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jupiter-letters · 5 days

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Having thoughts about Husband!Art and his hands...

A/N: A little fic this weepy eyed blonde boy, I watched challengers yesterday and I'm obsessed.I need Art like carnally. People being hot in movies is so back dude. This was written with a fem!reader(afab, no other physical description will be written) in mind. This is my first attempt at smut so go easy on me I beg.🙏🏽

Word count: 1476

TW: Sexu*l content, f*ngering, reader just having a rough day in general.

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One of the things that attracted you to your husband was his hands. The way his muscles in his hands tighten when he grips his racket, how he holds his coffee mug when takes a sip of coffee in the morning and the way they glide against your skin when you make love.

After having a difficult day he'd like to put those hands to use for you as he so often loves to do....

You walk into your home and make a beeline toward your bathroom, you need to get the grime of the day off you. You don't even notice Art on his laptop on the couch, he was about to greet you before he saw the look on your face. He just watches you kick off your shoes and drop your bag on the floor. You always greet him when you get home but he can tell it's been one of those days. He shuts his laptop off and the tv then makes his way to your bedroom. He spots your scattered clothes all over the floor and hears the roar of the bathtub's spout coming to life.

Art leans up against the door to hear what you might be doing, he hesitates before knocking on the door. "Baby?" The sound of running water stops and he hears a small tired voice answer, "Come in.." He opens the door to the sight of you naked and bare, head down in front of the mirror. He looks at you for a moment and turns his eyes to the floor as he shuts the bathroom door behind him. You turn your head toward him but avoid his eyes, he doesn't force you to meet his gaze.

Art moves behind you in silence and touches your shoulders just to test the waters of how much you're willing to be touched at this moment. You accept it, not moving away but not leaning into it. He wraps his body around you and kisses your shoulders. He kisses up to the back of your neck. "You wanna talk about it?", he asks as you take a moment to answer such a simple question. You just shake your head, still silent, you do turn around and look up at him. He looks into your eyes, a silent understanding takes over him. "Ok." He whispers, Art moves over to the bathtub and turns the knob back on. He goes to the sink cabinet and grabs some bubble bath. He pours some of the liquid in the water and glides in his hand in the water to make sure the temperature's perfect for you. Once the tub is full you step inside and breathe a sigh of relief. The sweet smell of the bubbles and the warm water expels the tension from your body. Art kneels next the tub, he crosses his arms over the rim and lays his head on his forearms. He gives you a small smile and you return it, you both gaze at each other in quiet admiration. Art takes a hand and caresses your knee with such tenderness, the feeling of his lithe fingers brings you such comfort.

He moves his body forward and moves his hand further down your thigh looking at you for permission to keep going. You nod your head looking at him expectantly wondering what he was planning to do. Very slowly he slides his hand into the water in between your thighs, eyes laser focused on his own actions. You can feel him gently part your folds, using his index and middle finger to stroke your clit. He moves them slowly up and down, ghosting your entrance. Art looks back up at you when he hears you gasp quietly, he smiles again at the sound. “You want some more baby? Don’t worry I’ll give it to you, I’m gonna take care of you.” he purrs at you, but you won’t get what you want so quickly, he lives to tease you. He adds more pressure to your bud and rubs in more circular motions. Your breath quickens and you lull your head to the side pressing against the tub's rim. He stops for a moment just to move closer to your head so he can kiss your cheek and move onto your lips. You position your body closer to his head and crane your head to taste his lips more. Art continues stroking your clit, rubbing and pinching it between his fingers. He swallows every gasp, groan and whimper you make, stretching the muscles in his neck as far as he can to reach your mouth. The sensation of him touching you and the heat from the water has covered your body in a light sheen of moisture, everything about you is so wet and pliant. He finally feels that you’re ready to take his fingers, he stops kissing you. He wants to look in your eyes as he slides them, he wants to see your mouth part and hear a raspy moan slip from your lips.

There’s nothing Art loves more than the look of dazed bliss you get when he’s inside of your body. As he prods your entrance he watches you closely, “Sweetheart look at me…” ,he murmurs. You look up at him, hungry and waiting, the moment you do he slides his fingers eliciting a high pitched moan from you, mouthing widening in pleasure. He continues his slow pace, you can feel the metal of his wedding ring brush up against your lips as he pushes his fingers deeper. He leaves kisses all over your face before returning to your lips, smiling into the kiss. He opens his eyes for a moment to see your legs writhing and clenching around his hand when he curls his fingers every so slightly. The sight makes his arousal even stronger than before, a small wet spot makes its appearance in his sweatpants. He wouldn’t even need to touch himself, the sight alone of you slowly reaching your peak is enough to make him cum all on his own. The tension in your core continues to build, Art notices you shuddering and finally lets you have what you want. He puts his fingers in as far as he can and makes a scissoring gesture along with curling them pressing into your g-spot at random. As he does this it becomes harder to focus on his mouth devouring you and mind begins to go blank. You grip your hands onto his forearm and shoulder to anchor yourself. He angles his head to kiss the underside of your jaw while he increases his pace. The water in the tub starts to move violently as your body shakes and your legs thrash. You make the attempt to kiss Art again but are overwhelmed by the sounds that escape your mouth, he lets you moan into his mouth keeping his eyes closed and savoring the sounds. One final beckon of his fingers sends you over the edge, tilting your head back, orgasm rippling throughout your body. Art nuzzles his nose against yours and presses his forehead to yours.

