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simmerandwrite · 2 years

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Lower the Stakes [04] - Lion, Fox, and Wolf

Summary: Bucky Barnes still isn’t sure of his place in the world. For Haley Fisher, making new friends has always felt like a challenge. Though getting a second chance at life gave her the opportunity to reinvent herself and determine where she fit into the world again. It’s time to shift the expectations and determine what she really wants. How does that old classic go? ‘I get by with a little help from my friends.’

(Aka the post Falcon and the Winter soldier friends-to-lovers mini series no one asked for, featuring one ‘grumpy but warming up’ centenarian and one ‘coming into her own’ plus sized original character!) Ready the pre-story here

Chapter summary: An unexpected day in the city with a nearly ten year old feels unusually comforting for both Haley and Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x plus size original character

Word count: 4k

Parts: Part 01 Part 02 Part 03 Part 04 Part 05 Part 06 Part 07

Notes/warnings: Heads up! I only have one nearly ten year old in my life, a niece, so I am hoping I can accurately capture a ~youth here. Also, I have never been to the Museum of Natural History in New York but I did visit their website five times in the last week for an attempt at accuracy. if you see me out interacting in the wild, it’ll be under @simmerandcry

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Maybe it was irrational, going all the way to Haley’s apartment. But she had no-showed their brunch date and didn’t answer any of his messages or a phone call. Bucky’s mind wasn’t going to worst case scenarios intentionally, but given how she had told him about her downstairs neighbour’s parties and how she contemplated calling the cops a few nights ago, he was worried.

The late August air felt surprisingly mild for the late morning and Bucky had finally figured out the best way to dress for the season. He maintained his usual look of dark jeans and sneakers, but had traded in his leather jacket for a nice long sleeve athletic shirt that kept him cool. With his short hair and affinity for staying out of a lot of public areas, and having a fixed air conditioner again, he beat the heat pretty well.

As he made his way towards Haley’s apartment, he started justifying his actions. He figured it wasn’t completely out of his way, to pop by and make sure she was okay. It was the least he could do, really. Truly, if he didn’t do it, his mind likely wouldn’t settle for the rest of the weekend.

When he made it to her building, he checked his phone one more time to see if she had responded. Nothing. Taking a deep breath, he slid through the main entrance door as someone else was leaving and bounded up the stairs to her apartment.

He could hear her air conditioner running and was that more than one voice coming from inside? He hesitated briefly before knocking then shook his head and rasped his knuckles against her door. Okay, so maybe she had a friend over and he was interrupting. It wasn’t a big deal. He could just say he wanted to borrow the next Harry Potter book or -

The door flew open. “Who are you?”

Bucky’s left eyebrow raised slowly as he scanned over the child at the door. He didn’t expect to be greeted by a shaggy haired young boy, dressed in khaki shorts and a polo shirt. In his free hand the boy held some sort of gaming console. Clearly Bucky was taking too long to answer because the kid’s attention had moved on. He turned on his heel and headed back into the apartment, leaving Bucky standing at the open door.

The boy called over his shoulder. “Fox! Some man is here!”

Bucky paused. Fox? He cautiously took a step beyond the threshold, barely making it a few feet inside before Haley appeared in front of him. He was relieved to see her standing tall and well, with a pair of ripped jean shorts on her legs and an oversized plain blue t-shirt. Her hair was piled on a bun on top of her head and she looked a bit frazzled, to put it lightly.

“Oh my god, Bucky. I am so sorry, I meant to message you earlier but my day has… not gone according to plan.”

It pained Bucky to see her smile so forced so he was quick to wave his hand, dismissing her detailed apology. “It’s alright, really. When you didn’t show up, I was a bit worried but… clearly you’ve alive and well and..” She was alive, but well? He couldn’t be certain. Who was this kid and why had her day been interrupted and why did Bucky care so much about the distress on her face?

“My mom and step-dad showed up and said surprise, hope you’re free today! Now I’m on babysitting duty until tomorrow morning while they go meet with some business partners, I don’t know. I guess they’re renting a place upstate next week but failed to tell me they’d even be in the area, and I usually don’t mind extra time with my brother but..” Haley trailed off as she spoke quietly, leading Bucky further into the apartment with her. “Some work crisis came up and I need to finish a report before I can take the day off. Even though it’s a Saturday and I’m supposed to be off anyway..” She motioned to her laptop that was sitting on the kitchen island. “The small wonder who won’t let go of his video games is my brother Liam.”

Ah, okay. That made more sense. Babysitting, brother. Bucky darted his eyes towards the couch, where the young boy had flopped down onto his stomach and was glued to his screen once more.

Haley sighed and took a few steps towards the couch, snapping her fingers in front of her brother’s face. “Hey, Lion. Be polite. Say hi to my friend Bucky.”

“Hi to your friend Bucky!” Liam released his hand from the device and raised it above his head, delivering a tiny wave to Bucky before getting back to whatever he was doing. Seconds later, the young boy was groaning and sitting up. “Are you almost done? Can we go?”

Haley pinched between her eyes and sucked in a breath. “I need like 20 minutes, dude. 20 uninterrupted minutes.” She turned to head back to her laptop.

Bucky, in the meantime, remained standing between the couch and the door. He supposed it was his cue to leave, since Haley was clearly perfectly okay and just had some personal things going on.

“She’s mad because she hasn’t had a coffee yet today,” Liam piped up from the couch, leaning his head back to stare at his sister upside down. “Mom says she’s addicted to caffeine.”

“Half the population is addicted to caffeine, pal. Just wait until you go to college,” Haley grumbled back to her brother, sticking out her tongue to get a laugh from him.

Bucky took a step towards her. “You need 20 minutes?”

Haley blinked and let out a long sigh. “Yeah, at least.”

“Liam?” Bucky started slowly, throwing a sideways glance at Haley. “Do you maybe want to go for a walk? There’s a little comic book shop up the street..” God, would a modern ten year old be interested in comic books? Bucky felt like he was taking a risk.

And when Liam poked his head up from the couch, staring at Bucky with a curious face on, he shrugged. The young boy looked to his sister. “Is that okay?”

Haley blinked a few times again, slowly nodding at Liam before she looked at Bucky. “You don’t have to do that.”

Bucky just waved his hand and smiled. “C’mon, kid.”

Bucky had been around Sam’s nephews enough now to know that sometimes he’d be presented with unfiltered questions. With Haley’s brother, he wasn’t sure what to anticipate considering he didn’t know much about the kid. Was he loud? Talkative? Cunning? Wise for his age?

As they headed down the block towards the little hole in the wall shop Bucky had discovered weeks ago, he wasn’t sure what to talk to Liam about. Bucky tipped his head to the side and looked down at him.

Liam caught his eye when they paused at the crosswalk. “Are you Haley’s boyfriend?”

Bucky sure was grateful he had slipped his sunglasses on in the morning light. His eyes were wide at the bold question. “Uh, no.”

“How come?”

“We’re just friends.”

“Best friends?” Liam countered, moving his feet quickly to keep up with Bucky’s strides as they crossed the street. “Mom says Haley needs more friends.” Bucky wasn’t exactly sure how to respond, but he had a feeling Liam was definitely the talkative type. “My best friend this year is Lewyn, but sometimes I think he only hangs out with me because we have a pool. Do you have a pool?”

“I don’t,” Bucky replied with a laugh, directing Liam towards the comic book shop. Inside, Bucky watched carefully as the young boy did his best to avoid touching anything and gazed around the place with a fantastical look in his eyes.

“Wow.” Clearly it would be an easy place to waste twenty minutes with the nearly 10 year old. He bounced around the shop, dragging his eyes from different comic book displays to sets of collectable toys to big posters related to things he seemed to be familiar with. Bucky on the other hand only recognized some of the promotional items around the room - mostly some classic comic book characters and all the new, exaggerated Avengers related ones. Eventually as Liam’s interest seemed to wane, Bucky led him back out towards the sidewalk.

Bucky appreciated the boy’s youthful enthusiasm as Liam chatted about something related to a video game that Bucky didn’t quite understand. He tried to gear the conversation to something he could contribute to. “So, what are you and your sister doing when she’s done with her work stuff?”

“Fox is taking me to the museum this afternoon. Mom says I have to learn something even if it’s summer break.”

“Your mom says a lot of stuff, huh.” Haley had only mentioned her mother a few times to Bucky, mostly in vague references. He had assumed they had a bit of a strained relationship and given the commentary coming by way of Liam, Bucky could understand why. “I think museums are cool.”

Liam groaned, perhaps a bit more dramatically than needed but Bucky let him commiserate. “I want to go to a baseball game instead. I’m the shortstop on my team and I want to play in the MLB one day.”

Ah, baseball. Finally. Bucky grinned as he stopped outside a small coffee shop. Baseball was certainly a topic he could get into. “Shortstop huh? When I was your age, I liked to play third base.”

When Bucky returned to the apartment with both her brother and a large cup of coffee for Haley, she couldn’t even think of a way to say thank you. She figured just repeating the phrase over and over again seemed like the best way but Bucky cut her off after she said it three times.

“Haley, please,” Bucky laughed. “It’s really not a big deal.”

She pursed her lips, resisting spilling all her thoughts. Because it was a big deal, acts of kindness. Bucky sacrificing his time to allow her a moment of solace to work, being patient with her brother. She settled on one final smile and a final silent follow up ‘thank you’.

She turned to Liam next, who had plunked himself down on the couch again, sipping on a lemonade. “So, Lion, I have good news.”

Liam turned on the couch, sitting up on his knees with an excited look on his face. “Yeah?”

“Mom gave me enough cash to cover the museum and cheap seats at the Yankees game tonight,” Haley announced, standing up from her stool at the island and walking towards the couch. She placed a hand on her brother’s head and met his eyes. “As long as you’re willing to experience the greatest inconsistency in New York City - the subway.”

Liam tipped his head to the side, still trapped under his sister’s hand. “Mom said we had to take a taxi or-”

“I’m in charge today. So, what do you think? Boring museum and a long cab ride orrr a full day of adventures on the subway?”

Across the room, Bucky nearly choked with laughter as he sipped his own coffee. When Haley glanced his way, she was swallowing her smile. Okay, yes, sure - the subway certainly was not an adventure. But for a kid from rural Florida, it might be an exciting experience.

“Can Bucky come with us?” Liam finally replied, pulling away from his sister’s hand and looking from her towards Bucky.

“That is up to Bucky,” Haley replied slowly, turning and looking towards Bucky the same way. She did everything in her power to speak to him with her eyes, that this was not an obligation and he could say ‘no’ without any hard feelings. She had no clue what his plans had been for the day - he had mentioned once that the VA office had a drop in coffee hour on Saturdays that he had been meaning to check out. Maybe it was finally the day he wanted to do that and she didn’t want her little brother derailing that and -

“Sure, sounds like a fun day,” Bucky said with a nod, stretching out his shoulders for a brief moment before tipping the rest of his coffee into his mouth.

Haley probably should have been offended given how quickly Liam turned all his attention to Bucky. But it seemed good for both of them. Liam clearly had enough female influence in his life between Haley, their sister Hannah and the amount of time he spent with their mother. If Bucky could act as some sort of pseudo big brother, who was Haley to judge?

And even more surprising, Liam loved the subway. He had never ridden it before and despite the awkward stops and starts and all the open seats, he stood tall with one hand gripping the closest pole near where Haley and Bucky had chosen to sit.

Bucky stayed mostly quiet during their venture uptown, providing answers to any curious questions Liam had and laughing along to Haley’s own commentary as she chatted with her brother. Any moments of silence weren’t uncomfortable, though. It felt strangely natural - like this little field trip they were all taking into the city was a normal occurrence.

A warmth spread though Haley’s chest each time Bucky added in something new to the conversation, especially when it pulled any kind of reaction out of Liam.

By the time they made it to their final stop on the edge of Central Park, Liam was buzzing with excitement. All of a sudden, the museum seemed especially interesting and his video games back at the apartment were long forgotten.

Given it was a Saturday at the end of summer break, the museum was definitely crowded. By the time they followed the crowd inside and paid for tickets, Haley already felt overwhelmed. She grabbed Liam’s hand and navigated him towards a small bench at the side, crouching down to look at him while he sat.

“Okay, Lion - lots of people here today. We can explore together but you’ve got to stay where I can see you. If you can’t see me, I can’t see you. Got it?” She pointed her index and middle fingers towards her eyes, then back at him.

Liam nodded.

When she stood up again, Bucky leaned in. “If I disappear, I promise it’s not because of you or him. Big gatherings like this kind of..” He trailed off, swallowing the honesty that sat at the edge of his tongue.

Haley held up her hand and gave him a small smile. “All good. If you need space, we won’t be offended.”

“Let’s go!” Liam hopped up and down in place, straining his neck to see beyond his sister and Bucky. “I want to find the T-Rex.”

Bucky parted ways with them after a few busier exhibits, slipping away from them quietly after giving Haley a short squeeze on the shoulder. With an understanding nod, she watched as he fell back while she trudged forward with Liam.

They explored the museum at their own pace, sometimes taking longer as Liam did his best to read through the information plaques or analyze the details surrounding a certain animal he found the most interesting. It was so nice to finally have a real moment with him - one on one time was especially rare whenever she visited Florida. But now, she did what she could to soak in each and every one of his outrageous thoughts and theories about what they were learning about together.

It wasn’t until they found themselves in the Earth and Space exhibit area when they found Bucky again. Far across the room, under the blue glow of lights from some oversized screen with a projection of the universe, Haley spotted him. And even from a distance, she could see the sparkle of curiosity in him. It took her back even, how his stoic stare could come across so compelling and genuine. She couldn’t help but stare, taking a mental image of his pose, of his strong jawline under the soft lights, of the wonder in his eyes.

Liam spotted him too, of course. The moment he did, the young boy dashed across the room.

“Hey! No running!” Haley called after him, hurrying her own feet to catch up.

Liam wasted no time diving into a conversation with Bucky, which was mostly one sided as Liam went on and on, specifically asking if Bucky had seen the giant blue whale yet and how Liam could show him where it was.

“Lots more to explore in here first,” Bucky said with a knowing tip of his jaw, motioning ahead into the large room ahead. “We’ll hit up the whale again on our way out.”

They traveled as a group once more, taking in all the grandiose depictions of planets and space travel. Each display embodied a different focus, from celestial patterns to rocks from the moon to the diversity of the unexplored universes. Across the ceiling constellations illuminated their way and as they moved along, Haley really made an effort to commit more and more moments to memory.

Bucky pointed out a big display of planets to Liam, gently supporting the young boy’s back as he went up on his tiptoes to get the best view. Liam stood next to a display of an astronaut in a suit, doing his best to seem as tall and mighty as whomever might fill it out themselves.

Finally they came across a newer exhibit, only having been installed in the last few years. It was Liam who discovered it first, stopping in his tracks underneath the big illuminated display on the wall.

It was an all-encompassing homage to The Avengers themselves, with a focus on the terrestrial villains they had defeated when they recovered half the population from vanishing. Although New York hadn’t been a stranger to alien warfare since the first attack on the city, seeing a giant mural filled with information felt fresh.

“Bucky - is that you?” Liam was standing underneath a large row of photographs, featuring small portraits of everyone who had been involved in the fight that day. He dragged his fingers across the pictures and tapped on the portrait of Bucky, who was sporting longer hair and a tight frown. “Are you an Avenger?”

Bucky sighed and took a few steps towards him, getting a look at the large honour of images. It came across like photos in a yearbook, with strange forced smiles on some of the portraits. Smiles. Not a lot of smiling happened during battle. “I am, yeah. Or I was, I guess. That day.”

“Fox, did you know that?” Liam’s eyes were nearly falling out of their sockets, staring up at his sister with his mouth agape. “Your best friend is an Avenger and you didn’t even tell me.”

“I didn’t keep it from you on purpose,” Haley replied with a shrug, raising her eyebrows at her brother’s incredulous pout. “Also, Bucky is much more than an Avenger.”

Liam didn’t really care about her justification as he continued his way through the exhibit, politely tugging on Bucky’s arm as they went along.

The museum afternoon had been a huge success, minus one brief moment in time where Haley thought she had lost her brother after he used the bathroom. Before she could spiral entirely, Bucky took the lead and searched the area around the bathroom for Liam. Luckily he hadn’t strayed too far after using a different exit.

Haley managed to grab an additional ticket for Bucky. And when they got to the stadium, their section was nearly at the very top and quite empty. It gave Liam plenty of space to run around the rows of seats.

Bucky and Haley, meanwhile, stayed in their seats. She was relieved the weather had stayed mostly mild for the day - her legs weren’t sore or chafed from wearing shorts all day and she hadn’t been too sweaty in just a t-shirt. For the end of August, she had survived better than she thought.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Bucky tipped his head to the side to look at Haley. He propped one leg up on the seat ahead of them, picking at the box of Cracker Jacks he had already picked up on the way. “Fox. Lion. What’s that about?”

Haley laughed, dragging her bottom lip through her teeth as she followed Liam’s movement a few rows away. “Honestly, I don’t really remember how it started. Well, no. I do. I bought a book about a lion cub when he was still a toddler, Liam the Lion. He loved it and would roar like a lion and, well, here we are. I only saw him on vacations and holidays when he was little and I liked that I had my own little nickname for him. It sort of helped our relationship feel more special, you know?”

“And Fox?”

“That one I am even less sure about the origin of. My mom’s neighbour had a cat named Fox and I think he picked up on that one and assigned it to me, too. He called our sister Banana for a long time so I think I’ll take Fox over that.”

The laugh that escaped Bucky surprised both of them.

“Lion! Please don’t stand so close to the railing, you’re going to make my heart explode. And not in a good way!” Haley called out to her brother, who came bounding up the stairs and joined them in the seats.

“I think Bucky needs an animal name, too,” Liam announced, leaning over his sister to reach into Bucky’s box of snacks. Bucky relented without question and handed the treat to him directly.

“Great idea,” Haley drummed her hands against her knees, nodding as if she was thinking quite hard about the decision. “Any thoughts?” She tapped Bucky’s knee. “Do you have any animal preferences?”

“What about a frog?” Liam suggested.

“I don’t think I’m very amphibious,” Bucky smirked.

Liam bounced in his seat. “A cheetah? Can you run fast?”

“You’re already the big cat,” Haley poked her brother in the side. “What about a big dog?” Liam paused to think.

In a rare hanging moment between the three of them, Bucky gave the idea a hard thought. “How about Wolf? Do you think that fits me?”

“It’s perfect!” Liam announced, leaning over his sister again to grab Bucky’s arm. “You are definitely a wolf.”

Haley couldn’t hold back her smile, looking at Bucky and nodding along. “Oh, absolutely. Stoic, serious, loyal. You embody a wolf, Barnes.”

The Yankees lost but none of them really cared. Liam had enjoyed himself thoroughly, indulging in plenty of additional snacks - which Haley knew her mother would scoff about due to their lack of nutritional value.

Above anything else though, she felt unusually happy on their journey home. The warm night air whisked them through the subway doors once again and as they approached her apartment building, Bucky walked them all the way to the door. Mostly because Liam had jumped on his back.

Haley could see the exhaustion on her brother’s face, though he had tried to fight it on the way home. It had been a long day and she was grateful he’d be able to sleep well for the night.

“Okay, you’ve gotta get ready for bed,” Haley pointed towards the bathroom once they got inside, directing her brother with an edge of authority in her voice. “You know where your toothbrush is?”

She smiled wide as Liam threw himself to Bucky for a quick hug before dashing off to change into his pajamas.

“Thanks for hanging out today,” Haley said to Bucky once they were mostly alone, retrieving a can of bubbly water before she dropped onto the couch. “You’ve gained a superfan in Liam.”

Bucky grabbed himself a beer from her fridge and joined her, leaning his head back over the edge of the couch. “I had a good day.”

