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dilemmaontwolegs · 7 months

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Bestie, I'm gonna need Logan to invite Alex and Lily over to Florida for a big Sargeant family Thanksgiving 🙊

Thanksgiving in the 305 || LS2 {3}

Pairing: Logan Sergeant x fem!reader Summary: You have lots to be thankful this holiday and get to share the special occasion with even more people this year. Warnings: 18+ only, implied smut, fluff, lots of fluff WC: 3.4K F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four

Monday, 20th November 2023 You had just walked through hell and it had been an absolute nightmare. By hell, you meant Walmart during the week of Thanksgiving. With another point scored on home soil Logan’s popularity seemed to explode overnight and the shopping trip had taken longer than expected after he signed some autographs and took photos with fans. Shopping wasn’t something you enjoyed on the quietest of days but knowing the amount of food prep you needed to do only left you more stressed.

“Relax, honey,” Logan soothed as he rubbed your shoulders with a smile. “We can do this. Just tell me what you need me to do.”

You eventually made it to the checkout with two laden trolleys and Logan did all the heavy lifting of the bags into the back of his Range Rover. Unfortunately you lost more precious prep time to the traffic that swarmed the city and the stress had you wringing your hands together until Logan took one in his.

“Sweetheart, I think you might be going a little overboard.”

You looked up from the pastry you were rolling out to weave into a lattice topping for the pumpkin pie. “What? No. No, I’m not. This is perfectly acceptable.”

“There’s twice as much as last year,” Logan stated, his lips a shade of deep purple from the berries he had stolen.

“We have more guests this year - special guests too.”

Logan’s lips perked up as he laughed. “I’ll let Dalton know you think he’s not special.”

“That is not what I meant,” you gasped, only forgiving him for the joke when kissed you sweetly. “I’ve never seen your principal outside of the races, or Alex and Lily. I’m nervous.”

“You have nothing to be nervous about. They are exactly the same outside of work.”

You chewed your lip as you nodded, hoping he wasn’t just trying to ease your worry. If he was right then you knew you would get along with them just like you had when you went to the races with Logan. You had been lucky enough to make it to most of his races after the summer break and Sooty even joined for the Triple Header rounds, but he missed out on the Vegas trip. The schedule was just too busy to have a dog in tow.

Since everyone was on the same continent, for the moment, you had invited Logan’s team mate and his team principal to join you for an early Thanksgiving. James was bringing his wife and daughter while Alex was coming with his girlfriend Lily. They had all been so supportive of Logan throughout the year that you wanted to show your appreciation before making your way to the final race in Abu Dhabi.

It was going to be the first year since being with Logan that you wouldn’t be at home on Thanksgiving but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to slack on hosting the event. If anything you were going to make it more special to make up for having it on a Tuesday.

Logan knew one thing that would help you relax while you were busy in the kitchen and after disappearing into the living room you heard the stereo system click on and Logan’s playlist filled the room. The upbeat intro to Hold On, We’re Going Home started and Logan reached you before Drake’s voice could, his hands finding your hips as he rested his chin on your shoulder and watched you work the dough.

All too soon he grew bored of just watching and his lips started to tease kisses along your neck. “You need to go for a run,” you murmured as you found your progress slowing. “I can’t concentrate with you doing that.”

“Doing what?” he asked innocently, the curve of his lips on your skin giving him away.

“Distracting me.”

“But it worked, look how relaxed you are now.” His arms curled around your waist as he swayed to the music and you joined him until his hand dipped beneath your shirt and warmed the soft skin on your stomach.

“Lo…” you groaned as you pushed him back with your hips. “Behave, please.”

“Cause you’re a good girl and you know it,” he teased in your ear with the song. “You act so different around me.”

You turned in his arms with a smile that he reflected and placed your palm over his chest. “You are going to ruin Thanksgiving dinner.”

Logan looked around the kitchen, every surface full of the food you just had to make final touches on in the morning. There was already more than enough to feed an army. “I don’t think you have to worry about dinner.” He reached behind you and placed a spare cover over the unfinished pie before pulling you flush against him. “And the pie can wait an hour.”

“An hour? I was thinking 10 minutes max,” you giggled as he grabbed your hips and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist naturally.

“Is that a challenge?” he dared as he carried you out of the kitchen. “I don’t mind spending the rest of the day proving you wrong, sweetheart.”

“Yes, wait, no, any other time, baby, but not today.”

Tuesday, 21st November 2023 - Thanksgiving Dinner You had never been happier that Logan had insisted on buying a house much larger than anything the two of you needed. Built for a large family, the kitchen had two full sized ovens and both were currently in use. The giant turkey filled one oven on its own and the other had its racks full of different dishes to keep them hot.

The other great thing about the home was that the stacker doors folded back in the living room to give a massive open space that flowed out into the patio and pool. You needed all that space with the guests that had arrived. Logan’s parents had come first. Mallika had insisted on arriving early so she could help you with the fresh food that couldn’t be pre-cooked and Michael had been ordered to help Logan stock the bar.

Next to arrive had been Dalton, Logan’s older brother, who came with a very happy Sooty after dog-sitting him while you were in Las Vegas. You had rushed out of the kitchen as soon as you heard his excited bark and grappled him into a tight cuddle before Logan wrapped his arms around you both.

“Hi, my baby,” you cooed as you scratched Sooty’s fur and kissed the top of his head. “Mommy missed you. You’re looking skinny, did uncle Dalt not feed you?” You rose to your feet at the laugh and greeted Dalton with a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for taking care of him.”

“I would say anytime but he stole an Angus steak from my plate, twice.”

“Why do you think I came out here?” you said with a shake of your head. “There is no way I am letting him anywhere near the kitchen. Lo?”

“On it, honey,” he chuckled. “Come on, Soot, let's go play frisbee. You in, bro?”

You watched the brothers jog out to the lawn and separate to opposite ends and it wasn’t long before Michael joined his sons too.

It was another two Sargeant boys that came through the door with Logan’s aunt following with apologies for her son's lack of manners for skipping the doorbell. You waved the apology away as you gave her a hug. “It’s fine, Debbie. My mother always said doorbells are for salesmen and strangers, not family.”

“Your mother is a good woman,” Harry said as he came in with a large bouquet of flowers for you and a kiss. “You are more and more like her every day.”

You grinned at the compliment and inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers. “Thank you.”

When you first met Harry you had felt intimidated by the billionaire but you had quickly realised he was a kind, down-to-earth man who put family values first. It was one of the reasons he sponsored Logan and helped get him into Formula racing. He believed if he had the resources to help, then he had the responsibility to help. It was the same with Dalton’s NASCAR career.

The next arrival did use the doorbell and Sooty came inside to growl at the uncommon sound until you told him to stop being silly. Once the door was opened he recognised it was Alex and Lily on the doorstep and the protective nature changed to the playful wag of his tail. Sooty enjoyed the attention he got from the animal-loving couple for a moment before another duo stole his attention and he leapt off the porch to race down the driveway.

“Sorry, he saw my parents,” you said as you invited them inside and to the bar. “Now, Logan’s the mixologist in the house so if you want something more than a beer, a wine or whiskey neat then he’s your man.”

Once Lily had a glass of riesling and Alex an IPA beer, you made the introductions to the few members of his family they hadn’t met. Most of them had crossed paths at least once during the three US based Grand Prix’s this season so it was only Harry’s teenage boys and your parents who needed naming.

“I found some wanderers in your driveway,” your mother joked as she stepped into your line of vision and waved at the quickly growing Vowles family. “Oscar looks different, more mature.”

You looked at Logan’s old teammate who was just walking through the door and chuckled when he took his shoes off, the only one that ever did when he went inside other people's homes. “That’s what a year will do to a man,” you replied. “I don’t think you’ve seen him since last Thanksgiving, mom.”

“Not true, I saw him at Logan’s birthday.”

“Oh, okay, my bad, it's only been 11 months then,” you said with a laugh as you went to greet him and Logan’s team principal.

“She is absolutely adorable,” you gushed over the newborn in James’ arms. “I swear she’s grown and I only saw her a few days ago!”

“She’s put on another ounce since then,” the proud father said before holding her out to you. “Go on, I know this is what you’re really after.”

“I was just coming over to see if you needed a drink,” you lied as you reached for her, “but I’m not going to turn down baby snuggles.”

Logan’s eyes found you from across the room where he was talking with Alex and Oscar and he lost track of the conversation at the sight of you. The image of you holding a baby so comfortably made something crack in his chest and he knew you would be a natural when it came to motherhood, he just had to be patient for a few more years. You didn’t even notice his lingering stare as you pressed your nose to her soft hair and inhaled the new baby scent before cradling her closer.

“You know you are not getting her back until you leave,” you warned James, and he just smiled knowingly.

“I had a feeling that would be the case. Now Rachel and I can enjoy a few hours of free babysitting.”

“Absolutely anytime, any place. Go on, have a drink and chill out, or even a nap if you need. There’s plenty of guest rooms down the hall and a nursery too so you have nothing to worry about.”

“A nursery? Is there something Logan hasn’t told me?” he asked curiously.

You laughed as you shook your head. “Not yet, James. The house was furnished for a family sale when we bought it and one of the rooms was set up to be a nursery. We just never renovated it.”

“You two look really happy,” Alex broke through Logan’s wandering thoughts and he blinked twice before he snapped out of the moment.

“We are. She loves this, having a full house, lots of noise and company.” Logan smiled into his bottle as he tipped the cold beer back and watched as you flitted around the room topping up drinks and chatting with his family all the while managing to cradle his boss's baby safely. “Best thing I did was ask her to come with me. Makes the good days better and the bad ones easier, you know?”

Alex nodded sincerely and cast his eyes to Lily who was laughing at something Dalton said to her about his latest round of golf. Alex knew exactly what Logan meant.

Logan had always been open about wanting children, even more so when he was drunk, and he was always making plans for the future. He hoped to stay in F1 for as long as possible and he was especially happy that he had signed with Williams for another year, but after that he thought about moving into endurance racing as it was a less intensive schedule. With less commitments to work he would have more time to focus on starting a family, so you waited patiently and supported him in his choices after all the hard work you had seen him put in.

You continued on your way around the guests, oblivious to the way Logan’s eyes followed you the entire time. Eventually you reluctantly passed the sleeping babe over to your boyfriend knowing he would want to have some time with her too and the next part you needed two hands for. “Dinner is almost ready, if you want to start rounding everyone up into the dining room I’ll bring in the turkey.”

“I can come and help, sweetheart,” he offered but his face softened at the cutie in his arms. Your chest warmed at the sight and you shook your head, not wanting to disturb the moment.

“Between my mom and yours, there’s hardly anything left to do.” You left him with Alex and Oscar, passing by Lily and Dalton’s discussion about the best US golf courses, and found Sooty so he could be put in his kennel. You weren’t keen on having a repeat of his first Christmas when he broke the table leg trying to get scraps and the whole thing had crashed down. It had been a disaster that took a while before you could see the funny side but it still didn’t mean you could handle it happening again. “Come on, as soon as dinner is over you can have your freedom back.”

Sooty whined as you left him behind and you didn’t dare look back or you wouldn’t have the heart to leave him there. The sound followed you until you were inside and the noise of the guests swallowed his lonely cries so you could focus on the meal shared between friends and family.

Logan knelt beside the kennel and caught Sooty’s collar as he unhooked the chain and praised him for being a good boy. Dinner had been another one to remember for a long time to come and everyone was more than full as they settled around the extra large sofa inside. Traditionally, after dinner everyone would be feeling the liquor and reminisce on what they were thankful for before watching the Miami Dolphins game on the tv but since it was only a Tuesday there weren't any big teams playing.

Logan had a better way to end the perfect afternoon anyway.

“Sooty, where’s mommy?” Logan asked as he buckled his collar back in place and kissed the top of his head. “Go find mommy, go on, good boy.”

The quick moving ball of fur caught your attention and you just saved your glass of wine from being knocked off the coffee table before Sooty bounded over Lily’s shoes and landed at your feet. He barked twice and sat back on his heels, waiting as if he had been ordered to obey and was expecting a treat - except you hadn’t called him.

“Sooty, how did you escape your…” your words trailed off as you held his collar and watched the light catch on a diamond ring. The room fell silent as you looked up in time to see Logan lower himself onto one knee in front of you.

His deft fingers unbuckled the collar and slipped the ring off so he could hold it delicately in his hand. “I don’t need Thanksgiving to reflect on everything I’m grateful for this year,” he said softly and your heart beat so loudly you were certain everyone in the quiet room could hear it. “Since I found you, I’m thankful every damn day, and I would love to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much, if you’ll let me. Will you marry me?”

You couldn’t remember when you last took a breath and your throat seemed to clog with emotion, choking the word you wanted to scream. Logan’s lips began to curve up into a proud smile when you nodded your head and lifted your trembling hand for him.

“Yes,” you finally managed to whisper, before the cold band slipped onto your ring finger and your vision blurred with unshed tears of joy.

You didn’t hear the cheer that erupted, you didn’t hear their congratulations. All you heard was Logan whispering he loved you against your lips before he claimed them for the first time as your fiance.

Logan hadn’t let go of your hand since he put the engagement ring on it but eventually he couldn’t keep you all to himself and draped an arm across the back of your seat instead.

“This is gorgeous!” Lily gasped after she leaned forward to inspect the large rock on the ring. You didn’t miss the pointed look she sent Alex and wondered how long it would be until he took the same step. “So how did you two meet if Logan was in Europe racing?”

Logan grinned as he traced his fingertips across your shoulder and over your collar. “Her mom was my uncle’s secretary and when I was home for the break I dropped by his office to visit him, and then I kept dropping in because I knew she was always in the staffroom doing her homework. Not that she ever looked my way.”

“I looked, when you weren’t,” you admitted as your cheeks heated. “But I had to keep my head down so I could actually concentrate on my assignments. He was very distracting to look at, still is.”

Oscar smiled to himself since he already knew the story well over the years of friendship and double dates.

Alex chuckled and mirrored your cosy state with Lily opposite you. “So did he finally ask you out or did you have to take charge?”

“Actually Harry set us up,” you said with a smile in the oil magnate’s direction where he was talking to his wife. “I didn’t have a licence and when my mom got sick Harry had Lo take me to visit her. He went out of his way to pick me up after school every day for like two months. I honestly don’t know how I would have gotten through that time without him.”

You turned your smile to Logan as he reached for his beer and took a long drink. If you were alone he would have whispered sweet affirmations in your ear about how strong you were and how he would always be there for you but with the present company and his ears turning pink he swallowed his words. But you still saw them in his proud smile and in his blue eyes.

“Okay, maybe I went a teensy, tiny, little bit overboard,” you admitted as you saw the leftovers filling the kitchen island after everyone had gone - the house was quiet once more.

You knew there was the temptation for Logan to say ‘I told you so’ but he just kissed your temple with a smile before he checked his watch and said. “I’ll get the containers.”

Although it was too late to go to Miami-Dade shelters tonight, it had become a tradition to take the leftovers around to them after a holiday. It would only go to waste with the two of you, especially since you were heading to Abu Dhabi in the morning.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” you asked when he returned from the garage with his arms full of takeaway containers.

“Once or twice,” he teased as he abandoned the containers to pull you into his arms, “but I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

“Good thing we’ve got the rest of our lives then.” You placed your hands on his shoulders and looked at the ring on your finger with fondness before staring into his ocean eyes. “I love you, Lo.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Always have, always will.”

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thisismeracing · 11 months

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It was always you | MS47

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x reader (she/her) ― Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, not proofread, etc, etc. Minors DNI! ― Summary: Mick and Yn decided to stay friends after breaking off their two years relationship, but it seems like things weren't that broken. Maybe having the same friend circle and seeing each other all the time meant that things were never really over. ― A/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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itsmeyn highlights of the racing week (without the racing part) 🫶🏾

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f1gossip It looks like Mick Schumacher and Yn Yln were not able to stay "just friends" after their two-years relationship... 🤭

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heartcereql · 1 year

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without you

✩lo’ak sully x fem!na’vi!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒- lo’ak can’t help feeling insecure. you could have anyone you wanted, yet you chose him? ࿐࿔*:･ﾟAll my dreams and all the lights mean Nothing without you ࿐࿔*:･

𝐂𝐖- reassurance, kisses kisses kisses, established relationship, like one angsty moment, english is not my first language.