It’s a full minute before he pulls his fingers out of you, when he does he drags his hand up and over your stomach. Between your breasts and glides up the side of your neck, he takes his thumb and caresses your lips before sliding them into his mouth. He smiles down at you and giggles. You laugh with him, “What?” you ask curiously. “I was supposed to help you get clean, not sweaty,” he says with a grin. You laugh again at his statement, “Well…it doesn’t matter, I do feel better now.” He smiles and kisses your forehead, he moves over to the towel holder on the wall and grabs one for you. You wipe some of the suds off you before you stand to be embraced by him with the towel. While he holds you, you notice he’s still hard. You look at him surprised, “You want me to take care of that?” He looks down as if he forgot too. “Oh! No baby it’s ok, I wanted this to be all about you, don’t worry about me.” he tells you softly. His statement makes you soften even more, you step out of the tub next to him. You take the towel from him and wrap it around yourself. “Thank you Art, I mean it. I really needed that.” You take his face into your hand and kiss his lips. “Of course, these hands aren’t just good at tennis y’know. You can use them anytime you want.” he replies smugly. You jokingly push his face away and make your way out of the bathroom looking back at him with a smile. He follows close behind and shuts the door behind him.

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heyyyharry · 1 year

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Night Light (from the Flatmate series)

...in which Y/N never turns off her night light.

"Wait for me in my room. It's the door on the right," he whispered to the girl whose name he'd already forgotten. He'd just met her an hour ago as he was leaving the club.

The girl kissed him drunkenly, and when she was gone, he came into Y/N's room to turn the light off. She'd fallen asleep with her book covering her face, so he removed the book, put it on her desk and left quietly.

A/N: I always fall asleep with the light on, and ever since I moved in with my boyfriend, it's become a routine for him to go into my room (we have separate rooms) to turn off the light for me. That was how I came up with this :)

She forgot to turn off her night light. Again.

See, this was why Harry hated sharing a flat with someone else. He had reminded her so many times before to turn it off before she went to bed, but every night, she would doze off with her book still in her hands. No wonder their electricity bill last month was so high. He had hoped that this girl would be less annoying when she slept, but she always managed to find a way to get on his nerves.

After a long moment of standing outside her door (which she left open for some reason), he decided to come in and turn off the light on her bedside table.

In the morning, he reminded her again. She promised she would turn off the light tonight.

She didn't.

~~~

Harry came home late, stumbling into the flat with his arm around the girl. She giggled too loud, so he shushed her and gestured to Y/N's door. The living room was softly lit by the warm light coming from her room, but he knew she was too deep in her sleep to know that he was home.

"Wait for me in my room. It's the door on the right," he whispered to the girl whose name he'd already forgotten. He'd just met her an hour ago as he was leaving the club.

The girl kissed him drunkenly and when she was gone, he came into Y/N's room to turn the light off. She'd fallen asleep with her book covering her face, so he removed the book, put it on her desk and left quietly.

~~~

Harry was in Paris tonight with his friends for Layla's birthday.

Y/N had stopped responding to his messages, so he assumed she had fallen asleep. As he sat on the sofa, drinking cheap wine with his friends while a shitty EDM song was blasting from Louis' Bluetooth speaker, he thought about Y/N sleeping with her light on.

~~~

"You're awake?"

Y/N looked up at him from her laptop, face lit by the cool light from her screen. "Yeah, deadline."

"That's what you get for procrastinating," he smirked.

"Can you procrastinate annoying me? I can't deal with you right now."

"Need help?"

"No, thanks."

"You sure?"

She gave him a dismissive wave. "I'm sure. Thank you. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he said. "Remember to turn off the light."

"I will."

Harry went to his room and lay in the dark for an hour or so. When he came back to check on her, she had fallen asleep and her light was still on.

~~~

Harry was well aware that he was drunk when he entered the flat as the room was spinning. He didn't know how he managed to make it to Y/N's room without knocking over furniture, but he wanted to give himself a pat on the back.

As expected, she'd fallen asleep, again, with the light on. He sat down on the edge of her bed, not because he wanted to, but because he felt so dizzy that standing only made it worse.

"Goodnight," he whispered to her, hesitated for a moment before turning off the light.

Right after he'd left her room, he went straight into the bathroom to throw up.

~~~

He had been avoiding her all day, for reasons even he didn't understand.

It was 1AM when he came into her room to turn off the light. Before he left, he told her something he wasn't brave enough to say when she was awake. He went back to bed, worried that she might have heard it.

She hadn't.

~~~

Harry tried to be as quiet as he could, but when he came in to turn off the light tonight, Y/N stirred awake.

She blinked sleepily at him. "Hi."

"Hi," he said nervously. "Just gonna turn the light off for you."

"Thank you," she said with a smile.

"Goodnight," he said and switched the light off.

"Goodnight. I love you."

The three words froze him when he turned away. They'd confessed their feelings to each other last night, so why did it still feel like the first time?

"I...love you, too," he said, smiling shyly at her. He was thinking of kissing her before he left, but she'd already buried herself under the duvet.

~~~

"Do you want to cuddle before bed?"

Her bed was warm and smelt like her. He gave her a lot of kisses as she read her book with her head on his chest. When she fell asleep, he reached over to turn off the light.

~~~

Harry came back late for a business dinner today and she was still awake.

"It's already midnight," he said, loosening his tie.

She smiled up from her book. "We couldn't go to bed without you."

He kissed her on the lips and then her baby bump. "I'll take a shower and join you both."