A long lingering moment of silence sat between them, as Haley responded to a few messages from her mother then stretched out her legs. God, she appreciated the comforting presence of Bucky. All day, it was nice to know there was an extra set of eyes on her brother and someone else to help make decisions. But best of all, with Bucky, nothing seemed time sensitive. He remained cool and collected, cautious and quiet mostly, and it was exactly Haley’s speed.

“When I was recovering in Wakanda,” Bucky remained motionless, staring up at Haley’s ceiling as he spoke. “I never thought I would get to return to life again. Not life like this, where I could just go… exist.”

Haley turned her head to watch him. She didn’t know if he wanted a response so she didn’t say anything.

“I know I told you everything, mostly, about who I am. What I did. It weighs my chest down, like an anchor. And usually I can’t escape the storm but today was just such a nice, normal day.” Finally, he tipped his head to the side and met her eyes. “So thank you.”

Haley smiled. “Anytime, Wolf.”

Bucky laughed at that. “They called me that in Wakanda, too. The White Wolf. Something about being transformative..” He grabbed his beer from the table and paused before tipping it into his mouth. “I have a really hard time believing that I deserve this life I have now but I’m trying.”

Haley scanned his face as the honesty fell from him. “Sometimes trying is the hardest part.”

Bucky sat up and turned to her, his mouth opened once then closed. His chest rose with a deep breath and he shuffled just a bit closer, knocking his knees against the side of her thigh. “Hales, I-” Before he could say whatever seemed to be on the tip of his tongue, Liam had slid his feet over towards them again. He was smiling wide, showing off his freshly brushed teeth.

“Can I please play my game for ten minutes before bed? Pleaseeeee, Fox.” Haley conceded quickly, shuffling him off towards her bedroom.

Why had Bucky moved closer to her? She was overthinking it, surely. Maybe he just wanted to talk more about his feelings or whatever was going on in his head. Or maybe he needed to tell her he had to head home..

When she got back to the couch, Bucky was still there.

“I expect he’ll be out like a light in a few minutes.” Haley looked back towards Liam who had flopped onto her bed, just beyond the French doors at the end of her apartment that lead into her room. His yawns were becoming more and more frequent.

She studied Bucky for an extra second, but the look on his face from before seemed to have disappeared. Whatever it was, Haley let it go, too. She let out a long breath and shifted in her seat and pulled a leg up, resting her chin against her knee. “Can you tell me more about your time in Wakanda? I mean, you don’t have to get into the personal details but..” She scrunched up her face as she thought. “Even the exhibit that featured parts of it at the museum made it seem almost magical.”

Bucky smiled, mirroring her position. “Okay, well, I don’t know if I can accurately capture it in words but I’ll do my best. Magical is a pretty good descriptor, that’s for sure.” He ran a hand across his neck and smirked. “I guess to start, you need to picture me with a missing arm, very tired eyes and long hair..”

thank you for reading! as always, I'd love to hear your thoughts, feelings or predictions - but thank you for being here either way. this has been a nice side project for me and a perfect escape during those sleepless sort of nights. the next chapter is one of my faves I've been waiting to write.

coming up next: how does one become a cat godmother overnight?

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lovelettersbyj · 3 years

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Just One Drop

Inspired By: Deja Vu (Vampire vers.) by Ateez.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IfwqfPqcyU&list=RD4IfwqfPqcyU&start_radio=1

Warnings: Some drinking, mentions of college party culture, vampire au, slight mentions of sexual acts, slightly aggressive manhandling (Ateez just being literally thirsty guys).

Pairing: None Yet (Alluding to San x Reader, Seonghwa x Reader and Wooyoung x Reader).

Word Count: 2,347.

A/N: hi everyone! SURPRISE! oh my god, so I just have to preface with the fact that I absolutely love vampire concepts and the fact that two of my groups (Ateez and NCT 127) both released vampire songs/concepts/music videos for Halloween had me a complete M E S S! I knew I wanted to do a vampire Ateez blurb for a minute now but couldn’t think of a plot I genuinely liked until tonight! I hope you all enjoy it and stay tuned for a second and maybe third?? part!

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After weeks of meticulous planning, exciting banter and non-stop waiting, the time had arrived. It was Halloween weekend, and what better party to have than a costume party? The entire college campus had been anxiously awaiting the arrival of the festive weekend to plan their best costumes, decorate their living quarters, and hopefully, throw three continuous and unforgettable parties.

The air was brisk, wind picking up as the sun had begun to set. Walking along the concrete sidewalk my heels echoed the rhythm of my steps. My friends next to me were chattering excitedly about all the different costumes they had liked as they had spent the past few hours scrolling on Instagram. We originally had planned our costumes to all be The PowerPuff Girls, but with a mixup on who was going to be which PowerPuff sister simply ended up with us throwing together a last minute sexy-esque costume. Meaning, I was now walking in the cold with a black dress, heels, and some leopard print cat ears. Simple, but at least it was something.

We approached our destination; a large house at the end of the block of fraternity row. Other students had also been walking along with us, with a fairly sized crowd of people littered across the front lawn. We saw all kinds of costumes: various Marvel superheroes, firefighters, Frankenstein, zombies and vampires. Getting closer to the entrance I could see just how packed the house was, leaving almost no room as the steady flow of people took up every corner of the downstairs and spilled out into the backyard. Was this the whole school? Probably, but it was definitely going to be a night for the books.

“Alright ladies, we remember the plan, yes?” My friend and roommate asked us one last time, brushing her mini skirt down and subtly adjusting the padding in her bra.

I rolled my eyes with a chuckle as my other friend spoke up in response, “Have a good time, don’t drink too much—”

“And get our backs blown out!” They squealed in unison, high-fiving once more before looping their arms together, grabbing my hand and officially stepping through the front doorway.

The Halloween themed playlist boomed throughout the walls of the spookily decorated frat house. Skeletons hung by the neck and spiderwebs clung to doorways and archways. Bodies of students dressed up in their first of three outfits bumped along to the music, grinding and tossing their heads back in an intoxicated delight.

My friends were quick to mesh in with the rest of the crowd, so I guided myself into the kitchen and walked up to the alcohol table. A man unconvincingly dressed as Thor offered me a shot which I took delightedly, and after a few more pours grinned at me excitedly.

“Thanks!” I gave him a thumbs up, grabbing a plastic orange and black pumpkin cup to pour myself some spiked cider. He simply flashed his biceps, throwing me a finger gun as he went back to his bros deep within the mob of dancing people.

I sipped eagerly at my sparkly drink, feeling how quickly the mixing of alcohol laced into my veins and sparked a courageous burst of ridiculous dance moves. Alone I slowly lifted my hands up, holding my cup in the air as my other arm fluttered along to the beat of the song. I closed my eyes, floating along to the rhythm when suddenly I was pulled out of my veil of enjoyment.

“Hey,” A slightly higher pitched voice caught my attention on my right side. Turning to face him, I was met with a guy just slightly taller than me, with dark black hair combed somewhat nicely; bangs towards the front. His skin was a porcelain white, making his red stained lips pop even with the lack of light in the kitchen. Wearing a lacy white shirt with an open slit down the middle of his chest, he leaned against the kitchen island with a smirk on his face.

I glared into his tar black eyes, already feeling its tenacious effects as I felt myself stuck in place, “Hi there.”

“You look like you're having fun,” He grinned, flashing me a smile as he lifted a chip from the bowl next to him and brought it up to my mouth, which suddenly lay open and waiting as the salty snack entered my mouth, “You’re a good dancer.”

In the middle of my chew I chuckled slightly, bringing a hand up to make sure a stray crumb didn’t embarrassingly spill out, “Oh absolutely not, but thank you.”

I walked over to the drinks table, lifting the silver ladle with a full spoonful of cider to refill my cup, “So what year are you—” Turning around to continue the conversation with the pale beauty, I found myself asking thin air as suddenly the spot he was standing in previously was now occupied by a couple taking their turn at the guacamole dip.

“Huh.” I shrugged, bringing my cup up to my lips and downing yet another glass.

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The night raged on, it seemed as if the house could burst with the amount of students packed inside. I felt inescapably intoxicated, dancing with anyone around me who lent themselves to my ridiculous dance moves. My roommates had abandoned the party earlier in the night, feeling too drunk and much too sleepy to keep up with the aggressive ambiance of the frat house.

Another hour passed by and slowly the crowd began to dwindle. I didn’t even bother to check the time on my phone as I stumbled out towards the front door. A few obviously jock football teammates sulked by the side of the house, sharing some sort of lit drug that polluted the air with a faint gray smoke. I continued along the path I came before, my heels once again clacking along the cold pavement. I pulled my arms up into a hug, the wind now blowing against me and slightly slowing me down in my tracks as I tried my best to navigate my way back.

Feeling that same addicting glare on me from my strange encounter earlier that night, I glanced behind me, but to no avail. I paused a moment, allowing the dim street light to illuminate the dark shadows of the neighborhood. Still not noticing anything out of place, I trudged along, trying a bit to pick up my pace.

Turning the corner out of the neighborhood and onto the main road, I pulled the obnoxious cat ears off of my head. With how cheap they were I was honestly quite surprised I hadn’t lost them earlier in the night. Passing by a few closed storefronts, the street was mostly empty, save for a stray car that would zip by in a hurry. My apartment building lay just across the four way intersection, and then after a quick shower I could lay snug in my bed and await the hangover that loomed in the near future.

If only I’d gotten that far.

A large, empty storage building lay desolate amongst the various shops as nobody had resided there for years. I shuddered to myself as I approached it, not even wanting to glance inside at the haunting walls as the desired destination of my apartment was just less than a side street away.

All too suddenly multiple pairs of hands grasped at my arms, covering my mouth and lifting me up off of the ground as I was carried in a frenzy out of the street and into the haunted structure. I thrashed around desperately, trying my best to break away from the powerful grips that held me in place.

My body was then dropped hastily on the ground, my hair swooping in front of my face and obstructing my view. “OW!” I groaned, “What the fuck was that?”

Pushing the strands of hair out of my eyes I looked up to eight ghostly figures surrounding me. Dressed in variously laced white gothic shirts and impressively designed black pants, each boy had their own version of an ancient Transylvanian-esque attire. Their skin was barely whiter than the chipped walls surrounding us, not even a hint of life gleaming from their porcelain cheeks. Some of their eyes glowed a red hue under the trickling moonlight, others much too dark and hidden to even be considered a normal eye color. They watched me with fervor, and I could feel my heart racing against the thin confines of my black dress.

“Wait a minute, I know you.” My eyes narrowed on one of them, and giving my drunken mind an extra moment to process, I realized that it was the same pale face I had talked to earlier, “You fed me a chip.”

He said nothing, just a sultry grin tugging at his lips.

“You talked to her?” A deeper voice questioned, and I turned my head to realize a man with a cotton candy blue hair had spoken up, “She was mine.”

“You know the rules, Wooyoung. Once we pick a human you cannot interfere.” A guy near the middle of the group spoke sternly, directing his anger toward the boy next to him.

He rolled his eyes, letting out a whine, “I didn’t do anything! I just said hello. It’s not like I was also going to eat her, I knew she was already taken.” His tone was annoyed, but he would glance down at me with that same faint smirk.

“You still should have kept your distance,” A pink haired guy snapped back in response, “No matter how… delicious she might be.”

From there the rest of the group chirped up in response, all sharing their opinion over an apparently broken sacred rule. ‘What the fuck is happening right now’ I thought, feeling like I was in some sort of a convoluted fever dream.

Lifting a hand up slowly I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I tried my best to form a sentence out of the jumble of thoughts zipping through my mind, “Ho-hold on a minute…”

The boys grew quiet, all eight stoic glares on me now, “Hi. Yeah, okay this is very strange and, honestly probably borderline illegal, but am I really sitting here listening to you guys argue about… who gets to eat me?” My voice wavered towards the end, my question coming out in a slight squeak as I realized how terrifyingly ridiculous it sounded.

“Yes. We’re vampires.” The one who I’d assumed by now was probably the leader responded confidently. “San had chosen you as his meal for tonight.”

The blue haired flirt lifted an eyebrow suggestively at me, bringing his hand up to his jaw as he cupped it slightly.

“Okay… yeah I get it, its Halloween and you guys are all dressed up— hilarious,” I tried to rationalize with a chuckle, “But when you say, eat, is that like a… sex thing?”

“A sex thing?” A silver haired guy with a black and red cape at the end of the line puzzled at me.

I nodded, and the pink haired guy let out a sarcastic laugh, “Not exactly. But it can if you want it to be.”

“Everybody, stop.” The leader harshly declared, lifting a hand up and seemingly silencing the line of men he stood besides.

“We… really are vampires. San really was going to feed on you tonight. But you wouldn’t stay still at the party so we decided it would be better to grab you on your way home. However, since Wooyoung—” He turned to give a glare at the cheeky boy on his left, who now avoided any eye contact and stared intently at the floor underneath him, “— apparently interfered with San’s kill, well… we need to figure out what to do.”

He turned back towards Wooyoung, giving the younger boy a slight punch on the arm as he stepped back into place. I shook my head, seemingly now more lost than before, “Hold on— rewind a second. Kill? I thought he was just going to… eat me… So you guys aren’t like a weird sex cult or something?”

“Is she serious?” A blonde guy at the other end of the line muttered as he turned around and put a hand on his head, “We’re wasting our time. There are so many other people at that party, we all could’ve eaten by now.”

“He’s right,” another one chirped up, “I’m fucking starving, Hongjoong. Let’s just go.”

For the second time in this bizarrely real conversation the choir of eight voices all began to speak up against each other. I couldn’t believe how absurdly calm I was, but the alcohol still laced in my system was certainly helping (Or maybe it wasn’t?).

“Okay, she was originally San’s so he gets to decide whether or not Wooyoung can stay. The rest of us must leave since we’ve got,” He pulled out a small gold pocket watch that was tucked previously away in an inside pocket of his velvet black coat, “about three hours left of moonlight. Can everyone hunt in that time?”

A soft murmur of ‘yeses’ filled the air. Pink hair lifted a finger, “I’m also staying. I want to taste her too… even if it’s just a drop.”

Again, another delectable smirk.

Wooyoung groaned as he walked over to his pink haired friend, “I go first though, Seonghwa, you never leave any blood left when you eat before me!”

“I think we’re just skipping over the part where I’m going to die, okay?” I chirped in, waving my hand to grab their attention again, “Let’s go back to that, yeah?”

Hongjoong raised his lips up into a bright smile, flashing me a wink before he snapped his fingers, and in the blink of an eye he and four other guys had dashed out of the abandoned building.

“Great,” I huffed, “so that did nothing.”

Seonghwa and Wooyoung began to bicker between themselves as the brightly blue haired San strut over to me, bending down with a hand extended toward me,

“Shall we?”

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TO LOVE AND BE LOVED - Part Three (Harry Styles)

a/n: part 3 wohoo! thank you so much for all the love you’ve been showing the series, it keeps me going and writing more and more! originally i thought it would turn out to be about three parts, but it has outgrown that limit so i added two more parts to the masterpost, that’s for sure is gonna happen but i might even add more?! not sure, im still in the writing process so i can’t tell how long it’s going to turn out to be, but this just means even more content for you guys!

as always, feedback is very much appreciated, please make sure to share your thoughts and comments on the part, it’s such a huge boost for writers to read what you thought!!

pairing: CEO!Dad!Harry X Reader

warning: mentions of death, cheating and divorce

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When you were working at the daycare you couldn’t focus on photography as much as you would have liked to. You often had to stay in for extra hours, wait until the last kid was picked up and then do paperwork, or change the decoration in your room or whatever Clair asked you to do that day. By the time you got home you just wanted to take a bath and fall into bed. You also had to travel 40 minutes to work which took away a lot of time from your day.

Working for Harry helped you immensely with focusing more on your passion. Even on his worse days he got home by six and since your workplace is your home, you don’t even have to drive forty minutes to enjoy the comfort of your home, you just walk up the stairs to your room and that’s it.

In addition, taking care of Izzy, you still have the chance to work on some editing or snap new pictures. You have time off when she has her classes and when you put her down for her nap. The best thing is that Izzy is quite interested in photography, she gets very interested whenever she sees you bring out one of your cameras and she always lets you take pictures of her, posing and goofing around. The folder on your computer that has her name is growing each day with more and more sweet photos of the little girl that has completely stolen your heart. You’ve been regularly getting your favorites shots of her printed and you always leave them on Harry’s desk so when he gets home he sees them and they make him forget about whatever happened at work that day.

You are getting more and more emails about possible sessions and slowly but surely, your weekends start to fill up with weddings, birthday parties and engagement photoshoots. It seems like you have definitely made the right choice when you took this job. No doubts.

“Can I ask a question, daddy?” Izzy is poking the peas around on her plate as the four of you sit at the dining table at dinner. Ruth has joined you today, because Harry had to make a quick trip to his office in the afternoon and you were out shopping with Trevor today.

“Sure, baby,” Harry hums nodding.

“Why don’t you eat meat?” she asks seriously, eyeing her own plate that has some chicken on it, while Harry’s is only stacked with veggies and potatoes.

“Because I decided that I won’t want to.”

“Can I decide that too?”

“You’re a little too young for that, baby. You need the meat to grow big. When you’re older you can think about what kind of things you want to and don’t want to eat.”

“Okay,” she nods without throwing a tantrum about her dad telling her no. You know quite a few kids who would have flipped over it, but not Izzy. Harry might not even realize how good of a job he is doing raising her and teaching her how to be a good human.

“I have another question,” she announces, glancing up at Harry.

“Go ahead.”

“If you don’t eat meat, does that make you an herbivore?”

You can’t push down a chuckle, you were not expecting this. Your eyes meet Ruth’s over the table, she is enjoying this conversation just as much as you do. It’s cute how Izzy put two and two together and made a seemingly logical conclusion.

“We learned about herbivore dinosaurs this week,” you inform Harry, who is a little lost about why his daughter just called him an herbivore. Also, you’re quite impressed that she remembered the word, though she struggled with it at first, but it seems like it finally stuck.

Harry shakes his head chuckling as he sets his fork down, looking over at Izzy.

“In a way I should be called an herbivore, but that’s not what you call people who don’t eat meat. I’m a vegetarian.”

“Oh, okay,” she nods, wrapping up the information in her head as she keeps eating.

You and Ruth clean up after dinner while Harry gives Izzy a bath, a little earlier than usually, because she spilled apple juice on herself, so he decided to just go straight for the bath instead of changing once more before bedtime.

“Will you be fine with putting these away, Darling?” Ruth asks as you’re drying the last few dishes.

“Sure! I’ll take care of it,” you smile back at her as she nods and heads into the living room.

Harry emerges from upstairs with a freshly cleaned Izzy on his arms. As soon as her little feet touch the floor she bolts over to join Ruth in front of the TV while Harry walks into the kitchen just as you put the last dish away.

“Hey, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” he starts and suddenly, you feel your stomach drop, especially because his face seems very serious.

“Oh God, what did I do?” you ask, feeling yourself panicking already.

“Nothing! It’s not like that!” he chuckles softly, realizing you kind of misunderstood the situation.

“Okay, good. Sorry, you just looked so serious.”

“Sorry, I was just… thinking. So two friends of mine that I work together with also are getting married soon. They had a photographer booked already, but the guy cancelled on them and, um, I hope you don’t mind, but I recommended you to them.”

“Really?” you ask in complete surprise.

“Yeah. Actually, they saw a picture of Izzy that you took in my office and we started talking about how you do photoshoots in your free time and then I told them to ask if you’d be up to do their wedding as well.”

“Wow, that’s really nice of you, Harry. Thank you!”

“I gave them your number, they’ll probably call you sometime next week or so.”

“Great!” you beam, excited about the new event you can work at. “I hope they’ll want to work with me.”