𝐀/𝐍- lo’ak is so bbg. so sorry for disappearing i had like 9284747 things going on also besties i need ideas for ride bc it’s a masterpiece and i don’t wanna ruin it :(( xxx

pandora’s skies acquired a captivating shade of blue during late mornings, almost reaching midday. flocks of birds could be observed, wandering above the forest, and, if you were lucky enough, there were little clouds hovering above the forest, letting the sun rays warm your skin, without making it insufferable.

that’s why you and lo’ak could spend the morning focused on each other, under the hypnotising sky, talking about everything and nothing, melting into the other’s company.

your head laid on his chest, rising as he breathed, hearing lo’ak’s comforting heartbeat. one of his hands secured you by your waist, while the other one was tangled in your hair.

your mind drifted to the pleasant sensation that you’d always get when you were with lo’ak. he didn’t know, but he was the one that saved you from the dark side of your life no one knew about. he was the reason you kept trying, and you thanked eywa for a man like him.

everyone thought you had it all, but it meant nothing without him.

lo’ak, as head over heels as he was, was starting to feel doubts rotting his brain. you were like a gift fron eywa, to him? why would eywa gift him?

overthinking was clouding his mind. in all seriousness, why him? he often thought of himself as cool, except when it came to the romantic area.

you glanced at his frowning gaze. you kissed the corner of his lips, hoping to get him away from whatever was upsetting him. but he only sent a smile your way, continuing to ponder instants after.

you found yourself frowning now. intertwining lo’ak’s fingers with yours, you caressed the back of his hand.

“lo’ak?” you decided to break te arising tension. “is something wrong?”

“i don’t get it” he mumbled.

you lifted your face from his chest, looking at him with confusion.

“you could have anyone you wanted. you’re literally perfect, in every possible way, and you’re here with me? i’m sorry but it doesn’t make sense” he rambled.

you were now propped on your hands, supporting them on either sides of lo’ak.

you knew that despite his fierce and extroverted personality, lo’ak was insecure when it came to your relationship. and you didn’t mind to reassure him every single time he had doubts, even more, you adored doing it.

“lo’ak” you tried to interrupted him, softly.

“no, i’m serious this time, y/n” he had raised his voice a little. “why be stuck with me when you have all those-“

“lo’ak i’m not stuck-“ you tried to speak again, but he didn’t let you.

“was it out of pity? just for fun? a dare?”

“lo’ak!” you grabbed his face in your hands. “can you hear me for once?”

he went quiet. his name rolling off your tongue tingled his ears, and he took a moment to admire the determined yet gentle look on your face.

“lo’ak, i see you. and i am not with you out of pity or for fun, but because i feel seen with you as well. and i have come to realise that i am nothing without you. all my dreams and all eywa’s lights mean nothing without you”

you pressed a peck to his temple, as a gesture of tenderness.

“everyone is always saying life is beautiful, and they think that i have it all. but may my life be as sweet as vanilla that i have nothing without you, lo’ak”

the hands holding his face were now caressing his cheeks. lo’ak was out of words. he knew you had no problem in reassuring him, yet he had never seen you express it with such emotion until now.

you feather-like kissed the top of his nose.

“i” peck “see” peck “you” peck “okay? and no amount of good hunters or fine suitors is going to change that”

he was mesmerised by your words. as weightless as they could have been taken, they meant the world to him.

he tried to elaborate a worthy response to you. but he was at a loss of words. in the best way possible.

one of his hands went to cup your jaw.

“you got it?” you asked in a hum.

he nodded, leaning to connect your lips. you met him halfway, eager to show him how much he meant to you.

“i got it” he mumbled against your lips.

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yae-energy · 11 months

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get in bitch, we’re going shopping

synopsis: my take on what it’s like going to the mall with saiki and friends

cast: kusuo saiki, shun kaidou, aren kuboyasu x shopaholic black fem reader (all platonic)

cw: theft (kuboyasu’s part) , cursing

a/n: this won the poll so come get y’all snacks ! this was also mega fun to write omg 😭😭😭

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saiki - doesn’t even wanna be there

- bro just wants to stay home ong 😭

- def keeps that germanium ring on him cause he is not trynna hear everybody’s nasty ass thoughts

- sticks close to you if you’re in a group cause you’re the only one who isn’t stressing him out

- also cause you tend to wander off when looking at display windows

- has to keep you from going into every store y’all come across but man is that an exhausting job

- like he don’t wanna be there all damn day

- but having to stop you from getting pouty cause they didn’t have the sneakers you want is worse

- will literally use his clairvoyance to find the shoes in another store and then swap it with a different pair of the same value so you can shut the hell up 😭 (love a supportive king !!)

“they dont have the shoes?? i literally waited all damn day for those and they don’t even- …. huh? since when did these get here?”

“must be magic, now let’s get the hell outta here PLEASE”

- food court enthusiast !!!

- without a doubt his favorite place in the mall

- buys you both lunch

- also buys you a key chain as a gift cause he saw you eyeing it in one of the windows, and puts it in one of your bags so you’ll see it when you get home

- will not tell you he bought it

- you rambling to him on the way to school the next day about how you must’ve gotten it by mistake is a reward in itself

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kaidou - shopaholic bestie

- just like you, kaido loves a good shopping spree !!!

- he’s gotta deck himself out so dark reunion knows who they messing with !!!

- they don’t call him the jet black wings for nothing 😤

- gives surprisingly good fashion advice

“this color brings out your skin tone you should get this”

“these shoes match that hat you should get these”

“gold accessories fit your skin perfectly”

- loves when you give him a fashion show if you’re trying on clothes

- will literally make you runway walk 💀

- hot topic king !!!!

- prob their biggest buyer tbh

- gets those corny graphic tees and you have to BEG him to not wear them in public

- like he genuinely thinks they’re cool and you’re like

“😬…lets not”

- goes straight to the bookstore to see if they have any new manga

- will be there for hours if you don’t pull him out

- like he dead read a whole book once while you were out looking for bags

- you bought it for him as a treat cause he carried all your bags for you

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kuboyasu - a thief in the night

- im sorry y’all but this man def steals (same tho/hj)

- and doesn’t give a fuck either

- but most of the time it’s not even on purpose fr

- like he’ll pick up something and be like

“damn this shit cool ash”

- then will forget he has it in his hand and walk out with it 😭

- is banned from 3 of your favorite stores for doing this so he just stands outside like a club bouncer and waits for you

- best believe if someone tries to get at you he’s there to keep em in check !!

- once a cashier tried to get your number and he was not having it

“nuh uh”

- like 🤷🏽‍♀️ sorry but if they look like a loser he’s not letting it happen

- people assume you guys are dating cause he does that but he’s just a little protective fr

- he ain’t letting no scrub try to take you out, tf he look like?

- steals you that expensive bag you wanted

- goes with you into the makeup stores and lets you swatch the lipsticks on him if you run out of room on your hand

- will be mad if they don’t have your shade in anything and curse out the employees

- gets banned

#saint laurent productions #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki x reader #kaido x reader #kuboyasu x reader #saiki headcanons #saiki k x reader #saiki k x black reader #x black reader

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villain-sympathizer · 1 year

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I was wondering if you write Magne? There isn’t a lot of fics about her so I was wondering if I could make a request?

Maybe Magne and reader are shopping buddy’s, but reader has feeling for her cause she so beautiful (cause she is), and maybe Magne feeling like she isn’t loveable (just for angst), and maybe the reader prove her wrong by just letting out all they’re feeling for her by accident, then leading to them kisses her. And Magne is just 😳

Sorry, I just love her so much and I think she deserves the world.

YES YES OF COURSE, magne needs so much more love than she has 💕💕💕 sorry it's a lil short, i've got a lot on my plate recently that needs all my brain power lmao

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[Magne x GN!Reader]

[Contents: GN!Reader; No gendered descriptions for reader; Written in third person with “[Name]” instead of “y/n” so OCs can be included! Fluff; Accidental love confessions; Mutual pining; AU where Magne doesn’t die cause shes a bad bitch]

[Content warnings: Brief moment where Magne is insecure about her gender identity, but it's pretty short; MC uses the "womens" dressing rooms but still remains gender neutral, as they're going with Magne to make her feel more comfortable]

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The city streets weren’t very busy, seeing as it was the middle of the week in the early afternoon, and the majority of folks were still at work with the exception of some stragglers. It was perfect for a shopping trip according to Magne, since less people were likely to be roaming about, and thus less Pro Heroes to recognize her. Ever since the raid on the League of Villains hideout and their debacle with Overhaul, keeping Magne’s identity a secret out in public required a lot more effort. Though, it seemed to be a blessing in disguise – pun intended – since this allowed her to experiment more with her fashion tastes and overall gender identity, like she’s always wanted.

Which is why a shopping trip was so important to her and [Name], her best friend and emotional support throughout both their time in the League. Mr. Compress and Giran had managed to fence off some stolen goods to support the League now that AFO was locked away, and Magne decided to spend her rations alongside [Name] on clothes shopping. They said it was for proper disguises, which is true, but it was mostly to regain a sense of normalcy in such a low point of their lives. Horrible coping method, sure, but it brought some light on their darkest days, so who cared?

“Ohhh, I know a good thrift shop that has a ton of styles and trends!” Magne says to [Name] as they make it out of the busiest part of the city without being recognized. Both were clad in baggy, old sweatpants and rugged hoodies to hide their body types from security cams and the public alike. With Toga’s help, Magne was able to look at least a little more put together, with her hair temporarily dyed a darker shade of red and styled in a more trendy, casual way. Her iconic sunglasses were replaced with a different pair, something more similar to reflective green aviators. [Name], on the other hand, simply wore a cloth mask to hide their appearance, with some colored contacts and cut hair for good measure.

“Sounds good to me. Lead the way, beautiful,” [Name] responded to her, the nickname used in a teasing manner that held a genuine truth within it.

Magne giggles at the compliment, waving her hand dismissively. “Oh, don’t make me blush, bestie,” she chirps, before leading them both in the direction of the shop, an excited hop in her step.

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The thrift store was small and quaint, but true to Magne’s word, held plenty of old-fashioned-yet-trendy clothing styles. The two were currently heading towards the fitting rooms, discussing their outfit possibilities before Magne stops in her tracks just outside arcs to the fitting hallways. [Name] gives her a confused look, before noticing why she was seemingly debating with herself.

The fitting halls were separated by “male” and “female” options, which was unfortunately expected. Magne was typically very confident in her gender identity, especially around her friends, but there were still times where she doubted her physical appearance – especially since it wasn’t mainstream “feminine" enough for most people. And in cases like a dressing room, where body types always seemed to matter the most to everyone in range, her worries flared up instantly.

Realizing why their friend was having an internal debate, [Name] reached over and gently rested a hand on her arm. “Choose whichever makes you most comfortable,” they assure her. “I’ll join with you in there, and if anyone gives you any shit, I’ll make jewelry out of their teeth to go with your outfits.”

Magne’s small but genuine huff of laughter calms [Name]’s nerves a bit, glad to have broken her out of her spiraling thoughts.

“You always know what to say, don’t you?” Magne says to them, a comforting smile on her lips as the two of them head into the hall marked “ladies”.

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Outfit after outfit was tried on, [Name] letting Magne have most of the spotlight, despite the taller woman cooing and fussing over the outfits her friend also tried on. However, they seemed to notice Magne had lost the confidence she carried when the two of them were picking out the clothes earlier, seemingly nitpicking every little detail that pertained to her body.

“It’s a little too small.” Or “My arms are a bit too thick for this shirt, don’t you think?” Or “This dress would look better if I had tits…”

“Magne,” [Name] spoke up when the red-head changed back to her street clothes, exiting the dressing room with a dejected expression and a pile of “rejected” clothes in her hands. “You know clothes are supposed to make you feel pleased, not others, right?”

An embarrassed blush crosses the woman’s cheeks when she realizes her sour mood had been that obvious. She pouts a bit and turns her face away. “I know, but-“

“And you know your friends adore you no matter what you look like, right?” [Name] gently cuts her off, reaching a hand up to her shoulder comfortingly, glad that the fitting hall was empty so the two could have a heartfelt moment. “You shouldn’t have to force yourself to be appealing to the very people who want to see you in Tarturus. The only outfit they want to see you in is an ugly orange jumpsuit that totally wouldn’t bring out your eyes.”

Taking Magne’s short bark of laughter as a good sign, [Name] continued their reassurances.

“You’re a beautiful woman, no matter what you do with your appearance, no matter what cloth covers your body. No one else’s opinion matters,” they pull down their mask to give her a soft smile. “I love you, Magne, y’know that?”

Magne’s head shoots up to look over at them, the blush on her cheeks growing redder at the confession. “Wait- you mean… as like, more than…?” She stutters out, unable to form a proper question through her shock.

[Name]’s smile turns into a lopsided grin, their own blush rising to their cheeks a bit. “More than a friend? Yeah, exactly that. This isn’t how I wanted to confess, but I felt like… you needed to know, now more than ever, that I’ve always saw you as the most gorgeous and confident person in the world.”

In an instant Magne had them scooped into her strong arms in a bear hug, the red-head burrowing her face into [Name]’s neck as she lifts them from the ground.

“Ohh, bestie, I love you too! So, so, so much!”

#magne x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha magne #mha magne #x reader #bnha #mha #dame writes #Anonymous

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battlekilt · 1 year

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What is the meaning of one character... to any of us?

If anyone thinks it is cringe that I run my blog with an obvious theme, which is GFFA from my Clone King's perspective, I think they may need to reflect upon the things that they decide to judge others on.

If anyone thinks that Captain Rex is boring, then I am not going to change their mind. The fandom has plenty of people who are allowed to fixate on Cody or Fox, while I feel pressured to pick a different clone to be transfixed on. My apologies to these individuals, but Rex is just my favorite. By this point, he has remained my favorite for two years.

Sure, there are plenty of other characters I love and can talk about endlessly. I love Wolffe, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Cody, Fox, Plo, Fives, Echo—the list could go on and on and on and on and on, and it continues to grow as more people share the love they have for their own.

Yet, it is Rex who has entertained me and tickled my brain for two years. He has been an excellent litmus test for those that I want to humor as a friend.

I will tag things from his POV. I will talk mostly about ships with him; the fact that I do ship him with so many people is a huge development for me—I come from a fandom culture where OTP meant you shipped one ship, especially for either character. It took time to adjust to the idea that OTP can now mean a favorite ship.

No shade, but I just don't really have an interest in most ships that do not have Rex. Sure, there are a few mild exceptions, but none are ones that I am heavily involved in. Once I ship Rex with a character, I am not interested in seeing that same character with anyone else. This is likely remnants of the era when OTP was a hard-definition. I will follow and engage with people, and block the content I don't want to see.

Rex is the narrative mechanism I explore GFFA. I don't do reader or self-insert; I am not an interesting character, nor would I want to engage directly. I'd rather be an omnipotent puppet-master that pulls at strings, and quite obviously... I have a favorite puppet, and that remains Rex. Look how well he dances on these strings.

So, love and support from me to other fellow fans that have a One True Character—thank you to the person who introduced that term to me—and hold fast to it.

PS. Fans with other One True Characters are great. Their energy and vibe are so wonderful to be around, especially if they will sit and share the love they have with their character. They are some of my favorite fans. They are a wealth of knowledge about their special characters. Their love and devotion is infectious, and enlightening. They make great friends because it is like being an academic of one specialty, and having the benefit of an expert in another specialty.

Some OTCers*/** that I think deserve some love:

Obi-Wan: @ninjigma Anakin: @spacingstars, @husborth, @vaitiara, @jebiknights, @anakinsafterlife Thrawn: @blackmonitor Bo-Katan/Satine Kryze: @isaakandreyevs Boba Fett: @acatalystrising, @galozima Cody: @patchmates, @delicateclouddetective Echo: @ann-i-inthestars Bacara/Nova Corps: @floatingvampire

(besties are emphasized.)

* If you feel I got your OTC wrong, let me know! Though, this is just the one true character I associate you with.

** If you would like to be on this list, let me know!

There are plenty of others that I talk to on Discord, and just don't know how to credit them here.