When he returned, she'd fallen asleep. Harry turned off the light and carefully slipped into bed.

~~~

"Ria fell asleep with the light on, again," Y/N complained as she returned to bed from her daughter's room.

Harry chuckled, pulling her into his arms. "Like mother, like daughter. I had to turn off your light for you for years."

"I had my reasons."

"Oh yeah? What were they?" he asked, stroking her hair.

She grinned up at him. "At first, I wanted to annoy you. Then you kept doing that so I didn't bother to turn off the light anymore."

"Why am I not surprised at all?" Harry laughed, but he was glad she'd deliberately done it in the first place. "Now could you turn off the light on your side, please?"

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mrs-santoss · 1 year

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Let me Take Care of You - Neymar Imagine

Summary:

Can you please write about yn getting really shy when neymar slaps her butt as a joke. And then later neymar hoists her up on his arms and his his way with her.

Basically he marks her with hickeys and manhandles her. Gosh I've been thinking about this for a while now.

Warning: mentions of sex.

I was making pancakes in the kitchen while Neymar was still asleep. He has to leave for training in 2 hours. I usually woke up before him and prepare the breakfast.I was about to flip my last pancake when I felt a slap on my butt and two arms wrap around me. Neymar started kissing my neck.

"Morning, bebê. I smelled something good and I had to wake up." "Morning, Ney. How was sleep?" I couldn't dare look him in the eyes, I could feel my face going red. I liked his actions, but they made me feel shy, I don't know why. None of my previous partners was this affectionate with me like Neymar was. "It was good. Why aren't you looking at me?" he asked curiously and moved my head to face him. He looked at me at smiled. "Aww, are you being shy. Bebê, you don't have to be.." "Neyy, please drop it..." I covered my face in embarrassment, but still smiled against my hands. Neymar laughed a little but was interrupted by a call on his phone. He went to the kitchen island to pick it up. He was talking to a teammate who was letting him know he needs to be there as soon as possible. He ended the call and approached me. "Meu amor, I'm sorry, but I have to leave right now, I can't join you for breakfast." he made a pouty face. "That's okay, bebê. Work is important. I will eat some pancakes and get my laptop to work, anyway." He went to the room to prepare his bag and came to the kitchen once again to say goodbye to me. He wrapped his arms around me, placed me on the kitchen counter and looked at me smirking. "I will be home as soon as I can, I want to see that shy face of yours again." he said and winked at me, my face was on fire. "Okay, I will be here, I will wonder about what you're going to do, all day." I smirked back at him and winked.

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I closed my laptop and exhaled from exhaustion. I had been in the same sitting position for hours. I decided to take a quick shower and relax. I checked my phone to see If I had gotten any texts from Ney, but I didn't. I grabbed some fresh clothes with me to the bathroom and hoped in the shower. I usually shower quickly. After I was done, I stepped outside the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. I did my skincare in front of the mirror in the bathroom and played some music. While I was applying my moisturizer as my last step, I heard a knock on the door. I turned to see Neymar walk in. He came straight to me and spun me around kissing me passionately. "Hii, amor. How was training?" "It was good, same as always. Did you miss me while I was gone?" I turned around to face the mirror again to finish putting the moisturizer while Neymar had his hands around my waist. "Yes, I did. I'm also prepared to show you my shy face..." I looked at him through the mirror while he was behind me.

"Is that so?" he smirked and picked me up quickly, placing me on top of the bathroom counter, roughly but still gently. He opened my legs and stood in between them, kissing my neck. "Ohh, Ney-" he kept kissing me, leaving hickeys down my neck. He traveled one hand down to my thighs rubbing it so close to my entrance but not touching it, this drove me crazy. He picked me up and went to the bedroom and threw me on the bed, smirking at me. I was enjoying this "rough" way of him a lot. I unwrapped the towel around my body, laying it on the bed under me. He open my legs wide and places kisses on my inner thighs, sucking on it. "Ney, pleas- I need you now" "Let me take care of you, amor" he winked at me and stood on his knees between my legs, taking off his shirt, grabbing my hands slowly and tying them on the bed frame with his shirt. Oh, god. This is heaven. His eyes were filled with lust and his rough actions turned me on more. We've never tied each other like this before. "I will make you scream my name."

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sickiehugs · 11 months

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Favourite sick fic trope?

AA DIDN'T SEE THIS i will answer now, will most likely turn into a very l o n g list bc i get carried away easily haha plus i am EEPY so i will ramble

so ya, my favorite tropes and also some random scenarios i came up with added to the mix

a is the sickie, i always make a the sickie i have no idea why

When they're on a date and B caresses A's cheek or holds A's hand or anything like that, and it's like so unnaturally hot that B stops being romantic, their expression shifts to one of concern as they move their hand up to A's forehead and feels burning heat.

Cool cloth being gently placed onto A's forehead as they're half asleep in bed, and like 10 minutes later the cloth is lukewarm because the heat from A's forehead warmed it up. B has a bowl of ice water on A's nightstand, they wring out the cloth and re-soak it in cold water and place the folded cloth back onto A.

B going to A's apartment in the afternoon because A hasn't responded to any calls or texts all day. They open the door to A's room and find them out cold on their bed, laying curled up on their side, a puddle of vomit on their mattress in front of their sleeping face. Oh, that's why...

"Guyss, I... p-promise I'm fi--" *collapses*

Every time A blinks, B is in a different spot above them doing different things; reaching to feel their forehead, holding a thermometer, measuring medicine... A starts to wonder if the brief moments their eyes are closed are actually a lot longer than they think.

Sick and overworked A is fast asleep at their desk, laptop still open, head resting on their arms. B takes off their jacket and puts it over A's shoulders. Bonus points if B mumbles "You work too hard..."