“I kind of hyped you up for them and they seemed very pleased with the pictures I showed them, so I’m sure they will want to,” Harry chuckles softly, even blushing a little. It always amazes you how a tall, muscular guy with so many tattoos can be such a soft, caring and loving person. It always reminds you not to judge the book by its cover.

“Thank you, Harry. This means a lot to me.” Reaching over you place your hand on his arm and give it a gentle squeeze before moving past him to join Ruth and Izzy in the living room.

Harry was right about Sarah and Mitch being all excited to get in contact with you, because they don’t even wait for the next week to reach out. Sunday afternoon you are working on some more editing at the dining table while Harry and Izzy are painting on the other end of the table, busy with their masterpieces when your phone starts ringing, an unknown number shown on the screen.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you answer it, leaning back in your seat.

“Y/N, hi! My name is Sarah Jones, I hope I’m not calling at a bad time, Harry gave me your number this week.”

“Oh! Sarah, yeah! So nice to talk to you!” you beam and Harry’s eyes snap up to you at the mentioning of the familiar name. “Harry mentioned you’d reach out and don’t worry, I’m happy to chat.”

“That’s great. I wanted to wait until Monday, but truth is that we are kind of in a short of time and I was afraid you’d be already busy for our date, so I wanted to call you as soon as possible.”

“No worries.”

“So first and foremost, I’m gonna ask if you have anything planned on the last weekend of May. I know it’s just in a few weeks, but I really hope we can work it out.”

“Let me pull up my calendar,” you tell her as you open up the app on your computer that you use to keep track with your sessions and events. Finding the weekend in question in it, you smile at the empty space. “Good news, seems like I’m free that weekend.”

“Oh thank God!” she breathes out in relief and you let out a chuckle. “That’s so amazing. So then would it be possible to meet up sometime next week? You could show some more works of yours and we can discuss more details, how does that sound?”

“This week? Well I have to work—“ you start, but Harry cuts you off.

“Come into the office tomorrow morning.” “What?”

“Put her on speaker,” he smiles nodding towards your phone and you do as he asked, setting it to the table with Sarah on speaker. “Hey Sarah!”

“Harry, hi!”

“Aunt Sarah?” Izzy’s ears perk up, some pink paint on her cheeks that you have no idea how it got there, because her painting doesn’t even have any pink in it.

“Hi Izzy! So good to hear your voice!” she chuckles through the phone.

“Sarah, you’re gonna be at the studio Monday morning, right?” Harry asks and you can’t not notice how his voice changed the slightest bit as soon as he started talking about business.

“Yeah and Mitch is coming too,” she confirms.

“Okay then how about you come in tomorrow morning, Y/N?”

“But what about Izzy?”

“She can come too. I’ll look after her while you discuss the details, it’s no big deal. It’s been a while since the last time she came to work with me,” he smirks over at the little girl, who is already excited to spend some more time with her daddy at his workplace.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Absolutely,” he nods smiling.

“Thank you, well then I’m okay with tomorrow if it’s fine for you as well, Sarah.”

“That would be perfect! Thank you guys both, Mitch and I really appreciate it.”

“No worries,” Harry nods, going back to his painting. You take Sarah off the phone as you say your goodbye before ending the call.

You start Monday off with some extra excitement. Not just because you are about to get booked for another event, but also because it’s going to be the first time you see Harry at his workplace. He has been quite good at keeping his business separated from his private life, it never really happens that you catch him dwell about anything work related whenever he is home and around Izzy. The phone call with Sarah was like a tiny glimpse of what he might be like when he is in work mode and you’re kind of curious to see more of this side of him.

Just as usual, Harry takes care of Izzy in the morning while you get ready on your own. You want to look good, not only are you going to meet more of his friends, but people he works with. Or should you say, people who work for him.

You choose a light pink dress, throwing a white knitted sweater over your shoulders with a pair of ballerinas. After putting on some light makeup and grabbing your purse and laptop you head downstairs to grab a quick breakfast. Izzy is already sitting at the table, still in her pajamas since her and food are a dangerous combination and Harry always makes sure to get her dressed once she is away from all of that.

“You look so pretty, Y/N!” she beams, her legs dangling from the chair as she digs into her oatmeal. Harry appears from the kitchen and he has the same look on his face like when he saw you leave for that wedding a while ago. A blush paints his cheeks as he slows his steps down, his eyes running down on the length of your body before they return to your face.

“Izzy is right, you look… really pretty, Y/N,” he compliments into your face, unlike last time when you only heard him call you pretty when he thought you were long gone.

“Thank you,” you breathe out with a soft chuckle.

The morning carries on as usual, Harry dresses Izzy for the day and then you all head out, however you stop short upon seeing the various cars parked on the driveway and the double garage.

“Maybe take the Rover, it’s got the child seat in it and I’ll take the Jaguar today,” Harry suggests as he hands you over the keys to the Rover and then nears the car he is taking for the day.

“Oh yeah, you just take the Jaguar, boss,” you chuckle under your breath, finding it a little funny that deciding on which car you’re taking for the day is even a question in someone else’s life.

Izzy sings along the radio as you follow Harry’s car into the label’s building. Of course, it’s not just some simple office building, it’s situated in the riches area of the city and the building is massive with loads of floors and a huge HES Records sign above the entrance where you meet Harry after parking down.

“Good morning, Mr. Styles! Hello, Izzy!” the woman behind the front desk smiles widely immediately, standing up from her chair to hand Harry a stack of envelopes. “Your post, sir.”

“Thank you, Veronica. Have a nice day,” Harry nods in her way as the three of you move through the hall to the elevators. Waiting for it to arrive, you glance at the board on the wall that lists everything you can find in the building and the level you should look for it at. There are endless amount of studios, at least three on each levels, offices, creative rooms and conference rooms. It’s pretty clear that HES Records manages a lot of talents and that requires a lot of space.

Arriving to the twentieth floor, which is of course the top of the building, you are in awe as you realize that the whole floor is basically Harry’s office. There’s a kind of hall area for his two assistants, he has his own conference room, his kitchen and dining area and of course, his office space. The whole place screams power and influence. The modern design of the interior makes it such a fancy work space not just for him, but for everyone else in the building. It’s truly impressive.

“Wow, Harry. This place is… amazing,” you breathe out as he walks the two of you into the conference room where Izzy immediately climbs up to one of the chairs, standing up so she can lean onto the table. Harry walks behind her and adjusts her so she just sits before she could fall off.

“Thank you. I really like this place too. I always thought it’s important to have a great place to work at,” he smiles, clearly proud of how far his business has come. “There’s a mini fridge over there, feel free to take anything you’d like. Sarah texted me on the way here that they’ll be here shortly.”

“Great, thank you,” you nod, taking a seat next to Izzy as you set your laptop up. The glass door of the room opens and one of the assistants peeks inside.

“Mr. Styles, Mrs. Wonstein is on the phone asking for you.”

“Oh, alright, give me a minute and I’ll take it.” The assistant nods and walks out. “Izzy, come with daddy a little, alright? Let Y/N do her thing.” “She can stay, if you want. I can look after her,” you tell him, but he shakes his head as Izzy climbs off the chair and running over to him, she takes his hand.

“No, just focus on this one. I’ll take care of her, don’t worry.”

“Thank you, Harry,” you smile with gratitude as the two of them walk out, leaving you alone. You start scrolling through your folders, wondering which photos you should show Sarah and Mitch, picking out some of your favorites while you wait for them, though they don’t take too long to arrive. Soon enough the glass door opens and the lovely couple walks in.

“Y/N! Hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” Sarah greets you, wrapping you in a warm hug before stepping aside.

“Hi, I’m Mitch, nice to meet you,” the groom-to-be smiles shyly as he pulls you in for a short hug as well.

“Good to meet you guys too,” you smile back at them as you all sit to the table.

“Thank you so much for meeting us in such a short notice. Our photographer bailed out on us and I was starting to really worry when Harry mentioned that you are doing this kind of stuff in your free time,” Sarah explains.

“No worries. Would you like to go over some of my previous works?” you offer and they both nod in excitement before you start clicking through some old projects.

They share their vision for the whole wedding and the kind of pictures they would like and you like their approach and feel like it’s right up your alley. They both seem to like what you show them and Sarah compliments on how well you are able to catch small, but important moments.

“The wedding won’t be too big, just friends and family, but we do want a lot of memories, it means a lot to us,” Sarah explains and you nod, noting everything she says.

“Harry said you like this oldschool kind of vibe in your pictures,” Mitch chimes in.

“Oh, yeah. I like to make them look like they weren’t taken on a digital sometimes.”

“Do you think you can make some of those for us as well? Not all of them, just a couple,” Sarah asks.

“Sure! It’s more about the editing process, but it’s totally doable.”

You go over a few more things, making sure you’re on the same page, but you feel like things are working out perfectly. Though you guessed they would be great people, it’s still nice to work with such a nice and professional couple. You’ve had some crazy ones before, they definitely don’t make the job easy on you, but it’s not the case right now.

“Okay, so are you sure the date is okay for you? We wouldn’t want you to cancel on anything you had before just because we are Harry’s friends,” Mitch assures you, but you give them a warm smile.

“I’m totally free, don’t worry. Harry doesn’t have that kind of advantage here,” you chuckle softly.

“Thank you so much in this case. You’re truly a lifesaver,” Sarah breathes out in relief.

“Thank you for the trust. I’m really looking forward to working with you guys!”

Finishing up the meeting you pack up, chatting a little out of the business talk with Sarah and Mitch as you head over to Harry’s office.

“Hey! How did it go?” Harry asks as soon as the three of you walk in. Izzy is sitting at his desk, like a little boss, coloring something as he is sitting on the corner of the desk.

“Amazing, we owe you one for suggesting her,” Sarah sighs and you can’t help but just chuckle at how thankful she really is that you could help them out.

“You owe me no more than just one dance at the wedding,” Harry smiles at her.

“Can I dance too?” Izzy’s head perks up.

“Oh baby, you’re not coming to the wedding. You’ll be staying with Grandma, I already told you.” Izzy pouts at her dad, but she doesn’t seem to mind it that much, she quickly goes back to coloring.

“We’ll dance some other time, okay?” Sarah offers her and she nods happily.

“Can I dance with Uncle Mitch too?” she questions and Mitch just smiles down at her.

“Of course,” he hums, curling an arm around Sarah’s waist. “I have a meeting in ten so I’ll head out, I’m gonna pick James up in the afternoon, alright?” He kisses Sarah’s temple before pulling Harry into a brotherly hug. “Y/N, it was so nice to meet you and thank you for everything again,” he smiles at you, enveloping you in a quick hug as well.

“See you soon,” you smile back before he waves his last goodbye and leaves. “Who’s James?” you ask curiously.

“James is our son. He is turning three this year,” Sarah beams proudly.

“Oh! You two already have a son, that’s great! I’ll make sure to snap a bunch of photos of him too,” you chuckle.

“Please, our house is already packed with pictures, but there’s just never enough,” Sarah laughs.

The three of you chat a little longer while Izzy is busy with her coloring, talking about the wedding and whatnot, Harry invites her and Mitch over for dinner sometime and she happily says yes before business is calling her so she heads out as well.

“Okay, come one, little Sunshine. Let’s get home, Rosaline will be over soon for your piano lesson,” you smile down at Izzy who throws all her coloring stuff into one of Harry’s drawers before hopping off the leather seat.

“I’ll see you in the afternoon, okay?” Harry leans down and kisses the top of her head before pressing his lips to her cheek as well.

“Bye daddy, have a good day!” she calls out, grabbing your hand as you head to the door, Harry following behind.

“Mr. Styles, you have a meeting in five with—“ one of the assistants speaks up, but Harry stops her.

“I know, tell him I’ll be down in a minute. And please call Isaac to remind him about his deadline tomorrow,” he asks in that voice again you heard yesterday when Sarah called. There’s just something so intimidating yet exciting in the way he bosses around, but not like an asshole. He is a man in power, but he surely knows how to use it for the good.

“I forgot to talk to you about the time Izzy is spending at my mum’s, please remind me to go over it with you tonight, alright?” Harry asks and you nod as the elevator’s door opens and the two of you walk in.

“Bye daddy!” Izzy waves at him.

“Bye baby, be good! Bye Y/N!” he smiles as the door starts to close.

“See you later,” you smile back before he disappears from your sight.

The meeting with Sarah and Mitch got you buzzing, because it’s gonna be such an intimate yet beautiful wedding and those are your favorite. You can’t wait to start snapping the pictures and make their memories last forever of their big day.

You want to say thank you to Harry for suggesting you to them, so while Izzy is with Rosaline, you make a quick round to the grocery store and get everything you need to make some cupcakes, knowing well Harry loves those. He once told you that he could easily eat a dozen of those if he had the chance, so you think it’s gonna be the perfect way to thank him.

You keep the usual schedule, but after your little learning session in the afternoon, instead of heading out to the backyard to play, you suggest you bake the cupcakes together and Izzy is more than happy to help you.

It doesn’t take long for the kitchen to turn into a warzone, ingredients spilled to the counter all over the place, some music is playing in the background and you’ve been struggling to figure out how to use the different machines around the super modern kitchen.

You go all out with the decorations, you even bought some food coloring so you can make the cupcakes different colors and mess around with the icing and cream as well. You get so busy with the task on hand that time flies by faster than you expected. The two of you are still working on the decorating when the front door opens and Harry walks into the mess you’ve created in the past hours.

“What is doing on here?” he chuckles, seeing Izzy’s hair covered in flour, whipped cream on her nose and cheeks as she is throwing some sprinkles on one of the cupcakes, sitting on the kitchen island counter while you are finishing up another one.

“Oh! I wanted it to be a surprise!” you pout. “Izzy and I are making you cupcakes!”

“Why do I deserve a surprise?” he asks smirking, walking farther into the kitchen as he looks around, finding the mess quite amusing, rather than annoying. Harry knows well enough that it’s not easy to keep the place around you clean when there are kids involved in any process.

“I wanted to thank you for suggesting me to Sarah and Mitch. It was really nice of you.”

“Already told you it was nothing. Of course I suggest them a good photographer if I know one.”

You just smile at him shrugging, because no matter how hard he is trying to play it down, it meant a lot to you.

“Look daddy!” Izzy holds up her cupcake, half of it is covered with sprinkles, the other half is decorated with chocolate chips and she is clearly proud of it.

“That looks great, baby!” he smiles proudly, kissing the top of her head. “You have so much stuff on you, you could easily turn into a cupcake too,” he jokes, making her laugh.

“Be a cupcake with me, daddy!” Izzy beams and before Harry could stop her, she wipes some whipped cream to his face, getting him dirty as well. You gasp before letting out a laugh, Izzy shrieks happily seeing her dad all dressed up fancily and licking the cream off his face.

“Isabelle Styles, you have no idea what you just brought on yourself,” he warns in a low tone, already making Izzy scoot backwards as she is trying to escape, but she doesn’t have anywhere to go, the kitchen island’s edge is right behind her butt. However, she doesn’t realize it and tries to push herself back some more, deeming herself to fall right off, but before anything could happen Harry scoops her into his arms, pressing his creamy face to her cheek, making an even bigger mess that’s already there. Izzy is moving around, laughing and screaming as Harry gets some more cream to his hands, wiping it onto her anywhere he can.

“Oh my God, you are wasting all the cream!” you call him out, but it’s such a sweet moment to witness, you would never blame him for wasting it.

Harry stops attacking Izzy and turns to you with a dark look in his eyes.

“Izzy, I think Y/N looks too clean, doesn’t she?” he cocks his head to the side, exchanging a look with the girl in his arms.

“She does!” Izzy agrees as you start backing away from them. Harry sets Izzy down to her feet, grabbing the bowl with the remaining of the cream. He gets a handful for himself and lets Izzy fill her palms as well.

“Oh no, don’t you dare!” you warn them, holding up your pointing finger at them, trying to escape, but you are kind of cornered against the counter.

“It’s my house, I do whatever I want to,” he smirks, so full of himself and in a blink of the eye, they both launch themselves at you and Hell breaks loose.

They start whipping cream on you anywhere they can and when it’s gone, Harry just decides to go for anything else he can reach. Izzy is throwing sprinkles around while thanks to Harry, flour is flying everywhere, completely destroying the kitchen.

“Stop! No! I surrender!” you scream, fighting back, but it’s two against one.

“No mercy!” Harry shouts, so excited, as if he just transformed into a little boy, throwing mud around.

You grab his wrists when he tries to pour sugar on top of your head straight from the contained, holding him back, but he is so much stronger than you, it’s kind of a lost fight already. You don’t even realize how close he is, your chests are almost touching as he has you pinned against the counter, faces only about two inches away from each other. His wrist slides out of your hold, but he drops the sugar to the counter next to you. You try to snatch it to use his own weapon against him, but he is quick to stop you, forcing your hand down next to your side, but in the process he managed to bring you even closer, flushed against his hard chest and your lips part at the sudden mood change that he must be feeling as well, because the playfulness disappears from his eyes pretty fast and it’s replaced by something entirely different, something you can’t even read, because you haven’t seen it in his eyes before. And then…

Then you see his eyes flicker down to your lips, just a moment before yours move down to his. It’s that moment. It’s that exact moment when you just know you both are thinking about kissing, but you don’t know if it’s going to happen or now. You’re not even sure you want it to happen.

You fucking moron, of course you want to kiss him! That tiny voice in the back of your mind screams at you. In a heartbeat, it seems like he is about to move closer, but then the moment is interrupted and completely destroyed when a woman walks into the house, scaring you to death.

“Wow, it seems like Izzy took over control completely,” she comments, walking further into the house as you jump away from Harry, suddenly very aware of the mess you’ve made.

“Gemma, what—“ Harry starts, but he is quickly cut off.

“Don’t ask what I’m doing here, I literally texted you today that I would come by and you said it’s okay.” She gives him a look before her eyes move over to you as you’re trying to somehow clean everything up, but it’ll take a little longer probably. “You must be Y/N, hi! I’m Gemma, Harry’s sister.”

She steps over to you holding out a hand and you reach for it, but then stop, seeing that your palms are all floury. You both let out a chuckle, deciding to just move over the handshake.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, though it would have been better if we met when I didn’t have whipped cream in my eyes,” you joke.

“Auntie Gemma, we made cupcakes, do you want one?” Izzy runs up to her, holding up a cupcake that was finished, unlike the majority that are going to have poor decorations, since Harry and Izzy decided to use everything in the fight. Now it’s the floor that’s covered with icing, cream and sprinkles.

“Maybe later, sweetie, but they look awesome!”

As you wipe your face with a kitchen towel, you can feel Harry’s gaze on you, your heart beating so fast in your chest, it’s pushing all the blood up into your head that’s already feeling dizzy. What would have happened if Gemma didn’t walk in? Would has he kissed you? Or did you misread the situation and it was nothing just part of the game?

You busy yourself with cleaning up as Harry cleans himself a little with a paper towel before stepping closer to his sister.

“I totally forgot you texted, I replied in the middle of a meeting, I think I didn’t process the message.”

“It’s fine,” Gemma sighs. “I’m already used to my little brother forgetting about me,” she teases him, but he just rolls his eyes at her.

“Let me just help Y/N clean up the kitchen and I’ll be right with you. Would you mind cleaning Izzy off?” Harry asks her, but you stop him short.

“Oh, I’ll take care of this, don’t worry,” you assure him, but as his eyes snap over at you, you lose your voice. He clearly felt the moment as well earlier and now it’s kind of getting awkward, you don’t really want to be left alone with him right now. Not until you figure out what this whole thing was.

“Are you sure? I mean I was the one who started it and—“

“It’s fine,” you try your best to smile at him without overheating. He is standing several feet away from you, but you can still feel what it felt like to be pushed up against him.

Harry hesitates, his eyes following your every move while you are trying to busy yourself and act normal, while you are literally crumbling inside. You almost kissed your boss in the middle of his kitchen, you need a moment to process that.

