling you have ever experienced. His hot breath was on your neck, and you were hyper aware of everything that was him; the taste of his tongue, the smell of his cologne lingering on his skin, the roughness of the calluses on his fingertips, the softness of his hair, the love pouring from his blue irises. You were completely encapsulated by everything that was JJ Maybank.

“God, baby..feel so good, you’re so good.” His moaning was the sexiest sound you had ever heard, and you knew you’d never get enough of it.

“JJ!” You gasped, feeling him hit that spot inside you again, tightening around him. His grip on your hips tightened, bruising the skin.

“Shit, do that again baby.” You did, and a string of curses left his mouth. “I don’t know how long I can last baby...I’ve waited too long...you feel too good.” You could tell by the strain in his voice he was holding back his high, trying to stick it out for you. You shushed him, petting his hair and kissing his neck.

“Let go baby, come for me, I want to watch you.” You whispered in his ear, and his head tipped forward onto your shoulder as his groan at your words echoed through the empty house. “Look at me, J. Look me in the eyes when you come inside me baby.” He lifted his head, and the second he made eye contact with you, he was done for. He released into you without a second though, riding out his high for as long as he could before his body was shuddering at the stimulation. His lip was cut slightly from how hard he had been biting it, and his pupils were blown wide from the pleasure. You grabbed his face, kissing him sweetly. Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, catching your breath.

“Fuck, I love you. I’m so sorry I waited this long to tell you.” His words brought a calm wave over you, making you smile.

“I love you too, J. So much. And I don’t know exactly how this works, friends to more or whatever, but I know that I never want to not be able to kiss you again.” He giggled at your words, kissing you again. You were both so lost in each other, you almost didn’t notice the distant voices approaching. The rest of the Pogues were coming up to make sure you two didn’t kill each other. As soon as you heard Pope’s voice, you pushed JJ away, looking frantically for your scattered clothes. JJ hissed as he quickly pulled out of you, finding his boxer briefs and shorts quickly. You hopped off of the counter, pulling your shirt on frantically, and finding your shorts, sliding them over your legs and buttoning them quickly before the door loudly swung open.

“See, I told you they were fine.” Kie said, pointing in your direction. “Now can we leave them to sort their shit out.” She sounded annoyed that the boys had dragged her up here. John B and Pope were too busy assessing the situation in front of them to acknowledge her words. Both of you had wild, messy hair, flushed faces, and were standing at an awkward length from each other. John B noticed your bikini top sitting on the kitchen counter, your bottoms on the floor underneath it. He smirked, as Pope stared with wide eyes.

“Looks like they already figured it out.” His smug expression made your face flush even more so, not being able to look at anyone.

“You guys didn’t….on the freaking counter?!” Pope shook his head in disgust while JJ just smirked your direction.

“Wait you too...Oh my god! Finally!” Kie screamed with excitement. You laughed at her outburst, happy your friends didn’t seem to mind.

“I mean seriously, Y/N, next time you wanna hide it, maybe don’t leave your bikini sitting out...or put your shirt on backwards.” He smirked as you looked down confused, laughing at yourself. You had been in such a rush you hadn’t even noticed.

“Well, now that you guys are finally not pining anymore, can we get back to the party?” Kie said, laughing at you and your backwards shirt.

“I’m down, I’d love to show you off as my girl, babe.” JJ smirked again, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, making you blush further. You nodded as the five of you made your way back to the boneyard.

“Okay, but like, try and keep the macking in front of us to a minimum.” Pope said, looking at JJ, still scarred from almost walking in on you two going at it.

“No promises, man.” He laughed, turning his head to face you, leaning in to whisper just so you could hear him this time. “Now that I finally got you, no fucking promises at all.” You smiled up at him, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. You finally had JJ Maybank.

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Trial (4)

Summary: harry and y/n face the truth

Warnings: angst, a tiny bit of fluff

Word Count: 4249 words

A/N: thank you so much for supporting this series !! @devilinbetweenthesheet-s. I will do the taglist later in the day :)

EDIT: idk why the ‘read more’ is not working. I apologize for the scrolling!!