B is trying to piece together what on earth made A sick; there arent any bugs going around, neither of them ate any meat recently so it couldn't have been food poisoning, A already got their flu shot weeks ago... In reality, A has been hiding an infected wound from B this entire time.

Bilingual!A is quite delirious and is having a hard time remembering different words in the language they're speaking, and they keep tiredly replacing those words from one language with the other.

It's the middle of the night, and A tried to run to the toilet as fast as they could, but they weren't fast enough. With shaking hands, they open the door to the bedroom and sheepishly wake up their partner and mumble, "B... I c-couldnt make it *hic!* to t-the bathroom..."

A curling up into a tiny little ball in bed, they look so small and B's heart sinks to the floor.

B's eyes widening as they read the number on the thermometer; "Jesus, 104!?!?"

A sending hundereds of delirious, nonsensical texts to their friends, none of which they remember sending.

B entertaining A's delirious rambles, no matter what silly bs is coming out of A's mouth B is like "Yeah...? Mhm...?" with an exasperated smile on their face.

B carrying A to bed, tenderly placing them down as if they're the most fragile thing in the world, like they'd just break if B wasn't as gentle as possible.

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haileybeehappy · 1 year

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Fuck Buddies - Harry Styles

Harry and Y/n are college friends. With benefits, rules set in place to keep each other at arms distance keep getting broken. What happens when Harry drops a bomb on her?

Warnings: none really. No smut yet. Some fluff I guess? Cute soft college Harry. Golden retriever Harry.

Word count: 2.9k

THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS <3 I love you all so much and this really gave me the kick in the butt to finally finish this piece. Though I’m posting it from my phone cause I’m on vacation and don’t have my laptop with me so it’s a lil wonky <3 love you guys so much thank you.

(I fuckin love prince Harry era. Almost as much as long hair Harry soooo that’s what we’re going for here. Just sayin)

Friends with benefits with no feelings doesn't really work. Not with Y/n at least. She caught feelings fast. Especially when the friend she’s fucking is the hottest. Cutest. Sweetest man she has ever met. Harry Styles. Haz as she calls him. And as seniors in college it’s not like they have much time for relationships anyways. But here they are three months into their arrangement.

If she ever told Harry about her feelings he would end the arrangement right away because that was rule number one. No feelings. Along with no dates. No sleep overs. And no cuddles. But they broke the no cuddles rules all the time. So here she was laying in bed after a very satisfying go around and he fell asleep. She wanted to savor the feeling of laying next to him before she woke him up. She traced the scratches across his back that she had just put there a little while before. His slightly longer than normal hair was swept in curls at the base of his neck. She ghosts her fingers up the center of his spine to the dark chocolate curls. She runs her fingernails along his scalp. A whispered groan leaves his throat.

“Haz you gotta get up, go home,” she whispered. He began to mumble and whine

“I’m so tired, go away,” he grumbled.

“No Harry. Now come on I have to get ready for my shift at the coffee shop,” she whips off the covers and expose both of their naked bodies. His body tenses at the cold he turns to look at her but his eyes are still closed. He slowly opens his eyes. The soft green makes her heart skip a beat.

“Just go I’ll sleep here,”

“No sleep overs,”

“Rules are made to be broken Y/n,” He chuckles.

“You better be gone when I get out of the shower,” He gives her a chuckle and wiggles back under the covers. She gets out of bed and drags herself to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her and clicking on the lights in one fluid motion. She stands in front of herself in the mirror and examines her body. Little marks scatter her skin. Barely noticeable but she sees them. Feathered kisses that turned into sloppy open mouth breaths and then to light bite marks down the length of her torso and down in between her legs. She lets out a sigh.

“Shoulda made no marks a rule too,” she laughs. Once she’s standing under the hot stream of water she hears the door click open and shut. She doesn’t look but speaks. “You better be in here to be taking a wee,” she mocks his accent. His arms then envelope her waist.

“That was going to be the excuse but I got distracted,” he hums into the skin of her shoulder.

“Mmm, well Mr.Styles,” she turns to face him and he immediately places a kiss to her lips causing her to quiet. He pulls back only to plant another one on her. He finally pulls away for real after a few more pecks.

“Got I love your lips,” her heart jumps at the word love. Like it’s telling her to say ‘HEY! HEY! HARRY I LOVE YOU TOO!! She runs her hands from his sides up to chest crossing over his inked skin. Coming to the back of his neck to bring his face to hers. The words at the tip of her tongue. His mouth collides with her causing her head to clear and make the need between her legs grow. His hands scoop her up and bring her to the edge of the shower. A yelp escapes her as she makes contact with the cold tile. Which sends the both of them into a fit of laughter.

“Holy shit that’s cold,” she laughs. He sets her down and smiles through the kisses he continues to press against her skin.

“Sorry baby,” the nickname sends shivers down her spine. She is now back in the spray warming her body. She then pushes him away from her. A frown etches itself into his face.

“I have to actually shower before I work so get outta here,” He goes to grab at her and she slaps his hand. “No, go home you horny bastard,” He just smiles and stays where he is.

“Shower then,” when he still didn’t move she just turned around and continued her shower routine. By the time she started to rinser her the shampoo from her hair he had left the bathroom.

. . .

Once she was done with her shower and dressed she made her way out of her single bedroom into the living area. Harry was standing in her kitchen wearing just boxers and socks. Music blasting in the sound system Harry said you just had to have. He is using the whisk as a microphone in between stirring the pancake batter.

“I have to open the coffee shop, Harry. I can't stay for breakfast,” she laughs.

“I know, these pancakes are for me,” He smiles.

“Well why are you making them in my kitchen? With my ingredients?”

