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theyluvkarolina · 3 months

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౨ৎ SOMETHIN’ STUPID ౨ৎ

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SUMMARY౨ৎ Being Max’s strategist is a experience you’d cherish forever. The constant laughter, friendly teasing, shared smiles after wins, is also something Max would never change. But in Max's case, he see’s nothing of this as simply friendly. But sometimes, words are best kept to oneself.

PAIRING ౨ৎ Max Verstappen x Strategist!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS ౨ৎ some photos of kelly get used but i blur out her face, rejection, ANGSTY 🥴🥴, a very slight song fic? (they are listening to it so not really a song fic)

A/N ౨ৎ So so sorry this took longer than expected! My schedule was not my bestie last week 😞 but i have a very special note for my pookie bear ash at the bottom 🫶🫶 (FOLLOW HER ON @maxtermind !! SHE HAS AMAZING WORKS)

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y/n_rbstrat ✔︎

liked by maxverstappen1, redbullracing, danielricciardo, and others

y/n_rbstrat Max. Maxie. Max Emilian Verstappen ladies and gentlemen, your 2021 World Champion. I’m so lucky and proud to have been your strategist and I pray it’s this way for years to come. Seeing you grow along with me is something I’m forever grateful for. I love you so much, my best friend 🩷

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username1 STOP THE MAX CELEBRATION POST :(

username2 what if i started crying rn

username3 “I love you so much, my best friend” hurt.

→ username4 NO BC WTF DO YOU MEAN FRIENDS??? Y/N HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HE LOOKS AT YOU?? → username5 max is punching air.

maxverstappen1 ✔︎ couldn’t have done it without the best strategist ever ❤️

→ y/n_rbstrat ✔︎ and i couldn’t have done it with the best driver ever 😊 ❤️ → landonorris ✔︎ fucking hell just kiss already → username6 HELP LANDO → username7 bro had enough → landonorris ✔︎ trust me if you see these two all the time in person and refuse to acknowledge their feelings, you want it to be done with. → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ what are you talking about?? → landonorris ✔︎ you know. → username8 if they don’t get together i think i might throw myself off the highway → charles_lelerc ✔︎ “best strategist” huh?

username9 max and y/n hugging is my roman empire.

username10 we are all delusional for y/nstappen.

maxverstappen1 ✔︎

liked by y/n_rbstrat, redbullracing, charles_leclerc, and others

maxverstappen1 truly unbelievable. i want to thank red bull, my family, friends, y/n, and everyone else for their support. 2021 World Champion 🏆 🎉

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username11 Y/N GETTING HER OWN MENTION HAS MY HEART 😭

username12 if they don’t date i might cry

username13 the hug 😭 ❤️

username14 i feel so single rn

charles_leclerc ✔︎ congratulations! i hope you remember our deal 😉

→ landonorris ✔︎ why wasn’t I informed about this deal??? → georgerussel63 ✔︎ we all know you can’t keep a secret lando → alexalbon ✔︎ says the one that follows gossip accounts and asks us if we know stuff in the gc. → georgerussel63 ✔︎ im not as bad as charles and pierre… those two do it in public WITHOUT SHAME 😒 → pierregasly ✔︎ DONT DRAG ME INTO THIS → username15 HELLO WHAT IS ALL OF THIS?? → username16 NO BECAUSE I NEED TO BE PART OF THIS F1 GROUP CHAT 😭

y/n_rbstrat ✔︎ stop it max i’m going to cry!! im so proud of you! i would never trade my favorite driver for anything in the world ❤️🥹

→ danielricciardo ✔︎ favorite driver??? what the hell am i?? 🙄 → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ the side piece now that you left → danielricciardo ✔︎ uncalled for. → y/n_rbstrat ✔︎ be nice boys pls :( → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ yes ma’am → danielricciardo ✔︎ simp → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ i didn’t know being nice was me being a simp → danielricciardo ✔︎ mate, i saw you literally carrying all her things into the paddock?? you never did that for me → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ last time i checked she’s MY ENGINEER → danielricciardo ✔︎ ugh whatever you say… → username17 guys idk about you but i think max only likes y/n → username18 the way he doe everything for her and she doesn’t see this as love 😭 → username19 i mean she did say in a interview she wasn’t looking for any relationships because of how good her career is doing → username20 idk about anyone else.. but I feel like the day max confesses is the day their relationship comes crashing down. → username21 DON’T START SAYING THIS BS NOW.

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The heavy, thumping bass reverberates through the walls as you stand in the corner of the club. The club was never your thing. The floors constantly holding spilled drinks and other concoctions, the smell of BO and alcohol overwhelming your senses, the crowded atmosphere filled with sweating people… safe to say if it weren’t for Max dragging you out to be with the team celebrating you would be wrapped in blankets watching some sort of trashy reality TV show.

Max finally made his way over to you, a wide grin plastered on his face, clearly in his element here. He took in the sight of you. Every curve of your body, yevery way your hair falls, the way your eyes twinkle slightly when you notice him, the look of your red lips. He can never get tired of it.

"Hey, glad you made it out," he shouted over the music, the classic rasp in his voice showing as he clapped you on the back trying to hope you haven’t noticed his staring.

You managed a weak smile, feeling out of place amidst the pulsating energy of the club. "Of course," you replied, slightly raising your voice to be heard, “ you think I’d miss celebrating your Championship win?”.

Max gave a smile, “Never. Besides, if you said no, I’d find someway to get you to come over here.”.

You raised a brow at his statement. “Really? How so?”

Max let out a hum as he sloshed his drink in his cup. “Hm… I’m not too sure. Not seeing the cats are a good place to start.”, a smirk tugged at his lips.

Your raised brow turned into a furrow in disbelief, “You wouldn’t dare… not Jimmy and Sassy… they love me!” You exclaimed while Max gave a laugh, running his hand through his blonde stands, well more of him doing a hair-tuck to his nonexistent length. The conversation soon comes to a halt, although the music is booming, it felt as if it is just you and him in the entire world at the moment. It was your own form of silence. A comfortable one.

"How about we get out of here.” He suggested, breaking the silence.

“Leave? Max, we just got here! You said-“

“I asked you to celebrate with me, I never said where. It’s my Championship win after all.” He smiled, his eyes wrinkling from his proposition. “We only met here because this is where the team would be. It’s not as if they would notice we’re gone anyways… they are too wasted to even think.”

You tried to hide your smile but failed as Max extended his hand pressing it against your back, his eyes shining with mischief.

"Come on, let's get out of here," he urged. And suddenly, the pulsating energy of the club faded into the background as if the world outside those doors was beckoning to you.

You both stepped out into the cool night air, and beyond the hustle and bustle of the city, there was a strange serenity. It was as if time slowed down, and you found myself feeling more alive than you had in a long while. Max’s hand felt warm… reassuring… friendly. A steady presence in the midst of the urban chaos.

Being a woman in the industry of Formula One caused many controversies, let alone being a engineer to one of the possible best upcoming drivers in the history of the sport. From the sexist comments from other Formula One fans, to even your own people, co-workers in the workplace. Their degrading looks given to you if you even tried to hold a conversation with them was enough to be said. It wasn’t until a response to a interview did others begin to take you seriously. One that Max himself gave.

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"Max, how do you feel about having a new, female engineer like Y/N on your team, especially during such a critical incident like the one with Bottas in Hungary? Do you think her gender affected her performance under pressure and can contribute to this race in Belgium? I mean, women are known to crack more under pressure then men.“ The interviewer asked as the room went quiet, a singular cough reverberating in the room from the tension of the atmosphere becoming so thick you can cut it with a knife.

“Excuse me?” Max questioned, his voice holding a tone filled of disbelief and slight disgust.

“I said, Max, how do you feel about-“

“No, no, I understood what you said I’m not deaf.” Her cut the journalist off making the journalist pause his speech and hold his tongue. “Look, I couldn’t care less about her gender. What matters to me is if she can do the job, which she’s been doing remarkably well. And as for the incident with Bottas in Hungary, she handled the pressure just like any other competent engineer would. It wasn’t her fault. I’ll take the blame for it. Her gender has nothing to do with it. If anything, it adds a fresh perspective to our team, and that’s a good thing. Now if anyone has any other questions like this asshole over here, I would pick another question to do.”

No one dared to speak of you the way the interviewer did.

After the interview, you approached Max who happened to be watching over some data from the sim. Blue eyes focused with such intensity that he didn’t even notice you.

”Max, I wanted to thank you for standing up for me in there. It means a lot to have your support." You commented softly, not wanting to disrupt him due to Max being known for his rather… straightforward and blunt responses.

"No problem. We're a team, and a team supports each other. Your gender shouldn’t matter in the first place. It’s all about weather you can do your job and your doing just fine.” He said matter of fact.

You nodded, feeling a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect. You weren’t used to it one bit. But it felt amazing. As if you can actually walk somewhere and not be treated as if you were a piece of dirt.

”Thanks you... I'm glad to be part of this team, and I'll keep giving my best."

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A tender look graced your face as you remember the memory, finally gaining a friend in the hell of a industry, but you wouldn’t change it in the world if it meant that you got to meet Max and work with him. While you both walked along the quiet streets, the sounds of the city and the soft glow of the street lights enveloping us in a kind of magical cocoon.

“So… where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” was his only response, making you roll your eyes.

You two continued walking until you reach a secluded area on the white, sandy beach of the UAE. You look up to the dark, noir sky. The sun was long gone and the only shine that hits your skin was the moonlight, complemented by the clusters of stars crafting their own soft glow. Max stared at you as if you were some sort of marble statue, hand crafted by the Greeks.

How can someone be so beautiful?

The humming song from a nearby restaurant or bar was the only sound heard. It was a gentle melody, one that fits the mood so far into the night.

"Care to dance?” Max finally asked, snapping you out of your trance.

“Dance? What are we? In our early 20’s?” You teased, eyes meeting his blue eyes that glisten like the moon’s reflection in the oceans waves.

"Age doesn't define how we have fun," he retorted. You couldn't help but snort a bit, feeling the lightheartedness of the moment.

"Alright, why not?" you agreed, letting him lead you to a spot under the faint light of a nearby lamppost. He placed his calloused hand onto the small of your back, close to your hip just as he did to lead you out of the club, then leading your hand to be placed onto his shoulder

As the music enveloped you, you swayed to the gentle rhythm, feeling the warmth of the sand under your feet and the cool breeze from the ocean as his eyes meet yours.

`` I practice every day, To find some clever lines to say, To make the meaning come true ``

“I’m proud of you you, y’know that?”

“You’ve told me once or twice.”

“It’s true though.” You reassure.

“It’s just as true as me saying how beautiful you are.”

`` But then I think I'll wait Until the evening gets late And I'm alone with you ``

You let out a chuckle. “Smooth Max Emilian Verstappen. Very smooth. Practicing for some girl that caught your eye or something?”

His eyes slightly widen before losing contact with yours, “Maybe I am…”, his cheeks being brushed with a slight red.

“Well she must be a lucky girl. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

It goes faint.

`` The time is right, your perfume fills my head The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue ``

“Can-…” Max starts glancing back at you before cutting himself off choking on his own words.

“What is it, Max?”

“Godverdomme… can I tell you something?”

“Anything. I’m you friend after all.”

Friend.

`` And then I go and spoil it all By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you" ``

"I love you.”

“You… you what?”

Your movement stops.

“I love you Y/N. So much. Ever since you walked in the office I-“

“No… no no no… “

“…What?”

“Max… please tell me your messing with me…”

He is just your friend. But you’re his everything.

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A/N 2 ౨ৎ Ash, my love, my pookie, the love of my life, you my love re the reason I’m here today. If it weren’t for you reaching out and becoming friends with me in March, I don’t know where I’d be right now. Whether it be reviewing our work together, watching GP’s together, sending THOSE edits to one another, and even just random rants and talks, I’m glad it was you who I was with when I started my writing journey and I wouldn’t change a thing. I really hope you like this fic, I def tried my best with it 🥹🫶 LOVE YOU LOTS LOVELY 🩷

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prkbnchrncls · 1 year

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August 7 2023

I ordered coffee for her- and presented it as my own initially. She laughed and took pictures lol. She made the picture her instagram story. We prepared to go to Harajuku as I had to work - also had to eat the amazing Harajuku donuts. We arrived and took a seat. I went around looking for hand fans in the sweltering heat. She later on ate the donuts and loved it - she had matcha, i had plain and chocolate. She said that was all we were gonna have for lunch. I was okay with it. I proceeded to work as she stamped her contract papers. Congratulations baby! Im so proud of you. Later on we moved to the sofa of Sarutahiko and I went to the office to do the meeting. Upon completion- I returned to the cafe to fetch her. We ate Soup Kare and it was so cute how Momo didn’t know how to order (I didn’t too lol). I drew her on the random notebook on the table and she drew me. I wish i took a photo of her illustration of me. We loved the food - she got the Asari based one and I got the Coconut based one. We played question games to see who knew each other better. I was surprised that she knew me very very well. Im always paying attention to her - she recognizes it. We connected very deeply - it is insane to think that we just physically linked up a day prior again. It feels like we have been living together for a week or so already to be honest. We went home after a small visit to the front of my office - the ride home was tiring. Harajuku is too far. On the way home, in front of the station, she sent her contract to the company in a post box. I congratulated her - i am sooo proud of her. We got home and watched Lollapalooza NewJeans, recuperating from our tiredness. We showered and watched Heartstopper again. We eventually talked about the differences of how we get into relationships- i don’t become friends initially as my lines are rough and clear - shes the opposite. That was how she became lovers with her exes, they became friends and they fall in love with her. Later on we get intimate. We both killed the lights and undressed - skin to skin. We made love. I couldn’t help but ask her to marry me, i need her. She said yes and moved - and I came. I came too fast. Im gonna repay this and make her come tomorrow. Before we slept i got a little clingy and asked if she was texting anybody else, she said no, i kept probing - she said “sleeep”. Trust is something i should have and show more. Trust : Respect. Stop shooting yourself in the foot. You guys are destined ti be together - as Ane said; your ropes are tied - your ancestors want you two together. It is done - simply live it and go with the flow. You can do it Sel, she’s your soulmate.