#kilt's brain #bucket's brain

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astonmartinii · 6 months

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big reputation part two | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem reader

a new season dawns but that doesn't mean we don't have a map to our buried hatchets

MASTERLIST | BUY ME A KO-FI? | PART ONE

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: ferrari has been home for as long as i can remember, even before i joined the academy, the dream of driving for ferrari gave me a purpose. i am heartbroken it hasn't worked out, but formula one is, at the end of the day, a selfish sport and i have to think about my real goal here: to win a championship. ferrari has an amazing history, but that is what it is history. in the four years i have been here i haven't seen the drive and ambition to be as ruthless and as complete as they were with michael and with kimi. therefore i have to leave. it hurts me to leave the tifosi, but know you're always in my heart and i will always hold dear your support. grazie regazzi essere ferrari ❤️

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user3: i knew it was coming but HOLY FUCK CHARLIE COME HOME

user4: tifosi lecfosi YES SIR

user5: for real i'm down for him not that clown team

yourusername: i'm proud of you charlie, i knew how much this took. but you have to put yourself first at some point. i love you

charles_leclerc: i love you too. i'm sorry i can't stop crying

yourusername: no i love that you are so passionate. it's been a long season and you're finally allowed to let it all out

charles_leclerc: can we go to a rage room?

yourusername: FUCK YEA

maxverstappen1: pretty please may i join. i have a lot of rage. call it teammate bonding?

charles_leclerc: give me a tow in bahrain quali?

maxverstappen1: fine (NO ONE SCREENSHOT THIS OR HOLD ME TO IT)

yourusername: at least this one i don't mind having to third wheel us

user6: the SHADE that's mother right there

user7: trying to stay insanely normal over the fact that max, charles and y/n are besties

pierregasly: congrats calmar, HOWEVER, i though i was your favourite third wheel 🥰

yourusername: but you bring kika ??? how can you third wheel if kika is there? DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO COUNT?

charles_leclerc: thank you pear i love you brother

user8: i love how this is some super sentimental post and y/n is asking pierre if he can count i hope they never change

landonorris: max as fave third wheel ??? @alexalbon @georgerussll63 twitch quartet erasure

yourusername: womp womp

alexalbon: WOMP WOMP?

charles_leclerc: guys i'm sad about leaving my dream team where is the compassion?

georgerussell63: yeah boo hoo there are bigger things at play here I DID NOT SIT THROUGH YOUR TEN HOUR MELTDOWN ON AN APPROPRIATE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY GIFT NOT TO BE TOP THIRD WHEEL

yourusername: you fools really will argue about anything huh

landonorris: this is the sanctity of our friendship on the line here

user9: the grid was really like YOU might be sad about leave ferrari but we ain't

yourusername

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yourusername: holibobs with sharlie

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user10: i love as soon as the season finishes charles becomes THEE instagram boyf

user11: j.peg account? no. just taking photos of y/n? YES.

charles_leclerc: i have an eye for beauty

yourusername: heheheheheheehehehehehee

alexalbon: so he can use a camera? why does he only take 0.5s of me?

yourusername: the best angle for your big ol dome

alexalbon: EXCUSE ME ?

yourusername: yeah sorry that was a bit far

alexalbon: it's like you got off the ferrari leash and now we all have to suffer

yourusername: WELP

charles_leclerc: ma belle, the only one i'll actually listen to and put sun cream on

yourusername: yes you will because we...

charles_leclerc: put spf on everyday !!

yourusername: yes! because...

charles_leclerc: we're scared of aging?

yourusername: no?

charles_leclerc: we want to be safe 👍

maxverstappen1: you guys done with the kindergarten reading lessons?

yourusername: have you seen lobster leclerc? this kind of work needed to be done

user12: lobster leclerc? goodbye, goodbye, goodbye you were bigger than the whole sky

user13: see now i'm confused cause why are some papers saying that they're breaking up? or that charles is embarrassed by the way y/n acts?

user14: bestie we've been through this DON'T TRUST THOSE HOES - TRUST THESE HOES

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user15: unless i see it from the horse's mouth I WILL NEVER BELIEVE THEY'VE BROKEN UP

redbullracing

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redbullracing: charles the qualifying king takes his first pole position for red bull in his first race and is joined by max for a front row lockout

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user18: UNWELL

user19: suck on that ferrari xoxo

user20: *rubs eyes* is that... max being happy to be challenged by a teammate ???

user21: winning three championships really takes the heat off huh

yourusername: THAT'S MY MAN YALL

charles_leclerc: love you baby

yourusername: love you too darling

maxverstappen1: love you three 🫶

yourusername: this is not the problem i thought we'd have when coming to red bull

maxverstappen1: my gf can't make most of the races so you WILL deal with me

user22: max being clingy to charles and y/n is so fucking funny to me

user23: sainz not making it out of q1? shwartzman only making it to q2 but still out qualifying carlos? charles looking sexy in blue? EVERY TONGUE THAT RISES AGAINST CHARLES LECLERC SHALL FALL

christianhorner: mega job boys, let's keep our eyes on tomorrow

maxverstappen1: tell them they have to let me come to dinner with them

christianhorner: isn't this the exact reason we rehired daniel

charles_leclerc: PLEASE MAKE DANIEL COME TO THE NEXT RACE

maxverstappen1: erm rude

charles_leclerc: i'm sorry i'm not used to a teammate that actually wants to be friends for real

yourusername: EXCEPT SEB WE LOVE SEB

yourusername: but for real max emilian i am monitoring the dutch papers... be very careful

user24: healthy teammate relationships (for now) ??? is this what heaven is like

user25: are you telling me that if max doesn't get the lead in the first lap he might actually HELP charles .... a certain spanish individual could never

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: wow !! a 1 - 2 in our first race i couldn't be happier. this car is a dream to drive and i'm so grateful to red bull for being so welcoming. teamwork makes the dream work

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user26: tears in my eyes

user27: okay i understand both of them are like with their forever partners but lestappen is also real TWO THINGS CAN EXIST AT ONCE

yourusername: SHARLIE OMG YOU TALENTED, TALENTED KING

charles_leclerc: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

yourusername: crying sesh. sharlie's drivers room @ 8. bring your own alcohol and tissues

charles_leclerc: just to make sure everyone knows THESE ARE HAPPY TEARS

landonorris: SAP ALERT GET IT TOGETHER MAN

yourusername: i know lando no-wins ain't talking rn 🤨

charles_leclerc: you walked into that one buddy

landonorris: just because i'm friends with carlos doesn't mean you have to come after me like him ...

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yourusername: bold... real bold. you're lucky i'm doing meditation and yoga (and that i want to make a good impression on christian)

alexalbon: lando do NOT look at the text she just sent your your ego CANNOT take it

user28: no no no do spill... i need the ammo if he ever takes out my fave

user29: true i need it for the next time either of the ugly twins at ferrari open their gobs

oscarpiastri: it was brutal. they need to get y/n to host the reading challenge on drag race

yourusername: oscar knows drag race?

oscarpiastri: i might be an athlete but i'm not completely uncultured

maxverstappen1: if we're talking being cultured... GET READY FOR YOUR FIRST RED BULL PARTY

yourusername: born ready my university years singlehandedly financed your 'catering budget'

charles_leclerc: no really i think she's actually addicted to the tropical one

maxverstappen1: are you FUCKING KIDDING ME? IT WAS YOU WHO DRANK ALL OF THEM

yourusername: and what?

maxverstappen1: idk i'm still kinda scared of you

user30: the way charles deflected the questions about fred and sainz ? WE'RE FREEEEEEEEE

yourusername

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yourusername: i wanna be your end game <3

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user32: you guys better be end game or like you're paying for my therapy

user33: i respect her dedication to go to every race, make ferrari staff tremble in fear and pull LOOKS

charles_leclerc: i want to be your first string

yourusername: what if we just called taylor up?

charles_leclerc: you know here you call her i'm nervous

yourusername: @taylorswift paris night one, lover and this is me trying ft. charles on the piano?

taylorswift: sure thing

charles_leclerc: why was that so easy?

yourusername: better get practising baby

charles_leclerc: OH GOD

user34: how did we get red bull charles and a taylor collab in one year?

user35: i guess we used up charles' good luck from the last four years SORRY CHARLES

charles_leclerc: i guess you're forgiven...

maxverstappen1: so could you like tell me what you'd call me if i hypothetically fucked charles over... i'm not gonna but like i need to mentally prepare myself to hear it

yourusername: i have faith in you so i haven't thought that far ahead

maxverstappen1: can you please not be too mean i can't take it

charles_leclerc: you wanna come to therapy with me buddy?

maxverstappen1: i think i might

yourusername: when we entered the reputation era i did not think it would lead to taking max verstappen to therapy

maxverstappen1: and taylor swift?

yourusername: ... and taylor swift

user36: this is all very cute and all but can we have mean y/n back

user37: when will yall learn that reputation is a love album and y/n and charles are just loving each other freely

user38: but mean y/n did teach someone a lesson in not spreading false rumours cause them tabloids have been QUIET

f1tea

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f1tea: carlos sainz was caught liking these tweets about charles leclerc and y/n y/ln, what do you think?

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user45: put me in the ring with carlos i am being so serious

user46: okay for a while i was on the fence about y/n and how intense she was being but like seeing this shit and realising it was probably what was being said in the garage she needed to do more

user47: for real if someone said that about my boyfriend i'd be in prison

user48: so charles and y/n were under contract to not say a word out of line about ferrari or anything to do with ferrari and this guy is out here liking this

user49: call me a conspiracy theorist but this was his public account... he meant for people to find it and wants people to know this stuff

user50: this is why he DNFed in the first race KARMA

user51: maybe this is why he's always the one with relationship issues bro clearly has no loyalty

user52: charles has never said anything about him even now and y/n only said something in retaliation

user53: fuck peace and love y/n needs to give this man hell

user54: read him for filth

user55: bro needs to keep his twitter fingers to himself and focus on not being in the wall ❤️

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: this is why we can't have nice things, darling

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user56: this is the most response we'll ever get from charles i fear

user57: allow me to elaborate: this is why we can't have nice things by taylor swift is about 'forgiving' the people who wronged you but she literally says "and here's to you because forgiveness is a nice thing to do... i can't even say it with a straight face" so basically charles doesn't forgive carlos or fred. and it specifically shouts out her family and friends and lover for sticking with her which is what charles' family, friends and y/n have done

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user58: thank you for service

yourusername: i'm reading what they call you lately (it says you're a race winner and a title contender)

charles_leclerc: got a taste of the celebrations and can't get enough

maxverstappen1: KEEP IT PG THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE

charles_leclerc: you're older than me

yourusername: all we said were celebrations, if anything you have the dirty mind 🤨

maxverstappen1: i am usually in the room next to you, i hope this helps

charles_leclerc: our bad <3

maxverstappen1: you don't care do you?

yourusername: not really no. when we get to the same amount of wins as you maybe it'll wear off

maxverstappen1: not on my watch

user58: is this an entertaining title fight but without the bad blood?

user59: and nowhere near ferrari? bless

alexalbon: i hate that i understand all these references

yourusername: lily trained you well

lilymunhe: like a drill sergeant

yourusername: as you should

sebastianvettel: proud of you charlie, i'm glad you're not wasting your talent

charles_leclerc: i love you seb, i'm sorry it took so long

sebastianvettel: make sure you win here, we can be ferrari failures together

yourusername: *ferrari failed you

sebastianvettel: i knew there was a reason i liked you

fin.

note: SOZ. so like i am still working on requests but that radio message FUCKED ME UP. so this had to happen. glad my queen girls (max and charles) did well today, hope you enjoyed !!!

#f1 #f1 x you #f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 social media au #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc instagram edit #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc social media au

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nnight-dances · 2 years

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BIG WORDS

pairings: huening kai x gn!reader

mentions of: txt's yeonjun, txt's beomgyu, nct's haechan, nct's mark, (g)-idle's yuqi

genre: fluff, angst, slightly suggestive at the end, humor if i may say so myself

trope: best friends to lovers! how cool and original ha!

what to expect: he laughs, “i don't care if you're about to pee your pants. you’ve done it before. what you haven’t done before is avoid me.”

author's note: reader is pansexual :) :) i gave up on doing an elaborate pride-themed series because i don't trust myself but i will try to release something for each member. and if you have any requests, do feel free to leave them!!

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you wake up to your phone blowing up beside you. the buzzing of your phone startle you and you roll over to the side, picking up your phone with a groan, peeking at your phone through squinted eyes.

you sigh with recognition when your phone lights up with 10 unread messages from hyuka

hyuka: yo

hyuka: dude

hyuka: y/n…

hyuka: hulloooooooo

hyuka: y/n the loml my bestie my dear friendo

hyuka: wake up how much do u even sleep brooooo

hyuka: broski it’s important

hyuka: wow i cannot believe youuu……. stoppp ignoring meee

you groan again, cursing him in your head as you swipe your phone open.

hyuka: aha!! ur online

y/n: no shit bitch you spammed me like you were on fire or some shit

hyuka: i could’ve been on fire and u would sleep through it

y/n: happily

y/n: what the fuck do u want this early

hyuka: early?? it’s 12 pm but ok

hyuka: ok but but but i have a idea

y/n: an*

y/n: and stop having ideas

hyuka: ur gonna regret saying that

hyuka: bc i was gonna ask u to come shopping

hyuka: but ig not since u want me to stop having ideas

y/n: ….. you little shit

y/n: come pick me up in 30

hyuka: and why would i do that

y/n: because you love me <3 and you support me <3

hyuka: first i’m hearing of it 🤔

y/n: alright bye im going back to sleep if that’s what u want

hyuka: fINE BE READY BY 1!!!!!!

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“i thought i told you i’d be here by one?” the feigned disbelief rings in hueningkai’s voice as he steps into your bedroom to find you crouched in front of your measly but functional dressing table.

“you said to be ready by one,” you mumble through gritted teeth as you focus on getting the stroke of your eyeliner right, “and that doesn’t mean you’d be here by then, so i took some more time.”

“ah, sorry, i forget how stupid you are sometimes,” hueningkai comments as he flips down on your bed. you sigh, finally satisfied with the winged eyeliner you’d been perfecting for the past five minutes.

“and i forget how shameless you are sometimes,” you retort, standing up with a huff, “barging into my house without even knocking? you’re worse than any toxic parent i’ve met.”

hueningkai greets with a sarcastically bright smile, sitting up and watching you as you put on your crocs with a pout. he laughs and you glare at him.

“’s funny how you put all that effort into your outfit only to top it off with your ugly crocs.”

you throw a handful of the tissues you used to clean up your failed eyeliner attempts at his face, “i’m going shopping without you, asshole. maybe i’ll get yeonjun, at least he understands fashion.”

“hmm, i’m gonna tell beomgyu-hyung you chose yeonjun-hyung as the fashion expert, and then we’ll talk.”

you flip hueningkai off, shoving him through the hallway of your living room, with shooing sounds. as you grab your car keys and exit the house, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the only full-length mirror at your place. a white loose-fitted shirt slightly tucked into the front of your denim shorts pair smoothly with your black crocs — you have no idea what hueningkai’s going on about, you think as you follow him with a smirk.

—

“ohhhh, how is this one?”

you stop in your tracks with a glower on your face, wondering why hueningkai is pointing the ugliest shade of green in your face.

“what?” he squeaks when he spots the look on your face, “i thought you liked green! i can’t keep up with you!”

you shake your head, “i love green, hyuka, but that—” you point a hesitatn finger at the not-green jumper in his hand, “that’s fucking devil vomit. i’m not wearing that even if you paid me real money to.”

“what if i treated you to frozen yogurt after this?”

you wordlessly snatch the atrocious piece of clothing from him, “i’m never going to buy it though so don’t even think about it.”

“don’t be so sure of yourself, y/n,” hueningkai grins at the sight of his chosen piece lying in your shopping bag and you sigh internally at how adorable it is of him to be so excited over having bribed you into simply trying on the jumper. the vision of his sheer happiness remains ingrained in your mind later, when you do put the thing on, and much to your surprise, you’re not knelt on the floor puking your insides out.

“how is this?” you deadpan with a dead look on your face as you open the door to find him already jumping up and down like an excited child at the sight of cotton candy. if only the jumper you’re wearing was the color of cotton candy, you’d consider justifying hueningkai’s taste in clothes.

“wow! wait, you actually look cute in this!”

“so you did think it was an ugly sweater?” you hit hueningkai’s arm and he bites his lip at having been caught. “fuck you. just for this, i get to choose what flavor of frozen yogurt you’re getting.” you turn around only to be spun back around.

hueningkai’s flushed face greets you and he looks down at the floor, “i’m- i’m serious! you look cu- this looks cute! seriously! i’m not pranking you right now?”

you choke over a laugh at his flustered state, both confused and half-flustered yourself. you would always have so many questions about this boy. but for now you settle your insides with a loving head-pat to hueningkai’s brown hair, “i believe you for some reason. i’m going to try the other stuff on.”

as you close the door behind you, hueningkai sighs into his hands, unable to understand what he was doing. he’s ready to melt into a nondescript muddle of emotions outside your trial room to recover but your voice calls out to him sooner than he expects.

“hey, hyuka?” his heart skips a beat at the hesitance in your tone, “um, fucking hell, i need some help here.”

hueningkai chokes over his words, “h-help? you- what, you can’t even wear clothes without my help now?” he laughs at his own unwise joke, ignoring the eye-roll of the hormonal pre-teen kid next to him.

“can you actually shut the fuck up for once and like, help me before i suffocate to death?”

hueningkai coughs, feeling his ears burn. he slightly opens the door to your trial room. “i can come in?” he mutters, heart in his throat. “yes! do you need me to write it on a fucking paper or something? come inside!!”

the boy beside him chuckles, and hueningkai glares at him, cursing him for still not having had hit puberty.

either way, he shimmies into the room, and the first thing he thinks when he looks at you is: god, he hates stupid clothes that get stuck around people’s limbs.

second, he thinks: fuck, you’re standing half-naked in front of him.

you look at him through the mirror in front of you, “hello? i’m literally being hung to death by a piece of clothing and you’re busy gaping at me? do i need to start crying before you—”

“alright, alright, i’m helping so please stop screaming at me,” he fumbles with the hem of the sweater, trying to figure out the ends of the tag that was obstructing the cloth. as hueningkai struggles with the intricacies of threads, you struggle with the feel of his fingers brushing against your skin, every other second.