Part 4 of the Tarnish series!

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Harry was crying.

Admitting his feelings when he was younger was quite a task for him. Now that he was nearly in his thirties, the journey of being vulnerable with himself and with his feelings became easier with each emotion that he permitted himself to submerge in. Harry validated those emotions--he was allowed to experience them because it makes him human. It added texture to the ever-growing mosaic that painted who he was as an individual. Adding to the people that surrounded him, influenced by their kind-nature and the goodness of their heart to become who he was now.

And now, it seemed like his emotions increased tenfold. The clench of his abdomen and the harsh jolt of his chest forced his slouched shoulder to stay deflated. His breathing hitched as sobs threatened to take over, throat sore with the effort to keep it all in because Harry was smart enough to know that these emotions coursing through him right now were ones he wasn’t validated to feel. Paired with the latest information that that little girl being held by another man was his own daughter--and that the woman who was glowing with her caring, motherly-instincts was supposed to be his family; it broke him completely. 

Quaking thoughts circled his brain and punctured his muscles as if they were attacking him not only mentally, but physically as well in exchange for his past mistakes that he couldn’t quite place if he deeply regretted or not. Was it a mistake to cheat on Y/N? To leave her alone in the exposure of the public eye while she was carrying his child in her tummy? 

Harry should have known the day she fell sick and vomited in their kitchen sink. He was, sadly, too busy throwing a subdued celebration of finally having time alone with Camille. He should have noticed the way her face brightened with radiance. Or the way her cravings for strawberries and pickles either grossed her out or completely compelled her to consume more than she usually would. 

But Harry guessed that that was around the time his efforts went out the window because he didn’t have to pretend to care as much anymore. Camille appeared to be his one and only. With their relationship coming so close to being revealed and Y/N having one foot out the door, Harry let fate play out the rest. Don’t get him wrong, Harry still loved Camille; that was why his slashed heart still throbbed at the sight of her watching over her little cousin, yet knowing that the topic of children was still not a card on the table. 

The distress that he was feeling right now was core-shredding, heartbreaking grief that left a hole in his heart. The worst part was that Harry didn’t exactly know how to fix it or whether he even could. As he walked to his car with hands jammed into his pockets, he was grateful that the hood of his sweater hid his face and the tears sliding down the slope of his cheeks.

His senses were in overdrive, figuring out how to fix the mess he created. Wanting to run up to Y/N and ask her why she didn’t tell him, needing to feel his little girl in his arms. Pinching his skin to transfer the pain he felt in his heart because of the thought that he missed his baby’s first words, her first steps. Was it ‘dada’ that babbled out of her mouth? Did she reach out for Connor when she stumbled over nothing when she walked on stubby legs? Did Y/N mention his name to her?

“Harry!” 

He kept on walking despite the hushed call of his name, assuming that it was a fan that caught sight of him and wanted a picture. Harry adores them, but now is hardly the time to fake a smile or act like his life didn’t just flash right before his eyes--quite literally. 

The vehicle beeped as Harry pressed the ‘unlock’ button on his key fob, just about ready to pull the door open and shield himself from prying eyes. He flinched when a hand fell on his shoulder, “Harry,” 

He looked up to find Gemma panting, resting her hand on the roof of the car, “Are you. . .alright?” Her drifting eyes inspected his face, tinted a slight pink and moist with the salty liquid dripping from his tear ducts.

Huffing in annoyance, Harry clutched the handle to let himself in. Gemma followed his actions, shutting the door and locking it. The tinted windows of the car provided a semi-private enclosure that was filled with Harry’s sniffling and Gemma’s heavy breathing, trying to catch her breath. 

“H-her name is Halo,” Gemma began, gulping when Harry paused his ministrations, straining his ears to listen despite the dull thud occupying his vessels. “She’s almost two years old,”

“You said you didn’t know,” Harry’s gruff tone echoed. Gemma anxiously rubbed the ends of her palms against her jeans. “Why didn’t you tell me? You knew all this time and y’didn’t tell me,”

“I-I was--she didn’t want me--” 

“Why would she tell you and not me? I’m the one that dated her,” He raised his voice with every syllable he spoke. The frustration he felt from seeing the woman he once loved living the reality they shared together, except he wasn’t anywhere in the picture and that reality was only a fantasy in his life now. “It doesn’t make sense,” He rested his forearms on the wheel, facing the car’s symbol.