I can’t wait to travel with her to Indonesia.

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lunarrumor · 3 years

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i just think that valgrace. so much potential. so much chemistry

we have:

- best friends to lovers

- height difference

- jason being very strung up and leo being the exact opposite so they balance each other out

- leo always stealing jason's clothes even before they're together because they're really comfy and jason's not the most fashionable but leo's never cared about his clothes much (except he does care about these ones because they're his "best friend's" and it reminds him that he has people now,,, people that love him)

- and he wears one of jason's shirts to his workshop one day and he accidentally gets grease on it (because lets be real he has never owned a single item of clothing that didn't somehow get a grease or oil stain on it)

- and he's really upset because it's like he ruined one of his most precious items and jason let him have it (he took it one day while they were up late playing video games and he wanted to get comfortable and jason refused when he tried to give it back for ~totally straight and only friendly~ reasons)

- and he thinks jason's gonna be mad because what if he did want it back and he's gonna change his mind and never let me have anything of his ever again but he goes to the dining hall trying to subtly hide it but of course jason notices it because he's got a great vantage point on leo and he's always staring at leo but especially today because he's wearing his shirt and he always looks really cute after coming back from his workshop because he has dirt on his face and his hair is all messed up and he always comes back looking proud of himself for finishing a project or all jittery because he wants to get back so he can keep working or frustated that something went wrong (but that isn't very often jason thinks because leo's kind of a genius with machinery and he always manages to make the most amazing things)

- anywayy so jason notices and he doesn't say anything but he can see him staring and his eyebrows do that cute little furrowy thing that always happens when he's thinking about something and leo's just waiting for him to mention it

- meanwhile jason is looking at leo's shirt his shirt with grease stains on it—leo's signature look and he's trying so hard to keep from smiling like an idiot because now it looks like theirs—like it's a part of them both and leo's looking absolutely amazing in it in the light of the dining hall, highlighted gold by the sun going down and the torches set around for light

- he looks at his crisp purple shirt, now slightly wrinkled, with oil stains and he thinks it reminds him of their own friendship—how he's always neat and precise but leo relaxes him, he's not afraid of getting messy and he's not afraid to pull jason along with him and he never does say anything but he gives leo a random hug after dinner before he goes back to the workshop, which isnt that unusual because ever since jason realized that leo and piper didn't mind casual affection—in fact piper was always one to just drape herself around her friends and hang off of them because as much as she didn't like being an aphrodite kid she's always been a sucker for little ways of showing people you love them—jason hasn't stopped hugging them since

- leo was surprised at first when he started doing it but now he welcomes them because jason's hugs are so warm and it makes him feel home and so when he does so after dinner leo's only really shocked because this one is extra suffocating and he was expecting actually the opposite reaction but then he supposes he shouldn't really be so surprised because jason has always been the most understanding person he's met and he never gets annoyed with leo like others do, he's always just there waiting to help him or to hug him or to give him one of his oh-look-at-me-im-so-attractive-people-probably-make-paintings-of-me-just-to-capture-my-beauty smiles that is always so bright and soft and leo doesn't know how jason can always look so content when he's got so much weight on his shoulders (this definitely doesnt have to do with the fact that just being around leo makes him happy and he forgets all his responsibilities except making sure leo is doing okay)

- and when they are together jason sure as hell takes advantage of his staring privileges because now he can look at leo in his clothes and smile like a goof and it's completely normal boyfriend behavior and he absolutely never shuts up about how much he loves leo and ~maybe~ leo recognizes this and starts wearing more of his clothes just so he can get extra tight hugs because he's always been one for manipulating the system and damnit if this system of how he could possibly get the most love from jason is not the best thing he's ever gotten himself into

- and now i've gone on a very long rant about valgrace (oopsie) but im going to continue (with some nico !!!) because @transjasico has me thinking about valdangelace

- so nico doesnt have the same habits as leo does when it comes to taking all of jason's clothes because he hates looking small and he has a reputation to uphold and a ~style~ to keep (aka an emo teen that shops at hot topic)

- and jason totally doesn't start buying more black clothes because maybe he perhaps notices this (after all who is he if not constantly obsessing over his boyfriends and analyzing all the cute habits they have)

- and piper sees this change of clothing and gets a little worried because she just got jason to branch out a little from purple t-shirts that he somehow makes look like he's ready for a business meeting? and oh no what if while she was training him and telling him to ~find his own style~ she accidentally encouraged him to go goth

- so she's like /what have i done/ because while she teases him about it, nerdy jason is her jason and what if he decides to get a bunch of piercings now because that simply wouldn't look right (i mean of course he could pull it off but goth!jason would look simply off to anyone who had met him for more than two seconds and seen what a mom friend he is)

- so she asks him about it because she can not be responsible for jason breaking all of the goth little hearts in america with his new look (yes he just started wearing more black but piper thinks ahead okay she's smart like that)

- and he admits it to her and she just cackles in his face (and then suddenly gets serious because she's like okay i know you love your boyfriend but seriously this is not the style for you)

- but who's laughing when his plan works??? one night at the campfire nico forgot his aviator jacket and he's about to shadow travel to get it but jason is like no no no you're not gonna wear yourself out just to get a jacket and you can't just leave (a brilliant excuse if you ask him, because jason's a quick thinker like that,,,, and being around leo he picked up some of his scheming habits)

- but he's like *puts hand on nico's arm and activates his Serious Yet Loving boyfriend face" and goes: noo nico why would you do that when i have a jacket *whips hoodie off his lap with a flourish* right here :)))

- and nico's like ....okay sure :)

- and jason has an accomplished little smile seeing nico bundled up in his hoodie because not only is he warm but phase one of his mission is complete and now he just has to ease nico into stealing more of his clothes and he thinks he was really subtle but nico definitely knew what he was doing and he brought it up to leo who thought it was very cute to see conspiring!jason and hilarious that he was so determined for somebody to steal his clothes so when jason pulled out his jacket he made a little motion to nico like *go on take it* and nico rolled his eyes (without jason seeing of course) and activated his amazing acting skills so he could see his boyfriend look all proud of himself

- and now i've gone on another very long rant (i still blame you @/transjasico) but nico starts wearing them more because jason always does everything he can to make them happy and he thinks its worth it to see jason all smiley and they're very comfy and he does enjoy the extra bear hugs and the smirk leo gives him every time he sees him wearing jason's shirt but that's not the point

- okay now im done

the point is.... LET JASON LOVE HIS TWO BEST FRIENDS BOYFRIENDS OKAY

#me: haha im just gonna make a post about valgrace that's *very short* and—#me looking at the actually very long post in which i dissolved into multiple rants about clothes thievery: oh. whoops :)#sidenote leo also steals one of nico's shirts one time and he goes up to his boyfriends with a ~smolder~ like 'i think this is really #working for me . righttttt :D'#and nico's like *deadpan* no.#you should take it off right now.#and NOW im done #just lots of valdangelace thoughts tonight #reading this back i think this is the longest post ive ever made .....#rrverse #jason grace #leo valdez #nico di angelo #valdangelace #valgrace #jasico #valdangelo #yes a lot of this post was me going off on long tangents about how amazing leo or jason is what are you gonna do abt it

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theguardianace · 2 years

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tell me ur pjsk thoughts <333

yknow what i talk about the blorbos so much i want to ramble about gameplay first. its a game of music so obviously they put a lot of work in sound design, right? the way that the different degrees of note sound slightly different (perfect is a sharp, crisp sound, great is softer, good is dull, etc) is both a useful audio indicator for experienced players to measure how well they are doing in a combo/all perfect attempt but also a way to keep less experienced players engaged with variety! also the background music slaps so hard you'll be watching a silly little play by some gay little theater clowns and the most banger of epic orchestras is playing in the back. this is my favorite it plays during a scene where rui makes the funniest little aaaaauuuuuuu!!!!! when he (the villan) is defeated. i had to put down my phone for a second. it's also a soundtrack that really fits the vibes of each of the units songs are used for! oh and actually playing games is quite fun, too. i feel like i should mention i actually like to play the game. i spend a lot of time doing that. according to the game i have played 3246 shows. i have done over a thousand of those shows with rui as the leader. i have a card for him for every type completely maxed out. hes also like 10 character levels higher than everyone else. i dont have a favorite..... this is not about shows uhhhh something i really appreciate about sekai is how creative the beat maps are! the law evading rock map is both super fun to play but also mirrors the original 2dmv!! oh and traffic jam during a part in the master chart there's green holds and then red flicks mirroring the 2dmv as well! and the salamander chart has a little cloud shaped hold for the "fuu" like blowing on hot noodles! and the once upon a dream during the "this world is full of strange, irregular things" or however the lyric translates the holds are funky shapes! there's so so so so so so many little references and they all fit so well.

ok i think that's enough about like. playing the game. anyways blorbos are amazing rui the aromantic gender stealing king and his little troupe of aroace idiots i love them so much they do so much for eachother and simply being hwere they are now shows so much growth from their pasts. tsukasa in a place where he can learn to be the star he's always dreamed of and he has friends who genuinely care about him and he's no longer lonely and he learns so much about being a better person and aaaa. emu's card stories hurt so bad cause those are the ones she mentions her grandpa in most. one story she had wxs decorate pxl for christmas and she climbed like a two story tall tree to put some lights up and she was like this is what me and grandpa did :) and then wehn they put the lights down she climbed the tree again and looked up to the clouds and thought about how she was closer to her grandpa from up there and she hopes he's proud of how much fun she's having with her new friends. he is proud emu. she's the best girl ever shes always painted as sunshine and bubbles and she is all wonderhoy yay happy but she has emotions too yall she's learning how to express those not so happy emotions and im proud of her for it. nene is the best she's so skilled i love how she gets very sharp tounged around those she's safe with and how much she cares about these new friends and how she's learned to not only become more confident in herself but how to be a teammate and yeah. nene. dont even get me started on rui. this dude. he's been so lonely. middle school rui breaks me he just needs a friend and now he's in a place where he's not only allowed but embraced for who he is. hes weird and dramatic and thats why hes awesome. and he cares! so ! much! all the safety he puts in and how much he considers everyone in the troupe for his plans and ajajfkdjfklasjfkljdsakfjdsaklfjksaljfklsdjfklasdjkf he loves his friends so much he made an entire sekai inside sekai about it. and inside the sekai were mini wxs and they went to the moon (literally) beacuse of him and they wanted him to stay. not to be cast out. to stay. thats how he feels about his friends. accepted. amazing.

#im cutting this for length but if i have another thought i'll reblog this again #long post #ace answers an ask!

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arhvste · 4 years

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Hi! I saw your Dad hcs and istg I wanted more 🥺 can you please make a part two with Sakusa (God i love this man) Hinata, Bokuto and Ushijima (do add more if you want) your works are amazing but the Dad hcs got me 💘

i re-read all my work last night and i consciously kept spelling sakusa’s name wrong 🤠 like i know his name i know what it sounds like but i kept getting mixed up between sasuka, sakura and sasuke because they all look the same to me 😳 I'm sorry sakusa pls forgive me 😼

also i will be doing ushijima in a seperate post for dad hcs with two other haikyuu boys a bit later so dw i haven't accidentally missed or ignored it! :)

SAKUSA, HINATA AND BOKUTO AS DADS

SAKUSA

the two fo you only have one kid so far

a 3 year old girl

you plan to extend your family soon though 👀

you already KNOW this man gets your kid every vaccination available for their age

he is very protective over his daughter

boys near her daughter at the playground

NOT on his watch

he will simply scoop her up and suggest she play somewhere else

this man doesn't care how mean it may seem

he’s not having his precious daughter surrounded by disgusting b-boys 🤮

“have they had their flu jabs? when was the last time they washed their hands? they're breathing their gross little germs too close to her”

“sakusa, they’re 3.”

sorry but no dating for your daughter

sakusa teaches his little girl the concept of “boys have cooties” from a very young age

this man is nothing but proud when that concept sticks with her 😈

“d/n, are you excited for pre-school?”