“Alright, let me know if you need help,” he murmurs before picking Izzy up and heading upstairs to clean them both, Gemma following them right behind. When they are out of your sight, you lean against the counter, breathing out heavily.

Meanwhile upstairs, Harry hands Izzy his phone to play some games while he cleans her and himself off in the bathroom. Gemma sits on the edge of the tub, eyeing her brother curiously, which Harry notices.

“What?” he asks, stripping Izzy out of her dirty clothes.

“What was all that about?”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw you, Harry. You were like, ready to snog Y/N right then and there when I walked in. Did I miss something?”

“No idea what you’re talking about and I would appreciate it if you didn’t bring this up when it’s not just the two of us,” he replies firmly, looking down at the girl who is obliviously tapping on the screen. Gemma just rolls her eyes before leaving the two of them alone.

Wandering down she finds you scrubbing the counters from the mess you’ve made, deep in your thoughts. Seeing her walk in, you shoot her a smile, not sure what to say or if you even should say anything, but when she grabs a towel for herself and starts helping, you speak up.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.”

“Don’t be silly, I’m happy to help,” she smiles, as she starts cleaning the kitchen island up. “So how do you like working for my brother, so far? He mentioned what happened with the daycare. Honestly, those mothers are entitled spoiled brats,” she scoffs making you smile.

“They weren’t too delightful even before the whole fiasco,” you chuckle softly. “But I really like it here. There are a lot more perks and it’s so much easier to focus on one kid than to have fifteen at a time,” you point out making her laugh.

“Yeah, I’m good with my two, don’t think I could handle more.”

“Oh, you have kids?”

“Yes, two sons. Beau is turning ten this year and Jasper turned six in January.” Gemma pulls out her phone from her back pocket and unlocking it she shows you the homescreen that has a picture of two adorable boys sitting on a bench next to each other, munching on a big bowl of strawberries. The younger one, Jasper has a red sunhat on his head while Beau is rocking some cool sunglasses.

“Oh my God, they look so much like you!”

“I get that a lot and honestly, they really should!” Gemma scoffs. “It took twenty fucking hours for Jasper’s big head to come out!”

“Wow that sounds way too much,” you laugh and Gemma nods with a tired, but clearly proud smile.

“Yeah, but it was worth it. Anyway, after my two boys, Izzy is the little princess of the family.”

“The boys get along well with her?” you ask as you both keep cleaning.

“They act like her big brothers, they get so protective over her!”

“That’s cute.”

“Yeah, they really are. My mom has this summer barbeque every year, if Harry doesn’t invite you with him then I’m doing it now, because you need to see how crazy out family gets,” she smirks at you. “All of our cousins and the kids are there, it’s a whole parade.”

“I’m sure it’s a lot of fun,” you smile at her. “One of my friends in high school had a really big family and they always invited me to birthdays at their place, I loved how lively and buzzing it was always.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to get together from time to time,” she nods smiling. “So do you have a boyfriend or something?” she asks then, implying that she is not even sure if you are playing on the team she is assuming.

“Oh, um, no. It’s just me for now. So no boyfriend for me.” Your answer, making sure it gives her the information she was trying to get as well.

“Are you done interrogating her, Gem?” Harry appears from upstairs, Izzy running ahead of him before smashing herself against Gemma’s legs.

“We’re just having a chat, is that a crime now?” she rolls her eyes. “Swear to God, he is such a control freak sometimes,” she then adds turning to you.

“Would you stop offending me in my own house?” Harry gives him a look. Gemma leans down and picks Izzy up into her arms.

“Izzy, you really should tell your dad to pull the stick out of his as—“

“You are not finishing that!” Harry cuts her off and you can’t push your laughter back. Harry’s eyes meet yours over Gemma’s shoulders and he realizes that you are still all dirty and messed up. “Y/N, go and take a shower if you want. We’ll take this over, alright?”

It wasn’t an order, but you feel like it was a very firm suggestion. He is clearly uncomfortable with you talking to Gemma and though you’re not sure why, you don’t want to upset him, so just nodding you drop the kitchen towel and head upstairs to clean yourself up.

“I hope you didn’t say anything to upset her,” Harry comments as he takes over the cleaning. Gemma grimaces.

“What could have I possibly said? I was just trying to get to know her!”

“You are always a little too up in my business, Gems,” he sighs.

“Daddy, can I watch some TV, please?” Izzy asks, tugging on his pants.

“Sure. Do you need me to switch it on?”

“No, I’m a big girl, I can do it,” Izzy nods before running off, leaving the siblings alone.

“Didn’t know Y/N was your business,” Gemma tilts her head to the side. Harry opens his mouth to defend himself, but nothing comes out. He was caught with this one. “Oh my God. I knew I walked in on something, you have a thing for her!” Gemma gasps with wide eyes.

“Stop with this! You and Niall are like some middle schoolers, it’s so fucking annoying!”

“So Niall sees it too, huh?”

“Niall is an idiot,” he points out. “He is… obsessed with this idea that I should start dating again and he thinks I should make a move on Y/N.”

“Well, he is an idiot, but he has a point.”

“No he doesn’t!” Harry argues, but Gemma just rolls her eyes.

“So you want to die alone? Is that your plan?”

Harry has always hated his sister’s bluntness. She never held herself back when it came to giving her opinion, whether it was wanted or not. But what Harry hates even more is that most of the time… Gemma is right.

He doesn’t want to die alone, no one wants that, but being with someone is a hard topic for Harry after losing the person he thought he would spend the rest of his life with. Even just the thought makes him feel like he is doing something bad, like he shouldn’t even be thinking about anyone but his wife, even years after the tragedy.

“Harry, look…” Gemma breathes out leaning against the counter next to her brother. “I know it’s a fucked up situation and I know things are still not in the right place in your head. But eventually you’ll have to move on. We all want to see you happy and I think that… I think Maggie would want that for you as well.”

Harry tries not to physically cringe at the name, the familiar pain is already clutching his heart, like it has been since the day of the accident. Some days are easier, some days are harder, but Gemma is right. Things are still not in the right place in his head and he knows that, he is just not sure how to fix it at this point.

“I’m not saying you should date Y/N, I’m not Niall to force anyone on you. I’m just telling you to try to get out a little more, just to test the waters. But you obviously like her so if it happens to be her, it wouldn’t be a big deal, if you ask me.”

Gemma shrugs and goes back to the cleaning while Harry keeps his swirling thoughts to himself. Two of the most important people have told him the same thing recently and though part of him wants to stubbornly go against it, his rational side knows that they might be right.

But not much can be done when a man is still blaming himself for the death of his own wife. Because that’s exactly the case when it comes to Harry and no one really knows that the thought has been haunting him for years now…

After taking a quick shower, washing your hair and changing into clothes that are not covered in flour, you join Harry and Gemma downstairs and insist on finishing the rest of the cleaning while they move out to the terrace to talk. The evening goes by peacefully, Harry decides to order dinner and Gemma joins the three of you at the dining table.

You love watching the dynamic between them and they truly seem to be very close. Gemma likes to embarrass Harry with stories from their childhood and you are enjoying them all a little too much maybe, but it’s nice to think that he wasn’t always this confident businessman.

“It was so good to meet you, Y/N!” Gemma hugs you goodbye after dinner.

“You too!”

“Bye Izzy, come and give a smooch for your favorite auntie!” Squatting down she lets Izzy wrap her arms around her neck as she kisses her cheek sloppily.

“Bye Gemma,” she singsongs. Harry pulls his sister into a hug as well before walking her out.

You start washing the dishes, Izzy talking to you about whatever show she was watching earlier on TV. When Harry returns he tells you to just leave the rest of the cleaning up for him while he bathes Izzy, but you don’t listen to him and finish up while they are upstairs.

Bringing your laptop down you settle on the couch and just start scrolling through social media, reading articles and whatnot, the TV quietly playing in the background. You send out an email regarding the wedding you are attending this weekend, making sure everything is in place.

When Harry emerges again he joins you on the couch with a tired sigh.

“Thanks for washing the dishes but you really should just leave it to me when I ask you to,” he smiles at you softly.

“It’s not a big deal, I like to be useful,” you chuckle shutting your laptop down.

“As if you’re not useful enough already,” he huffs smiling to himself. “Oh, before I forget, I wanted to talk to you about Izzy going to my mum’s.”

“Oh, yeah, you mentioned it earlier.”

“Yeah. So she is going to spend a week at my mother’s and I timed it to line up with Sarah and Mitch’s wedding. So I’ll leave her at my mum’s Sunday evening and pick her up the next Sunday which lines up perfectly with the wedding on Saturday. That week is obviously free for you as well, like a paid vacation,” he chuckles.

“Sounds good. How far does your mother lives from here?”

“Just a few hours, not that horrible of a drive. If you’re up for it, we can carpool to the wedding and then pick her up together right from there and head home.”

“Yeah, that works for me, thanks,” you nod.

Harry stays and turns his attention on the TV, seemingly pretty unbothered while you still haven’t stopped thinking about what happened in the kitchen earlier. Glancing over at Harry it appears that it’s not that big of a deal for him, so it makes you settle with the thought that it’s not one for you either.

“Good night, Harry,” you smile at him grabbing your laptop and phone as you rise from your seat.

“Nigh, Y/N,” he smiles as you round the couch and head upstairs, but you stop at the bottom of the stairs, lancing back at the mop of locks that’s visible from him from behind. You watch him run his fingers through his hair and you let out a shaky breath, knowing well you did not convince yourself that it was nothing. Not for you, at least.

Because you wanted him to kiss you.

The wedding you’re attending is held on a farm owned by the parents of the bride. The whole barn was transformed into this very country like fairytale location, lots of fairy lights and candles along with some nice, pastel colored flowers with a hint of purple between them.

Everything goes planned. Arriving you meet first with the groom and then with the bride in their separated rooms of the house, going over everything they want just one last time before you get down to work, snapping loads of pictures from them getting ready for the big day.

Emily, the bride is a chatty girl and all her bridesmaids are her sisters, coming from a big family with five daughters, she is the second oldest. The groom, Jesse is a few years older than Emily, but they are such a cute couple and they are clearly so madly in love, it’s always nice to see people be so happy with the right person.

You keep going back and forth between the groom and the bride and later you do the first look thing as well, when Jesse stands outside in the field and Emily walks up behind him, letting him see her for the first time. It really is always such a special moment and you tear up as well, watching Jesse fall speechless upon seeing his beautiful fiancé.

As the ceremony is about to start and the guests slowly take their seats on the two sides of the aisle, you make a quick trip down there to make sure you are using the right lenses, not wanting to change a lot when the ceremony has started. You stop in the corner, just trying out if you can shoot some pictures of the guests as well with the lens you are planning to use, you take a look around using the camera and that’s when you almost faint.

You would pick out that face from any, it has grown to you way too much, but you didn’t think you’d ever see him again. Lowering the camera you stare at the tall figure with parted lips, blinking a few times just to make sure it’s who you think it is.

But it is in fact your ex-fiancé, Keith, and to make it even worse, the woman standing next to him with his arm around her waist is the one he cheated on you with. They are still together and now you are staring right at them.

Tears sting your eyes as you try to look for a way to escape before he spots you, though you know he’ll see you sooner or later, but right now they are standing right at the entrance of the barn and you can’t avoid walking past them.

Keeping your head down you try to stay unnoticed as you march towards the exit, but you apparently, you are out of luck.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Keith calls after you just when you thought you were successful in sneaking out. Stopping in your tracks you seriously think about just running off, pretending like you didn’t even hear him, but it’s kind of too late and it would be ridiculous. So turning around on your heels, you plaster the fakest smile on your lips as you look at him.

“Keith, hi!” you breathe out, taking just a few steps closer to him, still keeping some distance between the two of you. Stella, the lucky woman on his arm blinks at you and at first you’re not even sure she realizes who you are or if she even knows you. The longer she looks at you the more certain you become that she indeed does not know that you’re the woman Keith cheated on with her. Nice.

Keith realizes that the two of you have been staring at each other awkwardly, so clearing his throat he quickly introduces the two of you to each other.

“Um, Y/N, this is Stella. Stella, this is… Y/N.”

You can tell he was thinking about using titles, but he decided to leave it at that, though it would have been a lot more interesting if he just titled the two of you.

Y/N, this is the woman I cheated on you with, who is my girlfriend now. Stella, this is Y/N, to whom I was engaged when I was fucking you!

You flash her a quick, not too honest smile and it seems like she is catching onto that something is not right, but she can’t tell for sure.

“What are you doing here?” Keith asks, a little harsher than you would have liked him to talk to you, but it’s kind of understandable. Seeing each other after what happened is not a pleasant experience for either of you, you assume. You hold up the camera as the answer for the stupid question and Keith furrows his eyebrows at you. “Oh, you still to the photography thingy?”

“Thingy?” you ask, quite offended. Keith always belittled your love for photography. He thought it was just a hobby, something that should stay just a hobby and not get turned into anything more. He once told you during a fight that it takes your time away from more important things, like doing chores. That was one of the most sexist things he has ever said to you and you should have packed your stuff right then and there. But you didn’t, stuck around for three more months before you found out about the cheating.

“Well, this thingy is kind of a side job for me,” you inform him.

“Oh. That sounds… fun,” he nods, but it’s clearer than daylight that he thinks it’s just a waste of time. Good thing he has no business in anything about you anymore.

“Um, I’m gonna go now, but I guess see you two around.” You shoot them another fake smile before turning around and walking away from this conversation straight from Hell.

Marching away from the barn you rush into the nearest bathroom you can find. You need a minute. Or maybe two… five. This did not just happen. You didn’t just face your cheating ex-fiancé with the woman he cheated on you, what kind of sick movie plot is this you found yourself in?

Placing your camera to the counter near the sink you wash your hands and sprinkle some water to your face as well before you lean to the edge of the sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You look like you’ve just seen a ghost and quite frankly, you would have been happier with the ghost than with Keith and Stella.

You’ve been doing alright since the breakup, but it’s obvious that only because you didn’t have to see Keith. Following the blowup when you found the explicit texts in his phone, you only had to face him twice and never since then. It’s easier to be okay when you don’t have to look at the person who hurt you most all the time, but coming face to face with him now really threw you off, especially with Stella on his arm. The fucker did not only cheat on you with her, but he went straight into a relationship with her and she probably doesn’t even know that she was just the sidechick in the beginning. If you were really evil, you’d go up to her and enlighten her about who you really are, but you are not one to cause a scene. Keith kept the two of you apart consciously, he never let you go into his office because he wanted Stella to think that he is a single man while he was engaged. Sickening to think how slyly he played the both of you and even after his little plan failed, he kept lying to the poor girl and lured her into a relationship. You wonder if he is already fucking another girl behind her back.

Your fingers start to turn white, gripping the edge of the sink tightly so you loosen up a bit, shaking your arms and shoulders off to pull yourself together. You fix your makeup and run your fingers through your hair quickly to give it some volume before grabbing the camera from the counter and heading out. However shocking it is to be at the same place as Keith again, you have a job to do right now and the bride and groom are expecting some amazing photos and that’s exactly what you’re gonna deliver.

You manage to busy yourself to the point where you are able to forget about Keith’s existence for most of the time. Following the happy couple around you don’t get too much free time, the camera is glued in front of your face basically and it brings you some peace. For a while.

Emily and Jesse disappear for an outfit change and it gives you a short break since they didn’t want that to be photographed, only when they return. So you get yourself a virgin cocktail from the bar and head outside to get some fresh air. You text back Heather and Trevor and then just scroll through Instagram, enjoying some alone time from the buzzing you’ve been around all day.

“Y/N!”

Turning to your right you spot Keith walking towards you, this time alone, but it doesn’t stop you from rolling your eyes.

“What do you want?” you mumble under your breath.

“Just… though we could chat for a little. It’s been a long time.”

“Not enough,” you retort. “And I would like to skip the chatting.”

“Come on, you can’t be still that mad at me,” he chuckles and you almost punch him in the face right then and there.

“Well I am. So go back to your little girlfriend and leave me alone.”

“I know things didn’t end too well, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be civil towards each other.” You can’t help the laughter that bubbles from your throat. He can’t be serious, trying to act like the bigger person now after everything he has done to you. This has got to be a joke.

“This is me being civil, because I’m not throwing anything at you. So leave me the fuck alone, let me do my job and then we hopefully don’t see each other again.”

“Come on. You don’t miss me, baby?” he smirks at you, completely ignoring what you just told him. You physically cringe at the pet name he just called you and you take a step away from him, needing the distance more than ever.

“I don’t. Now leave.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Too fucking bad. Now leave!” you raise your voice, but it does nothing. He is still standing there, looking at you like he didn’t completely destroy you just about a year ago.

“Heard that you haven’t dated anyone since we broke up.”

“Are you asking around after me?” you scowl.

“We have a few mutual friends,” he shrugs. “Is it because you still want me?”

“My dating life is none of your business, Keith. And I don’t want you. Quite frankly, I don’t even know how I could ever want you, so now please let me enjoy my break and leave me alone.”

“Y/N, I just—“ Keith reaches for your hand, but you pull back before he could touch you, holding up a finger at him you start talking slowly and very clearly so the message goes through.

“Don’t ever fucking touch me or talk to me. I want nothing to do with you, you’re a manipulating, cheating, egoistic asshole who ruins the life of others. I’m telling you this for the last time, Keith: leave me the fuck alone.”

He looks a bit stunned at your harsh response, but you couldn’t care less if you’ve hurt him. He did way worse things to you than snapping at you. As you walk past him to head back into the barn, he doesn’t let the chance to punch you in the stomach with his words one last time.

“I wish I could say you were a good fuck, but that wouldn’t be true. Good luck finding some lowlife loser who would even think about marrying you!”

Every fiber in your body is screaming to launch yourself at him and punch him until he is unconscious, because that’s exactly what he deserves. The tears are already stinging your eyes, but you don’t give him the satisfaction to see you react to his words. So swallowing hard you just keep on walking until you are out of his sight, bottling up the sobs and tears for the time when you’re home and on your own.

It’s past two am when you arrive home, drained and exhausted, both emotionally and exhausted. Following the conversation you had wit Keith he didn’t try to talk to you anymore, but you could always feel his eyes on you, wherever you were, as if he wanted to see if you are watching him too, but you weren’t. Looking at him would have been too painful so you tried your best to keep your eyes away from him through the night.

You know damn well that what he told you when you were leaving was just to get a reaction out of you, to get you upset enough to start a fight with him, it’s just who he is, he enjoys having the last word and the higher ground in every situation, but you didn’t want to be his partner in his stupid games this time. However it still hurt, what he said.

Walking into the dead silent house you kick your shoes off, drop your keys into the little bowl next to the door and head to the kitchen to get yourself some water. Pouring yourself a glass you lean against the counter and as you stare ahead of you, nothing can stop the tears from falling.

Everything you kept bottled up during the afternoon and evening just hits you all at once, making you break down heavier than any time in the past months. You sob and cry, letting it all out until your head feels like exploding, but you still can’t stop. You were not ready to face the man that broke your heart like no one before.

In the middle of your breakdown you don’t even realize the footsteps coming from the stairs.

“Y/N?” Harry’s voice calls out, snapping you out of your pity party. He immediately sees that you’ve been crying like a baby, no doubt, but you still try to wipe your cheeks and eyes, pretending like everything is totally fine.

“Harry! What are you doing up so late?” you breathe out hoarsely.

“Just wanted to get some water, but have you been crying? What happened, are you alright?” he starts bombarding you with questions, clearly worried about you, seeing you in this state.

“Everything is fine, I just… had a rough night,” you chuckle through your tears that are still rolling down your cheeks, those bastards!