“The baby is yours, Harry,”

His head quipped with speed, grazing his forehead on the rounded leather but that pain didn’t amount to the new wave washing over him. “W-what?”

“It’s really not my place to tell,” Gemma said nervously, making eye contact with Harry’s searing yet teary gaze. “She wanted to tell you but you were so happy with Camille. She was posting these things on her Instagram about your trips and Y/N called me crying because you looked so free and happy without her. Y/N didn’t want to ruin what you guys had by dropping this on you,”

"That's-that's my baby?" Harry stuttered over his words while tugging his head out of his memories. Gemma nodded in confirmation. “Then why in the world was she--Halo?--calling him ‘dada’? 

“Look, Harry, you’re not stupid. You know why Halo called Connor her dad,” Gemma spoke slowly, “This is a conversation that you need to have with Y/N if she lets you,”

At the mention of the man’s name, Harry couldn’t help but be filled with anger. He barely knew this man yet he received everything that Harry wanted in life. ‘But she’s my kid. I’m her dad. I’m the one who’s supposed to give her kisses and make her laugh,” He mumbled quietly as if his inner thoughts were far too strong to be kept in his mind

He was staring mindlessly at the numbers on his dashboard, hands gripping the leather steering wheel to try and ground himself. "But if that's my baby, how can she call someone who's not her father, dad?" He whipped his head towards Gemma, searching for validation that would make him feel better but the siblings were aware that he lost that title three years ago. 

“I think you know you lost that place in their lives,” She reached a comforting hand to pat his arm, feeling just how tense he was under the fabric.

Harry shrugged her off, pinching his brows and pursing his lips as sadness began to swirl down the drain only to be replaced with resentment, irritation and bitterness. The taste on his tongue was hot with anger and his ears felt warm as he wheezed air instead of opting to yell his dissatisfaction near his sister. 

“This isn't fair. She's m’baby too. Connor is not her father,” He spat with venom, “I am,” A pointed finger poked his chest. "She knew she was pregnant when she left me. She’s so fuckin’ selfish. How could she do this to me? 

Gemma was quick to remind him of his actions, "You cheated on her, Harry.” Gemma cowered back at Harry’s beady eyes glaring at her with an unreadable emotion, stone-cold. “Maybe you should go home. Calm down a little bit,”

“No!” Harry cut Gemma off, “Need t’a hear her say it myself,” 

Harry didn’t know what his plan was when he harshly slammed the car door behind him, practically storming on the patches of grass like a mad man. It wasn’t hard to spot the picture-perfect family sitting on a park bench which brought a scowl to his shielded face. He wanted to give Y/N a piece of his mind and it wasn’t necessarily the nicest thoughts that crossed his brain. 

Halo was sitting on Connor’s lap while he was feeding her a peeled cupcake. Red velvet with cream cheese frosting—-Harry felt like he was punched in the gut. The baked good was Y/N’s specialty and it had a lot of sentimental value to both of them. It was what she baked for their first year together. He could vividly see her frosting-dotted nose, aiming to splotch the cream on his cheek while she laughed. Harry wrapped his arms around her, hugging Y/N from behind and proceeding to kiss her sweet cheek, leaving the perfect opportunity to stain his skin with the frosting. 

But he didn’t care if he was smashed headfirst into the cake (as long as it wasn’t ice cream cake)—Harry just wanted to see her smile and hear her laugh heartily. 

Y/N was snuggled on Connor’s shoulder, fixing Halo’s hair as she made grabby hands at the confection. He cannot lie--Connor was a handsome man. Harry rarely felt intimidated or insecure, but seeing that this man managed to snatch everything Harry could ever want seemingly in a blink of an eye; Harry felt very jealous. 