“are you done yet?” your comment is meant to be frustrating but the way you say is saturated with nerves, your voice half-breaking halfway.

hueningkai chuckles, sending a flush of air against your back, making you shiver. “i’m trying!” he says, eliciting another less intense shiver from you.

“oh, wait, i get it now.. i think.”

it is now, after having sacrificed at least a majority of his working brain cells, that hueningkai notices that the sweater is a lovely shade of lavender and it fits you snugly, sitting cozily against your hip.

“oh, wow,” you voice his thoughts when you look at the mirror, “this sweater is fucking god-send.”

“i can’t believe you actually look nice right now,” hueningkai mutters. you roll your eyes at his classic back-handed compliment and turn around as he continues, “you know what is a god-send? me. your bestest friend who spent an hour trying to untangle this impossible thing.”

“so i take it you’re saying i should buy this, then?” you inquire, leaning on one leg, hands on your hips. hueningkai looks away, afraid to look at you for too long and shrugs, “i mean, it’s more decent than the rest of your closet so—”

“get out of here, hyuka.”

you sigh in relief when he leaves you alone, and feel a dull twinge at his lack of enthusiasm toward your outfit. it’s stupid, you know, to base how you feel about yourself on the basis of what someone else says but the most valid explanation you can give to that is hueningkai qualifies as something other than someone else.

put in his own words, he’s your ‘bestest’ friend. in your own words? he’s… annoying.

and just because he’s annoying and you can’t get it out of your head how annoying he is, you interrupt a perfectly peaceful, albeit far from civil, frozen yogurt debate to ask him a stupid question.

“who do you find attractive?”

hueningkai blanks out for a whole minute, comprehending that you, y/n, are asking him this, a question about who he’s attracted to. you try to hide your embarrassment by stirring around your yogurt, looking through the window.

“what? i’m curious because i’ve literally never heard you talk about being into someone.”

he shrugs as nonchalantly he can, “because i’m not into someone.”

“no, that’s not what i mean,” you nudge him again, “like, a stranger, you know? just a surface-level attraction is what i’m talking about?”

“are you seriously asking me what my type is right now?” hueningkai narrows his eyes, “what is this? a scheme to set me up with a friend of yours?”

your heart aches, wondering how much easier life would be if your ulterior motive was the simple, that easily revealed. “no! i’m just asking you! it’s not that deep, you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.”

you go back to eating your respective yogurts in silence after that and you’re one minute away from banging your head against the wooden table in front of you.

“it really depends. i can’t explain it that well honestly,” he says suddenly. you look up, brows raised. “it’s hard to find someone who has all the things.. you know?”

“and the same features look so different on everyone?” he points at you, “like you have short hair, right?” you’re glitching the minute he brings you up but you nod affirmatively because of course, you’re aware that you have short hair.

“but even yuqi has short hair but she looks completely different to you,” you already don’t like where he’s going with this, but you know you’re gonna sit through the suffering anyway, “she’s very loud and like, out there? yours is much more subtle.”

what does that even mean?

“ha,” you jump up in realization that you’ve said this out loud and hueningkai fumbles, “i have no idea either, it’s just… there isn’t a blueprint. you know like both yeonjun-hyung and beomgyu-hyung have had mullets but gyu-hyung looked more androgynous and ethereal.”

“what i’m hearing right now is that you have a hair fetish?”

“i hate it when i’m being vulnerable with you and you make me a pervert, y/n.”

you chuckle, stuffing another spoonful of yogurt in your mouth.

“what about you?” hueningkai asks, almost accusingly, “what’s attractive to you?”

“i hate it when people ask me my own questions, so fuck you,” you flip him off, “also, i’m attracted to people’s personality more.”

“yes, yes, i’m aware. you told me you need to get to know people properly before you can be into them?” you nod, “so then, what quality makes you be into someone?”

you sigh, “come on, this isn’t a fair question! personality isn’t like appearance! i can’t just say that my type is beomgyu in a mullet and get away with it like you!”

“hey, i never said that my type was— that’s! that’s besides the point! i’m, for example, i like funny in a person-”

“you mean a sense of humor?”

hueningkai glowers at you, “just give me something here, y/n, you’ve made me spill my beans, now you tell me at least one thing.”

“fine! god, let me think,” you mumble. a few minutes later, you shrug, “i guess.. affectionate people are.. i have a soft spot for them?”

“that’s a bad answer, who isn’t affectionate in this era? what are we all, a bunch of tsunderes?”

“i’m leaving before you give me any more trauma, hyuka.”

—

at this point, it is clear to everyone and their mother that you have a joking as a coping mechanism problem which makes the fact that you joke around hueningkai natural. of course, there comes a time in your life where you find yourself alone in your bed, unable to asleep and unable to stop yourself from doing the one thing you’ve managed to avoid pretty well: thinking.

thinking leads to thinking about hyuka which leads to thinking about your conversation with him and how yuqi is loud and out there while you’re designated a lonesome word like subtle. it doesn’t help to know that yuqi gets along so well with hyuka, despite having met him fairly recently. and you see no reason for them to not be so close, honestly. both of them are crazy, to say the least. loud, hilarious, easy-going. they could spend hours cracking jokes and laughing at them. you could sit in the same room as them and go completed unnoticed.

you sit up with a groan. you hate being like this, you do. so bitter towards people just because you’re stupidly into hyuka. god, you groan again, in realization of the fact that you’re stuck in a cliche: helplessly in a one-sided love with your best friend. you didn’t just have the second-lead syndrome, you are the second lead. you’d just watch from beside hyuka as he falls in love with someone like yuqi, words Loud! and Out There! embellished around her head.

and you’re right about the fact that you’re inside of a cliche. you’re wrong about which cliche it is.

because around the same time as you, hueningkai is whining into beomgyu’s arm about how much he hates himself for saying what he’s said to you.

“they hate me for sure! they think i have fucking hair fetish!”

“you know, huening, if you’re actually secretly in love with me instead of y/n, you could just tell me.”

beomgyu’s grin doesn’t shrink even at the sight of yeonjun’s disgusted grimace as he pulls hueningkai off him and pats his back.

“kai, calm down, my man. they said they like affectionate people, right? that’s basically you!”

hueningkai shakes his head, “no, y/n’s definition of affectionate is very different. you won’t get it. i probably qualify as clingy.”

beomgyu shakes his head behind hueningkai, “you sound insane right now, i’m sorry. i can’t take it, i’m just going to text them—”

“NO! YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!”

—

the next time hueningkai sees you, you have red hair.

at first, he doesn’t even realize it’s you. he’s too busy looking around the room for you that when beomgyu screams, “y/n, you’re fucking crazy!!!!!” he squeals in surprise. when he turns to look at you, he expects you to just be drunk or in the middle of a wrestling match with yuqi but no.

“y-you have red hair?” he stumbles his step at the sight because he’s the one going crazy right now. what does one do when their crush dyes their hair out of the blue? or should he say, out of the red? (sorry not sorry for the bad joke. he’s down bad for you.)

his comment is drowned out by the choruses of wowing and screams around him as yeonjun and beomgyu jump around you excitedly, playing with the freshly red strands of your hair. most of the conversation is unintelligible as is to be expected but a part of it stands out.

“oh my god, why suddenly?”

you shrug, “i was just bored with my hair. it was too… subtle.”

you know what you’re doing, being overtly obvious about your motives but thanks to everyone’s enthusiastic reactions (and hueningkai’s unenthusiastic reaction), it is easy to disappear from his sights after that comment.

the rest of haechan’s game night is spent with a bunch of people rushing at you all at once, marveling at the change and catching up with you, the latter thanks to your absence at last month’s game night.

“i really missed you last month, you know!” mark jokes, poking your shoulder, “there’s nobody else who gets the hype of connect four like you!”

you laugh, “i apologize for abandoning you, my dude. i was burnt out after finals week so i just slept that whole weekend away.”

“ah, understandable. you’re forgiven in that case,” he mumbles, patting your head, and hueningkai suddenly appears at your side. though his signature goofy grin is plastered to his face, he seems stiff. you notice it right away and dread fills you, and then guilt. you’ve been ignoring him the entire night and he’s run out of patience. god, you hate life.

“you know what, we should play now!” mark exclaims, catching a glimpse of the uncharacteristic tension between the two of you. “all three of us, connect four. what say you?”

you freeze, and look around the room for an excuse. “um, actually, i was just going to go find the bathroom. you two should carry on.” mark stares at you warily before cracking a tight smile, “sure, y/n, you go do your business. we’ll be here.” he waves at you, watching you leave.

“or, i guess i’ll be here, all alone,” he corrects when hueningkai takes off right after you.

“wait, y/n.”

you would rather not. you keep speed-walking toward the bathroom, hating every step of the way.

“what-?” hueningkai takes hold of your shoulders, fixing you in place as he blocks your way to the bathroom. “hyuka, i’m literally about to pee my pants right now. so please unhand me now.”

he laughs, “i don't care if you're about to pee your pants. you’ve done it before. what you haven’t done before is avoid me.”

“avoid you?” your voice breaks because your body is never on your side, “what? i try listen to my liver's needs and suddenly i’m avoiding you-”

“i heard what you said, you know. about your hair.”

“my hair?” you mumble, and though you know what he’s referring to, you ask him, “do you like it?”

hueningkai feels the weight of the question uneasily, as if you’re not the y/n he’s known for more than just the length of his entire life, but rather as if this is a y/n he’s just met at a stranger’s party.

“i’m- i, yes, it’s nice. it looks natural. like you were born with red hair.”

the amused look on your face falls at his comment and you truly want to strangle hueningkai in that moment. you don’t.

instead, you shrug his hands off of you and rush into the bathroom, nails pressed up painfully against the skin of your palm.

“hey, y/n! what- i’m not done- hey, what’s wrong?”

hueningkai has followed you into the bathroom where it’s so much more silent and you want to go back outside. another one of those moments where your thoughts hit you hard. hard enough for you to say them out loud.

“of all the things you could say, hyuka! of all the things you could’ve said about me and my stupid fucking hair! first, it’s subtle. and now it’s, what? natural? honestly, just-” you stop when you realize you’re tearing up, “just, can you go right now? i’ll talk to you later.”

“what do you mean? i’m- did i say something wrong? i- i don’t get it.” hueningkai is truly stumped at your outburst. all along he’d been worrying about if he was being too obvious about his feelings about you. now he fears he’s not been obvious enough. (no shit, sherlock.)

you’re silent and fuming. breathing. “i don’t understand, is this about the other day? i didn’t mean anything bad-”

“but that’s just it, hyuka,” you’re not mad now. just heartbroken. “look, i didn’t think i was this far gone but i guess i am. and you’re still so fucking dense, dude. i’m in love with you but i can’t tell you that without crying like this because i’m your stupid best friend and- and just, ugh, just leave me alone right now and i’ll apologize later. please.”

hueningkai’s breath hitches, mind in chaos as he processes your words. it’s only when your hands push him toward the door of the bathroom that he springs into action.

“y/n! what the fuck is wrong with you?”

the words come out without the context of the 19 years’ worth of love he’s harbored for you so now you’re just crying harder.

“wait, no! no! i mean, i’m in love with you. i love you more than you could imagine, you literal dumbass. and you’re dense for not getting anything right. subtle? natural? have you ever heard me using big words like that for anyone else? i love you, y/n, because you’re you and that’s that. fuck you for not interpreting my words correctly.”

“what?” you choke out, wiping your tears, “you’re- but? wait, but?”

hueningkai pulls you into a hug and now it’s just adrenaline speaking for him, “i’m in love with you, y/n. in. love. with. you. with you! in love! i love you! love, not platonically, but romantically! as in i’m into you. more than friends. more than best friends and definitely, more than bestest friends—”

“okay, okay!” you shout hoarsely, pulling him closer, “i think i get it now.”

he pulls away, “you think you get it? i’m in love with—”

“i get it! you love me!” with that, you’re pressing closer to him, lips touching his cheek. “i love you.”

“can you do that again? i don’t think i get it, honestly.”

you roll your eyes but he leans in closer, lips a breath away from yours. his ears are red now and he’s back to being shy. you chuckle, your hands taking his face in them delicately and you kiss him fully on the lips.

“thank god that finally happened,” a voice from outside speaks up. you jump up and hueningkai throws the door open.

“what the fuck, beomgyu? get out of here!!”

—

“you know,” you whisper into the skin of hueningkai’s neck later that night, “you have used bigger words.”

honestly speaking it takes hueningkai a minute to recover from your incessant kissing to understand what you’re saying. “what?”

“you literally called beomgyu ethereal! that’s a really big word, even for me!”

hueningkai pulls you back into him, lips finding yours, “i’m sorry but i’m always going to love beomgyu-hyung more than you, babe.”

you shiver at how low his voice his gotten, and kiss him back, “mhm, the feeling’s mutual then.”

it’s only when the two of you are panting after nearly an hour in the darkness that your words come back to him. he pulls at your arm, “hey, what do you mean, the feeling’s mutual?!”

—

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Discovering Life

Part of the Iridescence Fictional Universe

Chasing Shadows Series Part One

Pairing: Shade!Thief x Necromancer f!Reader Word Count: 3.2k Series Summary: Bound to a bloodline of Necromancers by a curse, the Shade is determined to trick the current descendant into breaking the curse while keeping his freedom. Chapter Summary: You learn something about yourself, your magic, that you'd never known. Notes: Every member of the Wanderer's Star Coven is brought to you by a slew of my discord besties and fellow authors. A prequel to this does exist for anyone who hasn't seen it yet!

[AO3]

“Seriously?

Something akin to an amused sound escaped the mage dragging you through the bland hallways of the Consortium at the tone in Hazel’s voice, you would think that being proven innocent they wouldn’t be this rough with you but as the Se’Kvia scapegoat of all things magic it just about tracked with past treatment. Your sister didn’t look amused, in fact she looked furious, and you deflated a little at the sight of your nephew clinging to her leg; all you’d wanted to do was go to his birthday party today, not get arrested for a crime you didn’t commit. Again.

“I’m sorry-“

“Not you, this is the fifth time in the month that they’ve gone and arrested you with no evidence and I know for a fact you were with Vivi and the others when your magic was supposedly detected at that artifact gallery.” Hazel was pissed and you didn’t feel at all sorry for the way the guard shrunk under her glare, the raw feeling of her magic seeping out of her sent a chill down your spine, and Ernest hurried to cling to your leg when the man finally released your restraints.

“Happy birthday, little dude, ready to go party?” His grin was bright as he nodded, you knew he was probably more afraid than he was letting on but the little half-elf was good at keeping his emotions in check already, and you looked up at Hazel as she re-centered her focus and contained her magic just as Nathan Landry came out of the main hall to investigate the swell of magic. His dark eyes landed on you and it was just like always, with almost everyone associated with the Consortium, that you watched the way his brow furrowed and his scowl deepened.

“One of these days I’m going to figure out how you’re-“

“My sister is innocent, again, and she has an alibi of ten people as well as CCTV evidence of where she was at the time you claimed she was at that gallery. How do I file a lawsuit for prejudice and wrongful arrests against the Consortium, I’m getting sick of all you dumb fucks -don’t repeat that, baby boy- and I’m going to put a stop to it.” Hazel’s tone was sharp and you smiled at the back of her head, unable to help the way your chest constricted with emotion.

Hazel wasn’t your relative by birth but she’d practically adopted you as her sister when you’d met in your shitty University, freshly an adult and no longer able to be protected by the already shaky shielding your family offered you from the prejudice of the Consortium, and the pair of you had been close ever since. Hazel had helped you find courage to stand up for yourself against the onslaught of people who hated you while you’d offered her support and care when she worked to get away from her parents’ influence.

Nathan’s face deepened in color, the man had gone from an assistant attorney to one of the most known legal representatives in Se’Kvia after the Álvarez case. The oratiomancer was one of the most respected men in the Consortium and also one of the most closed-minded, and the idea of going after the Consortium legally had probably never been something he expected anyone to do.

“Your sister is dangerous and deserves to have her magic stripped away.” Nathan’s remark was delivered with an icy glare and you met that look head on with your own scowl firmly in place, the orationmancer went to say something but Ernest’s little voice piped up before he could.

“But Auntie hasn’t hurt anyone or done anything wrong or dangerous, so why is she always in trouble? Mama always said the magic chooses who wields it and if Auntie didn’t get to pick the magic she was born with then why do you hate her for something that isn’t her fault?” Your eyes darted to your nephew and his expression was fairly intense as he met Nathan’s stern look with the innocence that came from childhood, of having minimal exposure to prejudices and influence from people like Nathan in his life, and the man tensed up a little as he stared back at your nephew.

He practically changed in a heartbeat, stance relaxing and face softening, and seeing this man you knew as stern and imposing basically change before your eyes was quite bizarre. If anything you were more than a little weirded out by how easily he went from cold to this, his tall form crouching to meet Ernest’s eyes at your nephew’s level, and the look on his face was almost affectionate. Hazel and you both locked gazes and her lips twitched in a way that you knew she was not pleased and while you didn’t want her to get arrested for assaulting a legal official you sort of wanted to see her curse the hell out of the man.