“I don’t have any,” He points at her with the whisk. Flinging batter in a line across her body. The white of the batter contrasted against her black outfit. Harry holds back a smile.”Shit I’m sorry Y/n.”

“Harry!” she gasps. “I’m already late,” She whined. His lips are rolled into his mouth concealing a smile.

“I really didn’t mean to do that,” he clicks off the stove and puts down the whisk. She is just standing there with her arms frozen where they were when he doused her in batter. He grabs her hands and brings them down to her sides, not letting go just letting their intertwined hands hang. “I’m sorry, let me go get dresses and you can change and I’ll drive you so you don’t have to use the bus?” she makes her thinking face. “I know you like using the bus but this will save you time,”

“Okay fine,” she didn’t like Harry offering to drive her anymore because she hated to seem like a burden. Also why not use public transportation when you can? They made their way to her bedroom and began changing clothes. As she looked over at him buttoning and zipping his pants and her undoing hers his eyes caught hers and he raised his eyebrows with a smirk?

“You like what you see Y/n?” She catches her bottom lip in a smile. Shaking her head.

“You’re so annoying,”

“That’s not what you said last night,”

“Oh shut it Styles,” She laughs. She goes to her closet and grabs another simple outfit. Jeans and one of her band tees. Well it used to be Harry’s but he left it here one night after their escapades and she has since claimed it her own. After the fabric falls over her torso Harry comes up behind her in the mirror, his eyes finding hers in the reflection. He then eyes her up and down.

“Seeing you in my clothes gets hotter every time,” he places a kiss on her shoulders. His hands coming up to hold her waist. “Makes me feel things I shouldn’t want to feel,” He continues kissing up her neck. Her head falls and meets his shoulder revealing more skin he greedily attacks. Her heart skips a beat as the words leave his lips. Could he like her? Was he just talking dirty? She had no clue and didn’t wanna hurt her feelings if it was just talk. She pulls away as his hands were nearing her chest.

“I have to get to work Harry,” she groans. His shoulders slump as she pulls away. They shuffle out of her room. Out of her apartment and out into the parking garage to Harry’s car. An older camaro that he has been working on for years. His baby. The ride to her work is quiet and boring. As he pulls into the parking lot. He grabs her arm.

“Gimme your apartment key,” he grabs at her purse and she snactches it.

“Why?” she gives him a look.

“I wanna go clean my mess and make my pancakes?” she rolls her eyes and takes the key off the chain.

“Don’t leave a mess and just leave it in the doorframe spot when you leave,” he smiles at her.

“Thank you love,” she can’t help the smile that breaks across her face.

. . .

Her six hour shift was never ending. She got yelled at far too many times. She messed up far too many orders and got far too little tips. So when Harry came in when she had twenty minutes left of her shift she felt like she was gonna break down. His presence just does something to her. She had to take a minute before getting back to the rush. Harry got his black coffee and sat at the table closest to the counter. She could feel him watching her and it made the hairs on her neck stand on end.

“You okay Y/n?” her co-worker asks. “You seem like, on edge or something,” she just shrugs.

“I’m just feeling off, I don't know,” she shrugs again.

“Adriane just got here so you can head out a little early if you want?” Y/n nods and reaches up to untie her apron.

“I think I’ll take you up on that thank you,” you let out a breath. Make yourself a coffee before clocking out and you are in front of Harry.

“Whatcha doin?” she asks.

“Coming to pick up a friend,” he smiles at her.

“Oh really?” He nods and stands. Grabbing her bag off her shoulder and walking out the door. He slips the strap over his shoulder. She follows behind him grabbing at his coat sleeve when squeezing in between patrons. He reaches out from the fabric and laces his fingers with hers and her heart skips a beat. She suppresses a smile with a nose scrunch and squeezes his fingers. Once they escape the flood of people feening for their caffeine she takes a deep breath of stinging cold air. The tension releases from her shoulders and she sighs.

“Long day?” Harry asks. His hand was still wrapped with hers.

“Never ending,” she has the urge to lean into him and warm her body with his but fear of rejection stopped her. It’s always what stops her. He pulls at her hand dragging her down the sidewalk.

“Well talk about it,” he pulls her close to him causing the length of their arms to touch. “I couldn’t park anywhere close so we gotta go around the block okay?” she nods.

“Well I was yelled at like a million times. I fucked up way to many orders and we have been so busy all day i only got like one ten ish minute break,” she let out a big sigh. “I just want to crawl into bed and sleep for like a year,” he huffs out a laugh.

“Well we can do that,”

“We?” she asks

“I may have lost my keys. I have no idea where they went,” he held up her key between his pointer and thumb. “But I still have yours,” he smiles cheekily. She snatches the key from his hand and tries to put it back on her key ring. The cold caused her fingers to shake and made her unable to get the key on the ring. Harry’s hand comes over hers and grabs the key from her. “I got it,” his hands are warm and unshaking, letting him slip the key on the ring easily.

“Thank you,” he slips the key ring into his pocket and grabs her hand and slips both of their intertwined fingers into his pocket.

“I guess you can stay at my place until you can get into yours,” she shrugs.

“Good because Lord knows I don’t have anywhere else to go,” his cute dimpled smile can always coax a grin out of her. Usually complimented by a blush across her cheeks.

“What about Mitch’s place?”

“He just got a girlfriend and they,” he pauses and cocks his head slightly. “Have been going at it like rabbits,” causing both of them to chuckle. “I swung by the other day and they were just fuckin right on the couch. So I just turned around and walked out,” she slowly moves over and presses herself into Harry’s body. The cold chills her to the bone.

“Ah okay,” she nods. “You can sleep on the couch cause you’re a blanket hog,” he pushes against you and laughs.

“Yeah, so says the bed hog. You had me smushed into the corner all night. What self respecting adult has a corner bed?”

“I have a tiny room okay?” They had finally made their way to the car and Harry was opening her door for her.

“Well we will just have to see where we fall asleep love,” and with that he closes the door with a smirk.