“daddy said there's going to be boys and boys have cooties so no 😠”

as she gets older though he does become more lenient with her and who she makes friends with

he’ll secretly love it if you brought her to his games

he’s not huge on pda at all

but he won’t mind being caught on camera embracing the two of you when the team win

atsumu is not allowed near your daughter when she’s a baby

“omi omiiiii why can’t i ‘ave a look t’cha daughter?”

“because she has been vaccinated and i fear your disgusting germs may be strong enough to over power it”

when she gets older though she straight up approaches atsumu on her own

“so you’re the rat my daddy talks about a lot? you don’t look like much of a rat?”

atsumu doesn’t know whether he’s flattered that sakusa talks about him or offended that he refers to him as a ‘rat’

he won’t encourage your daughter to play volleyball

he wants her to pick her own hobbies and not feel pressured by his influence on picking an activity she’ll enjoy

secretly hopes your daughter takes up an individual activity like painting or something to keep away from other germ infected kids

but if your daughter does happen to pick a team sport he doesn't complain

she just has to wash her hands before she comes home and have a shower when she comes in

he is a very very proud father

he may not be very expressive about it

but he absolutely brags about his kid to other people

“my son won maths star of the week!”

“yeah? well my daughter won student of the year, highest achieving in her class and had 4 boys confess to her this week so”

he does make sure his daughter knows he is very proud of her despite his petty bragging

anything she does he takes pride in her

it’s her who makes him want to have another kid

so get ready for round two y/n because when sakusa wants something he’ll make sure he gets it 😼

HINATA

now, you may think hinata would be nothing but pure chaos with his kids

but

he is actually very responsible

it’s hardly a surprise though because he grew up with a younger sister whom he took care of a lot

from the second your triplet boys are born hinata is on it

at first when you found out you were having triplets your mind went blank

“so like, 3 little shoyou’s running around my legs? 😀”

“ma’am are you okay?”

“i’m finE :)))”

surprisingly two of your sons took more after you

but the youngest one

phew

he doesn't have an off switch

he’s just like his father

but that’s what makes him so loveable too

hinata is a doting dad

he also encourages his kids to go out and make as many friends

he explains all the opportunities he had growing up and how far these opportunities took him to reach is goal

and this is all because he was open to meeting new people and being friendly with them

he makes sure his kids grow up with lots of aunts and uncles surrounding them

he wants his sons to grow up in a close environment

your kids have so many aunts and uncles because hinata makes a new friend everywhere he goes ufshfi

your oldest son takes a liking to kenma the most

your second oldest takes a shine to uncle oikawa

and the youngest?

uncle kaegyama ofc 😈

lmao when kageyama holds one of your sons for the first time he holds it by the leg with a straight face

nobody thought they’d ever see hinata having to show kageyama how to hold a baby properly

kageyama is lowkey excited he’s the fav but he’s so awkward fjishsgjh

bring your sons to his games

he will absolutely smile and wave at his kids whenever he scores

and will pull them out excitedly into the arena when they win

he has you all plastered on his social media

he thinks everyone should know that you guys are the light of his life

he already had a fulfilled life before his sons but you gave him a whole new concept of love and excitement when they were born

you guys will totally take a vacation to brazil at some point

hinata wants your family to meet all his friends over in brazil too

hinata is mr worldwide 😎

with hinata as a dad, your kids will grow up in a very nurturing home

he wants the best for your kids and will teach them from an early age that any goal is possible

and he’ll support them in every single way he can

BOKUTO

hinata as a dad isn’t chaos

bokuto as a dad certainly is

he’s basically a child himself

you guys have 2 kids

a 5 year old son and a 6 year old daughter

bokuto will try and BEFRIEND your kids

“kou baby, they're your kids not your friends”

“uh says who?”

“biology??? their dna?? the birth certificate??”

he literally lets his kids do whatever they want forcing you to be the bad cop (im so sorry)

your kids want ice cream for dinner?

consider it done

they want to adopt a snake?

bokuto has excitedly taken them to the pet store to pick out one each

you’re always the one who has to say no because if you didn’t these kids would be off the r a i l s

the first time your kids cries he cries

the first time your kids talk he cries

the first time they walk he cries

he’s full of emotion and the love he holds for your kids is often expressed through tears of happiness

when you leave bokuto and the kids alone

things will go smoothly

until one of them starts crying and bokuto can’t stop them

then the other one starts crying and he is clueless on what to do

he doesn’t want to call you because he doesn’t want to look pathetic

so he calls the next best option

uncle akaashi 😼

akaashi is like a walking parent website hfdjbgu

he literally instructs bokuto on what to do through the phone

and if they still won't calm down akaashi will just sigh and agree to come over

you come home to the sight of akaashi reading a story book to your two kids who are staring up at him in awe from the floor

along with your husband

“am i interrupting?”

bokuto will break out into smiles and practically pounce on you when you come home

“everything was under control wasn’t it? right akaashi?” :D”

akaashi will just sigh and give a small smile

“yes bokuto-san, everything was under control”

you give akaashi a small smile of apology and he’ll often join you for dinner

yeah your kids spend a lot of time with uncle akaashi but you know who’s adamant on being the favourite uncle?

uncle kuroo ofc 😎

he will spoil tf out of your kids

we love rich, capitalist uncle kuroo

and he’ll tell them things about bokuto to irritate him

“kids, your dads a criminal he doesn't pay his taxes”

“taxes?”

“money everyone has to pay the government - basically it’s illegal and i think you should call the police on your dad 😈”

you actually have to stop your kids from calling the police on their dad fbhjdsfgu

again, another dad who wants nothing more than for his kids to come to his games

“HEY HEY HEY THAT”S MY FAMILY!!!”

no boundaries with pda

will pick you all up and shower you all with affection when they win

would love if your kids took up volleyball

would tell them it’s the best sport to play

and they actually listen to him hduigefuiew

your son becomes a middle blocker

and your daughter becomes an ace

bokuto could die from happiness

he will absolutely teach your kids and play and bring them to msby practices so they can watch up close and play along too

if bokuto is the father of your kids

good luck but have fun with it

because while yes, he is still your big baby that needs taking care of from time to time

he is also an extremely loving father who would gladly give his kids the world and all the stars

#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa hcs #sakusa x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa headcanons #hinata shouyou #hinata x reader #hinata x you #hinata hcs #hinata headcanons #bokuto koutaro #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #bokuto hcs #bokuto headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons

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Chrysanthemums [Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader]

summary: you’ve lived in america for the past 15 years of your life. then, everything changed with one letter.

content warnings: very light cursing. some angst (?)

a/n: omg hi!! officially my second request, im so excited to share!! i know it’s SUUUUPER long but bars with me? i’m so proud of it and i’d actually love to do a mini series w this so lmk what u all think! ty for the request @peneflop !

everyone in america knew about harry potter. even though voldemort was a criminal in another country, americans felt just as worried. when the news got out, everyone was all over you. ‘(y/n) potter! are you related to him?’ you didn’t know the answer. but it was most likely not, right?

you sat next to your best friends, wishing them a good morning. “want to go pick up the mail?” lena asked. you nodded. the three of you walked down the halls, giggling and gossiping. “what’re you doing for halloween, (y/n)?” gina asked. you shrugged. “dunno. probably nothing. why?” she let out a dramatic gasp. “you’ve gotta come to this party! please don’t miss it, it’s gonna be amazing!” you laughed at her and turned the corner, entering the mail room. “i’ll think about it.” she made a face and you all separated to open your mail boxes. you flipped through your letters- nothing special. then something caught your eye. a parchment envelope with a burgundy wax seal. “guys?” your two friends rushed over. “what?” the said in unison. with a shaky hand, you lifted up the letter. “holy.” “shit.”

it was settled. you were moving to london and going to hogwarts. you were not keen on the idea at all, but the albus dumbledore demanded you be there. no witch could just say no. right now you were at the station, watching as hundreds of witches and wizards staggered around. “why’d you have to go before halloween?” gina sighed. you pouted. “i’ll write to you both once a week. i’ll tell you everything.” “yeah, you better!” lena teased. then you were met with anna. anna was your care taker. she wasn’t related to you but she cared for you since you didn’t have any connections to your family. you were told that your parents died in a car crash and they were both only children, so you had no aunts or uncles. poor circumstances, but that was your life. “i’m gonna miss you.” you said it quickly, afraid you may cry if you spoke too slow. “i’ll miss you too.” she was already crying. “now go, everyones already on.” you hugged them and waved goodbye before boarding the train.

you didn’t know anyone here. you shuffled to the back of the train and tried not to make yourself stand out too much. you walked back as far as you could and found yourself in a dark section of the train with empty booths. you smiled and sat down, pulling out your book that you brought along. you were daydreaming of lena and gina when you heard footsteps. when you shifted your gaze to the doorway, you jaw almost dropped. a tall (yet skinny) pale boy stood there. he along with two beefy men didn’t pay any mind to you. you hoped they wouldn’t notice you, but you were the only one there, it was unlikely they wouldn’t. they actually all got situated and you thought you were in the clear- until someone else came in. “i saw the saint on the way in. almost puked.” a brunette girl in all black clothes joked. they all laughed. “how was everyone’s- oh?” she saw you. the three boys looked at you, eyebrows furrowed. “hello, i’ve never seen you.” she spoke softly and say in front of you. “yeah. i’m new, it’s nice to meet you.” you stuck out your hand for a handshake. “american? that’s cute. i’m pansy.” she took your hand and you smiled. “pansy, that’s a pretty name. like the flower?” she didn’t say anything. you cleared your throat awkwardly. “i’m (y/n).” she smiled as a response. “would you three stop being so rude? introduce yourselves!” she was referring to the three boys. the blonde one stood up first. “malfoy.” he said curtly. you gave him a friendly smile. he didn’t return it. “goyle. that’s crabbe. he doesn’t talk much.” crabbe gave you a smile that you gladly returned. “come sit with us.”

for the next hour or so you bonded with your three new friends. pansy did most of the talking, goyle occasionally dropping in. draco didn’t speak too much but you could tell he was listening. every time he did, however, your ears got hot and you felt warm. he was very cute, but you didn’t know him like that. “the trolly is passing. (y/n), if i gave you some galleons would you get us some snacks? anything is fine.” you nodded, but were mildly confused. what the fuck are galleons? “pansy, she’s american. she doesn’t know what galleons are.” draco said. “oh- that’s right. go with her then.” pansy suggested. you took the gold coins from pansy and stood, draco following you. “hello! anything from the trolly?” the kind old woman asked. you picked out the thinks that look the nicest, draco talking the coins from your hand and giving them to the woman. you ignored the race in your heart when his hand touched yours. “did you get that?” he asked. you nodded. “you don’t speak too much, do you.” it wasn’t really a question. as you were about to answer, you made eye contact with a boy with very round glasses. could it be harry? draco noticed this and ushered you forward. “don’t talk to him.” just wait till they found out about your last name...

the students piled into the great hall, which was huge and rather beautiful. gather headmaster, who you recognized as professor dumbledore rose and spoke a few words. then, he made eye contact with you. “let the sorting ceremony begin!” you shuffled in with all the first years feeling awkward. the upper class man gave you strange looks- they must’ve thought you were daft. finally, you heard your name. “(y/n) potter?” you heard gasps in every direction. you stepped forward and sat on the stool. then, you felt the hat on your head. your hands were sweating.“another potter, eh? same qualities as the first yes... but where to put you?” everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seats. the 7 minutes that had passed felt like 10 hours. then, you heard a small voice in your head. this voice wasn’t yours. “what’ll it be then? gryffinor or slytherin?’ you blinked. ‘just put me where you think i’ll exceed.’ you don’t know how, but you felt the sorting hat smirk. “SLYTHERIN!” the hat boomed. a mixture of gasps and cheers erupted. the witch who sorted you pointed to the direction of the house decorated in green and silver- you beamed when you saw pansy. you sat next to her and she embraced you into a hug. “bloody hell, you didn’t tell me you were a potter! you don’t remember anything from that night, do you?” draco didn’t say anything. “what do you mean?” you asked. now they all just looked at you weird. “do you actually not know what happened?” draco asked. you shook your head. “(y/n)...almost a decade ago, voldemort killed your parents. you and harry survived, you’re the only two that have ever lived after getting hit with the killing curse.” hearing all of this was almost too much to handle. so you did have a family? it wasn’t a car crash? your brother is the chosen one? “how? how did no one know?” pansy looked at you with pity. “you two were separated as infants. no one knew what you looked like. besides, for some reason you don’t have the scar like he does.” pansy said while moving your hair out of your face. scar? like the one on your chest? you didn’t mention it, but you wondered if that was what she meant. “we’ll treat you all the same. don’t you fret.” pansy smiled. “thank merlin she’s not a gryffindor though.” goyle commented. everyone laughed. “what’s wrong with the gryffindors?” draco eyed the table behind you. “they’re a bunch of snobs. think they’re so much better than everyone because they’ve got potter on their side, well guess what? now so do we.” you hummed and turned around. harry was gazing at you already.

that night you found a tie, a sweater, some slytherin robes and a little slytherin flag in your dorm. if harry was a gryffinor, shouldn’t you also be? you shook your head from the thought- you’re done second guessing yourself. to take your mind off it, you pulled out your stationary and began to write to your best friends back in america. boy did you have some things to share...

officially 3 weeeks till halloween. your friends were sending you letter about how excited they were, but you were bummed. you didn’t tell them that your parents died on halloween, you knew it would kill the fun for them. you smiled at the letter and the cute picture of them attached. you pinned it to the cork board- right next to the slytherin flag. you smiled to yourself and grabbed your school bag, existing the dorms and heading into the common rooms. your friends seemed to be waiting for you. “finally! i’m starved, let’s go.” pansy linked arms with you and led you out, hiding you to the great hall. the stares you used to revive everywhere faded. it was like you were always there. “what classes do you all have today?” you questioned, biting into your bagel. “astronomy, potions, transfiguration and defense. you?” draco asked. you and draco finally became formal friends. you owed it all to the many classes you shared together and pansy’s constant pestering. “the same. i just gave potions first.” everyone dove into conversation about their school schedule, followed by how much they hated it. you laughed every now and then but your mind was somewhere else. you had harry in a few classes today. you and him haven’t talked at hall, surprisingly. you were simply too intimidated to do so. “(y/n)!” goyle was calling you. “yeah?” “i said we better get going. if your first class is potions, you don’t want to be late.” you simply nodded and headed with your group to your classes. everyone broke off to their classes as you walked around the castle, but you noticed that draco stuck with you. “i thought you had astronomy?” you only asked once he was outside your classroom. “i do.” “then why are you here?” you never really noticed how much taller draco was than you. “i just wanted to make sure you got here safe. if that not what friends do?” you cocked a brow. “you never walk me to my classes. “bloody hell, im sorry i won’t do it again!” he said quickly. you chuckled. “that’s more like it.” at that, you entered class and he walked away. there was something about him...