“Your mother is right, the magic chooses the person who controls it, but your Auntie’s magic is a very dangerous thing and we here at the Consortium have to protect everyone even if it means taking that away from her.” You could feel the burst of outrage bloom in your chest, ugly and coiling like a serpent ready to strike, because you didn’t even have training and he was still acting like you were a threat. You had never once hurt anyone with your magic and yet the Consortium was acting like you had.

“If Auntie’s magic was dangerous she’d let you take it away, she’s a really good person and wouldn’t be able to live knowing she’d hurt someone, but you didn’t answer why you hate her for something she couldn’t choose.” Ernest wasn’t taking the avoidance or deflection Nathan had tried to use, something about your nephew that you really truly adored, he was a brilliant kid and almost impossible to trick, it made things harder whenever he had some really advanced questions for someone his age but if you told him that it was for people a little older he would always let it go.

In this case he wasn’t going to take no from Nathan, you could see the stubborn set to his little shoulders, and your eyes stung with tears that you quickly willed away. You weren’t that lonely, angry, person you had been in the past anymore; you had a family that loved you now.

“Did your mother tell you about the Sundering? About how the Citadel turned against the Consortium?” Hazel bristled and you knew why since his tone had turned slightly condescending but Ernest’s little scowl deepened.

“Of course she did, but that was hundreds of years ago and before Auntie was even born, and my Mama Raven fought in that war and she doesn’t treat my Auntie like an enemy. I think you’re just scared because you’re unwilling to forgive or apologize for being mean.” Nathan’s nostrils flared briefly but he was saved when his name was called and you looked up to see that Oliver, the mage that had escorted you to the door, was finally either too scared or too tired of you being here.

“Ignore the kid, Nathan, we’ve got work to do.” Nathan stood up and tugged his suit jacket a little, meeting your gaze with an icy look, and then he was gone without even a goodbye. Unaware that all he was doing was further lowering Ernest’s opinion of the Consortium, the boy admittedly already thought pretty low of them.

“Let’s go have some cake, ice cream, and a good birthday party. Okay, little man?” You smiled when he squeezed your hand in his as you offered it, looking over at Hazel as she seethed beside him, but her eyes lightened when you reached out to poke her on the cheek and offered a cheeky grin.

“Yea, come on baby boy, let’s go party.”

You had thought the issue was dropped, the birthday party had gone well and using a good amount of make-up to cover the mark on your face meant that none of the parents or family members even tried to place why you seemed familiar. All too busy watching their kids run around and play, enjoy themselves, and you’d been able to see Ernest and Pearl blossom as they finally opened up to their new friends. Raven, Hazel, and all the others had been relieved to see it since the move from the Outer Rim to the Central District had been hard on the pair.

So naturally three days later, when you were lounging in your hammock among the circle of trees where the Coven met three times a week your attention was drawn to the sudden and loud burst of outrage from Treasa. Raven was crouching near you, tending to the delicate mistwhisper bushes lining the Coven’s sacred clearing and her lack of a response meant that this was something she’d known was going to happen, your brows furrowed as you watched Hazel nod and Vivi’s eyes lifted to look at you with a burning intensity in them.

Many were wary of her, for good reason since she was descended from a very old -and powerful- bloodline of Seelie Sidhe witches; and the Sidhe Courts had always leaned matriarchal in power and inheritance. Where Kassidy had a Sidhe father and human mother, inheriting mostly human features since male Sidhe traits were a less dominant gene, Vivi looked other at first glance. You knew she wasn’t angry at you but the intensity in her eyes could still send chills down your spine.

“They didn’t put anything on her record, right?” Vivi’s tone was sharp, dangerous to a degree that sent turned those chills to straight ice, but you knew that it was because she was ready to go after Nathan and the Consortium on her own. Treasa cut in before Hazel, or you, could reply as you made your way toward the circle of stone seats around the crystal alter to the Wanderer’s Star.

“I will go raise hell if they did.” Treasa was the Coven’s envoy to the Consortium, not working for the magic-governing body but working with them to ensure that the Coven was kept up-to-date on any changes in the laws or if the Consortium tried to arrest any members of the Coven. The governing body loved to take advantage of the fact that, being a Necromancer, you weren’t technically a part of the Coven in the way the Witches around you were.

“No, they had no proof again, it’s fine-” You hurried to cut in, not wanting any of them to risk themselves for you more than they already did, but it was too late.

“I don’t care if they had proof or not, they’re treating you like a lesser citizen for being born with a curse that made you a Necromancer. As if you chose this path for yourself.” With how sharp the outrage was in Skye’s voice it was pretty clear she was pissed and you flinched in response before Willow was pulling you into a gentle hug, knowing that you still had issues with people being angry around you, and Caelum clapped her hands together loud enough to earn the group’s focus.

“Has anyone actually inspected you? I know we didn’t, but are you sure you’re a Necromancer by definition and not just a Witch who can use Death Magic because of that curse?” Having lived your whole live with magic blockers, forced to keep your aura contained to avoid people staring at you, the thought of letting them near that part of you was kind of scary even if you did trust every person here with your darkest secrets. But the idea that you weren’t exactly what you’d thought, that maybe your family curse had some leeway and nobody bothered to check this whole time was tempting.

“I don’t- if they did then they never explicitly said.” You watched Caelum and Daphne exchange looks before Willow released you and tilted her head in an unspoken question, with Daphne getting up and offering her hands to you. For a brief moment you shivered and were suddenly nervous, Hazel was the only one that had interacted directly with your magic before. For so long you’d had it kept sealed, at first by force due to your family and then willingly after your first interaction with people in University before Hazel, and even with it unsealed you never let it out.

But you were curious, you had to know, and your hands slowly extended before you rested them against Daphne’s and allowed your aura to finally breathe. The chill of your magic made everyone aside from Hazel and Kassidy shiver, a natural response from those of a Light Nature when exposed to death magic, and Daphne’s hands took on a pale blue shine as she let her aura seep out to inspect yours. It felt like the lightest of touches on skin and sent gooseflesh down your arms and legs, carefully meant to convey no intent of harm to avoid your magic spiking in a defensive way, and the glow of magic that made any spell caster’s eyes shimmer like gemstones faded gently as her aura pulled back.

“I should have known- when the Wanderer’s Star guided all of us together you only assumed you were there because of Hazel -and at the time we had no reason to believe otherwise- but I can feel it, lurking beneath your curse and the death magic that comes with that curse. You’re meant to be a Witch.” Daphne’s eyes brightened since, as a Witch, you could become an official member of the coven and gain the same protections from the Consortium that the others had. Although it meant they would most likely be under much heavier scrutiny, something you didn’t quite want to cause them, you could see the way their faces lit up with delight.

Maybe it was not wanting to disappoint them, maybe it was the fact that you felt more like you belonged, but you wanted to be able to be who you were meant to be and stay by the side of your family even if it meant facing the possibility of the Consortium’s wrath.

“Queen Siora and Queen Rhodanthe are willing to support King Anwen’s request that death magic practitioners be welcomed back to Se’Kvia, that’s why more and more dark elves and lesser demons have been allowed to flee Iocrethran. Even under monitoring they get a lot more freedoms than you do, which is just a clear prejudice since they won’t touch political allies. Once you’re recognized as a Witch they’ll be backed into a corner on the constant arrests, because violating your protection laws as a member of the Coven will be seen as a risk to the refugees looking to make a home here.” Aelius’ grin was soft, as someone who worked very close with the Light Elf court she was usually the first to know most of the political sway of the agencies and courts outside of the Consortium.

Nylia stared at the clearing edge for a long moment before nodding her head, as if coming to a decision, and Vivi cast a cautious glance her way before smiling softly.

“Queen Áilís Nic Catháin has already stated that she’s been willing to move beyond the Sundering, but I’ll meet with her and seek protection for you as a member of my Coven.” It had been the biggest surprise to learn that Nylia was one of the Seelie Queen’s many descendants, forced to fight her own family to determine her strength early in life, and as one of the strongest she held a seat of influence in the Seelie Court. It was rare for her to use it, to throw her status as a royal around, but to do so for you only made your eyes water.

Vivi pulled you into a tight hug and whispered the promise that you’d be safe, making you burst into tears as the realization that you could begin to actually live a normal life set in.

“Your curse bound you to someone, something, from a realm relating to the dead.” You looked over at Daphne and sniffled, she’d taken a seat in the grass and was divining with the very wind as her sight and Ikarus was perched on her shoulder. Saphira’s quiet support as she reached out to take your hand, squeezing gently, made you smile as you leaned against her gently. The wind seemed to become more opaque before shifting and swirling into the shape of a bipedal form, humanoid, but with no features any of you could discern.

“Then it looks like we’ll have to get you trained up, find whoever this is, and force the Consortium’s hand to either drop their grudge or have the entire Magister’s Council forced to step down.” Hazel nudged you and Raven whispered something to the rowan tree as she rested her forehead against the bark, the branches groaned and shifted in a wind that didn’t blow as the message was steadily passed through the very wilding magic of the Earth itself.

“Starting, with summoning your Familiar.” Kassidy’s grin was big as she handed you a bag of silver flakes and a charcoal stick, your lips wobbled, and Hazel cast a shining trail of raw magic to show you the pattern to follow. The line of charcoal began to gleam in an iridescent way, greens and purples shining in the dark shade, and the silver flakes sparked when you began sprinkling them along the intricate circle while channeling your magic. A call was what Hazel had likened it to, opening yourself and reaching out to the entity that was meant to help you hone your magic, and while you feared a ghoul or some other ghastly thing would appear you knew that in the end death magic was something you’d live always and that it was time to accept that.

Chattering and clacking as the blinding light shimmered from the drawn lines sent a sharp relief through your very aura, a release of pressure you hadn’t known was building up, and when the glow faded you stared at the Familiar sitting there looking up at you. It was a feline, you could recognize the general body shape, but it was a skeleton feline; the empty eye sockets were blackened out and the ‘eyes’ were a toxic shade of green floating in the center.

You could practically feel its thoughts, as you were generally supposed to with Familiars, and the feline was happy. It had been waiting for you for a long time and you opened your arms with a smile, it crawled into your hug with a meow that sounded like it was faded and distant.

“I always wanted a fur baby of my own, though animals never really liked me, but I’m pretty happy with this.” Hazel was grinning as Raven rolled her eyes skyward, likely predicting the fascination that Ernest and Pearl were going to have with the new addition to their lives.

“I’m going to call you Furbie, short for fur baby.”

“Congratulations, you’re officially a Witch.”

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impurities [ft. h.yj]

pairing : yunjin x winter's sister!reader genre : fluffyy w tiny sprinkles of angst cw/tw : kissing + use of caps/swearing + reader gets sister-zoned by yunjin like once ;-; wc : 1k !!

sister's bsf!yunjin mmm

she's been besties w minjeong since forever and your sister is very possessive of her

not to say that she isn't possessive of you !

she just wants the 2 main girlies of her life not making heart eyes at each other tyvm

but how can yunjin help herself from falling for you? you're so sweet, so cute, so pure well at least that's what she thinks; extremely different from her ditching classes, being stuck in detention 24/7, playing in a rock band self

you've always been her biggest supporter - always been there to cheer her on, to wipe her tears because she can't help that your presence makes her want to show all parts of her to you - the good, the bad and the ugly

so she drops in some a lot of flirty remarks around you, teases you in the hopes of seeing your oh so adorably flustered face as you struggle to respond to her way too suggestive quips

yunjin is always quick to keep winter's annoyance at bay however by also making sure to gush about "this gorgeous girl she's been talking to who she met at one of their band's concerts"

you're pretty fed up of this hot and cold behaviour of hers, to be honest

because how can yunjin go from looking at you like she could see entire galaxies in your eyes as she follows you around like a lost puppy to coolly ignoring your attempts to make conversation with her, droning on and on about how she has to get some other girl's number? and there's also the millions of times she's referred to you as the sister she's never had... :/

obviously winter ends up finding out eventually bc come on. yunjin really isn't that subtle with her ogling

but gasp gasp? she's actually really supportive! she gives you both her blessings to "finally fucking make out or something the tension is killing me ugh"

absolutely letting no time waste, yunjin decides to properly confess and get a chance to woo you how you deserve to wooed :( <3

but,

seems like there's trouble in paradise!

because you're apparently going out w someone?! yunjin physically feels her heart breaking when she sees you hug a pretty girl w long black hair and her then kissing your cheek TWICE and calling you 'darling'?? she's never seen her around before and you couldn't already be this close with just a friend???

completely dejected when she explains this situation to her bsf, minjeong goes :O and then her face turns a rather angry (or flustered?) shade of red on hearing your alleged lover's description

she apparently knows who that girl is and she can definitely confirm that you're not dating her

minjeong sus. yunjin will confront her suspicious behaviour another day. but right now you're more important; if you were not romantically involved with that girl.. why would you pretend to be..?

as she sees you walk towards where the 2 girls were sitting on yunjin's bed, winter immediately shouts something about "needing privacy right now and claiming that you both must not enter the room at any costs and leave RIGHT NOW !!!!!" yunjin is pushed out the door to an equally shocked you

"isn't that your room.." you very cleverly point out "i've learned not to question your sister's strange, strange ways.." yunjin mutters back

she knew what winter wanted her to do, she could practically hear her menacingly excited laughter

so yunjin fixes a charming smile on her face and offers a little walk, just you and her <3

you nod, despite there being visible hesitance written all over your awkward figure

the "little" walk ends up going on for rather long, seeming longer than it actually was, in fact, due to neither of you saying a word to each other

but finally when you decide to attempt some small talk, yunjin interrupts you, "why did that girl kiss you yn."

... this, quite validly, offends you, "oh i'm sorry am i obligated to tell you about each and every single person i'm romantically into?"

"uh no! of course not it's just um how could you just.." she's at a loss of words because such hostility from you makes her confident persona crumble so fast that at any other moment you would've laughed. a lot.

"i don't want to be talking about this with someone who thinks of me as their sister" you bitterly spit out, ready to walk away from her before the tears threatening to spill over your waterline make their way down your now heated face

as you turn, however, yunjin grabs your wrist and pulls you back, forcing you to fall into her arms as you desperately clutch her shoulders to not fall

"yunjin ??? WHAT do you think you're doing???" before you can push yourself away from her she brings her face so, so close to yours that you can smell the sweet, fruity fragrance of her lip gloss and forget running away, all you want to do at this moment is connect your lips to her ever so kissable ones

ignoring your question, her attention remains focused on her original goal, "can i.."

you move one of your hands to cup her cheek and and finally steal a peck from her but before you can let yourself completely drown in the feeling of her warmth, she pulls away and with a finger on your lower lip and continues, "can i please know why you were with that girl?"

dazedly you let the truth slip out, "minji's .. friend.. she isn't.. i'm not with her or anythi- mmph!" and just like that yunjin finally kisses you like she's wanted, hell, like she's dreamed of for ages now and you're more than happy to let all her previous actions be forgiven - as long as she keeps holding you just like this <3

notes : for the ppl waiting for the yunjin/yn/rina fic mwah <3 + [m.list]

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thisismeracing · 6 months

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Bad religion | LH44 (patreon exclusive)

― Pairing: Priest!Lewis Hamilton x fem!devil!reader ― Word count: 1.5k ― Warnings: graphic description of sex (p in v); mentions of a snake; +18. Minors DNI!!!! ― Summary: He used to be a sinner, maybe that’s why nowadays he has so much compassion for those. Your kindness, however, can be your downfall. Especially when directed towards a demon. A breach and a hand to hold were all that Yn needed to complete the Devil’s wish. Lewis should have crushed the snake’s head before she swiftly bit him.

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“Oh fuck,” he sighed, and Yn smiled devilishly.

“You’re not supposed to curse, but then again, you’re not supposed to have sex either…” she joshed, kissing his jaw and gazing her tongue against his lips.

Lewis’ waist jolted, and he roughly freed his hands, directing one to her waist and the other to her neck, before pushing their lips together hastily. Yn whined, opening her lips and letting him explore her, her mouth, her body, using his tongue, his hands, his own body.

[...]

Shockwaves hit the two when he bottoms out in one brisk motion, and she was so wet, so ready for him, so needy, Yn could only moan and throw her head back. Lewis pounded into her, kissing her swollen lips and tasting his salty skin on her mouth, while Yn’s nails dug into his back, creating new shapes and shades around his tattoos.

[...]

Deep down he knew what she was, years of studying the bible and working in a church made him recognize the situation yet it was too late for both of them.

His deep thrusts made her clit grind against his pubic and she screamed his name like one does a prayer. She consecrated his body while he worshipped hers. Nothing had ever felt that intense to them.

Hell had never given her anything close to what she was having.

And Heaven had never revealed itself to Lewis.

Up until that moment.

Because if that woman was hell, he would endure any misery to have her body against his again. To be inside her. To preach about her thighs and cunt.