“Honey.” she whispers to herself as he makes his way over to his door and gets into the car. He turns the key in the ignition and the air blasts sending a shock down her spine.

“It’ll get warm I promise,” He quickly pulled out of the parking space and off they went. The ride back to Y/n’s apartment is quiet but comfortable. The heat finally starts to kick in right as Harry pulls into the designated parking space for her apartment.

“So. I may have cleaned up the apartment a bit. Um,” he awkwardly twitches his neck. “I started with my mess and it just kinda spiraled from there,” he shrugs. She rolls her eyes at him.

“Why can’t you just leave my mess alone,” she laughs.

“Because I’m at your apartment more than mine and it drives me crazy,” the pair had made it out of the car and to the back entrance of the complex. Y/n unlocks the door and makes her way into the building Harry slowly trailing behind her. She stops at the wall of mail boxes and searches through her never ending key ring to find the mailbox key.

“How did you manage to lose your keys but still drive?” She asks as she finally finds the key and inserts it into the lock.

“I took it off to get a copy. Made the copy. Lost both keys,” he shrugs sheepishly.

“Why did you need a copy?” She closes the mailbox locks it up and starts sifting through the mail. They make their way up the stairs.

“I lost my spare,” she rolls her eyes.

“You know. You’re kind of a dumbass,” Y/n scoffs.

“Yeah but I’m your dumbass right?” She gives him a look.

“I mean I guess,” Harry shrugs. Once they’ve made it up three flights of stairs she lets them into her apartment. Once the door is open she can smell the pine-sol and cleaners.

The floor basically sparkles and not a stray piece of clothing around. All the dishes are tucked into the small kitchen. The dingy old couch has VACUUM LINES?!

“Harry what did you do? How long were you cleaning?”

“Your place was a mess Y/n. I had to do something,” he says as he dumps himself into the couch limbs flopping everywhere.

“I would've gotten to it!” She says. Which causes Harry to let out a laugh.

“When?! When your lease is up?” He smiles.

She grabs a pillow off the armchair and throws it at him. Then makes her way to the kitchen. Harry watches her open the fridge from his spot on the couch. She opens the door to a fridge stocked full of food.

“HAROLD!” She groans. “Why did you do this!” He smiles and drops his head back on the couch.

“So. Um,” he coughs. “We need to talk?” He asks more than commands.

“Harry?” She says. In a way that condemns him to speak. “What is it?”

“I may have been kicked out of my apartment yesterday,” she doesn’t say anything. She stands there with her mouth agape and her eyes wide. “Fuckin Chad,” he laughs at the nickname you had given his roommate at the beginning of the year. “He took my keys. Packed my shit and left it in the hall with a note saying. Sorry bro. Gotta find a new place,” he shrugs.

“Did you tell the RA?! That’s not okay! He can’t just kick you out of your dorm room. It’s not his to kick you out of?!” She has since closed the fridge and is now pacing the kitchen floor.

“No I just took my shit and put it in the back of my car and now I’m here,” he stands himself up from the couch and makes his way to her. Grasping her arms in his hands and stopping her from wearing a hole in the floor. “I mean I figured since I basically already live here I could crash with you for a bit?” She freezes. Her eyes stare into his. He can almost see her brain running one hundred miles a minute thinking about it. After what feels like a lifetime of silence he sighs.

“I’ll just go stay with Mitch then,” he lets go of her bus she grabs his shirt just before he’s out if her reach.

“No, you can stay here,” he looks at her with a raised brow. Almost like he’s asking ‘but?’ She sighs and rolls her eyes. “But we’re not fucking,” she lets go of him and walks to her bedroom. He rolls his lips into his mouth and breathes out of his nose. As her door closes behind her he shrugs and lets out a little.

“We’ll see,” and smiles.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #prince harry #lhh!harry

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catslvrr · 7 months

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heaven sent — 00. prologue

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You were never the type to believe in superstitions.

But as you stared at the document you had open, completely blank (excluding your name) with the cursor blinking, as if mocking you, you started to seriously consider Minji’s suggestion.

(“Bro, you will not believe what happened to me today.”

“I’m not sure if I want to know,” you said, noisily slurping up your instant noodles.

“No, trust me, you do. So yesterday, I saw this post on Twitter that said if you write down a wish on a piece of paper three times, put it under your pillow, and then recite that wish at exactly 11:11, it’ll come true.”

You barely flinched as she slammed the table.

“I wished for a hundred bucks. And guess what?” She grinned smugly as she waved a bill in your face. “I found this lying on the floor before class.”

“So what?” You shrugged. “It’s just a lucky coincidence.”

“No, bro,” she whined. “It’s real. You should try it. Get yourself a girlfriend or something, you’re so grumpy all the time.”

“Even if it is true,” you glared at Minji as she reached over to eat some of your noodles. “Why would you wish for only a hundred bucks? You should’ve asked for a million dollars or something, dumbass.”

“I didn’t know it was real until today,” she puffed her cheeks, then proceeded to slam her head on the table. “I probably wasted my one wish.”

She looked up after a minute and pouted. “Can you please wish for it?”

“Find someone else to do it,” you waved your hand dismissively, making your way back to your room. “Enjoy the noodles, you scab. I’m gonna take a nap.”

“Your loss!” She called out, mouth full of (your) noodles. “I’m the one a hundred bucks richer.”)

You slumped back in your chair in defeat, running your fingers through your hair.

I’m running on two hours of sleep, and I’m never gonna finish this essay anyway. What do I have to lose?

You ripped a piece of scrap from the DoorDash takeaway bag sitting on your desk. Uncapping a pen with your teeth, you thought about what to write.

What the hell do I wish for? My essay to magically write itself? Nah, that’d be a waste of a wish.

After a few minutes of pondering, you messily scribbled three lines: ‘I want to be happy. I want to be happy. I want to be happy.’

You glanced at your laptop. Huh, it’s 11pm. Perfect timing.

You slid the note under your pillow and flopped onto your bed, scrolling through TikTok to pass the time.

As soon as the clock hit 11:11, you sat up.

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.

You sighed, scratching your head before saying,

“I want to be happy.”