“pay attention mrs.granger.” you felt like rolling your eyes at your professor. he was always finding a reason to kick on the gryffindors. however when snape saw nearly everyone was struggling, he huffed and raised his hands to gain the class’s attention. “alright. split into groups of two and finish the potion. do not pair with someone from your house.” everyone shuffled around- harry was looking at you. you acted first, picking up your books and moving to harry’s desk. “hi.” you said. “hello.” he responded. you two worked silently but used teamwork. you ready him instructions while he acted out. “wow, we’re doing way better than i thought we would’ve.” you gave him a curious look. “not that i didn’t think you’d do good, i meant-“ you cut him off by laughing. “you really are my brother aren’t you?” he went quiet. “about that.” you moved your head up to look at him. “i guess we should talk about it.” he nodded in agreement. snape approached your table. “since you two like to do a lot of chatting, we’ll test your potion. snape stuck a dropper in the potion and poured it onto a round item covered in warts. slowly but surely, the warts popped away. “perhaps you’re not as incompetent as i thought.” was all he said before leaving the cauldron and dismissing you both.

you and harry spent the rest of potions and a bit of lunch sitting outside, talking about life and everything you missed out on. “so when you were thirteen- you blew up our aunt?” harry laughed harder at the memory. “harry! there you are.” hermione and ron showed up behind him. “oh- hey guys. wanna sit?” hermione gave you an uncomfortable look. “i’d love to, but i need to speak to you alone harry.” just in cue, you heard your best friends voice. “(y/n)!” you turned around and saw pansy as well as draco. “it’s fine, i have to go anyway. see you later.” you hugged your brother and you both split off. “finally talked to him?” pansy questioned. “yeah. it felt good.” she smiled as a response and the three of you settled on hanging out near the lank for the remainder of lunch. you didn’t catch it, but draco smiled at your happiness.

one week till halloween. you were more upset than happy, but harry wasn’t too effected, but he’s known the truth for 4 years. you found out last month. since it was a weekend, the hogwarts students were roaming about, chatting about their plans for the big night. your friends apologized to you, explaining that they all had detention early morning with mcgonagall. well- all but one. draco walked up to you in the common room and sat beside you. over the past month you and draco became even closer than before. you found yourself having a lot of alone time with him, learning new things about the boy every time. the more you learned a the more interested you became, and before you knew it; you were slowly falling for draco malfoy.

“hey.” you chimed. “do you want to go for a walk?” he said after a minute of silence. you noticed he wasn’t making eye contact with you. you set down your book slowly. finally he looked at you, curious why you were taking so long to answer. “are you bloody deaf? i asked if you wanted to go for a walk.” you giggled while nodding. “yes-yes, i just love hearing how sassy you get. cmon.” you left first and you could hear draco mumbling something along the lines of ‘i’m not sassy...’ under his breath. you thought he was adorable.

the two of you ended up at the lake. it became a usual hangout spot for you and your friends. you did things like talk the day away, finish homework and especially practice magic here. there was a small patch of flowers in the grass- that’s how you identified your spot. as you and draco relaxed you flicked your wand, a flower now blooming in your hand. “..you love that spell.” he said, interrupting his last sentence. you looked at him, moving your body so that you were facing him. “guess i do.” you hummed softly, leaning forward to tuck the chrysanthemum behind his ear. he looked at you like you had three heads- was he not used to kind gestures? “that looks nice next to your hair.” you commented. his confused gaze stuck. you ignored it and continued swishing your wand, anxious that you may have done something wrong. just then, draco let out a sigh. “goddamnit.” he sounded defeated. “what’s wrong?” you asked. he finally looked at you normally, but this time he looked sad. “you. this is all your fault, you know that? i’m supposed to be this cold hearted, asshole type of guy. i wasn’t going to let myself get soft for some girl, especially an american.” you had no idea where he was going with this. the more he spoke, the more nervous you got. is he saying he doesn’t want to be friends? “but you’re so kind, and smart. you care so much about your friends and those you love. how could i not like you? and you being gorgeous is just a bonus...” you could not believe what you were hearing. was he admitting to having feelings for you? the silence scared him, so you spoke up. “are you saying what i think you’re saying?” he winced. “bloody hell, i’m saying i like you, you dimwit!” so you were right. “well..i like you too, draco?” he widened his eyes and tilted his head as if to say, ‘really?’ “yes, you dimwit.” you mocked. he chuckled and pulled out his wand. “hold out your hands and close your eyes.” you did as he asked, feeling something sprout in your palms. “open.” when you did, what appeared to be a flower crown (made up from chrysanthemums) rested in your hands. you gasped from joy, lifting it up so you could get a better look at it. “i love it.” you spoke. “(y/n)...would you ever consider being my girlfriend?” you felt time stop. draco really wanted you to be his girlfriend. “yes!” you said happily. he beamed back at you, looked at the flower-clad ground and smiling even brighter. “cool.” he chuckled. “cool.” you responded.

a few days later when you finally got the chance, you ran to your dorm to write to lena and gina. they were gonna flip! just as you planted the wax seal, you heard screaming coming from outside your door. there was pansy, bursting in and hugging you. “you’re dating draco?! oh my god!” she squealed. you laughed at the excitement. “yes! it’s amazing isn’t it?” you said. “yes! oh i’m so excited, my two best friends- dating!!!” pansy smiled greatly. “i’m going to the owlery, would you-“ “DRACO! take your girlfriend to the owlery!” you shook your head at pansy, bidding her goodbye and leaving with draco.

“who are you sending this to?” draco questioned as you attached the letter to the owls leg. “my friends back in america.” you stared as the owl flew away, farther and father, until it was out of sight. suddenly you felt a hand wrap around your waist- draco was looking at you with heart eyes. “what?” you laughed. “you’re just...really gorgeous.” you blushed hard. you didn’t even notice that you were staring at draco’s lips- and he was staring back. you both leaned in closer and one of his plate hands cupped your cheek. “can i kiss you?” he whispered so quietly you weren’t even sure you heard it. still, you nodded and he closed the gap. his lips were as soft as clouds, fitting like a missing puzzle piece with yours. you could’ve stayed like that forever; just you and him. but all good things must come to an end, right? “(y/n)?” the voice of your brother alarmed you, making you break away from draco. “potter.” draco spat. “get away from her!” harry ran to pull you away from him, standing in front of you as if draco was going to hurt you. “harry what are you doing?” you whined, moving him out of the way so now you were in between the boys. the way the two boys looked at each other- you knew there was some history you haven’t discovered. “protecting you? you don’t know what he could’ve brought you up here for!” draco looked at you; he was extremely annoyed. “harry, draco’s my boyfriend. i’m fine..” harry’s mouth hung open, eyes flickering from you to draco and back again. “potter, is there a problem?” draco asked in his usual sassy voice. “let’s see; you’re dating my sister, why would we have a problem malfoy?” shit.

harry stormed away out of rage. the walk back to the common rooms was silent. your head was too full to talk. you had just reconnected with harry, were you going to ruin it all just by being with draco? you really likes the blonde, but was he worth ruining your new founded family? “what are you thinking about?” he spoke finally. you snapped out of your gaze, shaking your head. “nothing.” “no, i know you’re thinking. you get all quiet when you think.” he knew you well, which made you feel a little better. “i think harry’s mad at me. i just met him and he already hates me.” draco cupped your cheeks, making you look at him. “listen to me- he does not hate you. you’re his sister, his only family. he couldn’t hate you.” you smiled in his hands. you told him you’d meet him back in the common room later. you had to find harry.

you walked around the castle for what felt like an hour, finally finding him in an empty classroom on the third floor. you entered silently. he was sitting on a desk with his back facing you. “hi.” you choked out. harry turned around and said nothing when he saw you. you took it upon yourself to sit next to him. “harry-“ “do you like him? like, actually like him?” you thought about it for a moment. you considered lying, maybe that’ll make him hate you less. but you knew he’d eventually find out and it’s only make things worse. “yeah. i do.” harry put his face in his hands. “not only are you a slytherin but you’re dating my sworn enemy.” he shook his head and laughed while saying it. “hey!” you said while playfully shoving him. the laughter died and you sat in sad silence again. “i don’t me being with draco to mess up our relationship.” harry but his lip in thought. “is there anything i could do to make it up to you?” you pleaded. an idea popped into your head. you pulled out your wand and swished it- a flower wreath following. “chrysanthemums?” harry asked, taking the wreath into his hands. you smiled. “yeah.” he put the wreath on his head as a joke, but it brushed some of his hair out of his forehead on the way. “i meant to ask you about the scar.” “what about it?” he said. you moves your shirt down, exposing the lightning bolt scar on your chest. “blimey.” he looked very shocked. “i don’t really know what this means.” you whispered. harry shook his head, implying he didn’t either. “are we alright then?” harry fidgeted with the wreath. it dawned upon him that no- he couldn’t stay mad at you. you’re the only family he has left. “i guess.”

over the next week you magras to patch things up with harry and draco well enough to celebrate halloween in peace. the feast was ravishing. you ate so many sweets that you couldn’t imagine having back in america. as per usual you sat with the slytherins- but something was telling you u that you should be with harry. so without a second though you turned to draco, “what do you think of eating with harry?” he almost spit out his pumpkin juice. “you brother hates me (y/n), you know that.” he knew you were going to get your way, but he was trying to convince you not to. your mind was made up. “he’ll have to deal with it.” let’s just say gryffindor wasn’t too fond of having slytherins at their table.

being draco’s girlfriend was a blessing. he showered you with gifts, affection, appreciation. you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. there was never a time where you doubted his feelings for you. now was one of them. you two were in his dorm, listening to the soft, low music coming from his record player. you were both just gazing at the ceiling while wrapped in each other’s arms. it’s not that you didn’t love lazy days with draco- you certainly did. you just really wanted to do something right now. “draco?” you finally said. “hmm?” you loved when he responded with a hum. you couldn’t explain why, but it made you go all fuzzy inside. “i wanna do something fun,” you flipped over so you were hovering above him now. he scrunched his brows. “like what?” you thought about it. what could two, 15 year olds do at one in the morning? “wanna sneak into the kitchens?” he burst out in laughter. you wanted to ask him what was so funny, but with a smile like that? you had to laugh with him. “alright- alright. let’s go.” so that’s how you two ended up there, pajamas and all. everything would’ve gone fine if draco would’ve just worn shoes. “bloody hell!” he screamed, dropping all the snacks. draco stubbed his toe on a nearby cart, and of course he had to be dramatic about it. “draco hush!-“ but it was too late. the lights turned on and the house elves caught you, immediately reporting to filch.

you never wished draco wasn’t such a diva more than right now. your saturday was being stolen by detention. even though you were with him, the detention was being watched by snape and you weren’t risking it again. you checked the clock; still two hours? god, you were gonna be here forever if something didn’t happen- “professor!” it was dolores umbridge, dressed in all pink, stumbling through the door. “yes, professor?” snape sneered. she straightened herself up and spoke in her high voice, “there are difficulties with some gryffindor student i could use some assistance with.” she said. “is there anyone else you can ask? i’m preoccupied at the moment..” she giggled. “yes, but i’m sure these students will listen to you.” umbridge looked at you and draco, obviously noticing the green color on your robes. “besides. i’m sure they’ve learned their lesson- haven’t you, children?” you both nodded frantically. “you’re dismissed.” you and draco shot up, not asking any questions and only daring to speak once they were both out of ear shot. “you’re an idiot, you know that?” you told him, playfully (but not really) shoving him to the side. he took your hand and put it in his, smirking to himself more than at you. “‘m your idiot.” rolled your eyes at the blonde. he really was.

before you knew it, the school year was passing by. you and harry were going to america along with some other friends to visit your home. ron was a nervous reck on the plane, not understanding why muggles put themselves through this torture. finally the four of you landed, slowly but surely making it through security and such. that’s when you spotted your two best friends- from miles away, at that. you ran towards them at full speed, almost toppling then over when you embraced them. “i missed you so much!” lena shouted. “i missed you too! god i have so many stories- oh! i need to introduce you to some people!” you face palmed, completely forgetting about your guests. “this-“ you grabbed harry’s arm and shoved him in front of you. “-is harry.” your friends gave you the exact same look; ‘is he..?’ you nodded. “erm- pleasure to meet you. i’m her brother.” both their eyes went wide, and they both hopped on him. “anna is going to go crazy! two potters- wow! she’s already had enough with toria let me tell you-“ “gina!” you scolded. she just laughed. “ah yes, this is ron, he hated me when i first met him.” ron threw his arms up. “you’re a slytherin, what’d you expect?” you hit him in the head as a response. you also ignored how lena ogled ron. then, you felt your boyfriends long arm snake around your waste and press a chaste kiss to your head. “it’s not as bad as i thought it’d be here.” he commented. “and this my dear friends; is draco. my boyfriend.” draco smiled kindly and held out his hand. they both shook it. harry rolled his eyes in annoyance. then you saw her. “anna!” you’ve done a lot of screaming today, you noticed. harry showed up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder. “who’s that?”

harry almost cried when he found out he had a guardian. he had told you about sirius, but he sadly passed away. it’s like he was getting a second chance. anna took you all home in her van (ron getting even more nervous now). right now, all of you sat in anna’s back yard. “did you learn anything cool over there? new spells?” gina inquired. you smirked, pulling out your wand and preforming the spell you’ve mastered this school year.