He pouted, eyes rimmed red and lips quivering wishing that Cory or Connor--whatever that little shit’s name was would disappear so that Harry could take his place instead. Actually, it was his spot in the first place. Only if he didn’t mess up, he thought. He missed Y/N so much! Seeing Y/N in her element of niceness and bright-gleaming smiles sent a truck full of sand down his throat as he gulped his emotion below the surface. The closer he got to them, his vision tunnelled towards Halo; brown, flouncy curls and a cute dimple embedded in her cheek as she giggled, accidentally knocking the cupcake on the ground.  

If that wasn’t symbolism staring at Harry straight in the face; a sign that their so-called relationship really had no chance of reprieve. Harry chose to ignore it.

Connor clutched Halo tightly against him, crouching down with a napkin to clean up the scattered cake on the ground. Y/N was the first to notice him, her forehead creasing as her eyes bulged at the sight of Harry walking towards them. She subtly poked at Connor’s arm, hurting Harry even more because it meant that Y/N felt uncomfortable with his presence. 

He was close enough to read her pink lips, “We should go,” matched with Y/N’s frantic actions of packing the juice boxes and the Tupperware of cupcakes into the tote bag beside her. Connor searched the park until his gaze landed on Harry, protectively shielding Halo from him. 

Is he serious? Harry thought. That’s my own daughter.

Speaking of Halo, the two-year-old happily continued munching on her new cupcake, frowning slightly when Connor stood up, “Why we leaving, Daddy? Did I do somethin’ bad?”

Y/N sighed, they promised that Halo could play at the park all day and now it was cut short because of a certain someone. 

“No, you didn’t, bub. Let Daddy explain at home, okay baby?” Connor hitched Halo higher on his hip, hoping that she wouldn’t ask any more questions until the trio left.

“Who’s that?” Halo asked, pointing at Harry only metres away from them. Her stubby finger outstretched at the stranger in front of her, eyes bright and sparkling with curiosity. There was no sign of recognition painting her green orbs. 

Harry gulped, wanting so badly to scream “I’m your dad!” but he knew that Y/N will add that to the list of his mistakes he had made. 

“No one, angel,” Connor planted a kiss on her head, looking over at Y/N who had finished packing everything up. He tilted his chin in an attempt to scare Harry off.

But the thing was, Harry was already scared. He could feel his stomach in his throat but vomiting wasn’t the right word to describe it. His heart drooped deeper than the levels of the Earth. He was scared because his family was right in front of him but he couldn’t touch them or hug them in his arms. He was only allowed to look from the outside because there was a small possibility of being forgiven.

“Y/N. . .” Harry began hesitantly. The surge of confidence he had decreased with each passing second. He kept a close eye.

Y/N shrugged the strap on her shoulder, “Leave us alone, Harry.”

He felt his anger disappearing, a new emotion cascading his tear ducts and the blood in his veins. Harry looked back in retrospect; she really did mean it when Y/N said that she never wanted him around again. “I just want to talk. Please, let’s talk,”

“She doesn’t want to talk to you, Harry,”  Connor interrupted, grabbing the bag from Y/N and wrapping an arm over her shoulder, guiding them away from Harry. “She’s happy without you, mate. can’t you see?”

Harry kept his gaze trained on Y/N’s face, actively avoiding eye contact but drifted when Halo’s frown caught his stare. The little girl’s chin was hooked over Connor’s shoulder, squirming in his arms in an attempt to stop him from walking. Halo was smart enough to know that Harry’s expression screamed sadness and her mummy said that “you need to find a way to make them happy” if someone was sad.

“Wait!” Her shrill yell caused both Connor and Y/N to turn around. A piece of Harry’s heart shattered on the floor when Halo pulled Connor down by the nape of his neck, small hand leading his ear next to her lips. Then, she did the same to Y/N, pointing at Harry which caused him to straighten his stance, wanting to impress his daughter even though there was no point.

The couple shared a look before ultimately having Connor walk closer to Harry. Halo gripped her cupcake towards him, “‘ere y’go hawwy,’ She still couldn’t pronounce her ‘r’s’ yet. 

Harry began to sob. 