Your breath hitched in anticipation.

“...”

To no one’s surprise, absolutely nothing happened. You scoffed, falling back onto the bed, rubbing your face in frustration.

Of course nothing would happen. Why did I think it would work?

You shut your eyes, feeling exhaustion wash over you. Whatever happens to that essay is up to God now.

You lay still for a few minutes, eventually tossing and turning as you tried to sleep. But all you could think about was the stupid essay. You groaned as you sat up again, grabbing your laptop.

“Fuck uni.”

At least this is my last assignment before the break.

You ended up staying up all the way to five in the morning, downing an ungodly amount of energy drinks in a desperate attempt to finish off the essay.

You woke up to the sound of I Like to Move It from Madagascar blasting in your ear.

(Minji thought it would be funny to change your alarm ringtone to it, and you never bothered to change it back.)

You groaned, flipping over to check your phone to see no new notifications. You stared vacantly at your ceiling as you contemplated your life choices.

I got one hour of sleep. Why do 7am classes exist? Whoever came up with that idea should be tried for crimes against humanity.

Eyes half open, you shuffled your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth, passing Minji’s room on the way. Her door was left ajar and she was nowhere to be seen. I’ll never understand how she wakes up every morning to go on a run.

Just as you were about to enter the bathroom, you noticed a girl in your living room. She was focused on a bookshelf, a curious expression on her face.

Who the fuck is that?

You rubbed your eyes and squinted. She was still standing there, running her fingers along the spines of the books.

I must be seriously sleep-deprived if I’m hallucinating a very pretty girl. Yeah, no, not doing this today. It’s the last class of the semester anyway. That 7am class can shove a stick up its ass.

You briskly walked back to your room and face-planted on your bed, instantly knocking out.

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#newjeans x reader #newjeans fanfic #newjeans fic #danielle marsh x reader #mo jihye x reader

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vanfleeter · 11 months

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Kiszka Clan // JTK

Characters: Jake, reader, son (Tommy), daughter Warnings: Fluff Author's Note: Yet another addition for the Dad!Jake world.

Summary: This is just the beginning.

“Jake!” You call from your bathroom. “Jake!”

“Babe, I'm a little busy with bathtime!” Jake’s voice echoes down the hall accompanied with water splashing. “Can this wait?”

“No! Come here!”

Jake huffs a sigh and looks at Tommy in the bathtub. “Come on bud, we’ll finish your bath in a minute.” He scoops up Tommy from the water and wraps him in a towel.

Getting to the master bathroom, he freezes in the doorway when he sees a few pregnancy tests resting on the sink countertop. His eyes shoot up to look at you. “Are you pregnant?” He asks. You nod your head smiling. Jake leans against the doorframe. “Oh..”

“Are you not excited?” You ask.

“I am.. I’m just..” He pushes off the doorframe and walks over to the toilet to sit down with Tommy still in his arms. “Two.. Two kids.. Two mouths, two carseats, more clothes, more diapers..” His head shoots up so that he’s looking at you. You can see the panic in his eyes. “I have to trade in my car for more space..”

“Hey hey, relax.” You giggle as you kneel down in front of him.

“I love how you’re finding this amusing.” He says, his knees starting to bounce.

“Okay.. I think you need to go lay down before you pass out.” You say as you remove Tommy from his arms.

After finishing up Tommy bath and putting him to bed, you go back to your bedroom to find Jake sitting on the bed with his laptop resting on his legs and his glasses pushed to the bridge of his nose. You climb into bed and rest your head on his shoulder. On the screen of his laptop you see him scrolling through minivans.

“What are you doing?” You say lifting your head to look at him.

His eyes leave the screen as he responds. “Getting ideas on what car to get next.”

“And you want to get a minivan?”

“What? You think I won’t look sexy driving around in a minivan?” He smirks, moving his eyes to finally look at you.

“No, I think you’ll look very good in one.”

“Mmhmm, that’s what I thought.” He chuckles before closing the laptop. “Two kids..” He mutters, laying his head back against the headboard.

“Hey, you wanted another kid.” You say as you move off of his shoulder and scooch your body underneath the covers.

“I really wish you didn’t agree with me.” He says putting away the laptop and setting his glasses on the nightstand. He slides his body down on the bed and cuddles up to you. “But I am excited, even if I am panicking.”

You smile and turn over to face him. “We’re in this together, remember?”

The bedroom door flies open and Tommy runs over to the bed before jumping up and snuggling himself in between you and Jake. “Soon, there will be two doing this.” Jake says with a chuckle. “You’re supposed to be in bed.” He tickles Tommy making him squeal.

“Daddy! Stop! Stop!” Tommy laughs as he pushes Jake’s hands away.

Jake laughs and pulls Tommy into a tight hug. “Oh my boy, you make my hair turn gray.”

Tommy squirms as he laughs. “Daddy! Can’t.. Breathe!”

Jake releases Tommy and ruffles his hair. Tommy scurries to the end of the bed. He plops himself on the floor to hide from Jake. “Uh oh..” You giggle. “Looks like someone’s working on their pouncing.”

Jake chuckles. “Oh I’m so scared.” He plays along with Tommy’s game. “I hope the little lion doesn’t eat me. Whatever will I do?” Tommy pounces back onto the bed and lands on top of Jake making him groan. “Oomph.. The little lion has found me..”

Tommy crawls onto Jake’s back and tugs lightly on his hair. “Daddy, I’m hungry.”

“Well I don’t think I’d be very tasty.” Jake chuckles. “But if you let go of my hair, I will take you downstairs to get you a late night snack.”

Tommy perks up. “Ice cream?”

“No-o-o-o..” Jake laughs. “How about yogurt?”

Tommy huffs a sigh. “Fine.. But can I have one of the chocolate ones?”

Jake peers over at you for your permission. You nod your head and Tommy quickly climbs off of Jake and slides his body off of the side of the bed.

“Daddy! Come on!” Tommy says as he tugs at the pant leg of Jake’s sweatpants.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming..” Jake says as he rolls over onto his stomach and sits up on the bed. He pulls on his slippers and his robe before scooping up Tommy and laying him over his shoulder. “Let’s go get some yogurt.” —

A few months have gone by and you’re already starting to show a small bump. And today is the ultrasound where you find out the sex of your baby.