“chrysanthemums?”

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xxmiizcornerxx · 4 years

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Darker the Berry (POC! Reader x Aizawa)

A/N: Okay so heres the late story I’ve promised! Sorry for the delay, my internet has been booty buttcheek and my only source of comfort has been Mario Kart 8 deluxe and my Soundcloud listening history 😣 ANYWHO~ This story is on the issues(insecurities) of colorisim. And this is for my insecure baes out there that just needs some love🥰So enjoy! (And hopefully my internet doesnt give out once im done (┬┬﹏┬┬).....)

A/N: Oh! Another side note, this is in Aizawa’s POV for the most part!

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‘Oh for fucks sake. This is just embarrassing.’

Thought Aizawa Shota, aka Eraserhead, a somewhat well known hero. At least till another well known pro hero comes around. Anyways, it was late at night and Aizawa was at a small restaurant waiting for his date to come. But by the looks of it, he probably just got stood up. Recently he has been trying to “get back out there” to not only have his comrades off his back but also because he was becoming lonely. He wanted that emotional support from someone other than his students, family and friends. Someone he could come home to every night to ramble about absolutely nothing or about everything going on in his world. And sure he had his best friend and his cat to talk to, but its not the same. He wanted that somewhat perfect love he sees everywhere he turns.

With a tired sighed, he was getting ready to leave but all of a sudden he could hear an all too annoying familiar voice. Even without his quirk, Hizashi Yamada is the loudest man on God’s given green earth. “HEY SHOTA!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” He asked loudly making the people in the restaurant jump but Aizawa was accustomed to it.

“OOH! ARE YOU HAVING A DAT-?!” Aizawa instantly covered his mouth annoyed, “How about you shut up? Anyways yeah but I was just getting ready to-” he was cut off when a 5′8 dark skinned woman with the most beautiful set of dark eyes that was barely covered by the few dreadlocks that poked out of her high bun. She was dressed in light shades of grey and white that made her skin pop out. She was truly what they called a goddess among men. “I am so sorry I’m late! I got so busy with work, I lost track of the time and decided to come straight here.” the woman rambled not fully realizing that Aizawa was too busy silently thanking whatever deity that was here for not only sending Hizashi for stopping him from walking out that door but also blessing him with the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen.

“It’s alright. My colleague here just stopped me from leaving.” He stated in his usual monotoned voice removing his hand from his friend’s mouth and sending him a look that said ‘ If you say or do something to ruin this for me, I will personally rip your vocal cords out.’, thankfully Hizashi got the memo nodding in slight fear. “Indeed I have! And now that you’re here miss, I can get what I’ve came here for and leave. Have a goodnight you two!” he stated as quietly as he can possibly get and left. “Sorry about my loud, somewhat obnoxious colleague. Here let me get your coat.” Aizawa said gently taking the woman’s coat setting it on the back of her chair. “Oh its alright, I have also been ‘plagued’ of having a very, very loud best friend. But you learn to get used to it.” she joked a bit taking her seat which only left the hero himself to take a seat. “I see. Well I don’t think we’ve properly introduced ourselves. I am Aizawa Shota, an absolute pleasure to meet you.” He said with a tiny little smile. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Aizawa. I am Y/N L/N.” she returned the smile flashing her pearly whites a bit. And with that led the beginning of a great date. The night was filled with a few laughs, a few stories about their past as children and teenage years.

Soon the two were at a park, the air was brisk and cold. The moon, stars, and streetlights illuminating their path and a small light drizzle of snow softly falling from up above. It was like a seen from a Hallmark Christmas movie, just absolutely perfect. Aizawa and Y/N were getting along great and were sitting on a bench somewhat snuggled up against one another but not quite because personal space still exists. Currently the topic of conversation landed on insecurities. Aizawa admitted to Y/N about how he felt about his own unkept look and how it took a lot of faith for him to even go out tonight. “That’s reasonable.” said Y/N, “But just in my own opinion, that unkept look is your own. Not many people can pull it off and still look as handsome.” she chuckled giving him a soft nudge of her elbow to the barely blushing man. “Well what about you? What are your insecurities?” Aizawa was genuinely curious about what she could possibly be insecure about. She was practically perfect in all aspects; has a good sense of humor, an amazing sense of style, very well educated, has more confidence than anyone he knows, and to top it all off, just carries herself respectably.

Y/N bit her thumb a bit nervous, for what she was about to reveal is going to be silly or at least that's what she thought. “Well. The thing I am most insecure about is my....complexion. As you can clearly tell I am not in anyway light skinned or even milk chocolate. And I know it is silly to be insecure about but from where I come from looking like me is a target in more aspects than one. To some being dark skinned has even been turned into a personality trait.” Without even noticing, Y/N ended on an entire rant about how her skin was and still is a target for ‘dark as night’ jokes or the ‘loud mouth, ratchet, Hot Cheetos’ girl. How people within her own community would just assume that she (and many others) fought or was angry all the time or lived in a really bad area where there was a lot of sun. Or the worst of things, that if she was a slave back then she’d be in the cotton fields. Every time she was told that or something similar, Y/N’s self-esteem would just crumble entirely. It made her feel unwanted, unloved, unnoticed, and just down right ugly. By the end of her little rant, she found herself trying hard not to cry in front of Aizawa. She didn’t really intend to just lay it all out there on the table for him, but maybe it was for the best. If they were going to continue dating then it was best for her to lay out all of the cards on the table and show him what he’s getting into.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to make everything so gloomy with my little insecurity reveal.” she said giving an awkward smile to the now stunned man. He personally didn’t understand how anyone could be cruel to their own people, let alone for how they looked. It was foolish and childish to say the least. But he was more than proud of Y/N for being able to overcome it all. “Well I’ll be honest here. I won’t pretend that I have any form of resemblance of what you must’ve gone through over the years simply because of your skin color, but I will tell you now. Your skin is beautiful and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I am willing to learn about the struggles you face and if fate allows it I’d love to be by your side as I do.” He said in a serious tone, gazing into her eyes and gently taking one of her hands bringing it to her lips planting a soft kiss upon her knuckles. “All those people in the past or in the now that has anything to say about your skin in a negative light are simple minded nincompoops' that have yet to be enlightened. After all, don’t they know?” he asked tucking a dread behind her pierced ear. “Know what exactly?” she asked with the most brightest smile that night. “Don’t they know that the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice?” That alone made Y/N laugh but Aizawa was being serious. “Boy, don’t do that. Plus how would you know?” she asked as her accent came out a little. “Well I don’t. But why don’t we find out?~” he asked teasingly leaning into her ear.

Needless to say.....

Best.

First Date.

Ever.

#aizawa x reader #bnha x poc!reader #poc representation #bhna x reader

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cranehusbands · 4 years

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glory, to olympus

loba andrade/crypto | park tae joon; established relationship; hurt/comfort; post broken ghost; apex rarepair week; 1883 words

a/n: first thought is why the fuck did ao3 butcher crypto’s name so bad.. that’s not how his name is said. taejoon is one word. crypto im so sorry

secondly, this has been my agenda this whole time. welcome to cryptloba hell, population me. i absolutely adore these two with all my heart, i was so excited for finally write for them, and will be doing so later this week, as it’s apex rarepair week! the prompt i went for for this one was meet the parents and well... you get the idea. angst time baby

@apex-rarepairweek thank you for hosting this wonderful week!

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Preview: The thief’s mouth hung open in her rambles, before she looked up to Crypto, still standing in the rain with his hands in his pockets, hair flat against his face. The shadow over her eyes fell now, mascara running down her cheeks as she wiped the nose with the back of her hand in an uncharacteristically sloppy way. “...Am I doing them wrong, Park? Have I done bad by them?”

The gentle sound of the radio was enough to not make the room sound so deafening in its silence, raindrops hitting the window like tears from the clouds, as if knowing the day to the date, and mourning on her behalf. The song was a lighthearted one, one about running away to the big city - an older one, from more than many years ago, somehow still prevalent on the radio stations that she tended to be drawn towards. Was it because this music was a comfort to her? Her father always cared a lot for songs like those, and he would whisk herself and her mother around the living room while some lovelorn fool sang about a Caroline or an Eileen.

Loba was gentle in the way she did her makeup, having mastered her technique in the past few years - her philosophy had always been to not get caught, but if she were to be, she had to look her best. She closed one eye, gently placing a synthetic eyelash over the smokey eye makeup she’d carefully painted on already, pulling away and staring at herself in the vanity mirror in her room, and hand running through one of the shorter braids, the ends of her hair no longer stark red and now simply a subdued blonde. Her eyes fell on a small polaroid in the corner of the vanity, moving to run two fingers of the faces of the two adults - a suited man and a smiling woman - staring at the young child with a wide smile and a small tooth gap. The thief smiled a little, at the way the girl was so oblivious to her future, her happiness at that moment forever caught, to be cherished and longed for. She stared for a moment or two more, hand pulling away to catch a glance of the two parents by the girl’s shoulders, just as happy as she, before she stood to her feet, grabbing the leather-gloved form the edge of the desk before she opened the door, and began heading out of the dropship, passing by the kitchen and listening to the clicking of her boots against the floor-

“You’re awake early.”

She jumped at the sudden voice, shooting a glare over to the table in the dropship’s kitchen, where a pair of eyes stared back at her from over the back of a laptop. “For god's sake, Crypto, make yourself known. Don’t scare me like that.”

“Sorry.” He almost looked sheepish for a moment, pulling down his laptop screen so she could see his face, the clear bags under his eyes from behind his glasses and the weak smile he gave. “You’re looking very… monotone.”

Loba hummed, doing a little half-hearted spin. “I have places to be. Quite in demand, don’t you know?”

“Hm. Visiting death, are we?”

“I guess you could say that.”

He frowned at her for a moment, brow furrowing before he closed the lid of his laptop and stood to his feet.

“What are you doing?”

“Grabbing my coat.”

“What- no, you’re not coming with me.”

He didn’t respond, shoving his hands into his pockets as he made his way back to his room.

“Crypto!” The thief called out to him, but again he didn’t respond, not even so much with a turn. And though she gave an exasperated sigh and folded her arms across her chest, she didn’t try to leave him behind in this momentary blindspot. Deep down, she was almost glad for the company. Especially his.

The hacker soon returned, now donning a fuzzy black coat, somewhat more professional and warmer than his normal attire, though still jarring to see him in something that wasn’t white or green… though, hints of his usual accent still came through, in the formal shirt and tie he still wore underneath. Hands were shoved into his pockets, clearly fiddling with the cube he always carried with him, more for comfort than out of function. Crypto shot her a small nod as she turned to look at him, quickening his pace a little to join her at her side. “So-”

Before he could finish, he was cut off as she ran a hand down his chest, feeling the soft material of his coat under her fingertips with a soft expression. It wasn’t often they shared moments like this - the two were discrete about their relationship, especially since their mission had led to both… complications and rifts in the group, but also new bonds being formed, including their own. Interactions between the two were kept strictly professional when eyes were on them… but now Loba fixed his coat collar, a sad smile on her face, perhaps getting a bit closer than what she would have normally. But it was the early morning, and the open kitchen was silent. It was just them. What did they have to hide?

Crypto’s smile was weak, and embarrassed, perhaps still not used to the shift between professionalism and PDA. His voice cracked a little as he continued with his train of thought. “S-so, where are we going?”