He couldn’t even find on himself to feel profane, or dirty.

Maybe because it was a dream, or he tried to tell himself that because the second his body shattered in pleasure and he felt her own orgasm milky him, her face buried in the space between his shoulders and neck, Lewis felt a sting on his neck [...].

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harryhoney-bee · 2 years

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I fall to pieces when I'm with you

Summary: Reader and Harry’s routine during a concert day, with lots of smut and lots of soft boyfriend!h

Warnings: Unprotected sex, use of showerhead, belly riding, a bit of domination, cockwarming, mentions of anxiety, and angst (very small, just an argument between Harry and reader).

Word count: 11.1k

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Y/n’s face was completely pressed against the soft pillow, her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, enjoying the comforting feeling that came with being in the limbo between being awake or asleep. Her body felt completely numb, the mattress was so cozy she could barely feel her torso or arms, it was like she was sinking in it. The only thing that assured her was in fact completely alive and in the same reality, she was when she fell asleep last night, was the warm body laid by her side.

Harry had an arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her closer to him, her back squeezing against his chest, his breathing was ghosting on the place between her neck and shoulder, his other arm was above her head. Needless to say, both of them were having the time of their life sleeping in a hotel bedroom instead of the door bus.

Y/n hated the tour bus, they had almost no privacy, considering the driver was in the bus, it was very shaky, which made her sick so many times, and of course, she could never sleep peacefully without thinking that an accident might happen. Thankfully they weren’t going to use it anymore, they were going to attend the next shows in Texas and New York, and Harry had already bought their airline tickets.

The girl felt Harry moving, his hold tightening around her body, the man kissed his forehead, and then her cheek, finishing with a peck on her lips. “‘Good morning, baby,” he said, resting his head on her shoulder. “C’mon, open your eyes for me, I miss you.”

Y/n laughed, turning around and being face to face with Harry, she stared at his green eyes for a few moments, she liked to see the different shades his eyes had, some days it was blueish, others completely forest green. Every morning she would find out her new favorite color while looking at his iris.

“I think it’s too early to say good morning,” she whispered. “The curtains are open and there are barely any sunbeams through the window.”

“It’s 7:30, I think it’s early enough.”

“7:30? Bye, I’m going back to sleep.” She rolled over, going back to her original position as Harry laughed at her indignation with being awake during dawn.

“But we need to be up, love.”

“Why?” she mumbled. “Do we need to be functioning members of society or something?”

She felt Harry remove his arm from her, the mattress moved, indicating he had gotten up. “Yes, silly. But Jeff also booked a gym for us, and my mom wants to have lunch with us.”

Y/n rubbed her eyes, getting rid of the sleepiness, and sat on the floor, the blanket hitting her thighs, the chilly air of the room making her bare nipples erect, suddenly she was reminded of all the things they did last night. It was the first time since Harryween that they were alone, completely alone, without any bus driver or crew member around, let’s just say they enjoyed their new privacy a lot.

Harry was also naked but different from her, he didn’t mind. He was walking around the room picking up their clothes without a care in the world while y/n could feel her cheek warm from embarrassment. She held the blanket higher, covering her naked torso.

“Can you give me my shirt, please?” she asked shyly.

“Why? Look so pretty like that,” he told her in a dramatic sad tone. “Don’t do this to me.”

“Do what?” she laughed, forgetting her shyness duo to Harry’s playful mode. “Why do you sound so hurt?”

“Because I am.” He did the well-known Florence Pugh face before picking the shirt she was using to sleep - the one Harry took off her body without a second thought after they were done with their shower -

He went in her direction, shirt in hand. “Lift your arm.”

Y/n did what he asked, he carefully dressed her as she let go of the blanket, not feeling so vulnerable anymore, even though being naked in Harry’s presence was never an uncomfortable experience, he always worshiped her body anytime he could.

He cradled her cheeks in his hands, kissing her nose. “Cute as always, now let’s go, we don’t have much time until Jeff knocks on our door screaming at us for being late.”

“I’ll brush my teeth first,” Harry said, running off to the bathroom.

“No! You always get to brush your teeth first, it’s my turn now.” Y/n ran behind him, finding him in front of the sink, his pink toothbrush already in his mouth. “Go to the side, please.” She said, trying to find a spot in front of the sink as well, but Harry didn’t move.

She rolled her eyes playfully at his behavior, his childish grin not being unnoticed by her. The girl tried to push him again, but he didn’t move an inch. “Having troubles, sweetheart?” he mumbled ironically, she almost didn’t understand what he said because of the amount of toothpaste on his mouth.

“You are my trouble,” Y/n told him. She gave up trying to move him, instead, she decided to sit on the bathroom counter by the side of the sink. It didn’t take long until she was the same height as Harry, her legs swinging on the counter.

“Ah don’t say that, that’s mean,” Harry gave her toothpaste while making a sad face. “I’m actually the answer to all of your problems, not one of them.”

She accepted the toothbrush and started to brush her teeth. “Are you, though?” Y/n questioned him, watching as Harry put his toothbrush away and went to grab his gym clothes, which he had left in a separate bag in the corner of the bathroom.

“Of course, I am! I’m a delight to have around.” He put on his boxers, before dressing himself in some black shorts and a red hoodie.

“This is giving me flashbacks of when I wrote sunflower vol. 6,” he suddenly said, looking at her and smiling. “-Tired eyes are the death of me-” he got one step closer to her. “-mouth full of toothpaste-”. The other. “-before I got to know you.”

Harry started to do a silly dance to the song he was singing, making Y/n laugh loudly. “You are such a dork,” she said. In response, he started to do the Watermelon Sugar dance, the same one he did when he won the Grammys.

“I’m a dork who loves you very much,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I’m always going to be grateful that you got to go to the Azoff annual family trip, or else we wouldn’t have met each other, and Fine Line wouldn’t have any of its songs.”

Y/n spit the toothpaste in the sink before cleaning her mouth with water. “And you wouldn’t have won a Grammy, because Watermelon Sugar also wouldn’t exist,” she said matter-of-factly, feeling a little boost on her ego.

“That too, of course,” Harry wrapped his arm around his body, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter and closer to his chest as well. He placed his chin on the top of her head, saying non- unmannerly “I bet mt life would be meaningless if I had never tasted you, such a sweet fucking pus-”

“Harry!” she interrupted him, not expecting him to use such vulgar words. “It’s seven in the morning!” She took her head off his chest, looking at him with a fake expression of displeasure. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

He laughed at her old saying. “Well, I kiss your mouth, that gotta mean something.”

She pushed him slightly so she could get off the counter, this time he gave her space, she went in the direction of her suitcase, which was open right by the bed, she took a pair of black leggings and a lilac sports bra, going back to the bathroom to change while Harry was putting his shoes on.

When she came back, Harry was sitting on the bed scrolling through his phone. “Kim just got the Pleasing kit, just posted on her story just now.”

“Kim? Like the Kardashian? I didn’t know they had sent it to her!” Y/n said surprised, getting closer to him and sitting on his lap. Harry welcomed her as always, wrapping his left arm around her as he gave her his phone for her to see it with her own eyes.

“I didn’t either, Jeff sent a message telling me to log in and see her profile, guess this is big, right?”

“Of course! Damn, H, this is more than big, do you know if they will send it to Kylie too?”

“I don’t know, they can send it however they way, well, everyone but Kendall,” he gave her a side-eye, making sure she wasn’t feeling uncomfortable by the conversation they had just engaged in. “it would be a little-.

"Awkward"

“Weird.”

They stood quiet for a few seconds, but the quietness didn’t last long. The couple began to laugh when they realized they had said almost the same thing at the same time. “Are you ready to go, baby?” Harry asked, changing subjects.

“Yep, I’m good to go.”

“Are you sure?” His eyebrows were raised. “Not forgetting anything?”

“I mean, I just need to put on my shoes but-”

Harry suddenly kissed the side of her neck, making Y/n confused, he seemed to be in a hurry, what happened. “Everything ok, H?”

“Yeah, just that I might have been a bit too harsh yesterday and you got the purplest hickey I had ever seen right at the back of your neck.”

“What? Are you for real?” Y/n got up from his lap, heading to the big mirror in front of their bed. “Harry how am I supposed to hide this now?” she asked, turning her head to the side and analyzing the bruise. “I told you so many times not to leave any marks if we aren’t going to be alone for the week, now people will see it!”

“Hey, I’m sorry, I forgot about it, I didn’t mean to do it, I know it’s not right, especially with the paparazzi following us around,” he got closer to her, but when he tried to hug her from behind, she stepped away from him.

“Are you really mad because of it?” He asked, getting frustrated as well. Harry watched as she went to the bathroom again, this time her make-up bag in hand.

“Yes, because if I was the one who gave you a hickey Jeff would bite my head off,” she argued, applying foundation on the purple skin.

“Baby, c’mon, I will be more careful next time.”

“It’s whatever,” she mumbled. “I think I’ll just stay here.”

He looked at her like she was crazy. “Why? Don’t be dramatic, it’s not like both of us had never gone out with a hickey on some part of our body.”

“The difference, Harry, is that we didn’t have any paparazzi dying to get a picture of us, what if they get a picture of the hickey? We’ll be on gossip sites for at least a week, it’s always like that when it comes to our private life, and most important of all, our sexual life,”

“I don’t wanna go out if it meant people on Twitter saying uncomfortable things about us, I want our sex life to stay in between us,” she continued, feeling very upset about the whole situation, especially because the makeup wasn’t working.”

Harry sighed, softly holding her arms and turning her to him. “I’m very sorry, I should’ve been more mindful about it, but you can wear your jacket, that one with a higher collar, the gym is completely private inside, so you can take it off to work out.”

Harry was feeling guilty now. Y/n wasn’t famous, she was Jeff’s sister’s friend. At first, Harry was repressing his feelings for her, not wanting to be in a relationship with someone who wasn’t in the media because he knew how hard it would be to keep her privacy, but Harry just couldn’t help but kiss her back when they shared their first kiss almost three years ago.

He was responsible for her well-being, he was supposed to keep her safe from crazy fans and rude paparazzi, but sometimes he would fail, like right now. She should never feel like she couldn’t go somewhere because she was dating him. “You know what? It’s ok, we can both stay here, I really want to catch up with some reading.”

“What? No, Harry, it’s ok, you can go.”

“I won’t leave you alone in a hotel room, alright?”

“But-” She looked around, contemplating her options. She truly didn’t want to stay in the hotel room, she also didn’t want Harry to stay either, she knew how he liked to train at the gym to let the stress out. She was just scared people would see the hickey and talk their asses off about something that was supposed to be intimate.

Y/n was dating Harry for quite some time, but she still wasn’t used to the bad parts of the celebrity life, but well, she couldn’t keep on not living her life because of a couple of people who didn’t have common sense.

“Ok, Guess the jacket will cover it, right? The makeup isn’t perfect, but it’s still not as visible as before,” she told him, reminding him that Harry didn’t do this to upset her, it was only a small mistake. “Maybe after the gym, we can try to search for the best way to get rid of hickeys.”

“Are you sure? I promise I won’t be upset in any way if you want us to stay.”

“Yes, I’m sorry for overreacting, I didn’t mean to ruin our day.”

“Hey, you never ruin anything,” he took her hand and led them to the main room, where Y/n put on her jacket, assuring the hickey was indeed hiding behind the layers of fabric. “You always make my heart get warmer than any sunshine ever could.”

Harry took their shared gym bag on his shoulder, and they left the room, their hands intertwined. Harry locked the door before going to the elevator, Y/n rested her head against Harry’s body.

This was what love was supposed to be like, she thought. The desire to be closer, just to feel the other’s presence; the ability to have an argument and make it better with a couple of words, and emphatic attitudes; the feeling of home, even though someone is a thousand miles away from their house.

“Are we having breakfast at the hotel’s restaurant?” Y/n asked, humming to the elevator’s song.

“I asked Tommy to pick up our breakfast on his way to the gym, but we can go to the restaurant too, it’s up to you.”

“I think I’m good, I just really need coffee right now.”

“You sound a bit addicted to me.”

“I don’t sound, I am.”

Jeff already had his car waiting for them just across the street from the hotel, he was already there with Tommy, who had four bags of Dunkin and coffee. Jeff was driving while Tommy was in the passenger seat while Y/n and Harry were in the backseat, and Y/n was eating donuts while listening to the men’s conversation.

“The Forum is already setting everything for the fans, there are signs around the city too, this will be a lovely show, Harry,” Jeff said while sipping his coffee, Y/n laughed as Tommy made funny faces at her through the outside mirror.

“That’s impressive, thanks man,” Harry answered, resting a hand on Y/n’s thigh. “Is Lizzo coming to this one? She told me she was coming but didn’t tell me what day.”

“I’m almost sure she is coming to Saturday’s show along with the boys from BTS, at least the head of security told me they were making a private area just for Saturday, not today,” Jeff said.

“Wait, BTS is coming?!” Y/n asked in excitement. “Why didn’t you tell me? Can you introduce me to Taehyung?” She turned to Harry, almost jumping on her seat. “Please?”

“Why are you so happy about it? I’m your rockstar boyfriend, not him?” He said with a grumpy face, making everyone in the car laugh.

“You are my favorite rockstar, ok? Just… please?” she gave him her puppy eyes, taking his hand.

“Alright, I can talk to them and maybe we can all meet backstage after the show,” Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around Harry.

“I love you,” she said in a low tone so just the two other two couldn’t hear what they were saying. “I’ll do whatever you want as a thank you.”

Harry kissed her head and hugged her back, tightening his hold. “I already have some ideas, don’t worry,” he said boyishly.

“What are you guys talking about?” Tommy asked, looking back at the two of them, who were now flushed, they quickly parted from each other, like a couple of teens who were caught messing around. Tommy gave them a judgment look, before continuing speaking. “Also, if Y/n is going to meet BTS, I want to meet them too.”

“Don’t worry, just be backstage at the next show and you guys can meet them.”

“You are the best boss,” Tommy said, turning around and looking at the road.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Harry answered cocky, making Y/n pinch him.

“Hey, what was that for?” He asked, rubbing the skin she bruised.

“Just an ego check.”

“That’s not what an ego check means,” he told her crabby, but his demeanor changed the same time she kissed her cheek.

In less than ten minutes they got to the gym, even though it was in a rather small part of LA, a few paparazzi were hiding on the other side of the road. They go inside the gym, being met by a completely empty building, well, besides the staff who was there working. The group greeted everyone there before heading to the room to start their workout.

Jeff and Tommy wanted to do some boxing, so they went in the opposite direction to Y/n and Harry. The couple was in a room with weight lift equipment, treadmills, and an area just for stretching and other exercises that didn’t require any equipment. Both of them started to work out separately, making small conversations.

“I’m dying,” Y/n said while lying down on the floor, sweat rolling from her forehead to the floor.

“You literally did 5 push-ups.”

“I know! Tiring right?” She sat down, taking a sip from her bottle of water and enjoying the moment to look at Harry’s body, well, thirst over it. He was in front of her lifting weights shirtless, his biceps and abs free of any fabric.

Y/n wasn’t a fan of the gym, but she sure enjoyed watching Harry train. He always looked so focused and well, hot. His curls would stick to the sides of his forehead, his cheeks and lips would get a brighter shade of pink, just like his cheeks. She could stare at him for hours, but, unfortunately, looking at Harry wasn’t considered any type of exercise, so she got up from the floor and started running on the treadmill.

Taylor Swift was playing on her Air Pods, the album of reputation album, to be more exact, she wanted to feel like a badass, and nothing made her feel more powerful than to listen to “this is what we can have nice things” and “I did something bad”.

Y/n continued on the treadmill, taking short breaks of five minutes as Harry kept on lifting weights, after 30 minutes he changed to the peck deck machine and Y/n couldn't help but stare at his chest and arms flexing with each movement.

“You aren’t as subtle as you think, angel,” Harry said cocky, turning his head to look at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes but still felt her cheeks burn for being caught.

“You don’t need to feel embarrassed, I’m also looking at you a lot, those pants fit your ass perfectly,” Harry continued, loving watching her under his gaze.

“Shut up,” she just told him, focusing on her run, but feeling happy that Harry watched her the same way she watched him.

They continued training until it was near 11 am, so the couple decided to leave and go back to the hotel. They asked if Jeff and Tommy wanted to join them, but the two men wanted to spend more time at the gym. The couple went ahead to say their goodbyes and headed to the exit, the paparazzi were still there, trying to get a picture of them together.

Harry noticed Y/n was nervous, so he wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her closer. “It’s ok, we're going to get in the car very fast, they won’t bother us.” He was trying to soothe her, he hated being the reason for Y/n’s distress.

“I’m not worried, it’s alright,” she lied. Harry knew the girl with the palm of his hand, he didn’t know why she would lie about her feelings like that, especially if it was something obvious, everybody, who didn’t know Y/n could see how stressed she was.