“A rough night doesn’t make you sob like this. What happened?” Rounding the kitchen island he stops in front of you, not sure how to approach the situation, but it’s kind of sweet how he wants to help, but doesn’t know how.

“I, uhh—I met my… ex-fiancé tonight. He was at the wedding I worked at,” you mumble shutting your eyes closed.

“Did he hurt you? Y/N, if he laid a hand on you, I swear—“ “No, he didn’t hurt me,” you shake your head before adding: “Well, not physically.”

“Come on, let’s sit down for a bit.” He gently takes your hand and pulls you to the couch in the living room, making you sit before he plops down next to you. “Tell me what happened.”

“It’s really stupid, I shouldn’t be this upset about it, but I just… It hurt and I can’t change it,” you whine, wiping some more tears away.

“I’m sure it’s not stupid. Tell me what happened!”

“He was there with the woman he cheated on me with. They are basically a couple now, but she doesn’t even know that Keith was engaged to me when they started dating, so it’s really fucked up. And it wouldn’t have been that big of a deal, because, you know, fuck him, he can do whatever he wants, it’s not my business anymore, but then he came up to me and tried to chitchat with me, which I didn’t really want, of course.”

Harry listens carefully, giving you his undivided attention while you fumble with the hem of your shirt, kind of avoiding to look him in the eyes. Part of you is afraid you’d see judgment in them and you don’t think you would be able to handle that.

“I asked him to leave me alone, but he just kept talking and then I snapped at him a little harsher and when I was walking away he…”

You scowl again, hearing his words play in your head so clearly, as if he was standing behind you, repeating them to you. Harry reaches out and he gently covers your hand with his warm palm, giving it a gentle squeeze, letting you know that he is patiently waiting, not rushing you to talk. Taking a deep breath you blink your tears away before continuing.

“He basically said that I wasn’t even a good fuck and no man will want to marry me.”

“Jesus fuck, what kind of asshole did you date, Y/N?” Harry snaps in horror and it’s kinda funny, makes you laugh through your tears.

“Seems like the worst kind,” you mumble with a bitter chuckle. “I know I shouldn’t have let his words get to my head, but… it’s easier said than done. I feel like such a loser,” you breathe out, your lips trembling as the tears are threatening to flow again.

“Don’t blame yourself for having feelings, it’s completely normal. Of course his words hurt, he once meant a lot to you and he probably knows that too, that’s why he tried to use it against you. What he said held no truth.”

“You think so?” you ask, voice barely more than just a whisper as you finally look at him. His green irises appear so warm as he smiles at you, squeezing your hand again. He scoots a little closer, his knee bumping against the side of your thigh.

“Y/N, I know so,” he chuckles. “That guy was a proper idiot for what he did to you. You didn’t deserve any of that and any many would be lucky to have you as their wife.”

“Really?” you pout, feeling so touched and loved from his words. It’s exactly the reassurance you needed.

“Absolutely,” he nods smiling sweetly.

Everything that happened today messed with your head big time. And now sitting with Harry on the couch, listening to him telling you how worthy you are of love and happiness, it completely throws you off. Ever since that moment in the kitchen before Gemma walked in, you’ve been nonstop thinking about what would have happened and it made you notice even the tiniest things about him.

Harry Styles is a man who is clearly a sight for the eyes, with his chiseled jawline, pink lips and gorgeous green eyes, the duality of his powerful and business appropriate attires he wears during the day and the tattoos hidden under his dress shirts, you’d have to be blind to say that he is not an attractive man. But on top of everything on the outside, he is a wonderful person on the inside and it twists your head more than you’d like it.

Your brain switches off for a moment, or just the rational side, but you completely stop thinking as you stare at each other. The intimacy and emotionality of the moment pushes all your common sense to the side as your gaze wanders down his lips.

The thought of kissing him comes fast and before you could even stop yourself, you move forward and press your lips to his. The touch of his lips against yours is sweet and warm and kind of intoxicating, but in just a blink of the eye your rationality gets a grip of you and your eyes pop open in realization of what you just did. Pulling back you gasp and cover your mouth in shock, feeling your whole inside trembling at the thought of getting yourself fired by this move.

Harry seems frozen and quite shocked as well, his lips are parted as he stays still in his spot.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I-I don’t know what’s gotten into me! Harry, I’m sorry, I promise—“

You start rambling in panic, but you don’t get to finish. Harry moves forward, his hand coming to the back of your head as he pulls you in for another kiss, this time making it a lot more passionate and even your tongues get involved. He is kissing you hard and you almost moan into his mouth when you feel his other hand come to your thigh, squeezing it just enough to send a shockwave up your spine. Your hands come up to the back of his hair and you hold onto him for dear life, carrying the kiss on like you’re two teenagers in your parents’ basement, doomed to get caught any moment. Harry goes in again and again, tugging on your bottom lip, licking into your mouth and making your insides twist just from having his lips on yours.

And then you both let go of each other, needing some time to breathe and you slowly realize what just happened. You both stare at each other in disbelief, completely shocked at your own actions, but neither of you have any idea what should happen next.

You let go of each other, sitting back to your normal positions, awkwardly breathing heavily and you realize you cannot deal with this right now. You are way too drained and tired to make it make sense so you decide to just… call it a night.

“I’ll head to bed,” you quietly inform him as you stand up from the couch, walking like a zombie, the shock still clouding your judgment.

“Good night,” Harry mumbles, just as confused as you are.

“Good night,” you nod and basically sprint up the stairs and don’t stop until you shut your door behind you.

Leaning your back against it, you slide down to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest as you stare into the darkness for long minutes. Quite some time passes by before you hear Harry walk upstairs, his door opens and then closes before silence falls on the house again. With a blank mind, you push yourself up, take a quick shower and just go to bed, ignoring everything that has happened today. You’ll deal with it in the morning.

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just-a-really-tall-girl-tbh · 3 years

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Grounded

Summary: Y/n is kidnapped and forced to reveal secrets of the pack

Pairing: Derek X Reader

Warnings: Blood, torture, swearing

Word count: 2605

Original piece please don’t copy

The school bell rang for the final time that day, a collective sigh of gratitude echoed in the room, the teenagers grateful to be released from the maths teacher’s class. Gathering your books, you stacked them in a neat pile before exiting the room, offering a small smile to your defeated teacher. It wasn’t her fault maths sucked and no one enjoyed it, you did feel bad for her on some level but also who the hell would willingly dedicate their life to teaching numbers?

Entering the hallway, you made your way through the sea of teenagers, everyone desperate to go home for the weekend. Reaching your locker, you grabbed the couple books you needed, shoving them into your backpack, thinking about the homework you had due on Monday you sighed. The door to your locker slammed shut before you could close it.

“Hey, you ready?” Stiles smiled.

“I told you I can walk home.” You rolled your eyes, walking away from the boy. Surprised by your quick movement, Stiles jogged to catch up to you, throwing an arm lazily around your shoulders.

“I know you can walk home but why would you when you have me?”

Exiting the main doors of the high school, you welcomed the fresh warm air, the smell of angsty teens left behind you. Reaching the end of the pavement, you saw the jeep parked a few cars away.

“Stiles I want to walk.” You turned to face the boy.

“Y/n, you heard what Derek said okay? All these recent attacks? The break ins and thefts? He doesn’t want you alone.” Stiles tried to reason with you. Knowing the recent spike in criminal activity was less than likely to involve the supernatural, you felt safe walking the 20-minute trip home. In fact, you enjoyed the peace it brought you. Half of the walk was through the woods, a quiet haven from the busy high school, and being autumn, you relished in the yellow and orange leaves that swept through the small woodlands.

“Stiles. It’s 20 minutes. I’ll text you when I get home okay?” Stiles sighed.

“You know Derek is going to kill me if I let you, you know, that right? You like the idea of alive Stiles because I do! And I am not letting you be the reason I don’t make it to my 20’s okay?”

“Derek doesn’t have the balls to kill you.” You turned on the heel of your foot, headed towards the woods, leaving a defeated Stiles in your wake.

“I’m telling Derek you said he has no balls!” He called after you. You let out a small laugh, grabbing your headphones from your backpack, and your phone from your pocket, you scrolled through your playlist, deciding today was the perfect day for (Your current favourite song).

Entering the woods, you felt a rush of calm wash over you, the stressful week was pushed to the back of your mind, your thoughts centred on the surrounding woods. You stepped over exposed roots and around large bushes, glancing up at the sky you watched as the wind swept through the foliage, the ageing leaves dancing in the light breeze. The sun peaked through the cracks, determined to reach the forest floor, providing the perfect amount of light for your stroll. The floor of the woods had been coated in fallen leaves, leaving a blanket of red and orange below your feet. Taking a moment to stop and appreciate the tranquillity the forest provided you, you felt your phone buzz in you pocket.

Home yet? I’m this close to sending out a search party!

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head you began typing a response.

You need to…

Before you could finish you felt a knock to your head, your vision distorted, the soft sound of music playing through your headphones which were now next to you on the forest floor, was the only thing you could hear before everything went black.

***

Another blow straight to your stomach knocked the wind out of you. Coughing and spluttering you attempted to regain your breath, each inspiration hurting more than the last.

“Oh, you are so going to regret that.” You mumbled.

Leaning to the side of the chair you spat a mixture of saliva and blood to the ground, you couldn’t tell where the source of the blood was coming from, maybe your lip, or maybe the inside of your mouth. Too many lacerations to your face meant it all blended into one.

You raised your eyes to meet your rival, struggling to see through the blood you saw one man wiping his fists on an old rag, your blood coating his knuckles. He faced a woman to your left, who sat with one bent knee up on a bench. Her back leaning against the wall adjacent to you, a smug grin on her face.

You rotated your wrists which were bound behind you, the thick rope digging into your skin. Your ankles were bound too, tied to the legs of the wooden chair you sat on.

“You’re going to tell us what we want sweetie, its just a matter of how beat up that pretty face is going to be before you tell us.” The woman commented, as she played with her fingernails, pushing the cuticles back. If she was trying to look disinterested, she was doing a great job. But you were ready for this. You trained for this. You knew what was coming, and if it meant keeping your friends, the pack, safe, then you would gladly take whatever they threw at you.

The mans fist connected with your jaw once more, snapping you out of your daze. The room began to spin around you, and your vision blurred. Trying to recenter yourself you pulled at your wrists, the pain of the rope grinding into your skin giving you something to focus on.

“Alright careful there, big guy, we need her conscious if we’re going to get that information.” The woman stood from her seat, striding slowly over to you, before bending at the waist in front of you. She reached out to grab your face, but as soon as her fingers made contact with your skin you pulled away. A stern look, on your face made the woman let out a small laugh.

“You’re a tough one aren’t you.” She turned her head, almost admiring your battered body before her. “Too bad that doesn’t mean shit around here.” Grabbing your hair, she yanked your head back, exposing your neck to the room. Moving to stand behind you she held out her other hand, gesturing towards the man in front of you. Without a word exchanged, the man grabbed a knife from a nearby table, its blade glinting in the moonlight the small window above you allowed.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea who you are dealing with do you?” The woman whispered in your ear, her grip on your hair only tightening as she neared the knife to your throat. You felt the cold edge, lightly cross your neck, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough for you to avoid swallowing.

Taking a deep breath in you closed your eyes. Grounding yourself was apart of your training, something that was drilled into you from the beginning. Breathing in again, you picked up on the different smells the room produced, sweat from the man in front of you, poorly masked by his cheap cologne. The sweet smell of the woman’s hair from behind, her locks dangling beside your face. The overwhelming metallic smell of blood being the most potent. You changed your focus to your heartbeat. Feeling it pounding against your chest begging to be released you pictured your heart slowing, its contractions reducing with every breath you took. Steadying your breathing was next. Cautious of the blade still connected to your neck you breathed in through your nose, holding in for a few seconds before releasing softly through your mouth. Repeating those steps, you were able to regain some stability. You were still in the same crappy scenario but at least now you were calmer. A panicking person is an interrogators wet dream. A calm person, their nightmare.

Sensing your self-control increase, the woman let go of your hair, moving the knife from your neck to the table beside the man. Standing before you once more, she knelt in front of you, keeping one knee up for balance, she waited for your eyes to open once more. Regaining the control, you almost lost, you felt strong enough to open your eyes once more. Staring at you the woman barely moved, she was searching your eyes for something, her expression a mixture of shock and impressed.

“You’re not afraid.” Her words barely above a whisper. Your only response was a return glare. A small smile creeping on to the face of your kidnapper. “They trained you well.”

Standing, she turned to the man behind her, whispering something in his ear before turning back to face you, her arms crossed against her chest. The man dropped the rag he was still holding and left the room, the sound of the door locking behind him.

“Let’s cut the bullshit honey. You have information I need. And I know I’m not going to break you, not by torturing you anyways. So, let’s try something else, shall we?” The woman began to pace back and forth in front of you, the small room only allowing her a few steps before being forced to turn around again. Your eyes followed her, left and right, before she stopped in front of you once more, still facing forward.

Taking in a sharp breath, she spoke. “How’s your sister doing?” She turned to face you. Refusing to let her know she was finally making some progress with you, you remained staring at her. Resuming her pacing she continued speaking.

“She’s what 5 now? Gosh so young. But you know what they say right? They grow up so fast.” Your eyes tracked the woman, more intently than before. This woman knew your family. Something that was always off limits when the pack was involved. Your attempts at shielding them from the supernatural had been successful, keeping that part of your life private even from Derek. And here this woman stood, threatening them. Threating to take away your motivation to make the world safer. Unfazed by your lack of reaction the woman carried on.

“Soon enough she’ll be going to high school, making friends, maybe even realising who her sister really is.” She stopped before you once more, bending at the waist she placed her hands on the arms of the chair you were bound to. “You didn’t think you could protect them, forever did you?” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. No amount of calm breathing could ground you now. “Aw babe.” Her hand raised to your cheek, ready to wipe away the falling tear. You only pulled away from her once more, hating the way her skin on yours felt. “Don’t tell me I hit a nerve, did I? Sucks doesn’t it. Well, there is one way of ensuring your little family stay naïve to the world around them.” She stood tall once more, her voice now deeper, more sinister than before. “Tell me what I want to know.”

You had no choice, right? She threatened your family, your sister. You protected them from so long, only for you to be the reason they are in danger. Looking down at your lap, tears hit your thighs unable to control them you simply let them fall. Taking a deep breath, you looked up at the woman before you, a smirk present on her face which made it so much harder to say what you were about to. But the images of your sister raced through your mind. The way her hair shone in the autumn sun, the way her smile reached her eyes when she was really, truly happy, the way she greeted you after school every day by running down the front path directly into your arms. That was the highlight of your day, finishing school and-

Wait

You never responded to Stiles.

You never texted him back, and the kidnappers were kind enough to bring your phone into the room with you – hoping to get some information.

Your eyes moved to the door behind the woman, a loud crash followed by a heavy grunt sounded from behind the entranceway. The woman whipped her head around, only to be met by silence. She slowly approached the doorway.

“Adrian…?”

Silence

The woman turned back to you, unsure of herself. You only had a small smirk as a response. Before she could question you, the door busted open, barely remaining on its hinges, a rush of dust filled the room. Watching ahead as the dust clouds engulfed the woman, you heard a deafening roar followed by a petrified scream. Small thuds followed, as the dust reached your eyes you began coughing, the sudden pain in your ribs swiftly returning.

Two hands were placed on your shoulders, looking up you were met by two green eyes.

“Hey, you okay?” A worried Derek scanned your face, concern riddled him as he saw the multiple cuts and bruising before him. You could only nod, the dust denying you the ability to speak.

Moving behind you, he effortlessly cut the ties that bound your hands, then your legs. Using the arms of the chair to stable yourself, you attempted to stand, wincing when the pain became too much. Derek moved to your side, wrapping your arm over his shoulder. Carefully placing his arm around you, resting his hand on your hip he accepted most of your weight, attempting to make standing and walking easier. As you took a few steps forward, the dust cleared from your eyes and you were able to regain focus. Looking forward you saw the woman who threatened you, her back against the same wall the door was, her skin now covered in blood, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. Scott stood before her, looking down at the defeated woman, his eyes still red and his claws still present.

Clearing your throat, you stopped walking, causing Derek to pause and look over to you. You peered down at the woman, no longer in a position of power, she looked smaller, more gaunt than before. Her eyes showed she was petrified, providing some comfort to you after what she did.

“Sucks doesn’t it?” a whisper of a smirk present on your lips.

Proceeding to step forward through the doorway you were met by a panting Stiles, his arms stretched out in front of him, you couldn’t tell him to stop before his body connected with yours. You inhaled sharply, grimacing as pain rang throughout your body.

Derek used his free hand to grab Stiles by the shoulder, pulling him away from you, a small growl forming in his chest.

“Oh, shit sorry of course you’re hurt shit sorry.” The boy stumbled over his words, his eyes finally taking in the battered sight before him. He moved to the side of you not occupied by Derek, his help was welcomed by you, suddenly feeling lightheaded from standing.

The three of you began walking forward towards the exit of the building.

“Is now a good time to tell Derek, you think he has no balls?” Stiles piped up earning a death glare from Derek. “No? Okay we can come back to that.” You used whatever energy you had left to shake your head.

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years

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Birthday girl

I can't believe I did that, but here we are. This fits the "Multiple partners/gangbang" square from the Summer Bingo. With our favorite boys; Mike, Rafael, Sonny & Mike.

Words count: 3,9k

Warnings: Gangbang, p in v, creampie, spanking (slightly)

Sorry if there's any typos...

@thatesqcrush

You had a lot of hopes for your 30th birthday. Not just for the celebration itself but also in general. You thought that by now, you would be in a serious relationship, maybe with a kid or two, or at least planning on having one. You had many things you wanted to do before you were 30, but now that you think about it, you didn’t do much of those things. You’re actually far from it.

It just hurts to see people around you having their life together. Your best friend is married to a lovely man, she has a two year old boy and is pregnant with a second and she owns her business. Your sister - older than you - is traveling all around the world with her husband and their dog. And everytime you meet with your mother, it’s like she has to put pressure where it hurts. Every single time.

The only thing you can’t complain about is your job, and the people you work with. Being a detective at SVU is hard, it’s challenging, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. And you have the most amazing squad with you. Also, the most handsome men you ever met. Seriously. Mike, Sonny, Rafael, Nick. How could you not like your job when you see those faces 24/7?

You had expectations for your celebration party. You invited the squad to a beach house that you rented. They became your family, they are the ones you want to celebrate with. But little by little, it was falling apart. First, Amanda had to cancel since her sister is in town, and everyone knows Kim is a handful. Then, it was Liv turn. The day before, Noah got sick, so she decided to stay at home with him. That’s fair, Noah’s health first. And last but not least, your best friend and her husband canceled too. “No one to take care of the kid,” apparently. Is that what it is to have kids? Not having fun anymore? Cause if that’s it, maybe you don’t want one.

So, in the end, it’s just you and the boys. Not that you mind that thought at all.

You left early in the morning with Sonny. He offered to help you prepare the house, and go grocery shopping. “How’s the birthday girl?” he asked, gently as always.

“Kinda upset that everyone canceled. But I won’t let this ruin my day!”

“You’ll have fun anyway. We planned a few things with the guys,” he teased.

You spent the entire day annoying Sonny so he would talk. But he didn’t say a damn thing. Whatever they have prepared, you have no clue. It does stress you out a little but one thing is sure; you can trust them with your life.

Everything was ready when Mike, Nick and Rafael arrived. When Sonny opened the door to them, their arms were full. You saw booze, food, and gifts. Way too many gifts for one person. “What the hell is all of that?” you exclaimed when they dropped everything on the floor, in the living area.

“Everything we need to celebrate your 30th birthday. You will remember this weekend,” Mike said with a huge grin on his face. He walked up to you and hugged you softly. “Happy birthday Y/N,” he kissed your forehead.