Loba pulled her hands away from him, tucking her arm into his with a solemn nod, as if to hype herself up. “The closest thing I remember being a home to me. ...To Olympus.”

The ride was quiet, but they both were tense. Loba knew that Crypto never liked crowds, not much - it was bad enough that a handful of the legends knew who he really was, but being so visible was a threat, even if these people had never heard of Taejoon Park before. She reached a hand over to him without looking to make it obvious, feeling for his hand to hold onto for comfort, as she knew the way his eyes fell on her and his face softened in a way that only she knew. The thief gave him a glance, and a small smile, running a thumb over the back of his knuckles, to comfort him, but also perhaps to comfort herself, as through the window the overview of the city so foggy in her memories became clearer. It was so different, and yet... not at all. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but it kept coming back, enough to make it hard for her to breathe as they left the landing zone and headed down a familiar road, being dropped off at the front of an extravagant building, where pedestrians entered through lavish double doors. She exited the taxi they had shared, a hand holding onto the door for a moment before she quietly shut it.

“Damn rain,” she grumbled, though it was certainly half-hearted, pulling out her cane and extending it to lean against it, in the way she usually did, her other hand over her eyes to avoid damage to her makeup.

Behind her, the taxi started up again, driving away as the hacker now joined her at her side, hands in his pockets. He hummed.

“What?”

“You haven’t told me everything about yourself. If I knew any better, I would make a joke that this was your second home… the gaudiness is fitting. But…” He looked over to her, and the way she stared back at him.

Loba swallowed. “Yes, well I… the loss of my family to that… demon… meant I have lost my home, my heritage. I have no grave to return my good wishes to, so I…” With her cane, she gestured towards the building in front of them - to the restaurant where all but one little girl had lost her life over twenty years before.

There was a long, drawn-out silence, the only sound being the sound of rain that his the pavement leading up to the glowing restaurant doors.

“I feel my papa would have liked you.”

“Hm?” He glanced down to her, how the rain fell down the sides of her face and how the gloomy sunlight cast a dark shadow over her eyes.

“He would have liked you. From… what I remember, anyway. He was a kind man, a family man. ...Yes, he would have liked you.” Her voice quivered as she repeated herself.

“...Loba, I-”

“-And mama would have too. Oh, the things she would say, I can almost hear them, in a distant sort of way. ‘Mi yerno es un ángel.’, I think is the phrase she’d say… I-I’m sure she would call us married already, she was a housewife type despite her… her profession-”

“Loba.”

The thief’s mouth hung open in her rambles, before she looked up to Crypto, still standing in the rain with his hands in his pockets, hair flat against his face. The shadow over her eyes fell now, mascara running down her cheeks as she wiped the nose with the back of her hand in an uncharacteristically sloppy way. “...Am I doing them wrong, Park? Have I done bad by them?”

He didn’t know what to say. He’d never had this issue before, not for himself - what was done with him was done, and he had no one to mourn… no parents, and no sister. He quickly swallowed before he could ride down that thought path. Reaching a hand out of his pocket, he took hers and gently squeezed. “You… are an amazing woman. They know that, surely, from where they reside. Regardless of what you have done, or will do, you are still theirs. Be proud.”

That’s when her face, that had tried so hard to remain like stone despite her tears, wrinkled, and her grip on his hand grew tighter with a squeeze, before she burst into sobs and practically threw herself onto him, burying her face into his shoulder, as if to hide her dignity, her hands moving to claw onto his back and hold it as if he would leave her at a moments notice.

He didn’t move, unsure if she would shatter in his arms like fragile glasswork, so perfect and delicate as she shook in the cold and the pressure of containing herself, but soon Crypto held her back, and brought her close, the warmth still foreign to him, even after all the times that had done this behind closed doors. No… it was never like this. Loba was strong, she held her cards close to her chest, and only let herself be vulnerable when she knew she had nothing to lose - and to her, she still had everything to lose. Losing her legacy, her revenge on the simulacrum that took her life away from her. The hacker held her close, holding the back of her head with a hand, quietly shushing her muffled sobs as he ran a hand through her hair, now knotted and wavy with the rain.

“Te amo,” she whispered into his neck, before pulling away and looking up to him, smiling despite herself as she wiped her eye, now red, though not like her usual makeup attire, with the back of her finger, smiling despite herself as she moved a hand to brush at his shoulder. “Sorry about the makeup all over your coat.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, moving to cup her face with one hand and brush his thumb under her other eye, still wet from tears. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. You will be fine. Saranghae.”

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havethetimeofyourstyles · 5 years

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Keep It Sweet In Your Memory

8.1k words and im very proud of this one :’)

He was intrigued with you from the start.

Ever since the day he met you, he knew you were someone special. He had the tendency to follow his gut, and his gut was to keep you in his life. And he would like to follow through with that gut decision.

You were in a simple white top and jean outfit, knowing that it was more of a casual party than a go all out, impress your friends type of thing. Your hair was beautiful as it flowed every time someone opened the front door as the wind gushed through the house and met with you. You had this sense of enthusiasm as he noticed you and walked towards you. He noticed you get excited a lot, and he needed that in his life. Excitement.

When he approached you to introduce himself, he had already caught your eye as he was walking towards you. He had this sense of aura to him that you wanted to be in his presence and you just wanted to talk to him for hours.

To which you did.

Harry followed you as you led the way towards the rooftop of the house that overlooked the skyline of New York. It was a rather chilly night as you and Harry bundled up in soft blankets and sat on pool chairs, looking up at the starlight.

You and Harry talked for hours on end until the sun came up and started to rise, and when the stars started to become less visible.

You learned a lot about Harry as did he. As you sipped on your wine, he told you about his breakup (something he wouldn’t just tell strangers about, but considering he’s a bit tipsy, it was bound to happen) and how he’s been struggling to tell the story.

“How long ago was the breakup?” You asked curiously.

“About a year ago.” You only nod and he has this look on his face, telling you that he wants to say more, and you stay silent, waiting for him to gather his thoughts. “It was hard, y’know? I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced this or—maybe you have, but it was hard splitting up. We weren’t talking much, and I was always away. And then when I was home, I noticed that she seemed… happier? We were always arguing on the phone, so I thought that there was no way she would be happy to see me. And for weeks I just observed her and she stayed the same: happy. I was selfish so I hated it. I hated seeing her so happy when things weren’t right between us. I know it sounds horrible, but do you get what I mean? We get petty when things don’t go our way.” You nod, thinking hard of the right things to say.

“I feel like… you have all these pent-up emotions that are just waiting to be released, so you need to let them out and put it in your songs, or else they’re gonna stay inside your mind and that’ll make you go crazy. But once you’ve written it down, it’ll feel so much better, and once you’ve released the album, it’s like you’re letting go of the anger and frustration, and that’s when you know it’s time to move on. You’re letting go of her.” He nods, taking in your words. “So tell me… how’s the writing process going?”

“It’s… going.” Harry sighed, remembering that he actually has responsibilities to do after this.

“Take it it’s not going that well?” He nods. You take a sip from your drink and he sees you thinking hard.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asks curiously.

“What are you really struggling on?” You genuinely wonder. You’re not sarcastically asking, you really want to help him.

“It’s just that—you see, my first album was great, I loved it. Of course I do—I had to. But I can definitely see where I was holding back. I mean, it was my first album as a solo artist, I was bound to hold back. So on my new album, I just want to say what I want without having to be too forward. Do you get what I mean? Like I feel like I can’t say many things without thinking about how the fans or everyone around me will react to the words.” You nod, thinking about your words carefully; not wanting to give a songwriter advice that would possibly hurt them in the long run.

“You say you want to write what you want?” Harry nods. “Then do it!” You say enthusiastically.

“It’s not as easy as you think, love.” He chuckles.

“What do you really want to write about? Your breakup, right? Then do it. Tell your story. Write about what you want to write about. Don’t worry about everyone around you, that’s just gonna push you back even more if you think about it. So write it. The love, heartbreak, the sex.” Harry stiffens and clears his throat. “Ahh, it’s the sex, isn’t it? That’s what you’re afraid of?” You smirk as you feel accomplished like you’ve cracked the code.

“I wouldn’t say afraid of in general, just don’t know a way around my words when it comes to it. On my first album, the most vulgar I got was talking about wanking all by myself.” He laughs and you find that amusing.

“You’re a songwriter—a damn good one too. Talk about sex in the way you want to. I know you can do it beautifully too. Try not to overthink it too much; have fun with it.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He accepts.

“I know I’m right! And besides, sex is everything. It can be anything you want. It deserves to be written, especially in songs because it’s beautiful. Sex is a melody. Now write the melody.”

Sex is a melody.

That four word phrase has been stuck to him ever since. That morning he went back home and wrote until the sun was fully up and it was noon. He wrote about the melodies he feels through his body, how it makes him feel, how much he wants it, how he daydreams about it, and how melodies have been the only way of opening up.

It was like the final pieces to his project. The perfect pieces that fit perfectly together and he finally feels accomplished with it. Who knew a talk with a woman he met only hours before would inspire him to conquer forward and tell him to write what he wants.

Harry wanted to thank you for pushing him and encouraging him to simply write whatever it is that he wants. He was so intrigued by how confident and encouraging you are. You just owned confidence, and he wanted to know more than a night out on a rooftop.

He knew you had mutual friends, so it was inevitable that he would see you again. He just had to go to every party, gathering, and hangout he was ever invited to.

After a few disappointments of not seeing you, Harry would stick out this dinner with his friends and finally ask about you. The least they can do is say how you’re doing or maybe—just maybe, give him your number. But either one is appreciated.

Harry sat as he talked to his friends, eating bread, and sipping on wine, to which he almost choked on because he saw you walking towards the table.

“Hi, everyone. Sorry I’m late.”

“Oh no worries! We haven’t ordered yet.” You take a seat at the end of the table, which is directly across from Harry as he’s on the other end. You give him a closed mouth smile, trying to contain your excitement from seeing him, and Harry covers his mouth from bursting out of squeals because he feels so relieved that he’s finally seeing you again.

The dinner went by slower as you and Harry steal and catch glances at one another. You’ve had to quickly turn away because of how much you blushed and how flustered you got.

The whole table went on and talked about work, vacation spots, and how the group should take a holiday within the next month. And luckily, the night was coming to an end as the group stood outside the restaurant, hugging and bidding each other goodbye as some headed to the bar.

You and Harry finally stood in front of each other, smiling at one another before the three who were going to the bar called out for you. You turn around and see them standing from a distance.

“Hey! You coming?”

“Uh, no, no. I’m headed home, got work in the morning.” They nod.

“Harry?”

“Maybe next time, I’ll take her home.” They say their goodbyes one more time before turning back around and walking their own way. You turn to look at Harry again to find him already looking and smiling at you.

“Hey, you.”

“Hi, you.”

“Shall I take you home?” He stands right next to you, putting his arm out for you to take, and you giggle.

“You shall.” You reply, looping your arm under his as you both walked to his car.

“How are you, love?”

“I’m good, just been working. How are you? Did you finish your songs?”

“I have, I have. I just wanted to say thank you, by the way.” You look up at him. “After I spoke with you on the rooftop, I realized you were right—sex is something that should be written.” He repeats what you said that night. “So I went home and finished the final pieces, and they’re done.” You gasp out of excitement.

“Harry! That’s so great, I’m so happy for you.” You hug his arm as a way of congratulating him. His car comes into view, and he opens the passenger door for you, which you thank him and slide in. Harry comes around, catching your gaze and smiling, and gets in himself.

“Now I just gotta get in the studio, record, put the instrumental piece together, and then it’ll be all finished to put out.”

“That’s amazing. It’s gonna be wicked, I just know it!” Your smile hasn’t gone down, and he thinks it’s the most beautiful smile ever. He shyly says ‘thank you’ and opens the music app on his phone.

“Do the honors and pick a song?” He hands you his phone that is connected to the Bluetooth of his car. You grab his phone, immediately putting it to the first song you thought of, and one of the “songs of your life.”

The song starts as it begins with shimmers and chimes. Harry smiles as he recognizes the song and looks over at you. You’re already swaying your body in the small seat. You catch his stare and smile at him as the first verse starts and you start singing to him.

“...You know I’m proud and I can't get the words out.” Harry admires you at the stop light and he thinks

“Tango in the Night, huh?”

You nod and sing out, “Ohhh.”

“I want to be with you everywhere.” You wink at Harry as you move your shoulders up and down. He blushes, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

“Ohhh.” Harry finally joins in and your smile grows ten times bigger.

“I want to be with you everywhere.” You both sing together as it seems like you’re driving along a highway in the middle of the night with the sunroof open, and the moon shining through, the light hitting your faces in the most magical way. It always felt like that with him: adventurous, excitement, careless. Although only meeting once, his presence seemed to make you feel loved.

The song came to an end as you played it twice more, and Harry had pulled up to the curb in front of your house. Your smiles have come to a disappointing and sad one as you realize the night was coming to an end. You turn your head towards Harry to already find him looking at you. You both just admire each other, not wanting to waste a minute looking at anything else. And you realized that you didn’t want the night to end; that you wanted to spend more time with him.