Harry said nothing, he just took her hand and quickly opened the gym’s door, making sure Y/n was right on his side. Thankfully the paparazzi stayed away, or else Harry would cause a scene. Y/n hated bright lights on her face, it gave her migraines, once they were "attacked" by paparazzi and she was up all night not being able to sleep because of the migraines.

When the chilly air met their faces, they quickly walked to the car, the paparazzi were calling for them, but the couple ignored them. Harry opened the door so Y/n could get in first, after she was settled, he followed her, finally feeling relaxed inside the comfort of their car.

The motorist asked if they were going to the hotel, and they answered with a yes. Y/n rested her head on Harry's shoulder as they drove away, the day barely started but Y/n was already tired, all she wanted was a shower.

"I'm sorry for the paparazzi," Harry mumbled, massaging Y/n’s back as the warm water from the show washed over their bodies.

Harry loved Y/n and wanted to show the whole world how beautiful and amazing she was, but whenever they were in public, she would get stressed and anxious, so it just wasn't worth it.

A lot of people said he was fake dating Y/n, or, the most absurd thing he ever read, that he was ashamed to be seen with her. Most people didn't know that was true, they chose not to know the truth. Harry just wanted to keep her safe and away from the mean– gossip magazines –world

"Not your fault, H," she answered, placing her hand on top of Harry’s, which made him stop massaging. "At least they didn't scream any mean things today," she joked, but Harry didn’t laugh.

When they first got together, and people didn't know she was connected with the Azoff, they would create the most bizarre theories. Even the paparazzi, which were normally just there to take pictures, would ask Y/n if she was a gold digger.

Needless to say, it was a very dark moment in their lives, but thank God it stopped, at least for a bit.

Harry kissed the place where her shoulders and neck met. "I will never let that happen again, never, alright?"

Y/n turned around, now facing him. "I know, but it's ok if it happens again, we don't have much control over what other people say about us." Y/n wrapped her hands around Harry's shoulder, pressing their chest together. "Please don’t beat yourself over it, H."

"I don’t beat myself over it, darling," Harry mumbled, resting his chin on her head. "Just want to make sure you are ok, that's it."

"I'm always ok when I'm with you."

They stood like that for a few minutes, just cleaning and enjoying each other’s bodies, but one of them couldn’t help their body reaction, which was Harry. Y/n quickly noticed his cock hitting the inside of her thighs, when she looked at Harry, he had his gaze fixed on the top of her head, his cheeks red.

"Harry, are you–"

"It will go down, ok?"

"We are just having a shower together!" She laughed, but Harry’s face turned twice as bright as it was. "Wait, are you embarrassed, baby?"

"Shut up, and let's not talk about it," he said grumpily, turning around, but Y/n knew he didn't mean it.

It was funny how Harry could have the dirtiest mouth ever but could feel embarrassed by having an unexpected boner.

Y/n kissed Harry's shoulder, pressing her tits to his wet back, she wrapped a hand around his body, resting it right below his navel, playing with his happy trail and Harry held his breath. "I'm not making fun of you baby, just funny to see how horny you get sometimes."

"It's not funny," he said in a low voice, stuttering the closer Y/n got to his cock. "I- We were talking about something serious, and I wanted to give you my full attention, I don't think only about sex when I'm with you, it's–" Y/n wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling the veins against the palm of her hand. "–it's just that we're in the shower and you look so fucking pretty, angel."

Harry tilted his head back as Y/n slowly began tugging his cock, rubbing the head for a few seconds before going south to give his balls some attention. "So good– just like that, fuck."

"Feeling good? I need to treat my man right, gonna give you everything you need, H" Y/n whispered in his ear, picking up the pace of her hand.

"Yeah, your man‐ oh god – your cock to, only yours," he moaned, closing his eyes. Harry was too immersed in the feeling, he was barely holding himself together, so he placed one hand on the wall to get more balance.

"Only mine, all the world wants you, but you come crawling to me every day," Y/n smugly said, feeling Harry’s cock becoming more rigid.

He was close.

"Baby– I'm gonna cum," he whined, moving his hips and thrusting against her hand. "So so close."

"Go on baby, make a mess, you are the one cleaning me up afterward anyway." Y/n bit his neck as she moved her hand, jerking Harry off, in less than a second the man was moaning loudly, his strikes of cum messing with her hand, his stomach, and the wall in front of them.

"Shh, just like that," Y/n continued masturbating Harry until he asked her to stop.

She took her hand off of him and hugged him from behind and he pressed his head against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Y/n squeezed her cheek on his muscular back, hearing his heartbeat coming down.

"You ok, baby?" Y/n asked, leaving a trail of kisses on his back, trying to make him relax.

"You were the one anxious, I should be in your position right now," Harry said, taking her hand and putting it underwater and he took the soap, cleaning her from his cum. When he was done, he took his own loofah to clean his stomach, but before he could start Y/n took the loofah from him, rubbing it on his belly and cleaning his body up. "Thank you," Harry said, letting her clean him in whatever way she wanted.

"You clean me, I clean you," she said sweetly. "And we don't have any positions here, you don't owe me sex just because I was anxious or stressed."

Harry held Y/n's hip, looking at her. "I know I don’t own you, but I really wanna fuck you right now." He said shamelessly, making a big contrast with how he was acting moments ago. "Gonna let me?" He could see the desire on her face, she wanted him as much as he did.

Y/n nodded, bringing her body closer to him and letting the loofah fall to the ground.

"Words, pretty girl, I wanna hear you say it." With a hand on her lower back, he pulled her against her body, pressing his hard cock on her thigh.

"Yes, please," Y/n tried to touch his cock, but Harry held her arm, not letting her move.

"I think you had your fun, now it's my turn, yeah? Turn around, belly on the wall, legs spread."

Fire starts to burn on the girl's body, the last time they had sex was yesterday, but it never felt like it was enough when she was with Harry, she craved his body all the time, and by the way, he was acting, he felt the same desire she did.

She turned around, pressing her chest to the wall, keeping her legs apart. Harry stood behind her, he pulled her hips so he could have easier access and she could have more balance.

"You look so beautiful like that," Harry was watching her, the way her ass and thighs were wet with water made his cock harder. He brought his right hand to her pussy, spreading her open before slowly entering her with a finger, just one, making sure she was ready to take him.

"So wet already, my poor thing, have you been this needy for how long?" He asked in a condescending tone. "Answer me, baby."

"Jerking you off turned me on, you know I like it," she answered bluntly, feeling eager.

Harry took the showerhead and pointed at his own skin, making sure the pressure wasn’t uncomfortable. "Always been a slut for my cock, you just can't help yourself." He turned the showerhead in her direction, placing it between her thighs so the water was hitting her clit.

"H–oh my god," she moaned, trying to hold onto something for support. Harry saw she was struggling to stay up, so he let her hold to his arms as he played with the water on her clit.

They usually didn't use the showerhead together, if Y/n did use it, it was normally when Harry was away, or she was taking her morning shower and wanted to get off quickly so she could go to work. Even though Harry wasn't much experience with it, he was sure he was at least doing an ok job, since Y/n's legs were already shaking, and her nails were digging into his skin.

"Right there, fuck–" Y/n was fighting her body, not wanting to release any time soon, but the water was hitting at the most perfect place, the pleasure was great, and the temperature was lukewarm.

Harry's strong presence was also making her see stars, the way he was just standing behind her making sure she got all the pleasure made her want to sink to her knees for him.

"Am I treating you well?" Harry whispered in her ear, coming closer and pressing his chest on her back, his right hand was holding the shower head as the left o held her hip bone, keeping her in place. "My baby deserves to relax a little, you’re too tense lately."

"I'm not too tense, ju-just tired from all the traveling," Y/n confessed. At this point, she didn't know if the water in between her thighs came from the showerhead or from her own body.

"Just a few more shows and we'll go home." Harry teased her neck with his teeth. "I'm gonna fuck you in every corner of our house, I’m going to lock us there so no one can bother us, just you and me."

"But if you want that to happen you need to cum for me now, alright? Cum for me, be my best girl." The luscious words spilling from his mouth were enough to make Y/n reach her high.

Her knees began to buckle as waves of pleasure ran through her body, making Y/n roll her eyes and moan the loudest she ever did.

Y/n wasn't sure what happened next, the next time she felt conscious she was pressed to Harry’s chest, his lips on her forehead, and no showerhead was in contact with her body anymore. She realized she was only standing because Harry was holding her.

"You ok, love? Very intense, huh?" He asked, smiling tenderly at her, his hand was on her back, stroking the skin.

"Y‐yeah, it was very good," she mumbled, trying to catch her breath. "We need to use the showerhead more often"

"We really do." Harry laughed. "Now let’s finish our shower, ok?"

She looked at him. "But I want you," Y/n confessed, feeling embarrassed to say she actually wanted to be fucked.

Harry stroked her cheek with his thumb. "I know baby, I want you too, but you can barely stand on your own, so you might fall if I fuck you here."

Y/n loved his dirty mouth so fucking much.

"I'll have you when we're done here, now let’s clean up," he continued, rubbing her body with her loofah.

They spent 5 more minutes in the shower before they left, towels wrapped around their wet body. Y/n was heading to the bathroom, but Harry held her upper arm, making her turn around. "What, H? Let's go to bed, we don't have much time."

"I know, we need to be quick, but I want to fuck you here," he gently pulled her body, making her stand in front of him in a way both of them were in front of the big bathroom sink, the large mirror reflection their faces. Harry was behind her, his hand tugging at her towel until it fell to the floor.

"Just how I like," he whispered, leaving kisses all over her neck, his hand met her breast, playing with her nipple as his other hand touched her cunt, feeling the wetness spreading around on his finger. "My gorgeous girl, so ready for me."

"Just for you," she moaned, moving her hips and trying to create some friction with his finger. "Need you, H."

Harry kissed her head, pulling her hips to his body so she was bent over on the sink, her arms holding her upper body. "Gonna give you what you need, gonna treat you nicely." Harry caressed her back as he made eye contact with Y/n through the mirror.

He quickly tugged at his towel, so he was completely naked, his hard cock hitting Y/n’s backside. Without losing a second Harry wrapped his hand around his throbbing com and placed it on her hole, teasing the girl and himself.

"If we didn’t have to go down for lunch in 15 minutes, I would fuck you until you wouldn't be able to walk, sweetheart," Harry said as he entered her in one go, feeling the head of his cock hitting her cervix, her tight walls contracting around him.

"But I'm a good boyfriend, so I’ll be nice to you." He began thrusting inside her at an even pace, his hand grabbing her love handles, which helped him with the rhythm.

"Fuck, Harry," Y/n moaned, her cheek pressed on the cold bathroom counter as Harry moved, fucking her from behind with deep thrusts. "You're so big."

"Yeah? Like my cock, baby?" He placed his hand on her neck, keeping her in place.

"So much, I love it." Y/n fingers were holding to the counter for dear life. With the pace Harra was working in and out of, she would quickly get hurt if she didn’t have any place to hold on to.

"Good, because it's yours, all for you," Harry breathed. "Just like this cunt is mine, right?"

"Of course, I'm all yours," Y/n rolled her eyes as Harry found her G spot. "There, don't stop, please."

"Won't stop, fuck, feels so good, baby." He was pounding with hips faster now, wanting for the girl to cum first. "Look at me, c'mon," he said as the girl took her face off the counter, looking at him through the mirror.

"Just like that, look at me while I fuck you, I want this image printed in your brain until it is the only thing you can think of." Harry held her hips with one hand as the other one was placed on her mouth. "Suck them, get them nice and wet for me." He simply said, smiling as she did obediently what he asked.

Her tongue was twirling around his fingers, sucking on them until her cheeks were narrowed. She was so close, every slamming of his hips brought her closer to the edge, sometimes Y/n thought his cock was fucking magic.

"Good girl," He bent his own body so he could get closer to her. Harry took his fingers off her mouth, placing them right on her clit since Y/n couldn't orgasm only from penetrative sex.

He watched her face filled with pleasure as he tried his hardest to keep a good pace with his hips and fingers. "I love having you all to myself, you are a fucking dream baby," Harry said, feeling his orgasm nearby.

"H, I'm gonna cum, I'm so so close," Y/n whined, moving her body along with Harry.

"You can cum baby, I'll hold you, c'mon, drench my cock," he worked fast on her clit, and without any more warning she cummed, her wetness soaking the inside of her thighs as the warm feeling of release filled her body.

"You look so pretty when you cum," Harry mumbled, slamming against her, filling his ball tightening with need, before he realized he was cumming inside of her, his semen coating her walls.

He lazily moved his hips too many times, making sure she had milked him dry. "Baby, this was amazing," he said, eyes closed as he caressed Y/n's skin. "Feeling good? Was I good to you?"

"You always are, but this position it's getting uncomfortable." The girl smiled as Harry carefully pulled out of her and helped her stand straight. He wrapped his arms around her, placing them on her stomach as he kissed her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t know it was uncomfortable, I love you." He moved his lips to her cheeks. "Let me clean you up, stay here."

He turned around and took some toilet paper sheets, kneeling in front of her. "Open, baby, I’m gonna be quick, I promise."

Y/n did what he asked and felt as Harry tenderly cleaned the mess in between her thighs, loving the way he was so gentle about it. He kissed her navel before getting back on his two feet and cleaning his cock. The man threw the paper in the bin and picked up their towels from the floor.

"Let me help you with this, love," he said, taking Y/n's soft towel and helping her wrap it around her body. "Why don't you go lay in bed while I organize things here?" He suggested.

Y/n looked around, yeah, the bathroom was very messy, with their hair and face products thrown on the bathroom counter and the shower area filled with empty shampoo bottles. "I can help you, it's ok."

He held her arm gently, guiding her out of the bathroom. "Your legs are a bit shaky, and I don’t want you doing any work, so just stay here and relax for a moment, ok, my beautiful girl."

Harry knew he won her over the beautiful girl.

Smart bastard.

"Ok, but don't take too long, we have lunch with your mom," Y/n told him, placing her head on the pillow, she wasn't going to sleep, she actually just wanted to rest a bit, Harry really tired her out, but she loved every second of it.

"Don't worry about it, I'm gonna text her and say we're gonna be 20 minutes late, so you can rest," Harry kissed her forehead and left the room.

Maybe she could nap a little bit.

"I'll see you at the show, mom!" Harry said as the elevator stopped at the floor Anne was staying at the hotel.

"I can meet you here so we can leave together, Anne, since Harry has to leave earlier than us," Y/n told Anne, who was wearing a lovely blue dress.

They had finished getting lunch at the Hotel's restaurant and were heading back to their rooms. The lunch was lovely, after a long time Harry finally had the opportunity to see Anne, and the older woman was more than excited to watch Harry performing the whole Fine Line album for the first time.

Unfortunately, Harry couldn't spend all of his days with Y/n and Anne because he had 2 hours of rehearsal. He had invited them to watch him rehearse with the band, but Anne said she wanted a surprise for her, and Y/n wanted to make company for her mother-in-law, so she also decided to stay at the Hotel.

"Ok honey, I'll be waiting for you, just give me a call when the car gets here, please," Anne kissed Y/n on the cheek. "And you, my star boy, be careful around the stage with all those wires, I love you." She hugged Harry tenderly. "Don't forget to take some snacks too, and please don't eat burning soup, I know you have this tendency but–"

"Mom, please, you don't need to worry about that," Harry laughed. "Y/n bought some chips for me and the band, and the safety team is very professional, they always make sure every electrical device is safe, only focus on tonight's show."

"I will always worry about you." Harry could see how much she missed him, he could barely stay a day without face timing his mom, so actually having her here was making him quite emotional.

"I don't wanna keep you here, I know you need to work soon, have a good day, baby, and you too, darling." With that they said their goodbyes, watching as Anne turned right, heading to her room.

Y/n learned of Harry's body as the elevator went up, taking them to their floor. "Your mum is really proud of you, H," Y/n said, taking Harry’s finger and intertwining it with her own. "I am too, you have three sold-out shows at The Forum, that's such a big thing."

The elevator opened and the couple left the small cubicle, walking to the only door on the floor. Harry pressed his hotel card and the door opened. They were met with their cozy room, which Harry had organized while Y/n took a 15-minute nap.

"You are stroking my ego, love," Harry said in a playful tone, but Y/n knew playing at this arena was a big deal to Harry.

Y/n noticed they were close to the bed, so pulled his and her body to the mattress, the two of them falling on the soft material. "I'm serious, it's gratifying seeing how far you got, how you reached a solid fan base with your songs, with just being yourself, you deserve everything you have right now." She packed his lips, not commenting on how red his cheeks were.

"Thank you, my love." Harry loved praise, but when they were about something deeper or meaningful, he often got shy. "It's very impactful to see how much my life changed. First one direction, then HS1, Fine Line, the US tour, Pleasing, the movies"

Y/n laid on the bed, Harry followed her, placing his head on her tummy as she stroked his curls, listening carefully to every word he said. "Sometimes I think that I might not be rightful of all of that." He confessed. " I look back and see everything me, my team, and family went through just so I'll be able to perform and do what I love, and I think that I'm so grateful for every single one of them."