Nick and Rafael did the same as Mike. Then, they quickly put their stuff in the bedrooms, before joining you and Sonny on the terrace, facing the ocean. The weather wasn’t the best, but you couldn’t care less.

“One rule for this weekend; not shop talk,” Nick warned and everyone agreed with it.

The evening started pretty smoothly. You were having drinks, eating the apéritif you and Sonny prepared earlier and chatting about nothing and everything. At some point, Rafael came back with a bottle of champagne and poured everyone a glass. “To our amazing Y/N,” he said, holding his glass in the air. “You probably have no idea what you mean to all of us and that’s actually what makes you even more lovable. We care about you more than you know. Happy birthday, querida,” he smiled and toast with you.

You looked at Rafael with puppy eyes. He and the three others know you’re not used to being praised like this, even though you deserve any less.

“This is nice! Mike, your turn,”

The sergeant obliged. He stood up and cleared his throat, “Everyone knows that me joining SVU was my dad’s idea, but honestly, I can’t thank him enough for making me. Cause now you’re in my life and girl, you won’t get rid of me. I can’t imagine my life without you, Y/N,” he paused, “and without those idiots either, but that’s not their birthdays,”

“You said it anyway,” Nick teased Mike.

“Shut up, Nick! Let him finish,” you elbowed Nick.

“Well, I was done actually. Happy birthday, honey,” he bent over to kiss your cheek and then toasted with you.

“I love you,” you mouthed to him. “Nick, now you can talk,” you were excited about this. The past weeks before your birthday hadn’t been easy, you overthink a lot about your life. You actually cried yourself to sleep the night before, but none of them know. Their words make you feel much better. You’re lucky to have them.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” he said before standing up, “We didn’t start on the right foot, you and me, probably because you never chewed your words with me and I hated it. But you were right on most of the things you ever told me. You’re - without a shadow of a doubt - the best friend I ever had. I can’t wait for us to fight like cats and dogs at the nursery home. Feliz cumpleaños, cariño,” he smiled at you and extended his glass so you could toast together, “Also, you’re hot as hell,”

It was an understatement to be honest, but Nick added this comment because he saw the tears forming in your eyes and he refused to see you cry on your birthday, because of something he said. Fortunately, it worked and you laughed instead of crying. “He’s right,” Rafael added with a wink. Of course, none of them missed how your cheeks turned bright red, even if you tried to play it cool.

“I guess it’s my turn now,” Sonny spoke and stood up. But he stayed silent for a moment, “What they said,” he simply said before sitting again.

Mike, Nick and Rafael immediately started to playfully boo him, “You suck man!” Nick exclaimed.

“You usually can’t shut up and now, that’s all you have to say?” Rafael teased him.

“Y/N should have the right to punish you,” Mike added.

“Oh yes, please! Can I punish you?” you eagerly asked.

“Oh honey,” Rafael grabbed your attention, “you don’t ask someone if you can punish them. You just do it,”

“I know, Rafi. But he’s a good catholic boy, remember? We can’t have him running out of the house, praying for our souls,”

“Y/N. You know Sonny is worse then all of us reunited,” Rafael said this so casually, he didn’t realize how it sounded.

“Dominick Carisi, you’re such a liar!” Mike shouted, “you told me you and Raf didn’t hook up!”

“Yeah well, about that? I lied,”

Sonny and Rafael exchanged sweet looks, while you were silently drinking your glass of champagne.. “Are you two dating or something?” Nick asked.

Rafael was about to say something, but Mike stood up in one quick motion and shouted even louder, “Oh my god!” The four of you looked at him, “I think what you should be asking, Nick, is if the three of them are a thing!”

One thing you hate about Mike is how he can read you like an open book. It was hard to hide from him, the night you had with Sonny and Rafael a few months ago. Now, there was no point to lie.

“I can’t believe you three hook up and didn’t say a damn thing,” Nick said.

“To be honest, I’m more offended about not being invited,” Mike added.

That’s how the night took a very different turn.

*****

“I think all the attention should be on the birthday girl,” Rafael said as he was unbuttoning his shirt. You and Sonny were kissing on one side of the couch while Mike and Nick were making out on the other side.

“Raf is right. To be fair, we have an entire weekend in this house,” Mike added.

In a matter of seconds, you were standing in the middle of the master bedroom, with the four men around you. “Mike and Nick need to know the safe word.” Rafael commented, and Sonny took his tongue out of your month to let you speak.

“Armadillo,” you said.

You can’t even begin to describe how you feel about all of this. Those four men just for you? All of their attention on you? That thought only could make cum on the spot. You had to remember the ground rules you had with Sonny and Rafael a few months ago, and the first one is not to overthink. You all know you can trust one another. You’re more safe with those four guys than with one single random guy.

Once the safe word was known to everyone, Sonny remained kissing you. You immediately granted access to his tongue, it was sloppy but passionate. Meanwhile, you felt a pair of hands taking off your top and another one taking care of your pants. “Matching underwear,” Mike commented, as he was the one staring, “You hoped for this, didn’t you?” You smiled against Sonny. You didn’t hope for a gangbang, but yes, you did hope to get lucky. But this was better than anything you hoped for.

“Of course, she did,” you heard Nick’s voice coming from behind you. He gently unhook your bra, freeing your tits and he didn’t waste a second before playing with them. Your nipples were already hard, craving for attention. “She knew she could have any of us,”

“Oh Nick, that’s worse than that. She knew she could have the four of us,” Rafael added, as one of his hands slided in your panties, feeling how hot and wet you were. “Guys, she is dripping,” he let the others know, and he gently started to tease your clit with his thumb.

As Sonny kept kissing you, Nick kept playing with your tits, and Rafael kept teasing your drenched entrance, Mike got undressed. You saw him from the corner of your eyes, and your attention quickly fell on his rock hard erection. He smiled when he noticed where you were looking and started to stroke himself. You locked eyes with him while tentatively trying to touch one of the guy's cock. Your hand landed on Sonny’s crotch and he groaned at the sensation, even through the fabric of his jeans. But Rafael used his free hand to grab your wrist. “Such a needy cock slut,” he said, right next to your ear.

“Maybe Sonny should replace his tongue with his cock,” Nick offered and he felt you nodding. So Sonny stopped kissing you, he briefly took a look at your swollen lips, and your naked body being taken care of by Rafael and Nick.

“Well, Mike, get closer,” Sonny said as he undressed himself, “She loves having two cocks in her mouth. Am I right, Y/N?”

Everything that was happening was too much, you struggled to find your words, so you nodded. But it wasn’t enough for them. “You want to hear you say it,” Mike said after he finally got closer to you.

“I--I want your cocks--” you moaned as Rafael finally entered your core with one finger, “in my month,” you moaned even more when Nick pinched both of your nipples, just enough to make it hurt, “All of them,” you finally added.

To make sure Rafael and Nick could still work on your body, Mike and Sonny stood up on the edge of the bed. Your face was right at their crotch. You took one cock in each hand, gently stroking them, “I think Mike should be first. I already know how your mouth feels,” you agreed and focused on Mike’s cock, but with your other hand still stroking Sonny’s. You softly licked the head, tasting the precum coming out, before taking him in your mouth. Mike let out a huge groan at the feeling, “Man, when was the last time you had a blowjob?” Nick joked.

“Way too long,” he managed to say.

You have to admit, it’s hard to give a good blowjob to a man, while two others are worshipping your body. But Rafael decided to withdraw his hand from your panties and quickly after, you felt a cold breeze as Nick’s hands and body drift away from you. “Don’t forget about Sonny, babygirl,” you heard from the other side of the room.

Your jaw is going to be sore as fuck in the morning as you opened your mouth as much as you could, to take both Sonny’s and Mike’s cocks in. Obviously, they can’t both fit in but it is mostly about playing with the heads and your tongue.

You jolted when you felt a very warm body against your back. You recognized Rafael’s smell. He was fully naked. He held your hips strongly, sliding his hard cock in your panties and stroking it against your ass. You felt his hot breath in your neck before he planted a few wet kisses there.

Your face was a mess. It was a mix of saliva and precum from both men. Your pussy was a mess too. You were so wet, you could feel it on your thighs. You kept sucking Sonny and Mike for a short moment before they made you stop. Mike got down from the bed and kissed you deeply, enjoying the mixture that was there.

Someone finally took your panties off, you don’t know who and you couldn’t care less. You were desperate to be fucked.

*****

The first to get inside you was Nick. You were lying on the bed, a complete mess already, and Nick got on top of you. He gently kissed you, teased your entrance for a short moment before sinking inside your pussy in a slow motion. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he bottomed out. He started to thrust you, slow and deep at first.

The sounds you were making were such a turn on to the four men. As Nick was fucking you good, you had no idea where Mike, Sonny and Rafael were, until you felt someone climbing on the bed. When you opened your eyes, you saw Rafael’s face above you and his cock was a few inches from your mouth. “Open that pretty mouth for me,” he said and you obliged. As Nick was fucking your pussy, Rafael was facefucking you. And this was a lot to handle. It didn’t take long for you to feel your orgasm coming up. Your cries were muffled by Rafael’s thick cock as you came, and it brought him an overwhelming sensation that made him groan hard. “Such a good girl, creaming my cock like this,” Nick said. He wasn’t far from coming either. He buried his face in your neck, and he felt your nails crashing on his skull. It took a few more thrusts before he loaded his hot cum inside you, crying out your name.

He stayed on top of you for a moment before pulling out, at the same time Rafael stopped facefucking you and you cried at the emptiness.

“Someone doesn’t like to feel empty?” It was Sonny who talked. He was sitting next to you and he pushed two fingers inside your pussy, taking Nick’s cum back where it belonged. Your body arched at the feeling and you moaned deeply. “So worked up already. But we’re not done with you,”

“You better not,” you laughed.

“Oh, she’s teasing!” Mike exclaimed. “Babygirl, when we're done with you, you won’t be able to sit for weeks. Everyone at the precinct will wonder what happened during the weekend,” he kissed you while Sonny added a third finger inside your core. You felt a second orgams building inside your belly.

“You better not come on Sonny’s fingers,” Rafael warned you, “You’re only allowed to come on our cocks,” you found him in the room and locked eyes with him.

You knew from his expression what he was waiting for, “Yes, sir,” you agreed.

“That’s our good girl,”

Then it was Sonny’s. The man has a soft spot for a good doggy style, so he ordered you to get on all fours and you obeyed. He stroked his cock between your ass cheeks for a moment before sliding inside you so easily. “God, you take us so well, baby,” he said as he started to thrust. He was faster than Nick, and you know from experience that Sonny has incredible stamina. He can rock inside you hard and fast for a long moment.

“You feel so good inside me,” you moaned, “Fuck, Sonny! Yes!”

“That’s right, take that cock, doll,” he said, slamming harder.

As you grabbed the sheets into your fists, you felt someone crawling under you. It was Nick. He laid down and brought your mouth to his in an eager kiss. Sonny kept fucking you, his hands were strongly holding your hips, so you understood it was someone else that spank you. Mike or Rafael, you didn’t know - although, you had an idea; Rafael does love to spank you - and you cried inside Nick’s mouth. Then you felt someone grabbing your arms to lock them in your back. Nick held you close against him, stroking your hair as your second orgasm hit you hard.

Feeling your pussy clenching around his cock, and hearing you cursing non sense, sent Sonny over the edge. He almost collapsed on you as he came deep inside you.

You felt the emptiness when Sonny took his cock out of you but it was quickly filled by someone’s fingers. You were just a pile of lambs on Nick, but you jolted when one of them curled two fingers inside your pussy. “You love that, don’t you? Nick’s and Sonny’s cum mixing inside you,” You don’t know if that’s Rafael that is fingering you but he’s the one talking. You were still catching your breath when the fingers were replaced by a cock teasing your entrance.

“Do you want to keep going, babygirl? We can st--”

“I didn’t say the word, did I, Mike?” you shot.

“Right. Then it’s my turn to fill that pussy,” he didn’t give you the time to answer, he shoved his cock inside your cunt.

“Oh fuck! Mike, yes!”” you cried.

Nick stayed under you as Mike fucked you hard. Mike’s short nails scratched your back as he went in and out of you. He withdrew completely before sinking back and bottoming down. He did that a few times, enjoying your noises every time he hit your sweet spot. “Damn, that pussy is so perfect,” he growled.

“It was made for us,” Sonny said.

On your left, you saw Rafael standing there, stroking his cock as he watched Mike fucking you. You extended your hand to replace his and he let you. “You can’t get enough,” he teased you.

“Never,” you grinned.

Mike grabbed your hair in his fist, bringing your back to his chest. That new angle almost sent you over the edge again. “Holy shit, this feels amazing,” you breathed out. You didn’t notice the look Rafael and Sonny exchanged. You sloppily kept stroking Rafael, while Sonny’s hand found its way to your clit. Mike had to hold you close to him as a third orgasm arrived.

Nick was still laying on the bed, an arm under his head. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s like my very own porn movie,”

“Get ready to take a new part in it,” Sonny winked at him.

“Working on it,” he said, stroking his semi hard cock.

Sonny chuckled before burying his face in your chest. He sucked on your nipples, and kept playing with your clit. “Jesus, fuck! I--I’m--coming,” you managed to say as your third orgasm hit. You held onto Sonny’s shoulder for dear life, Mike was slamming so hard and fast inside you, chasing his own orgasm. He bit your shoulder as he emptied himself deep inside you, adding his semence to Sonny’s and Nick’s.

You collapsed in Sonny’s arms and he gently laid you on the bed, next to Nick. Mike was catching his breath on the edge of the bed. “Water,” you managed to say.

Not that it mattered, but Nick seems to be the best for the aftercare. He gently stroked your hair, and planted sweet kisses all over your face. Sonny came back with water for everyone. All of this is more than amazing, this can’t be compared to anything you ever experienced before but you gladly enjoyed the water break.

As you were sitting on the bed, Rafael grabbed your face to kiss you. It was soft, almost loving. Your hands traveled his hairy chest as you granted access to his tongue. You fell on your back, taking him with you. “You okay?” he whispered.

“Never better. Fuck me, Raf,”

On the other side of the bed, Nick chuckled. “Three cocks, three orgasms and she is still asking for it. You’re such a pretty slut, Y/N, aren't you?”

“I’m your slut. To the four of you,” you smiled at him.

Rafael teased your entrance with his cock as he was kissing and nipping your neck. Your pussy was a wet and sticky mess. The other men fucked you open, Rafael slided inside you so easily. To be honest, he wasn’t far from coming already after everything he witnessed and you wrapped him so perfectly, it was overwhelming.

You moaned loudly in his ear, your nails digging in his skull. As he thrusted into you, he couldn’t help but to slap your thigh, since he can’t reach your ass for a proper spank. But you could reach his, so you returned the favor. It took him by surprise, so did the growl he let out. “Someone likes to be spank,” Sonny commented, before duplicating your action on Rafael’s ass.

Another spank, but this time from Mike. And one from Nick. You loved having all the attention from the guys, but you have to admit that this brings something else to you. Hopefully this will be repeated before you go back to New York, but this time, this will be an orgy, instead of a gangbang.

You bit Rafael’s bottom lip, as he thrusted fast and hard inside you. “Give it to me, Raf. I need you to cum inside me, just like them,” he crashed his lips on yours, as a hand traveled between the two of you to play with your clit. You were oversensitive, and exhausted, you weren’t sure you could have a fourth orgasm before it hit you. You wrapped your arms around Rafael’s neck, “That’s right, babygirl, let it go. Cum on my cock,” he said in your ear, huskily.

That was exactly what you needed to cum one more time. Rafael’s thrusts became sloppy as he chased his relief. Finally, he added his liquid to the mixture and collapsed on you.

*****

“I have to admit, I’m so glad everyone else canceled,” you confessed, laying like a sea star on the bed. Obviously, the four men agreed with you.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” they all said at the same time.

Best fucking birthday ever.

#thatesqcrushsummerbingo #rafael barba x reader #sonny carisi x reader #nick amaro x reader #mike dodds x reader

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aliasimagines · 4 years

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It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?"

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie."

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually."

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated.

You raise an eyebrow.

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken."

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers.

You couldn’t believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act.

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him.

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you.

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously.

"No, it's fine."

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you?

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?”

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it.

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you.

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?"

"You jealous or something, dude?"

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts."

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before.

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach.

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore!

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping.

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics)

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee.

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics.

"Is that fucking y/n?!"

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone.

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store.

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air.

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?"

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?"

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up."

"Your.. Your what, now?!"

"My date"

"You can't go on a date!"

"And why is that, Lizewski?"

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?"

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?"

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…"

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?"

"No,it's just-"

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go."

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist.

"Please, don't." he mumbles.

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face.

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone."

You raise an eyebrow.

"What?"

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining.

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat.

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?"

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?"

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending.

Dave Lizewski taglist : @sethcohenluvr @your-hispanichufflepuff

#dave lizewski x reader #Dave lizewski one shot #dave lizewski imagine #kick ass imagine #kick ass x reader #kick ass one shot #gif not mine #aaron taylor johnson #alias imagines

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ilongfor-the-arts · 3 years

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Detention?

Warnings: language, marijuana use

Summary: You and Jake have fun day on the town when you really should’ve be in detention.

Word Count: 4.7k

Series Masterpost

Taglist: @jakekiszkasguitarpick

The weekend was over in an instant. It was time to return to school. Having said that, I believe I've had more action in the last three days than I have in my entire life. I was almost looking forward to going to school on Monday. I knew I had math first period, which has turned out to be a pleasant experience. Particularly since it provided me with the opportunity to see Jake. It's safe to say that from now on, I'll always be on time for math class.

On Monday, I bounced through the halls with my head held high. Today was going to be an awesome day. I could sense it. The universe was sending me messages. My locker had not resisted me, and I was going to see Jake during the first period.

“Someone's happy.”

I couldn't wipe the grin off my face, which widened when Kathryn mentioned my unusual joy.

“It’s gonna be a good day Kathryn. I can feel it.”

I retrieved my math textbook from the depths of my locker.

“Alright. Well, I got to get to class. See you at lunch Y/N.”

“See you then!”

I arrived at math a few minutes early so I could take Jake's seat. He was also surprisingly early. Maybe he knew I'd be there earlier to see him, so he came early to see him. My heart swelled with joy at the thought of him rushing to class in the hopes of getting a chance to talk to me before class.

“Hey Jake!”

Jake gave me his usual sweet grin.

“Hey Y/N. Wanna sit here?”

He removed his backpack from the seat beside him. I gladly accepted his offer.

“Of course I would like to sit next to you.”

I set down my books and took a seat at the desk next to Jake's.

“About Saturday…”

I cocked an eyebrow in his direction.

“What about it?”

Jake did appear a little uneasy. He leaned in, his elbows on his knees, his long hair falling over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped any boundaries. Could we still…. Be friends?”

I wished to be more than friends, but I realized that for the time being, to be friends is probably all I can hope for. Especially given the whole girlfriend situation and the lake's extremely humiliating rejection. Instead of displaying all of the complex emotions I was experiencing in my mind, I simply smiled.

“It’s alright. I definitely overstepped too, but being friends sounds fun.”

Jake nodded and smiled with his teeth.

“Cool.”

He sat back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head. I tried not to look as his shirt rose, revealing his lower stomach and the prominent band of his boxers. He was incredibly hot. I'd never wanted to kiss anyone so badly in my life. I drifted off to sleep last night thinking about how good his plush lips must have felt pressed against mine. What a relief it would be to have him on top of me, biting my neck and trailing his calloused hands down my body.

“Oh. I forgot to ask.”

Jake's words jolted me out of my sinful stupor. I returned a slight smile to my face and turned to look him in the eyes.

“Yes?”

“Me and a few of my friends are gonna be hanging out at Jade’s house this Thursday. If you wanna come.”