“Do you want to come in?” You ask, hoping that he feels the same way in wanting to hangout more.

“I’d love to.” He smiles and you’re both out of the car.

Your place is a small home with two bedrooms and two bathrooms, a living space and kitchen, and a small backyard. The house has a Spanish vibe to it and he applauds you for how well decorated it is.

“It’s small, but make yourself at home.”

“It’s very homey and cozy. Love the decorations and furniture.” He compliments.

“Thank you. One of my cousins owns a furniture store and saved me some of their best pieces.” Harry nods. “Anyways, would you like anything to drink?”

“Uh, whatever you’re having is fine.” He says as he sits down on the couch, which is very comfortable and soft.

“Tea it is then..” You smile and walk to the kitchen, putting water into your boiler, which thankfully only takes about a minute or two to heat up. You walked back to the living space and placed the two mugs on the coffee table in front of the couch. Harry smiles and mutters a ‘thanks.’

“So tell me.” Harry’s eyebrows raise and you lean back on the couch, facing him. “How long did it take you to write those missing pieces to the song after you spoke to me?”

“Hmm, a few hours actually. I didn’t sleep until I finished them and they were all complete, but talking to you really did help.” You smile.

“And do you feel better about the whole breakup? Any lighter?”

“Definitely. I mean I’m over her, but every breakup isn’t easy. So it was hard to put my words together at first, but when I got it and wrote them down, it felt like such a relief because it felt like I was never going to finish it.”

“Well, I’m glad. You should be proud.” Harry smiles and just takes a second to admire you as you blow into the hot water of your tea and take a sip.

“So, now you tell me.” It’s your turn to raise your eyebrows and you set your mug down to turn your full attention to him. “Since you know so much about my love life, tell me all about yours.” Harry subtly asks as a way to know if you’re seeing anyone or even remotely interested in seeing anyone right now.

“I actually got out of a relationship almost a year ago and that went to shit quick.” You chuckle.

“How so?”

“We dated for about a year and then he just decided to call it quits. For what reason? I don’t know till this day, but it broke me. That was my first ever real relationship with someone that I truly loved, after messing around with other people. I didn’t know what I did wrong. I didn’t know if I was good enough or if I had said anything prior to him telling me that he wanted to break up. I don’t know—it was kinda sad. I was a mess for weeks until my best friend slapped some sense into me and told me that I didn’t do anything wrong. But that’s pretty much it. I don’t plan on dating or pursuing someone anytime soon.” Harry’s heart drops as he feels like his chances have gone down with it too.

“Sometimes I think that I want a relationship, but that’s just me being all soft and putty after seeing a couple walking down the street, living their life, and having someone to love, but I think—I know I just need affection right now. I need the physical aspect when it comes to a relationship—I miss it. Do you get what I mean?”

“So…you miss the sex-”

“I miss the sex!” You confirm and look up as if you’re begging for some physical contact. “I loved every part of it. Not only was it for pleasure, but it was a way to bond with your partner. The science, the way it’s performed, and what can come out of it, pun intended, is something so beautiful.” Harry doesn’t say anything and you feel as if you’re coming on a bit too strong. But he feels his heart flutter as he listens to you talk. “Sorry, too forward?” You asked hesitantly.

The exact opposite. Harry has never wanted to kiss someone the way he wants to kiss you right about now. He thinks your openness and confidence is entirely sexy.

“N-No! Not at all. Was just thinking about you.” You blush.

“Oh? And what about me?” You shift closer to where he’s sitting, and Harry suddenly starts to feel nervous.

“J-Just… you’re beautiful.” He says honestly.

“Thank you. You’re beautiful too.” You say as you take a quick glance at his lips and back up at his eyes.

“And… you’re really kind.” His eyes are glued to your lips and there’s no way he’s able to take them off.

“Yeah?” Harry nods. “You’re sweet.” You place your hand on his leg and Harry does the same.

“And… I really wanna kiss you.” His eyes managed to take them off of your lips and meet with your eyes as a way to see if it’s okay to kiss you.

“Then do it.” Harry wastes no time and pulls you in for a kiss. His hands find your face and he holds you in place as your mouth opens and he slips his tongue right in. Your arms wrap around his back, pulling him in. Harry turns and you somehow made your way on top of him and straddle him. Harry lifts the bottom of your shirt slightly and places his hands on the skin of your lower back.

“Wait, wait, wait.” You say as you pull back. You take a second to look at Harry and notice how red and swollen his lips are from your make out session. “Let’s go to the bedroom if you want?” Harry smirks and nods. You get up off of and lead him to your bedroom, and you’re back at it again with his lips.

That night was the first time, since your ex, that you’ve had sex. It’s been about a year and it was everything you wanted. Rushing to take off your clothes and his, the heated kisses, touches that will be there the next day, everything. Harry made you feel so good and vice versa.

And it went on for two months.

A few days after that night, you and Harry decided to hangout again, which led to wandering hands and lingering kisses that needed to be finished. It’s like you had a routine: wake up, eat, work, go to Harry’s or he goes over, fuck, cook or go out to eat, come back and chill out, fuck, and sleep.

Call it friends with benefits, but you didn’t see him as just some casual fling, he was a friend that you thoroughly enjoyed talking to. After your little adventure with each other’s bodies, you two would lie awake and talk about everything and anything. It didn’t seem like you two had run out of things to talk about, and you enjoyed it.

You both were comfortable in each other’s homes like you live there; getting each other some groceries or food or stuff you both think that would look good in the space that needed some love. It was a routine for Harry to buy you bananas every week because you eat one everyday and you always forget to buy some after they’re all gone. And it was a routine for you to buy some sunflowers every week to put in a vase and place it on his kitchen counter to lighten up the big room with some pretty flowers. It was the thing you both did for each other.

But it has been two days since you left to go to your apartment. You told Harry that you needed some time for yourself and he agreed as he needed his own space, so luckily you both were on the same page mentally. As fun as it is to have sleepovers and have sex, you and Harry weren’t so used to spending time with an individual person every single day, so the space is much needed.

But that didn’t stop you two from talking and texting, and since it’s only been two days, he’s surprised to see the message with your name on his phone.

Hey, can I come over?

Miss me already?

Harry smirked and pressed send. He would be lying if he told you that he didn’t miss you either.

I just need to see you.

Okay, come on over.

Harry quickly went to the restroom and brushed his teeth and then went to the kitchen to drink some water.

He quickly put his laundry away and anything else that was laying around to a place somewhere more hidden. And he’s running around his house out of breath because you only live 10 minutes away.

He takes a look around and checks if everything is put away when he hears a knock on the door. He walks over and pulls the door open, and with a big smile on his face, it quickly diminishes as he sees you with tears in your eyes, standing on his front door step like a lost puppy.

“Baby, what happened?” He pulls you in for a hug and you sob into his chest as you both stand outside. Harry caresses your hair and lets out strings of ‘shh’ to soothe you.

“I’m sorry. I just needed to see you, and I bought new sunflowers.” Harry smiles because in your state of distress, you didn’t forget the flowers.

“Hey, nothing to be sorry for. Let’s sit down, yeah?” He looks down at you and you nod. He takes the flowers from your hand, and you and Harry walk over to the couch with his hand never leaving yours, and even when you sit down, he never lets go. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

“Just a really bad day at work.” You hiccup. “I got told off by a customer, and when I let it go and didn’t argue with her, she kept pushing it and insulting me. Telling me I’m not good enough to work in general. I just don’t understand.” You start sobbing again and you feel Harry’s arm wrapping your shoulders to pull you into his chest.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. You don’t deserve that at all.” He bends down to place a kiss on your forehead and you look up at him, and look around and back at him again.

“Were you expecting someone?” Harry looks at you confused.

“Yeah, you.” He chuckles.

“No, I meant someone else.”

“No?”

“Are you lying?”

“No—why would I lie to you? Why are you asking?”

“Because your place is like… super clean, and you smell like you just brushed your teeth, meaning that you were trying to impress them and get laid.” And Harry thinks it’s absolutely crazy how much you know him because he did that with you the first few times you slept over.

“What-”

“Am I right?”

“No, you’re entirely wrong! I tidied up because of you because I thought we were gonna fuck.” You start laughing. Harry sounds full offended that you would think he would see someone else when he’s having sex with you, and only you.

“H, you didn’t have to do that for me. I’ve already seen your mess and smelled your morning breath. I genuinely thought you were expecting a guest.”

“Nope. Don’t want to see anyone else.” He confesses rather softly without thinking twice, but you still hear him. Harry mentally tells himself off and looks at you for your reaction. You’re looking at him at what seems like a lust kind of look or a confused look, and Harry doesn’t know what to do at this point.

“Well, I should get going. Thanks for comforting me.” You stand up from the couch and grab your bag. Harry is shocked to see you go so quick, so he grabs your arm as he’s still sitting on the couch.

“Of course, but why don’t you stay?” You look down at him, and he’s looking up at you with his pretty green eyes that are begging you to stay.

“I… don’t know.”

“C’mon, please? We don’t have to have sex.” You chuckle, knowing full well that you both can’t keep your hands off each other. Harry stands up and rubs your arm in a way to seduce you to spend the night.

“What about the space we were supposed to give each other?” You raise your eyebrows.

“If we do have sex, we both know we can’t get enough of each other. So what’s the harm in that? And before you say anything, you can always wear my clothes, and I always have a spare toothbrush.” Harry smirks.

“The harm is that I need my space.” You roll your eyes as he pulls you in closer and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“One night and I’ll set you free for the week.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You push him against the bed and crawl on top of him, Harry lets out a moan at the feeling of your body on top of his. You roam your hands down his chest and his arms, slightly using your nails.

After agreeing you would stay, you both ate some leftovers he had and watched a movie--or half of the movie as you two couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

“Two days too long.” You say into the kiss and tug on his hair.

“Hey, hey, wait a second.” Harry says as he pulls away from the heated and rushed kiss.

“What?” You try to go back in, but he pulls back, and you pout. He can’t stand seeing you pout so he pecks your lips quickly.

“Let’s talk for a bit.” You give him a look that says ‘are you serious right now?’ Your arms wrap around his neck and give him an ‘okay’ and Harry smiles, pulling your arm gently to sit down next to him.

“What do you want to talk about?” You both sit at the edge of the bed, facing each other.

“I just wanted to ask…” he trailed off, and you urged him to continue. “What exactly are we? Like what is this that we’re doing?”

“Having sex?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“We’re having sex.”

“Like just sex?”

“Just sex—w-why are you even asking?”

“It’s just that…” he pauses again, trying to think his words over. He knows that you don’t want to be in a relationship as of now, but he can’t help but feel his heart drop a little at the thought because of the strong feeling he has for you. Call it infatuation if you will, but by talking to you so much and getting to know you, he can tell the difference between his real feelings and infatuation.

“Harry.” You cut him off from his thoughts. “Let’s just have fun, yeah? Lets stop overthinking things.” Your hand rubs his arm.

“I-yeah, okay.”

“Remember when we first met and we talked for hours on the rooftop?” He nods. “Well, sex is everything. It’s for anything. Sex is huge thing for musicians, like yourself, to explore and to write about it in a different way while coming up with different concepts and sounds.” Harry stays silent, knowing that there’s more to what you’re trying to say. “So let’s make some music shall we?” You say seductively, biting your lip, and clearly hot between your legs.

Harry looks at your lips and back up at your eyes. His head involuntarily starts moving forward as his body takes over his actions. You release your lip from your teeth and smile. You lean forward, meeting him halfway, and crash your lips onto his in such a hungry and passionate way as if your lips have been missing his for a lifetime.

He slowly starts to make his way on top of you, causing you to lay down on his wide king size bed, and you scoot up at the top where the pillows are.

Harry’s kisses make their way to your neck and you tilt your head to the side, giving him more access. He kisses the same area multiple times as he gets it ready for him to leave a hickey on your skin. As he sucks, your hands roam through his hair and his back, moaning softly at the feeling of his mark.

“Fuck, need you right now, please.” As sexy as that sounds, Harry can’t help but blush at how polite you are even during sex. With your shirt being off, he takes a good look at you.

“Let me just appreciate you for a moment?” He looks up at you and his hands go down the top of your pants.

“You can appreciate me some other time, just need you inside me right now.” Harry smirks and you try to take his pants off by sliding down, but the waistline is too tight.

Harry unbuttons his pants and pulls it down along with his boxers, releases himself from the restrain. You moan lightly at the sight of him and proceed to take yours off as well as your bra. Harry starts kissing your stomach and makes his way up to your breast, taking each one in his mouth and sucking it. Your hands find your way to his hair, but only tugging it lightly, making sure to save your hair tugs for later.

Harry makes his way to your neck and then to your jaw and finally to your lips in such lust as you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he’s on top of you.

After kissing for a few minutes, you finally reach down between you two and grab a hold of him, pumping his already hard dick up and down, slowly. Harry stops kissing you, but doesn’t release his lips from yours as he groans against you.

You tease yourself, sliding his tip up and down your pussy, which causes you to buck your hips up, craving for the feeling of him being inside you.

“Want me inside you now?” Harry says as he pulls away from your lips and reaches down, replacing your hand with his. He places his tip right at your hole, pushing in slightly, but not fully. “Do you want me inside you?” He repeats and you nod your head quickly. “Words, love.”