"That's why your fans, and practically everyone who meets you, have something nice to say about your personality, baby." She began to do small brains on his hair, ones that should be gone in less than a minute. "You are always working to be a better artist, and you never forget where you belong."

"Did you just quote One direction?" He asked laughing, looking up at her.

"I mean, some lyrics were very deep, good ones to use in a conversation like this one."

"I'm glad to know the song you like is the one I did not help writing." He pushed the fabric of her t-shirt up so he could have free access to her skin. "But it's ok, it is a good song."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, but I got an email today from the director of My Policeman," he placed his shoulder on the mattress, one on each side of her body. "They said we'll have to re-shoot some scenes–"

"Oh really? When–"

"–During our Christmas break," he said in one go, knowing damn well Y/n would get upset, and he was right, the roll of her eyes came faster than a heartbeat. "It will probably take 2 weeks maximum."

"Harry." Was the only thing Y/n said, not wanting to be near him. "You promised me we could be alone– no work, no nothing– after you finished the US leg!"

"I know, and I'm sorry for breaking my promise, but I just need you to listen to me for a few seconds, ok?" Harry was serious, he really wasn't in the mood for any arguments, and he also didn’t want to upset Y/n in any way. "When we finished shooting the movie, they said everything was ok, but there was some problem with the scenario in some outdoor scenes."

"It will only take 2 weeks to re-shoot, and I'll be in London, so we can still see each other." He gently pecked her lips, glad that she didn't push him away.

"I miss being with you and only you, H" Y/n mumbled. "I know I'm being childish right now, especially after our talk about your professional life." Y/n cursed herself, she shouldn't let her sadness turn into anger, most important of all, not towards Harry since he was doing nothing wrong.

"You aren’t being childish, I would feel disappointed if I were in your position too, I'm sorry for making a promise it wasn't 100% up to me to keep it," he hugged her, hiding his face on her neck. "I love you, I'm sure we will still have an amazing holiday, ok? We're gonna stay at my mom's after the re-shooting is over, and come back to California if you want."

"I love you too, baby," she caressed his back. "Yeah, I like California, but I also love Japan. We could go there too, for New Year's Eve or something."

"Whatever you choose darling."

The couple spent 10 minutes just laying down, Harry talked about the show and Pleasing’s launch while Y/n stroked his hair. When it was 5:00 pm Harry gave her a peck on the lips and got up from the bed, going straight to his suitcase, he took a simple black hoodie and sweatpants and changed from his old clothes.

While Harry got ready Y/n decided to get some work done, she got her laptop and started answering emails and making some phone calls. Y/n worked with Jeff at the administration part of the Azoff company, it was very stressful, but she absolutely loved it, especially because she could work on her laptop while being in any country in the world.

Y/n was too focused on her work to notice that Harry was ready to leave, so the mas went to her side of the bed, trying to catch her attention. "Hey miss boss, I'm leaving now." He said a bag on his shoulder.

"You know I'm not anyone's boss." She put her laptop to the side and got on her knees on the bed, standing the same height as Harry.

He wrapped his arms around her. "Well, you are my boss, my favorite one, actually."

"Yeah? Good, because you are my favorite rockstar, so we're even." Y/n softly kissed Harry, slipping her tongue inside his mouth.

Harry bit her lips but stopped his movements. "I'm gonna be late," he whispered against her mouth.

"No good luck sex?"

"No good luck sex, unfortunately," he took a step back to look at her face. "But we gonna have some the-show-was-awesome sex, alright?"

"Ok, yeah, that's good," Y/n left the bed and walked to their mini-bar, taking two sandwiches, which were wrapped in plastic. "I made those while you were getting ready, please don't forget to eat them, or else your mom will be mad at me."

Harry accepted the sandwiches, smiling at her. "She could never be mad at you, you know that."

"Yes, I do, but I still want to make sure her son is well fed."

"You are very silly." Harry put his shoes on and took his phone. "The car is already there, I'll see you at the show, if you get there half an hour earlier, we can meet backstage and I can show mom around."

"Alright, I’ll talk to her so we can leave the hotel earlier, I'm sure she'll love to see behind the scenes." They walked to their hotel room's door. "And I'll love to spend some time with you and the band before the show."

"Of course, you will, my little lucky charm, aren't you?" He pecked her lips, opening the door.

"Bye, be safe, and let me know when you get there! I'm gonna have some work done and then get ready." Y/n told him.

"I'll let you know, and don't worry about me, please don't get too stressed about your work."

"I'm gonna try," she watched as Harry walked to the elevator, blowing her a kiss. "I love you."

"Love you too, my baby," Harry waved at her before disappearing into the elevator.

Y/n turned around and closed the door, being met with an empty room, she got back on the bed. Those emails weren't going to answer themselves.

Y/n and Anne were watching as Harry sang Kiwi, the last song of the night. They were in the private pit with Jeff enjoying themselves and celebrating that Anne was there with them. Harry, not so subtle, stopped the show to make a special greeting to Anne and blow a kiss to Y/n.

Tonight, the fans were amazing, some of them stopped at the private pit to wave and said how beautiful Y/n looked. The girl got shy, she still wasn't used to all the attention, but she was happy that the fans were kind and chill.

When Harry did the whale and finished the show, a security man was there to escort Anne, Y/n, and Jeff, making sure they got backstage. Jeff excused himself to talk to Glenda through the phone, while Anne and Y/n went looking for Harry. They found him in less than 5 minutes, he was shirtless, drinking a bottle of water while chatting with the staff. When Harry saw them, he quickly excused himself and walked in the women's direction.

He kissed Anne on the cheek and Y/n on the lips. "Did you enjoy it? What did you think mom?"

Anne hugged Harry and unexpectedly began to cry. "You looked amazing, son, I'm so proud of you, I wish all of our family could come to watch you."

"Mom, don't cry, you're here now, that's all that matters.

"I know, I know, this is a happy moment, I'm sorry." She cleaned her tears. "But you truly looked amazing, I missed watching you sing."

"I miss you too, mum, so much," Harry kissed her head. "I need to go change, it will be quick, if you guys need to go to the bathroom or want to eat something just ask Michael." Harry pointed at an older man with a gentle face. "He knows around and can help you."

"Ok, we'll wait for you, baby" Y/n said. "We're going straight to the hotel, right?"

"Yes, unless you guys have other plans," Harry answered, looking at Anne.

"I have no other plans, I really want to go to bed," Anne laughed.

"Good things we are on the same page, mom " Harry turned his head to Y/n and winked at her. "I'll be right back."

With that, he turned to the other hallway to get change and take his bag. Y/n's eyes were following Harry's every move, watching his strong back and muscular abdomen.

She couldn't wait to get to the hotel.

The first thing Harry did when they got back to their hotel room was press Y/n against the wall, kissing her hungrily as softly pulled Harry’s head. "You have no idea how hot you look in this dress," he said in her ear, hiking her dress up so he could place his hand on her ass. "When I sang medicine tonight, I couldn't take my eyes off of you."

"I noticed, it was very obvious." Harry pulled her hair, which gave more access to her neck. "I couldn’t take my eyes off of you either, especially from your chest and abdomen," she gasped as his lips met her neck and shoulder.

"Yeah, you like it?" He took her hand and placed it under his shirt, right on his belly, the place where he tattooed the butterfly. "Touch it, it's yours."

Y/n rake her nails across his skin, not enough to bruise, but enough to give Harry the exact amount of pain he enjoyed it. Harry squeezed her ass, bringing her closer. "You look gorgeous, I'm so lucky to have you." He mumbled, kissing her neck. "What do you wanna do, tell me."

The girl was silent for a few seconds, thinking of what she wanted, when her hands stopped firm at his abdomen, she knew exactly what she was going to say. "I wanna ride your belly, right on the butterfly."

Harry raised his eyebrows, not expecting that. "Yeah? Wanna ride me? Let's go, I'm going to give you what you want." Harry eagerly pulled her arm, walking to the bed. Without waiting for a second, he fell to the mattress on his back, taking off his clothes, laying naked.

Y/n go to the bed on her knees and Harry pulled her dress off her body. Harry took some time to enjoy the view of Y/n's breasts, but the girl was also impatient. She quickly threw her underwear on the floor, and she straddled Harry’s abdomen, her wetness making direct contact with his skin.

Harry held her hips with one hand as the other one played with her nipple, making the girl moan and slowly start to rock against him. The man helped her dictate the rhythm, Harry wanted to feel in control today, and Y/n was glad to give him that.

"My pretty angel," he said, watching Y/n, she truly pooled celestial like that. "You're making a mess on my belly, you're gonna need to clean it later with your mouth."

"I'm gonna do whatever you want, H." She focused on rubbing her clit using circular movements.

"I know you will, my good girl." Harry took his hand off her breasts and wrapped it around his hard cock, which was standing tall against the girl's back.

He tugged at it, moaning as the pleasure started to fill his body, he teased the slit with his thumb, feeling it wet with pre-cum. Harry looked at Y/n, the girl had her eyes closed, concentrating on riding him, as soft breasts were moving with each of her movements.

Harry used the sight above him to touch himself, tightening his hand around his cock, moving it up and down slowly since he didn't want to cum too soon.

"You have no idea how good you look right now," he said, helping her move her hip when she lost her rhythm. "Don't be lazy, baby, you need to move too."

"It's hard, I wanna cum." Y/n placed her hand across his chest.

"If you wanna cum you need to work for it a bit, alright?" She looked at him with a pout on her face, which made Harry roll his eyes. "Ok you brat, stay there looking pretty while I do everything." Y/n smiled as she could finally stop moving, instead, Harry placed both hands on her hips, making her rock against him as the girl just enjoyed the amazing feeling.

Harry wasn't really upset or mad, he loved spoiling her, especially when they were having sex. She deserved everything good in the world, so Harry was going to give her that.

"It feels so good, H," she said, digging her nails into Harry’s chest, right on the birds.

"Good baby, that's how you should always be feeling." Harry was struggling a lot not being able to touch his cock, but the Pleasing look on Y/n's face was worth it.

"I'm close, so close," Y/n whined, feeling the familiar warm feeling taking over her body little by little.

"Good, drench me, go on." Harry picked up the pace with his hands, rocking her body fast wanting to watch her come undone.

He smiled when he saw Y/n's face opening up and her thighs shaking. Harry loved watching her cum, he loved knowing he was the one who gave her all this pleasure. He continued moving her hips, but this time he was gentler, not wanting to overstimulate her.

If it wasn't for the two hands holding her, Harry was sure Y/n would fall right to his body, her legs and arms went limp, and her breathing was heavy. Harry took her hand, which was splayed over his chest, and held them together, taking them over his head, making Y/n lay down on his chest with each arm around Harry's neck.

Harry took his hands off her hips and hugged her, kissing her head. "Did so good, baby," he whispered. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she mumbled, eyes heavy. "I know you're hard, just give me a minute."

Harry smiled. "Don't worry about that, we don't have to do anything if you are feeling tired, let's just relax."

Y/n dismissed what he said, she was totally in the mood, she just needed some time to breathe and wait until her legs were less shaky. Harry caressed her back as she calmed down, he didn’t say a word, just gave her tender touches.

As promised, after a few minutes, Y/n was back at it again, she gave sloppy kisses across Harry’s jaw, trailing kissing across his chest and belly. She cleaned his butterfly tattoo with her tongue, tasting her wetness as she went south close to his cock. It was hard and oozing pre-cum, the poor man was desperate to feel her.

She held his throbbing cock with her right hand as her lips sucked at her head, tasting the salty taste of his skin, she twirled her tongue around the slip, feeling Harry bucking his hips keenly.

Y/n took more of him in her mouth, feeling his cock hitting her throat, she hollowed her cheeks and began moving her head up and down.

"Fuck baby," Harry moaned, placing a hand on her neck, legs shaking as she started to play with his ball. "So, fucking good."

She scraped her teeth on his shaft, loving his reaction, the girl continued with her movements until Harry pulled her up by his hand, which made the girl upset. "What happened? I want it in my mouth."

"I know, but I want to fuck you, can I do that?" He cleaned her lips from the pre-cum, placing his thumb on her tongue so she could clean his thumb.

"Yes, please," she said, nodding, taking his thumb out of her mouth. "I want you on top, please."

Harry smiled. "Of course, you do." He quickly turned them around, making sure Y/n was comfortable on the bed before starting to kiss her collarbone. "Your skin tastes delightful."

"I would take my time with you, but not today, I want to feel your cunt on my cock now," he shamelessly said, taking his cock and sliding inside her easily. "So, fucking wet and thigh." He moaned as Y/n rolled her eyes, finally filling full.

"You're so big, fuck." Harry placed his head on her shoulder, and he moved his hips, bottom out of her stilling for a few seconds, and begin moving again.

His head was on her love handles, moving Y/n with his as he quickly fucked her. He bent his head closer to her, biting her lips as they touched their tongue together, enjoying each other’s taste. "So lovely you are." He murmured pounding into her, feeling completely needy for her body.

"Best cunt in the world, always ready for me," He placed his hand on the mattress as he moved, the headboard hitting the wall with every slamming of his body. "I worshiped the ground you stepped on, my darling, you got me wrapped in your pinky."

"I love it when you talk like that to me," she placed her hand on his muscular back, bringing her chest closer until she could feel his heartbeat beating alongside hers.

"Just telling you the truth, angel," Harry smooth took one pillow from the mattress and placed it under Y/n's back, all of that without stopping thrusting into her, now he could fuck her deeper. "I'm all yours, just like you're mine."

"My soulmate, that's what you are," he continued fucking Y/n, but now the feeling in his chest was much more than pure desire, he was feeling passion, almost drunk on it.

He placed his hand on her clit, rubbing it gently. "I need you to cum with me, I'm almost there." He was going to cum earlier than normal, but the blowjob she gave him almost made him spill.

"I'm almost there, please," she moved her hips with him, feeling his cook right on her G spot. "There, right there–fuck."

"Feels so good, so warm," Harry slammed his hips needly, feeling his orgasm close. "Need you to cum first, please."

"I'm going–oh, there," Y/n bit back her moan as Harry's lips attached to her nipple, sucking at it keenly.

The wave of pleasure crushed her body unexpectedly, making her thigh her walls against Harry and her eyes roll. She wrapped her legs around Harry's hips as he pounded into her, following her in her orgasm moments after. Harry released came in spurts, filling her up as both of them reached their high.

Harry rested his chin on her shoulder, breathing her in, trying to calm his body and mind. He soothed her upper arm and kissed her cheek. "How are you feeling, baby?" He asked, eyes still closed. "Are you hurt anywhere? Did I grab your hips too tightly?"

"No, I'm ok, just– wow," she said, making Harry smile. "I'm tired though."

"Yeah? Ok, let me clean you and I'll help you get ready for bed," when he was about to pull out, she placed her hand on his lower back, not letting him.

He looked down at her, confused. "I want you inside, don't go, please."

Her soft tone made Harry's heart warm. "I need to clean you and get you some food, baby," he stroked her cheek with his thumb. "But when we get ready for bed, we can cockwarm until you fall asleep, how does that sound?"

"I don't wanna be alone," Y/n said with a sad tone.

"You aren't going to be alone, we're in the same room, I'll just go get some tissues, you'll be able to see me from here," Harry explained, he always tried to be gentle with her, especially after sex.

He kissed her forehead. "I'll be right back, you won't even miss me."

"Yes, I will,' Y/n told him, watching as he got up from the mattress, putting his boxers on before heading to the bathroom, coming back moments later with a box of baby wipes.

He got on the mattress again, placing his warm hands on her thighs. "Open your legs for me, please? Let me take care of you, yeah?"

Y/n didn't fight him on that, slowly spreading her legs and feeling the soft cotton material on her skin, cleaning her thighs and in between her legs. Harry was very tender, not rubbing it harshly, instead, his hands felt like feathers. "I wanna eat chocolate," Y/n mumbled as Harry finished cleaning her up, putting the used wipes in the bin.

"Chocolate? Ok, I think we have some here." He walked to their suitcase, taking her pajama top and helping her dress herself, her lower body still bare

"Lift your arm– yeah, thank you." Harry went to the freezer, taking some chocolate, a cereal bar, and a bottle of water, feeding her and making sure she drank half the bottle.

Y/n was very soft, doing everything he asked without complaining, normally she would act a bit bratty during aftercare, but not today.

When they were done, Y/n looked up to Harry with her doe eyes. "Can we cockwarm now?"

Harry smiled. "Yes, of course, get on your side while I put all of this away." He said, mentioning the food.

Y/n did what he asked as Harry put the leftover in the fridge. He came back and took off his boxers, being naked again, he laid down by Y/n's side, spooning her.

The man jerked his cock for a few seconds, getting it hard. "Can I, baby?" He asked.

"Yes, please." The girl snuggled to his body as Harry entered her, completely bottom out.

"Now you can sleep, c'mon, close your eyes," he whispered, kissing the back of her head and watching as she drifted to sleep. "I love you, sleep well."

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