I cocked my head to the side in confusion.

“Thursday? That seems like a weird day to have a party.”

“You haven’t heard?”

I nearly rolled my eyes. Great, just another thing to add this to the list of shit I don’t know.

“What?”

“We have Friday off. Teacher conferences or some shit.”

I furrowed my brow and waved my hand through the air in annoyance.

“It’s the second week of school. What could the teachers possibly need to discuss?”

Jake shrugged casually.

“No idea. But hey,”

He leaned back in his chair, his arm slung across his back and his boots propped up on the desk.

“It beats going to school Friday, right?”

My fingernails tapped on my desk, causing the hollow sound to reverberate. Despite the fact that the sound didn't travel far in a classroom full of talking students.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

I tapped to the beat of a song while singing it in my head, some old classic rock song that I couldn't get out of my head.

“So… you in?”

I continued to tap my song on the desk while answering him.

“I’ll have to check.”

I was repeating Jake’s offer in my head. Jade’s house? I’d never heard of a Jade before.

“Hey Jake?”

“Uh huh.”

“Who’s Jade? I’ve never heard of her before.”

I may be quiet, but that doesn't stop me from remembering almost everyone's name. If people pretend you're invisible, you can overhear a lot of gossip. Which makes it extra strange why, despite my years of eavesdropping, I've never heard anything about Jake. It took me a moment to realize Jake wasn't responding to my question.

“Hello? Jake?”

I paused my song for a moment to turn and face him. He was nervously biting his bottom lip. His calm demeanor had now been replaced by a stiff persona.

“She’s a friend.”

“Girlfriend?”

Jake looked aimlessly around the room.

“Yeah. I guess you could say that.”

I turned my chair to face him.

“Is she one of your…”

I nodded my head suggestively towards him, assuming he knew what I meant. Hookups. One of his hookups.

Jake circled the table with his finger. I'd just noticed a gold ring on his ring and thumb. Have they always been there? I wasn't displeased. They were extremely hot and enhanced the veins on his hands.

“It’s kind of a… no strings attached deal y'know? Friends with benefits, kind of shit.”

I understood and tucked my bottom lip under my top lip. I'm curious if Jade was the girl he was kissing next to his car.

“Yeah. I get it.”

My teacher stormed into the room, yelling her demands despite being early in the morning.

“Alright everyone take out your textbooks and flip to page 158!”

Her eyes drifted towards Jake, sitting relaxed with his legs propped up on the desk.

“Mr. Kiszka please get your shoes off the desk. If I have to ask again it will be a detention!”

Jake removed his boots from atop his desk with ease. He leaned back in his chair, instantly relaxing.

“Got it. Won’t happen again ma’am.”

I giggled involuntarily, attempting to muffle the noises with my hand.

“Miss Y/N. What is so funny?”

I shook my head from side to side slowly. I created an expression on my face that indicated I had no idea what she was on about.

“No ma’am. Nothing is funny over here. Absolutely nothing at all.”

“Except those glasses.”

Jake muttered under his breath. The entire class, including myself, burst out laughing. I cast a glance over at him, and he was sitting smugly. He gave me a smirk and a wink when he noticed I was staring.

“Mr. Kiszka! I am tired of putting up with your childish antics! That is detention for you the rest of this week!”

I raised my hand high into the air.

The math teacher pointed her long, lanky finger at me.

“Yes. Miss Y/N.”

I placed my hands in front of me and clasped them. Prepared to deliver a punchline.

“Well. I, personally, think they are very fashionable. They’re very… oh, what’s the word?”

“Vintage?”

My math teacher cut in, fluffing her graying hair and flaunting her inflated ego.

“No. I think the word is obsolete. Just like you.”

The entire class exclaimed in astonishment. The room was filled with oohs and aahs. When I looked over at Jake, he laughed loudly and shook his head jokingly.

“Detention for both of you! In fact, go to the principal’s office right now!”

Our teacher screamed as loudly as a 75-year-old woman could. Jake and I raised our hands defensively before exiting the classroom casually. We both burst out laughing as soon as we were out of earshot.

“Oh my god did you see her face!?”

Jake articulated through fits of laughter.

I bent over in laughter, clutching my stomach.

“That was too good.”

I said in between puffs of air. We were both standing in the middle of the hallway, standing right next to the front door.

“I guess we have to go to the principal’s office.”

Jake recoiled his face in disgust.

“Are you kidding? No fucking way! Come on, let’s leave.”

He motioned with his hand toward the front door. When he noticed my hesitation, he extended his arms to the side in a friendly gesture. My arms crossed across my chest as I stood uncomfortably.

“Come onnnnn Y/N! I’m gonna leave without you!”

His witty banter rang out through the empty corridors. I'm sure all of the first-floor classes could hear him cracking jokes. I shouldn’t have gone with him. If I was a good person, I would acknowledge his girlfriend and leave him alone. I should turn and walk right into the principal’s office. But he’s so alluring. I couldn’t help myself

“Fuck it.”

I slapped the sides of my thighs with my palms.

“Let’s go.”

I dashed to the front doors and threw them open.

Jake threw his hands up in the air, as if his favorite sports team had won a big game.

“That’s more like it!”

We dashed to his car, hurriedly getting situated. He cranked the engine and sped out of the parking lot, exceeding the speed limit. I grasped onto the sides of the leather seats as he skidded out of the lot.

“So. What should we do?”

I asked, turning up the old rock radio station.

“We have the whole day.”

I sank into his soft leather chairs, allowing my body to relax after that rush.

“I have a few ideas.”

He remarked with a huge grin on his face.

“Take me wherever. I’m in your hands.”

Jake drove us a short distance until we arrived in a small but charming town. It looked like one of those towns from a Hallmark romance movie. All of the shops and restaurants were family-owned and operated. I was taken aback when we pulled into a tattoo parlor despite there being many cute locations to spend the day.

“Jake. Are you even eighteen yet?”

Jake shook his head.

“Nope. My birthdays in April.”

We both sat in the car while I stared dumbfounded at the parlor.

“How are you gonna get a tattoo then?”

Jake scoffed.

“Fake ID. Obviously. How else does one do illegal things without their parents?”

I laughed in sheer amazement.

“Have you done this before?”

Jake pulled his key out of the ignition.

“Nope.”

He opened the door and climbed out of the car.

“But I’ve always wanted to.”

He shut the car door behind him.

Alright. I guess Jake Kiszka and I were about to go to a tattoo parlor. This was something I was not going to forget. I exited the vehicle and followed him into the parlor. Except for a few artists and a short girl at the front desk, the place was deserted.

“What are you gonna get?”

“Probably a yin and yang symbol.”

“Why that symbol? Any reason?”

Jake tilted his head to the side and stared at the plain white ceiling, pondering.

“I don’t know. I guess I just kind of like the whole meaning behind it. Good in evil, evil in good kinda thing.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Yeah. It’s kinda nice.”

“You should get one too.”

I scoffed and shook my head.

“No. I couldn’t.”

Jake shrugged one shoulder.

“You definitely could. I bet it’d look badass on you.”

I found myself in a situation where I couldn't possibly say no to him. I'd also be deliberately misleading myself if I said I didn't want a tattoo.

“Sure. Why not?”

Jake showed the lady behind the counter his forged ID. I told her I'd forgotten mine but that I was over the age of 18. Jake backed up my statement. She believed us. I sat on a plush leather seat, sleeve rolled up, waiting to be tattooed. It hurt, but not as much as I had anticipated. I got used to the sensation after a few minutes and instead relaxed in the super comfortable chair.

“You handled that like a champ. Congrats.”

The brawny man congratulated me and gave me a high five. Jake finished around the same time I did. We both dashed over to each other, eager to examine the new ink.

“These look so cool. I’m so glad you got one.”

Holy shit. I just got matching tattoos with him. That was something couples did. Well, what’s done is done. And the tattoos did look super cool.

“I thought it was gonna hurt way more than it did.”

I exclaimed once we were back in the car and on our way to the next destination.

“Oh yeah for sure. I was practically falling asleep in that chair.”

“Me too!”

I concurred, and we both laughed.

“Where are we going now?”

Jake pointed towards the street in front of him.

“Right up this street. There's a super cool place I gotta show you. I go there all the time.”

When Jake's car reached the end of the street, he turned into a parking spot. I jumped out of the car after swinging the door open. I raised my eyes to the crumbling black pain at the top of the building, using my eyes to block the sun peeking over the top. It was a record shop.

“You know me too well Jake.”

Jake's car emitted a jingling sound as he locked it behind him.

“I figured you collect records. You seem like the type.”

The sound of a bell ringing as we entered the store made me practically barge in. We spent hours looking through the options. We'd have friendly debates about which record was better or who was the better guitarist from time to time. We then both agreed to choose a record as a recommendation for each other. I traced my fingers along the plastic-wrapped vinyls, looking for a genre that piqued my interest. The store had everything from Britney Spears to the Beatles. I was surprised to find such a diverse selection in what appeared to be a quaint shop.

Looking through the many records lining the walls, I was happy with him. This is what I pictured myself doing with my soulmate. I just wasn't sure if he was mine. If his reputation is correct, I will almost certainly have my heart broken. Furthermore, it's clear that he has a lot of shit to work out before committing to someone. Except I found myself wondering if I would be able to say no to him. Because I desperately wanted him and I wasn't sure if I could resist him. Even if I learned all the bad things about him.

“Did you find some good stuff?”

I held up a few vintage rock records I found.

“Yup. I sure did.”

We switched recommendations. He handed me an old Bob Dylan album, and I handed him Led Zeppelin IV.

“I’ve never listened to this one all the way through. I’ll have to try it.”

Jake glanced over the album, flipping it over to see the plain backside.

“It’s one of my favorite Led Zeppelin albums.”

We paid for our orders, mine being significantly larger than his. To overcome this financial splurge, I would need to save money for a while. We ate at a small cafe with unpainted brick walls. It was the type of place where fresh baked pastries were hidden behind a thin sheet of glass. It's the kind of place where the air always smells like freshly baked bread. We sat at a two-person table next to the window. I felt happy inside when I looked into Jake's eyes and the light from the window hit his face just right. I knew he wasn't mine, but it was fun to fantasize about him. To imagine we’re a young couple, very much in love. To imagine us doing things like this every weekend. Not as friends, but as lovers. I always did too much imagining. Maybe if I stepped out of my head every once and a while I would be happier.

Jake offered to pay for my meal. After some persuasion, I agreed. We were soon back in Jake's car, driving around town with new tattoos and vinyls in our bags. The windows were open to let in some fresh summer air, and the radio was blasting music. The wind blew through the windows, ruffling both of our hair.

“What now?”

I queried, having to yell slightly to be heard over the wind and music.

“I know somewhere we can go to hang out. If that’s cool.”

Jake kept his eyes on the road as he drove out of town and back onto the busy highway.

“Sure. That’s cool.”

We drove back into the city. Large buildings were beginning to emerge on either side of the road. Jake drove into a parking lot and went around and around for ages until we were on the top floor.

“A parking lot?”

Jake raised a finger.

“Ah. A parking lot with an amazing view.”

We both stepped out of the vehicle, only to be hit by a gust of summer air. The view from the top of the parking garage was truly breathtaking. I had a 360-degree view. The tops of buildings could be seen clearly, and the skyline stretched as far as the eye could see.

“I wish it was night. I love how the city looks at night.”

The top floor of the parking lot had a concrete overhead level and was surrounded by a short wall. Jake sat in front of the wall, gazing out at the cityscape.

“We could stay here until the sun goes down. You can see the sunset perfectly from here.”

I sat next to him, taking in the beautiful view.

“What time is it now?”

I asked.

“Around four I think.”

We'd only have to wait a few hours until the sun began to set.

“Alright. We can stay here.”

“Have you ever smoked before?”

I cocked my head to the side to look him in the eyes.

“You mean like… cigarettes?”

“No, I mean weed.”

My eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh…”

I paused.

“No. I’ve never smoked weed. Why do you ask?”

Jake pulled out a bag from his back jean pocket. My eyes widened further.

“Jake, did you have that at school?!”

Jake nodded, shaking the bag in his hands.

“Yeah. I was gonna do it during free period.”

He opened the bag and began rolling a blunt on the ground.

“We’re gonna smoke it right now?”

I asked, still dumbfounded he kept weed in his back pocket when he went to school.

“Yeah. I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

He rolled it up quickly and popped it into his mouth.

“Wow. You’re good at that.”

He took a lighter from his opposite back pocket and lit it, cupping the flame with his hand to keep the wind from blowing it out. He inhaled deeply before blowing out a large cloud of smoke while holding it between his pointer and middle finger.

“Thanks. I’ve done it a lot.”

He turned to face me, offering me the blunt. I grabbed it, saying nothing.

“Just do small puffs at first otherwise you’ll cough up a lung.”

I brought it to my lips, took a few deep breaths, and exhaled the smoke into the summer breeze. It irritated my lungs slightly, but not enough to bother me. After a few puffs, I handed it back to Jake.

“Should I be feeling anything?”

Jake took a long drag before handing it back to me.

“You will soon enough.”

We alternated until the blunt was nothing. Then we watched the city while the effects of the weed slowly kicked in.

When it did, it was clear that I felt it much more strongly than Jake. My head in his lap, playing with the ends of his hair and laughing at everything he said. Jake simply appeared to be more relaxed. While my mind was foggy, he lounged against the concrete wall and entertained me.

“You’re really cute.”

I said with a giant smile on my face. Jake lowered his gaze to mine, a few strands of his hair brushing against my cheek.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

I laughed loudly.

“That was funny.”

“Anything is funny to you right now.”

I laughed again.

“You’re right.”

There was a brief moment of silence as I fiddled with Jake's shirt hem.

“It’s too quiet. We need some music.”

I stood up and dashed to his car. Jake's car was the only one on the top level. According to Jake, this parking lot has been nearly abandoned since the office building next to it closed down. He'd left his car keys in the driver's seat because there was no danger of them being stolen in an empty parking garage. I started the car and listened to the radio. I found an 80s radio station playing Your Love by The Outfield.

“Oo! This is a good one!”

When I walked over him and tried to pull him to his feet, Jake groaned.

“Come on Y/N. I’m stoned and this song is such a cliche.”

I forcefully pulled him to his feet regardless of his complaints.

“It’s a classic.”

I dragged Jake to the center of the parking lot. The music was blaring through Jake’s radio and echoing off of the concrete around us.

“Come on Jake. Dance with me!”

I had no idea how to dance, but the weed in my system didn't care if I made a total fool of myself. I drew him along with me as I began to move and sway to the music. Jake groaned before finally succumbing. I wasn't sure if I'd call what we were doing dancing. It was obvious that neither of us knew what we were doing, but the music and weed gave us enough confidence to not care. I just laughed as we swayed to the rhythm or flailed our arms around like a drunk 70s disco dancer.

If you had asked me two years ago where I thought I would be at the start of my senior year, getting stoned atop a parking garage and dancing with my soulmate would not have even crossed my mind.

Despite the fact that I knew it wouldn't last forever. I was just a teen in love, and I'd probably consider any boy who paid me attention to be my soulmate. I didn't mind. He was my soulmate right now, even if he didn't realize it. Even if his true motivation was to sleep with as many girls as possible. Even if he didn't return my feelings, I was content to live in the blissful ignorance that was my mind. In my mind, he could be the perfect guy, and we could be in love. Anything was possible when I lived inside my head.

Unfortunately, real life is a lot more complicated.

We were both out of breath by the end of the song.

“God. I should not have let you smoke all that weed.”

Jake said between desperate gasps for air. His exhaustion made me laugh. From the corner of my eye, I noticed the sky.

“Hey! Jake, the sun is setting!”

We both hurried over to the edge of the parking lot and stared off into the distance. The sun had just touched the horizon, and a rainbow of colors was exploding across the sky. The different colors reflected off the windows of the buildings, illuminating the streets below. The radio was playing some cheesy love song behind us.

“This is great Jake. Better than I ever imagined.”

The euphoric effects of marijuana that I had just experienced vanished. It was as if my old mind had been resurrected. I cast a glance over at Jake. His gaze was fixed on the scene in front of us, and the various colors on his face blended together.

“It makes me feel happy to see pretty things.”

He turned. The colors of the sunset were now only on one side of his face. The rest was in the shadow of the parking garage.

“Like you.”

I scoffed and smiled. I would have given him trouble. Maybe it was the combination of the sunset and the weed, but my usual sarcasm had vanished.

“You know. That line wasn’t half bad.”

Jake smirked.

“Glad to know I’m improving.”

I hit him playfully on the shoulder.

“You are improving. Maybe now you won’t be single forever.”

Jake rolled his eyes.

“Frankly I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He pointed towards himself.

“I am a total womanizer.”

The sun had completely disappeared over the horizon after a few moments, and the city lights were now visible. Almost every window had a light in it. The contrast between the luminous windows and the dark shadows was beautiful.

“I love how the city looks at night.”

Jake nodded.

“Me too.”

Jake reached out his hand and pointed to a few of the larger apartment buildings.

It’s hard to believe that everyone in each of those windows has lives of their own.”

“I think about that all the time.”

I never imagined that someone would agree with me. Especially someone like Jake Kiszka, who has a reputation for being shallow.

“You’re not who I thought you were, Jake.”

Jake turned his head and pursed his lips in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

I waved my hand through the air, attempting to form a coherent sentence now that the weed had reappeared only to cloud my mind.

“I guess I just… never thought that you’d be so… nice?”

Jake gave a sweet smile.

“I know what you mean.”

He swiveled his head to look at the city lights. Instead of blending the colors on his face, the white city lights highlighted his features.

“Y’know I could say the same thing about you.”

I furrowed my brow in confusion.

“Whaddya mean?”

Jake shrugged his shoulders.

“Well. I’ve hardly ever seen you around. You’re never at any parties.”

He swiveled his head back around to meet my eyes.

“But you’re not shy.”

His perplexed expression softened into a warm smile.

“I like it. I like you, Y/N. You’re…. Different. Unlike anyone I’ve ever met that’s for sure.”

Different. I would have been frustrated if it had come from anyone else. I didn't want to be different. But coming from him, the word sounds so weird. Almost like different means something else in his book. He liked the fact that I was different. He liked me. Maybe we can be different together. Then I wouldn't feel so out of place in this world.

“Thanks Jake.”

We took a few more minutes to take in the sight of the city.

“Will you drive me home?”

Jake nodded.

“Sure. It’s been a few hours so the weed has probably worn off.”

In typical fashion, we drove home with the windows rolled down, and vintage music playing on the radio. I couldn't let him entice me. Regardless of how badly I wanted him to be mine. He has a girlfriend. I knew he did from the cautious way he answered my question about Jade. Maybe he just wanted to sleep with me, and that's why he told me she was just a friend with benefits. The situation was definitely strange. But I knew it would be difficult for me to say no to him. I tried not to think about it too much. Whatever happened, I'd cross that bridge when I got there. For the time being, my main priority was falling asleep in my bed, staring at the ceiling, with my new tattoo and records, dreaming of a carefree life with Jake. A life in which he was not burdened by his complicated history. A life where we could be happy without worries.

But, as I had to remind myself, real life is far more complicated.

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maria-akira · 4 years

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how you meet the ahs boys + their reaction while you're having a class - PART 1

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hey yall im back again 🧍🏻‍♀️ is this what you call a headcanon?? idk BAHAHSHHA. anyways i've had this idea in my mind for a while and i wanted to share it to yall, so i hope you guys like it 😌

these also have a little back story on how you guys meet !!

also, special mention to @tatestripedsweater for helping me give ideas with jimmy's part !! thank you so much mwah 🥺❤

warnings: none! just pure fluff <3

please excuse any errors !