“Yes, yes! Please, Harry.” Harry finally fulfills your need and pushes in fully, making you moan out and throw your head back. Harry groans at the wet feeling of your hot core and buries his face in your neck that is exposed from your pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Harry says as he kisses your neck, and you moan his name out, which encouraged him to thrust faster and harder. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer; wanting to feel him closer than he already is.

The room was filled with the slapping of his skin against yours, and the heavy and loud breathing of moans bouncing off the walls, making the most marvelous and pleasing music to add to his melody.

Harry pulls his head from your neck and places his forehead against yours. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, love.” He places a kiss on the tip of your nose as he continues to thrust into you. You blush and peck his lips softly. Harry moves deeper into you and you’re overwhelmed with the pleasure you feel as he found the spot inside you making you scream his name out.

“You make me feel so good.” Harry smirked, hitting your spot every single time he pumps into you. He feels himself getting close, but he needs you to cum first. So he sits on his knees, continues to fuck you, and rubs your clit with his thumb, taking you to your climax.

You let out a long and raspy ‘fuck’ as you feel his finger on your sensitive bud. After a few more minutes of Harry pounding into you, you cum as your legs shake and your face turned to the side and buried into the pillow. But Harry is quick to remove the pillow so he can hear the melodies of your moans loud and clear. Harry follows with his climax soon after causing him to slowly thrust deep into you with pauses in between. His groans are deep and raspy, and you smile at his euphoric state.

Harry pulls out, gets off, and lies next to you, pulling you into his side. You lay your head on his shoulder as his arm wraps around you, rubbing your soft skin. You both look at each other in that post orgasmic glow and smile. No words were spoken as you both just enjoyed each other’s touch and presence, feeling each other’s soft skin, and eventually falling asleep in a glow that radiated the two of you.

Harry woke up to the sound of rustling in the bathroom. With his eyes still closed, he reached over to your side of the bed to find it empty and cold. He groaned and opened his eyes slowly as he heard the water turn on and then off. Once his eyes were fully open, he rubbed it to sustain the blurriness and then he saw you in the simplest form. With a hand on your hip, your hair in a high pony, mouth full of toothpaste, humming as you do so, he’s looking at you like he’s got your face hung up high in a gallery. And he’s taking a moment to appreciate the art that is in front of him.

Harry appreciates the sight of your naturalness, and his heart bursts into joy. The simple action of brushing your teeth makes him smile from ear to ear making his dimples very much prominent.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting there just thinking about you, but his thoughts are interrupted when the person he’s been thinking about for the past two months walks out of the restroom.

“Good morning.” You lean onto the bed and give him a kiss. One that is too quick for his liking as you pulled back and stood still. “Breakfast?” He only nods, and you’re off to the kitchen.

As he does his morning routine, he hears the record player going in the back, and he chuckles a bit, knowing how much you love playing music from it every time you’re at his house.

Once he’s done, he walks to the kitchen and hears Don’t Stop by the one and only Fleetwood Mac, coming on louder as he sees you at the stove, cracking some eggs as your hips sway to the beat of the music.

He walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist with his head buried in your neck, kissing the skin and your shoulder. His body is pressed up against yours with no space in between, making you feel warm.

As the song continues to play, you can feel him gently swaying you both in his arms. With his hands on your hips, he turns you around and kisses your lips immediately. The action doesn’t surprise you as you relax into the kiss, but also making you weak in the knees. You’re in his control now, but you nearly forget that you’re cooking.

“Harry…” you say as you pull back and turn back around to the stove. “I’m cooking.” He turns you back around and reaches behind you to turn the stove off.

“Not anymore.” He says with a big smile and you giggle while rolling your eyes at his childness.

You wrap your arms around his torso, making you feel small in his hold as his arms go around your shoulders with his chin resting on your head. You both don’t say a word as you listen and enjoy the music while swaying in each other’s hold.

As the next song plays, you lift your head up causing him to lift off of yours and he looks down while you look up. You don’t say anything, but reach up slightly to kiss him. With all the kissing you’ve done with Harry, every kiss is something special. Something you’ve never felt before. The connection between you two has a magnifying pull that cannot be broken. You two gravitate towards each other involuntarily, and you’re scared one of you is going to run.

So many thoughts are running through your head, but you don’t say any of them as you’re enjoying the moment of listening to the music in the back and swaying while being in this man’s arms while kissing him in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You’ve always been one to run away from your feelings. It’s a bad habit that you’ve had since you were in high school and there wasn’t one exact event that happened for it to trigger your need to run away. Perhaps it was seeing your friends get played by boys, or your cousin crying to you because her boyfriend dumped her, or hearing a stranger talking about how they have two partners, especially after your ex boyfriend dumped you—the list goes on. You’ve just been running.

And you want to stop—you really do.

But you can’t help but notice that Harry has been avoiding you. He would always text you when you weren’t with him, but you could practically feel how distant he is when you would ask to go over or even ask how his day was.

So now you find yourself on his doorstep pretty early in the morning, ready to knock on his door after a week of not talking or communicating with each other.

You knock three times before stepping back slightly, mentally preparing yourself to talk to him, and it takes about a minute for him to answer the door.

“Oh, hey.” Harry says surprised.

“Hi. Uh, can I come in?” You asked hesitantly. Harry only nods which increases your nervousness even more, and he steps aside, letting you in. You make your way inside his house and go towards the couch, and sit. You know you’re more than welcome to make yourself comfortable in his home, but the week’s worth of tension made you think otherwise.

“What did you want to talk about?” Harry gets straight to the point, leaving you no time to recollect your thoughts.

“Well, uh, it’s just that…” Harry raises his eyebrows and it seems like he’s annoyed in some way. “Are we okay?”

“Yeah, did you think that we weren’t?” He says kind of harshly, making you shake a little.

“You’ve just been kinda distant, and I didn’t know if it’s something that I did or if I said anything.” The look on your eye is sad and he immediately softens. Harry has always been weak for you, so anytime you’re sad or down, no doubt he would always be there for you.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I have been distant. Work is getting more frustrating and it just seems like I don’t have time anymore. So, I’m sorry for not contacting you. Believe me, I want to spend every day with you, but it’s a tad bit hard, so I apologize.” You smile softly, accepting his apology. He lied just a bit, but he would tell you later.

“Harry, if you’re frustrated you can come to me, you know that? I know we have sex and everything, but we’re always friends.” Harry’s heart drops and he’s reminded that that’s what you think of you two: friends. And you’ll probably always think of your relationship that way. He nods and says thanks, and you stand up and walk towards him.

Harry watches you grab his hands, pulling him in slightly, and connecting your lips together as one. The kiss was soft and gentle, very comforting, and one that tells him that you’ll always be there for him. And he appreciates it.

And of course, the kiss heats up a bit causing Harry to press himself against you even harder, and you don’t mind at all.

In the early morning of the day, he takes you against his couch as you told him there was no time to make it to the bedroom because of how deprived you were the past week for him. And that made him harder, knowing how much you’ve missed him.

The touches and kisses felt different. It seemed rushed and too quick for his liking, and he did his best to slow things down, but you were too needy.

After two rounds of desire and lust all over each other’s bodies, you both start changing into the clothes you took each other out of. As you put your shirt back on, Harry had a nervous look on his face, and you can’t help but ask, but he beat you to it.

“Hey, can we talk?” Harry asks nervously.

“Sure, but can you make it quick? Gotta run to work, which I’m already late for, thanks to you.” You say sarcastically. Of course you’re not mad at him for bending you over—of course not.

“I-I can wait till you’re back actually.” You look at him confusingly and walk towards him.

“Hey, whatever you need to tell me, you can say it.”

“It’s just that-” his words were cut off by the ringing of your phone. You grunt and walk towards the bedside table where your phone has been charging.

“Fuck, it’s my boss. I’ll come back right after I get off, and then we can talk about whatever you want, okay?” You pecked his lips quick enough for him to even react. You head for the door and open it, but before taking a step out, you turn your head. “Surprise me when I get back home?” You smirk and he knows well that means having him naked, in bed.

Home.

He takes a deep breath out and sits on the couch, putting his face in his hands as he thinks hard. His mind was in jumbles. He didn’t know what he would do if your phone didn’t ring. He needed to let his thoughts and his feelings out, but he was grateful that he was interrupted. Harry was a nervous mess and he felt like his head might explode because of how much he’s been thinking, but he has approximately five hours to get his shit together before he can finally tell you the truth.

Five hours felt like forever. It was the never ending sound of the clock ticking each second and the ongoing thoughts running through Harry’s mind. But once he heard the first click of the lock unlocking, he knew it was happening.

“Honey, I’m hooomee!” You say every time you enter his house. It started off as a way to tease one another because things have been very domestic as if you were playing house or husband and wife with him. And nothing frustrates Harry more than wanting for that teasing to stop and for it to actually happen.

Harry made his way down the staircase to find you taking your hair out from the tight ponytail and flipping it thoroughly to make the ache of having your hair up for hours to disappear.

“Aww, you’re not naked?” You pout as you walk towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing his lips as you felt like you went days without his touch. Harry loosely places his hands on your hips, and that’s when you knew something was off.

You pull back and look at him to notice that he wasn’t even looking at you. He loved eye contact—lived for it. He loved the deep connection he was able to make with people and how people can communicate with their eyes, but he wasn’t giving you any of it.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He doesn’t say anything but pull away from your hold, making you unravel your arms around him; already missing his touch. “Harry?” He takes a seat on the couch and you follow, taking a seat but at a distance, anxious of what is about to come.

“R-Remember I was trying to tell you something? Before you left?” You only nod, and he just wants to hear you voice answer him, but he’ll take it as he goes. “Well, for the past two weeks, I’ve been trying to sort my thoughts out and trying to understand what I’m trying to feel…” he trailed off, making you feel like you’re about to implode with the suspense.

“And…” he gives it a minute and decides that he just needs to spit it out.

“I’m falling for you.” He turns his head to look at you, and you’re in absolute shock.

“W-What?” Your mouth is slightly open, but no other words come out as you’re speechless.

“I’m starting to fall in love with you, and it’s not stopping anytime soon.” He says straight up as it’s out in the open now and there’s no going back.

“But… we didn’t agree to that.” Harry’s heart felt like it plummeted right when you spoke. He was waiting for the absolute opposite of what you’re saying. You mentally slap yourself in the face for saying that. All this time you’ve just wanted to feel something, for Harry to feel something towards you, and when he finally does, you say that.

“I-I know we didn’t, but you’re more to me than what we do. That’s why I’ve been trying hard not to talk to you because I’m feeling way more and I’ve been trying hard not to act like a fool around you.” Harry shifts forward slightly and you don’t move back, to which he thinks is a good sign.

“But we didn’t agree to that.” You repeat, but more straightforward this time. Shut up!

“I just want you more than damn melody!” He blurts out and you look at him with confusion. “Four months ago, the first time we met, when we were talking on the rooftop. I was having trouble with my writing, specifically about sex, and you told me that-”

“Sex is a melody.”

“Yeah, that sex is a melody. You helped me that night and this whole thing we’re doing is great, but it’s just the melody. And I want you more than a melody. I want the whole entire song with you. I don’t want just part of the song and think that I’m satisfied, I want the entire masterpiece, and that’s you.”

You don’t say anything as you’re trying to process this, but you feel like you shouldn’t be in shock. You and Harry have been very good friends and sex comes along with it. The deep and great conversations were always sweet in your memory. It was inevitable for you two to come together as a couple, and you’d be lying if you told him you didn’t want him more than a melody too.

“Say something… please.” He says in a sad voice.

“I’m just… scared.” You confess honestly. Of course you were scared. You didn’t know any better than a boyfriend that broke up with you because he didn’t like you anymore.

Harry walks towards you and reaches down for you hands. He places his forehead on yours for a moment before placing his lips onto it.

“I know. I am too, but we’ll get through it together if that’s what you want.” Harry looks at you so intensely you feel as if you might burst into tears, but you know that he’s just passionate about it.

“I want that,” you nod, “I’d really like that.” He smiles and kisses your forehead.

“Yeah?” You smile and nod again. “But we don’t have to rush this. All I know is that I like you more than sex. Your mind, your humor, your personality, your laugh, your-”

“Okay, okay.” You giggle.

“I wasn’t done yet.”

“I know, but seeing as you still have more to say, you would never be done.” You pinch his hip softly and Harry smiles. It’s felt like he’s been neglecting his feelings because you had said you didn’t want to be in a relationship, and now that he has you in his arms and knowing that it’s not just sex, he’s the happiest person alive.

“You got new sunflowers.”

“Yeah, I just bought them. We didn’t see each other this past week, so I needed to buy them.” You smile, looking at the new bouquet of sunflowers that sit in the vase on the counter.

You look at them and how they stand facing up, big and bright. How yellow they are and how they bring so much joy into the home. And you can’t help but think of Harry when you look at the sunflowers. With how new things are going to be in a relationship, he’s brought so much light and life into your life.

You’ve been through some hardships in your life causing you to lose people, but once flowers die, just plant new seeds.

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