It was his daughter and those were the first words she had uttered to him. She didn’t know him yet Halo treated him with kindness and it ripped at his chest because Y/N must’ve taught her that. His palms became wet as tears streamed from his eyes, dampening the sleeves of his hoodie. He didn't care about looking foolish in front of them, not when his daughter saw him as a stranger and called Connor her ‘dada’. 

Halo recoiled at the sudden reaction, her lips curving downwards, “Dada, mama, he’s cwyin’,” She tucked her face at the junction of Connor’s shoulder and neck, scared that she made him cry. Halo didn’t mean to make him cry. She felt so guilty that she started spilling tears of her own too, her face contorting into a scrunched expression as her mouth wailed open sobs, matching Harry’s. 

Harry’s first instinct was to take a step forward and comfort Halo but he was rendered frozen when Connor shot him a glare, shifting Halo’s body out of reach and he could only see her face over the man’s shoulder. Y/N dimmed her eyes, brows pinching when she couldn’t help but let a smidge of sympathy wash over her. She muttered a few words to Connor, pushing him by the small of his back towards the parking lot. 

When they were out of earshot, Y/N faced Harry, “What were you thinking? Are you trying to mess everything up again?” He tried to cut in, “Isn’t it bad enough that we’re talking about this in public? Why must you ruin everything, Harry?” She whisper-shouted, trying her best not to garner them any attention. 

“N-no, Gemma told me and I jus’ wanted to see her--and you. Wanted to hear the truth come out of your mouth,” His large hands jammed into his pockets to prevent him from fiddling with them. 

“Look, you have no right coming here,”

“I know that b-but I--,”

She held a palm up, “I’m not sadistic like you Harry. If you thought that I wouldn’t let you around her then you’re wrong. As much as I hate to admit it, I do miss you and I wish that you were there for us when we needed you,”

“I had no idea--,”

“Will you let me speak?” Her tone carried irritation. “But we’re alright now and we don’t need you anymore.”

Harry never thought that those statements would ever come out of Y/N’s mouth. “Don’t you think I deserve to get to know her?” 

She sighed, “Deserve? Definitely not.” He nodded in agreement. “But I’d live in regret if Halo never got to know her real father. . .”

Harry’s expression lit up, hopeful eyes shooting glances at her, “D-does that mea--? Are you--?”

“You can see her. You can get to know her but only because you’re Halo’s father,” Y/N took a brave step forward, ignoring the way her heart throbbed as if she was being stabbed by a thousand knives. Painful memories drifted in and out of her train of thought until she shook her head to muster them out. It was in the past but she could never forget the feeling of hopelessness taking over her whole body. 

With a hand on his shoulder, she continued, “Anyone can be a father and you’re just that. Don’t think that you’re entitled to anything more. You will never be her dad. Connor is. Understood?”

Harry took a deep breath and swallowed a heavy gulp, “I. . .understand. Thank you, Y/N. For letting me back in when I don’t deserve it,” He glanced at the two tiny figures piling in the car. He could just imagine himself plucking little Halo into her booster seat, booping her nose as she asked for the hundredth time why she had to sit at the back and not at the front with them. 

“I’m not finished,” She deadpanned, “You are going to be there for her. Not for me, not for us because our relationship is over. You can hurt me as you did before and I can accept it but don’t you dare try to hurt her,” 

And it was true. Having endured his painful game once before, Y/N was stronger now. She could take heartbreak as agonizing as that but she wouldn’t dare stand seeing Halo’s teary eyes staring back at her, asking why Harry had left them. She was far too young to experience the feeling when a piece of herself is ripped apart. 

“I won’t hurt her. I promise,”

“I heard those words come out from your mouth years ago and look where we are now. Once you hurt her, it’s over.”

“Y/N, t-that’s hardly fair. I am her dad, aren’t I?” Harry cleared his throat at Y/N’s raised brow.

“No, you’re not. We just went through this, Harry.”

“Don’t call me that,” He muttered quietly because she only ever called him ‘baby’ or ‘h’.

“Will you stop? I laid out my cards. If you want to even have a speck of presence in her life, then you have to abide by what I said,” She crossed her arms in defence, “You will never be Halo’s dad, Harry. Connor is her dad. I don’t know how many more times I have to repeat this before it gets through you thick head,”

He opened his mouth to talk, “No wiggle room whatsoever?”