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~♡ TATE LANGDON:

before the pandemic, you and your family have moved into the murder house.

the house gave your family a very odd vibe, but nonetheless all of you had to bear with it because it was sold for a cheap price.

but when the pandemic arrived the country, you were stuck at home 24/7. thus, classes were online.

you met tate because of your father. tate was one of his patients and the both of you grew close.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

tate would randomly barge in your room while having a class and you would jump out of shock.

"Jesus, Tate. Stop scaring me like that!"

tate would giggle and lay on your bed, observing the lesson that the teacher rambled about.

while you're writing notes, he would stand up and take a chair from some part of your room and sit beside you.

knowing that tate is clingy, you would warn him not to bug you and behave while you listened in class.

of course, he doesn't listen and he would place his head on your shoulder and eventually would cuddle you.

"Taaate, please let me focus."

luckily, you always keep your camera off.

"Mmm, no. I enjoy bugging you."

~♡ KIT WALKER:

one time, you were driving to school on your own and you were almost running out of gas.

luckily, you saw a gas station nearby and decided to get a fill before heading to school. and there, you met kit.

when you first laid your eyes on kit, you thought that he was the prettiest man ever. you couldn't let this chance slip, thus, you exchanged numbers with him.

you talked all day and night, the both of you were so inlove with each other and you finally decided to introduce him to your parents.

your parents loved him and you were so, so happy.

but when the pandemic came, it affected your relationship with kit.

since all schools and unis were closed down, everything went online.

when kit stayed over, he couldn't spend a lot of time with you because you had to attend classes early in the morning, till afternoon.

"Can you stay in bed with me for a little bit, darling?"

unfortunately, you woke up late that day and you missed 10 minutes of your first class. and just like that, you were stuck to your desk until afternoon.

"Kit baby, I'm sorry. I'm late for my first class. Maybe later, okay?"

as much as kit hated this whole online class thing, he would always find a way to cheer you up.

thus, he would cook you breakfast and bring it over to your room.

"C'mere, I'll feed you while you listen and write down notes."

~♡ KYLE SPENCER (PRE DEATH AND POST DEATH) :

PRE DEATH:

madison, your friend, had bugged you all week to go with her to this college frat party near your house.

you weren't the party type. you loved staying at home, watching netflix or reading some sort of fan fiction on wattpad.

but you hated being single. so, this was your chance to actually get a boyfriend.

when you arrived at the party, you immediately hated it. everything was so loud and everyone was drinking, it was definitely a new sight for you.

you were sitting on a couch that was in the balcony, with a red cup that was filled with punch. you loved being away from the commotion.

this is where you met kyle, it was love at first sight. the both of you had so much in common and you thought that he was the man of your dreams.

you exchanged snapchats and from there, you were partners-in-crime.

you and kyle had stopped going to parties ever since the pandemic arrived, which means you got to see each other less.

since the both of you were students, both of your classes went online.

one time, kyle had no classes for a day and he decided to surprise you.

that day, you were having an online presentation. both your camera and microphone were on.

"Rene Descartes was the Father of Modern Philosophy—"

as you were presenting the slide show, you were cut off by kyle's presence infront of your desk.

"I brought you food, baby!"

you would shush him and suddenly turn off your mic.

"I'm so sorry, Miss. My boyfriend arrived and I—"

kyle would go beside you and kiss you on your cheek, your classmates and teacher cooing over it.

"Miss, you better give my girlfriend a good grade."

POST DEATH:

*pretend that he survived the bus accident and had a coma, because we arent involving witchcraft here*

kyle and his fraternity were on a bus that was going to some college event at school.

on the way there, you guys snapped each other and his friends would talk to you as well.

unfortunately, they got in an accident and the bus was flipped over.

a few students, including kyle, survived the accident.

when you heard this news, you cried your heart out and you didnt talk to anyone in your family.

you and your family visited the hospital and you rushed to kyle's room, it broke your heart to see tubes in him, with machines that beeped like there was no tomorrow.

when the doctor said that kyle was in a coma, your heart sank in the deepest part of your body.

this made you stay 24/7 with him until he was discharged.

when he was discharged from the hospital, he was not his usual self. the bubbly, energetic kyle was gone. instead, he was so confused with everything.

kyle's mom made him stay with you until he got his memory back, and you were more than glad to help.

but this took a toll on your studies because your classes were online due to a pandemic.

everyday in class, you would let kyle sit beside you and let him observe what you were doing.

"We're in Science class, Kyle. You were really good in Science, you helped me alot with my homeworks."

most of the time, you would help kyle develop his speech and his writing. but it was difficult for you.

"S-Sci... S-Sci-en.. ce?"

"Yes, Kyle! Good job, now one more time."

~♡ JIMMY DARLING:

ever since you were a kid, you loved going to carnivals, your parents would always bring you there every weekend.

there were carnivals almost everywhere, and your family brought you to all of them.

to you, each carnival was unique. the clowns and magicians in each carnival had different tricks up their sleeve.

but as you grew up, these carnivals slowly went out of business. except for one, which was elsa's cabinet of curiosities.

you decided to visit it one day just for a trip down memory lane, you never really had expectations for this place.

when you arrived there, there were a few people that were seated.

the show started and it instantly made you smile, they reminded you of your younger days. oh how you wished to be a child again.

you watched through a few acts, and the last act was a man named jimmy darling

when he came on stage, you locked eyes with him. there was something about him that really struck you.

after the performance ended, jimmy ran over to you and got your number. from there, you always talked and you would visit him regularly.

the regular visits stopped when the pandemic struck the country, forcing entertainment establishments, schools and unis to close down.

for the mean time, all your classes went online. you told jimmy that he could stay with you until things went back to normal.

on an early tuesday morning, you were in english class. jimmy was with your parents preparing breakfast, and you were falling asleep while your teacher discussed about the odyssey.

unlike tate, jimmy would always knock on your door. as his mom always taught, never enter anyone's room without knocking.

jimmy would giggle at your sleeping sight, your head lowered and your hair messed up.

"Hey, sweetheart, wake up! You're in class."

jimmy's timing was perfect. as he woke you up, you were called by the teacher.

"Miss Y/N, Do you think Odysseus was loyal to his wife?"

obviously, you panicked. but jimmy was there to save you. since jimmy was fond of reading, he finished the book and he whispered the answer to you before you could turn on your mic.

"No, Ma'am. Odysseus had an affair with Calypso and Circe."

once you got your teacher's approval, you turned off your microphone and let out a sigh of relief.

"You're lucky that I'm here to help you."

jimmy would joke and you would jump up to him, tackling him into a hug.

"I'm always lucky to have you, baby."

~♡ DANDY MOTT

at a young age, you were exposed to different types of fabrics. denim, silk, corduroy, neoprene. they name it, you've probably seen it.

your mother worked as a fashion designer. she managed to open a shop in the city and it was a great success for you and your family.

your mother has styled famous models. because of this, the shop was promoted and broadcasted all over the country. one day when you came from school, you saw a long line outside the shop.

that day, the staff count was low. there were only 5 employees instead of 10. you didn't exactly know why, so you decided to help.

after what felt like several hours, the long line finally dissolved into 2 customers, which was a mother and her son. they looked through the shop and the mother instantly loved everything.

her son, on the other hand, was trying on this lilac tux that your mother made.

you assisted her son and when you locked eyes, the both of you smiled. you entertained him throughout his shopping spree and the both of you never broke eye contact.

this was how you met dandy. he made the first move by getting your number, and of course you gave it back.

from there, the both of you talked day and night, even when you were in school.

since dandy's mother, gloria, loved your mother's shop so much, she would invite you and your mother regularly to her mansion.

gloria and your mother got along very well, and it was like gloria was your second mother.

so when your mother went to paris for a fashion show, she let you stay in gloria's mansion until she came back.

but to your dismay, your mother was not able to come back due to a pandemic that was all over the world. flights, establishments, and schools closed down.

of course you were sad, but you didn't worry so much because gloria treated you like her real daughter.

classes were online and you were forced to attend them everyday in the shared room you had with dandy.

since you had to get ready for class early in the morning, you would quietly get out of bed because dandy was sometimes a light sleeper.

it was around 8am and you were in math class. in your school, cameras were required to be turned on at all times. you thought this was a shit rule, but you had no choice to comply.

you were drawing some circles with a compass for an example that was being discussed by your teacher, when all of a sudden dandy was beside you.

"Dandy, sweetie, what are you doing up so early? Go back to sleep.."

dandy would pout at the lack of attention that you were giving him. since he loved holding your hand, you let him hold your other hand that you didn't use for writing.

"You're doing Math instead of cuddling with me!"

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i'm actually super proud of this omg !! i hope yall enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🥺❤

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cryingoverafictionalcharacter · 4 years

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We Have A Pool?!

Summary: There’s a secret swimming pool at Hogwarts. Y/N discovered it purely on accident in her first year, and it has become her safe place, that is until a particular Weasley find it as well.

Warnings: SMUT! (fingering, vaginal, etc) SMUT WITH PLOT IN A POOL YALL (ok I heard pool sex can be not great for everyone, so maybe don’t try it unless your into that then go off) Swearing, no proof reading, an irrational amount of commas because the public school system failed me. The end

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: OK so IDK if there's canonically a pool at Hogwarts, I just heard it in a starkid play and was like “Hey, I like that” So I made it all up so if there is/isn’t actually a pool pls don’t come for me. Also HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope you’re all happy and are making progress to becoming even happier.

Your elbows rested on the desk in front of you, your fingers rubbing circles into your temples as you tried to pay attention to the class in front of you. This past week had been stressful to say the least, you had three different essays, all needing to be at least four pages long, as well as a potions exam and a herbology quiz. To say you were excited for the weekend was an understatement.

And you knew just where you were going to spend it.

As soon as class was dismissed, you started packing your bag as quickly as possible, wanting to get to your room to finish your homework and change before going to your favorite spot for some much needed stress relief.

You practically ran out of the class, heading straight to the Gryffindor common room, but before you could get far, two tall bodies appeared at your left and right sides.

“Someone seems to be in a hurry” Fred said, looking to George who nodded in agreement.

“Indeed, where are we off to Y/N?” George asked.

“Oh, its a wonderful place, I don’t think you would have head of it. It’s called nun ya” You said, causing the boys to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Nun ya?” Fred asked

“Nun ya business” You joked, causing the older red to head to gasp in feign hurt, while George tried to stifle a laugh.

You and the twins had been friends since you were children, being next door neighbors and being the same age meant you spent a lot of time together, especially when your parents went on business trips and left you at the burrow. You had grown to become really close to them. However, over the past few years George and Angelina had started hanging out more, leaving you and Fred to get closer.

This wouldn’t have been a problem if you didn’t have a giant crush on him.

“Wow, were your best friends in the world and you wont even tell us where you’re going. I’m hurt!” Fred cried, making you laugh a bit.

“I’m just going back to my room to do some homework. I’ll see you guys at dinner yeah?” You asked, turning to wave at the two boys, who stood in confused silence as they watched you walk away.

“Well, she’s hiding something” George said.

“Definitely” Fred agreed.

A few hours later, you had gotten dinner, finished your homework, and were currently laying in bed, waiting for Angelina and Katie to fall asleep. After a while, their breathing evened out, and you quietly got out of bed, putting your pillow under the covers to make it look like you were still sleeping there just in case one of them woke up.

You tip toed out of the room, making sure to close the door as quietly as possible before making your way down the steps, and out of the common room. Once you were a bit farther away, you cast lumos to navigate better through the hallway. You took a right, then a left, then another left, before finally finding your way to the empty arythmancy classroom.

You made your way to the bookcase on the far left side of the room, running your finger along the spines before landing on a familiar blue cover labeled The Geometry of Liquids. You pulled the book back until you heard a click, pushing the bookcase forward which easily swung open to reveal a hallway.

You couldn’t help but smile as the smell of salt water filled your nose, quickly stepping behind the book case before closing it behind you. As you walked further down the hallway, you began to see a blue light, finally turning the last corner, you found yourself in an abandoned dungeon, with a large pool in the middle of it.

You had accidentally stumbled across this room in your fourth year. You were bored, all of your friends either at Hogsmeade or detention Fred and George, and had found the abandoned classroom. You started going through the books, and the rest is history. You had been coming here at least once a week ever since.

You muttered the spell to stop the light coming from your wand, the pool somehow giving off its own soft blue light, before removing your shirt and sleep shorts, exposing the green bikini you had put on earlier.

Walking closer to the edge, you took a few running steps before plugging your nose and jumping off the pool wall, landing in the water below.

You sat there for a moment, allowing the cool feeling to sink deeper into your body. You had gotten a lot better at holding your breath over the years, still eventually you had to come back to the surface for air, which you did. You wiped the water off your face, opening your eyes to find a pair of dark brown ones looking back.

“Fred!” You screamed, surprised by his sudden presence. He stood at the edge of the water in a pair of jersey shorts and a t-shirt, his jaw on the floor as he looked at you, then to the rest of the room.

“What are you... who’d you get here?” You continued, his silence making you a bit nervous.

“We have a pool?” He asked looking back to you, causing you to nod.

“Yeah...” You said, feeling a bit guilty for not telling him before.

You had planned on telling him, along with the rest of your friends, but you were worried that word would get around and it would become a new party spot, which meant it would only be a matter of time before a teacher found it and blocked it off.

“How long have you known this was here?” Fred asked.

You sighed, swimming to the side wall and pulling yourself out, ringing out your hair before crossing your arms in front of you.

“A while” You mumbled, feeling a bit ashamed.

“And you didn’t tell us because...” He started, wanting an explanation.

“I didn’t want everyone to find out, because then the teachers would find out-”

“And then nobody would be able to use it” Fred finished, causing you to nod, still refusing to meet his eyes, your own question suddenly popping into your mind.

“Wait, how did you find it?” You asked, finally looking up to meet his gaze, your heart beating a bit faster at the eye contact.

Now it was Fred’s turn to look guilty. “I followed you”

“You fo- why!” You shouted

“I’m sorry! It’s just, you were upset earlier and you seemed really excited about something, and then I saw you walking around and I don’t know I just followed you.” Fred blurted out, looking at you with a nervous expression.

“Ok fine, I’m not mad at you if you’re not mad at me” You tried to reason, wanting a truce.

“Deal” He said smiling, holding out his hand for you to shake, which you did. Unfortunately this made it so you didn’t see his other hand quickly come around to connect with your shoulder, pushing you back into the pool.

You quickly got your bearings, kicking back to the surface to find Fred keeled over with laughter.

“You dick!” You shouted, which only made him laugh harder. You began laughing as well, before ducking under the water to move your hair away from your face, popping back up to see Fred walking over to where your clothes and wand were laying.

“What are you doing?” You asked suspiciously, you eyes widening as his hands went to the hem of his shirt.

“Getting in, duh” Fred stated, before pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his toned chest, making your face heat up in the process.

Before you could say anything, Fred was running towards the pool at full speed before jumping into a cannon ball and landing right next to you, sending buckets of water flying into your face.

Your mouth fell open in shock, watching as Fred came back up to the surface, laughing once he saw your expression.

“Oh nuh uh” You grumbled, shooting out your hands to send water flying back at Fred, abruptly cutting off his laughter.

“Oh really?” he asked mockingly, sending a wave of water back at you, only for you to return a wave as well.

Soon enough, water was flying in all directions as you each tried to splash each other as fast as you could, the sound of both of your laughs echoing off the walls.

You were splashing as fast as you could, looking away to avoid getting hit in the face as you aimed blindly, only stopping when you suddenly felt arms wrap around your middle and spin you around.

“Got cha!” Fred yelled, your arms landing around his neck to stabilize yourself as you shouted in surprise.

Fred stopped spinning, allowing the both of you to calm down and catch your breath, which made your heartbeat pick up at the realization of the position you were in. Your bodies pressed together as his arms remained around your waist, and yours around his neck.

You pulled back a bit to look at him, meeting his gaze before his eyes wandered down to your mouth, yours doing the same before he finally pulled you closer, and connected his lips to yours.

You responded instantly, moving your lips with his as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His arms moved downwards to hold you by your ass as he walked you over to the side of the pool, pressing you up against the wall.

He tugged at your bottom lip, making you moan into the kiss and allow his tongue to explore your mouth. You moved a hand up to his hair, weaving your fingers through the wet, fiery strands, and deepening the kiss even further. His hard length pressed against you, and your hands began traveling down his chest.

He suddenly pulled away making you open your eyes to look at him.

“Are you sure?” He asked, a soft look in his eyes.

You nodded.

Fred moved his lips to just below your ear, hovering just over the skin. “I need to hear you princess”

“Please, I need you Freddie” You whined, gasping as his lips came in contact with your neck.

He continued his attack on your neck as his hand moved in between you, dipping into your bikini bottoms before sliding his fingers through your folds. Your breath hitched as he slid two fingers into you, slowly pumping them in an out as his thumb drew circled over your clit, the coil in your stomach tightening as he began to speed up.

“Fred, I need you inside of me” You sighed, whining as he removed his fingers. His hands moved to lower his shorts a bit letting his cock spring free, moving your bikini bottoms to the side before gliding through your folds.

"You ready?” He asked, causing you to nod. “With your words princess”

“Please Fred just fuck me” You practically begged, before moaning as he slowly filled you up, his size stretching you out slightly.

He waited a moment, allowing you to adjust before you finally nodded, allowing him to move. He slowly pulled out half way, before thrusting back into you, repeating the action and picking up speed with each thrust.

You bit your lip to try and suppress your moans, but Fred wasn’t having any of it.

“None of that princess” He said, stopping his movements and making you whine “I want to hear you screaming my name when you come, got it?” He asked, still refusing to move.

“Ok fine, please just move-ah!” You gasped loudly as he started thrusting into you, much faster than before.

Water sloshed around you as he pounded into you, your back scratching against to tile with each thrust but you didn’t care. His cock hit that one spot perfectly with each stroke, tightening the coil in your stomach more and more.

“You’re so perfect, taking my cock so well” Fred breathed into your ear, causing you to let out a soft moan. “I can’t hear you princess”

His hand slipped in between your bodies, beginning to rub fast circles around your bungle of nerves, causing the coil in your stomach to finally snap, sending you over the edge, while screaming Fred's name over and over again.

Fred continued to thrust into you, riding you through your orgasm, his thrusts eventually becoming sloppy before he stilled inside of you, painting your walls as he came.

You sat like that for a moment, catching your breath as you came down from your high. Fred pressed his lips to yours as he slowly pulled out, causing you to sigh at the empty feeling before moving both of your bottoms to their original place.

A wave of insecurity suddenly washed over you. Was this a one time thing? Was he still mad that I hid this from him? Does he want to just be friends with benefits? does he-

“Hey, what’s happening” Fred asked, snapping you out of your thoughts, a curious expression on his face.

“Um...” You started, setting yourself up for the possibility of rejection. “Was this a one time thing? Because, if it is I don’t want to-”

Fred cut you off by gently grabbing your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours, silencing all the insecure thoughts running through your mind.

“Y/N, I’ve liked you since fourth year, I really hope this isn’t a one time thing” He said, making you smile.

“Since fourth year?” You asked, causing his face to blush a bit.

“Well, yeah” He replied sheepishly.

“Well, I’ve liked you since third year, so I guess I like you more” You joked, causing him to let out a gasp.

“Not possible, I like you way more than you like me” He argued, to which you shook your head.

“Nope, I win, hands down” You responded, folding your arms matter of factely.

“How about, we go shower off, and I show you how much I like you?” Fred asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Challenge accepted” You replied, all the while you couldn't hide the smile on your face.

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A/N: UMMMM ok??? Pool sex. With Fred Weasley??? Am I obsessed with this concept? Yes. Is it healthy, probably not but its not hurting anyone so I’m a keep doing it. Anyway, I hope you guys liked it, feel free to leave any suggestions or feedback. I love you all! ALSO IF YOU KNOW OF ANY FRED POOL SMUT PLEASE TAG ME OMG

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