“No. Do I have to write a letter for you to understand that?”

In a moment of hurt and despair, Harry spat out, “Might as well, yeah? Waited over two years to tell me anyway,”

“Are you kidding me?”

His throat ran dry, realizing that he just ticked another box to favour against being a part of his daughter’s life, “I-I’m sorry. I didn't mean to,”

“Whatever. Are you willing to make the sacrifice?”

“This isn’t the place to talk about this,” Harry suggested, wanting to have some sort of foot on the ground so he doesn’t feel like he’s topping over with guilt and sadness. “Maybe you can come over to my house,”

Y/N shook her head, glancing briefly at her phone when it buzzed, “No. I will not step foot in that house again. If you really want to discuss it, you can come over at our place,”

“Your place?” Did they all live together? Well, that was another slap to the face. Not only was Connor playing dad to Halo, but he was also part of the household. Harry’s face must have contorted into a grimace because Y/N sighed softly. 

“Yes, our place. Meaning all three of us,” She gestured behind her. “I have to go. You can probably get my number from Gemma; you can text me then.”

“Yes, yes! Of course, I want to talk to you. . . about this, I mean,” Harry lowered his enthusiasm. The small voice in his head reverberating that this was not about him and Y/N; this was about Halo. 

“And make sure you don’t bring anyone else,” Y/N said sarcastically, subtly pointing in the direction of the paparazzi hiding behind some bushes. Harry was usually good at spotting them but today was just a puddle of hurt and confusion. “I don’t want her having to read nasty things like I did,”

What Y/N said may have been a side comment, but Harry couldn’t help but take it to heart. Was this a good idea? Sure, he wanted to be a present dad in Halo’s life. However, is it worth it to stir unwanted drama? If only he didn’t cheat on Y/N, all of this could have been avoided. 

With his mind in a haze, Harry barely noticed Y/N’s figure moving away from him. He jogged to catch up with her, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder. Harry felt numb to the way she shrugged her touch off of her immediately, “Were you ever going to tell me about our daughter?’

Y/N stared at him quizzically, tilting her head a little bit sideways, “I thought I did? Wait!” A look of recognition plastered across her features, “I did try to tell you but you blocked me before the message sent through,”

Harry gulped with realization. He blearily remembered  bitterly blocking her number just as she texted “I need to tell you something,”

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Y/N: Since you’re not picking up my calls

I need to tell you something

Y/N took a deep breath as her thumbs tapped on the letters slowly as if to withhold the news from him. She was not at all ready to reveal that she was pregnant and that he was the father but Y/N knew that it was the right thing to do. Despite the fact that he was currently out of the country on vacation somewhere on an island with sandy beaches with Camille. Y/N was aware that this spike of courage was rare and so, she had to do it now.

Y/N: I’m pregnant

And you’re the father

She locked the device as soon as she pressed the arrow to send the message, clutching the phone close to her chest and shutting her eyes so tightly that it hurt. Minutes passed with no response and Y/N was shouldered by curiosity to check if he had sent anything back or simply left her on ‘seen’. 

It was neither. The screaming red exclamation mark surrounded by a circle indicated that she had been blocked. 

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The times when she left missed calls on his phone were for a reason much bigger than the two of them. Y/N didn’t call to beg for him back or to ask Harry to want her again. He was ashamed to admit that he had rolled his eyes upwards every time he clicked on a voicemail she had left, stating, “Hey H, it’s me. Call me back when you hear this. I need to talk to you,” which he deleted without a second thought. She didn’t text him endlessly to politely ask for her things packed and settled for her pick-up because Y/N could not bear to spend another second in a room with him.

It wasn’t that at all. 

Y/N was physically moving farther and farther away from him, settling herself into the car before driving off to hers and Connor’s shared house. Halo sat in the backseat, singing along to the radio.

Harry was surrounded amidst the joyful squeals of children and reprimanding voices of their parents.

He stood alone with no one but loneliness by his side and the brisk flash of cameras in his peripherals.

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