“Honey, I’m home!” Jake calls from downstairs. He had gone into the studio to work on a few things with the band but chose a half day so he could make it to the ultrasound. He’s been vibrating on his shoes all day, just itching to find out if the two of you will have another boy or possibly a girl.

You come down the stairs dressed in a pair of leggings and an oversized t-shirt. He bounds over to you and kisses you. “Oh hi, I take it you’re excited.”

“Very.” Jake says. “Josh is picking up Tommy from preschool so let’s go.” He says dragging you to the door.

“Jake.. Jake!” You laugh. “We still have an hour until the appointment.”

“I know but traffic is really bad so it’s gonna take at least thirty minutes, which is double the time it usually takes us, and then it takes at least another ten to find a parking space in the garage at the doctor’s office which leaves us with twenty minutes before the appointment and we have to be there at least fifteen minutes early. So if we don’t leave now, we’ll get there late.”

“Okay, okay.” You say as you reach for your sweater on the coat rack by the door. –

Sitting on the exam table in your private room, you glance over at Jake to see his knee bouncing as he fidgets with his finger. “Are you nervous?” You ask.

Jake nods his head. “I’ve been thinking about what we need to do when we find out what we’re having,” He says, lifting his head. “If it’s a boy, we can just pass down Tommy’s old clothes and we still have all of the baby stuff in the attic so that saves us a lot of money–” He sucks in a breath. “But if the baby is a girl, then we’ll have to buy all new clothes and shoes and then we’ll have to move my office studio into the base…ment..” He rubs his hands down his face. “This hurts my head.”

“Well stop thinking about it,” You say as you reach for his hand and give it a gentle rub. “We’ll figure this out later, right now we don’t even know what we’re having.”

“Well, we’re having a baby..” Jake says.

You cock your head at him. “You know what I mean.”

A knock comes on the door and the ultrasound tech peers her head inside. “Are we ready to find out the sex of your baby?” —

Jake cradles your belly as he whispers sweet words to your baby. “I love you little bean, I can’t wait to meet you and hold you and kiss you and make you laugh. I can’t wait to play my guitar for you like I do your big brother. You’re already my sweet, little princess.”

He feels tiny movement by his hand and he lifts his head to look at you.

“Did you feel that?” He says. You nod your head and he presses his hand to your tummy. “Hi baby girl.” —

Waking up one morning, you hear clattering coming from down the hall followed by Jake’s hushed whispers. “Tommy, shh.. Mommy’s still sleeping..” Climbing out of bed and walking–more like waddling–down the hallway, you go towards the nursery where the light illuminates the room and parts of the hallway. Stepping through the open doorway, you see Jake holding Tommy up to the wall as he drags a small roller across the wall.

A pastel shade of pink is striked across Tommy’s cheek and small splatters in Jake’s hair.

“I see the walls are just about done.” You say leaning against the threshold.

Jake spins around and settles Tommy on his waist. “Does it look good?” He asks, in hopes that it is and that he doesn’t have to do it all over again.

You nod your head. “Did you get the flower decals for the wall?”

“Crap..” Jake sighs.

“In the car, Daddy.” Tommy says.

Jake points at Tommy. “I left them on the back seat.” Tommy nods his head. “I’ll get them.”

“While you do that, I’m gonna give Tommy a bath and then get breakfast started.” You hold your hand towards your boys. Jake sets Tommy on the floor and he takes your hand before you guide him out of the nursery.

“How’s my two favorite girls doing?” Jake says as he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your cheek.

“We are doing just fine.” You say as your lay head back against his shoulder. “Although she’s been kicking a lot today and my back is killing me.”

“Tell you what.. After I put Tommy to bed, I will give you a nice back massage.” You hum in agreement and he brings you over to the bed. “But for right now, you lay down and relax. I will be back soon.”

“Only two more weeks..” You groan as Jake digs his hands into the small of your back.

He smiles and presses a soft kiss to the top of your shoulder. “You’re almost there..” He says. He moves his hand around to your front and he gently rubs your belly. —

“Daddy, I want blueberry waffles.” Tommy says as he climbs up onto the step stool beside Jake.

“I can do that.” He says. “Do we think we should make some for Mommy?”

Tommy eagerly nods her head. “I think she’ll like those.”

Jake chuckles and heads over to the pantry to get the ingredients he will need to make them. “So first we have to start with flour..”

An hour had passed and they had made just about enough waffles to feed a whole army. Jake rests his hands on his hips and looks down at Tommy.

“I think we made one too many,” He says. “Guess we can freeze some of these for later.”

He lifts his head when he sees you walk into the kitchen. “Good morning Mommy!” Tommy says. “We made waffles!”

“I can see that,” You laugh as you look around the kitchen. “But unfortunately I won’t be able to eat these just yet.”

Jake furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean?” He asks.

“My water broke..”

His eyes grow wide. Tommy looks up at Jake, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Daddy, are you okay?”

“Tommy, honey, go get your shoes on and grab your backpack.”

“Okay!”

Tommy runs out of the kitchen and you listen to his little feet pounding up the stairs as he goes. You walk over to Jake and wave your hand in front of his face. “Earth to Jacob.” You call. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.. Yeah.. Uh, okay.. I need to get your bag.” He quickly leaves the kitchen leaving you by yourself. He comes back down with your hospital bag in one hand and Tommy on his back. “Okay, we’ve got your bag, we’ve got the toddler, am I missing anything?” You shake your head before grabbing the car keys.

“Daddy, can I go with you and Mommy to the hospital?” Tommy asks as Jake buckles him into his carseat.

“Not this time,” He says. “But you’ll come later with Uncle Josh.” Double checking the straps of the carseat, he slides out of the car and shuts the door before jumping into the driver’s seat. —

Six Weeks Later

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Jake is woken up by the sounds of his daughter wailing from the bassinet on the other side of the bedroom. Before he has time to move himself, he feels your hand collide with his chest. “It’s your turn..” You mumble.

Slowly rolling out of bed, Jake staggers across the room and over to the bassinet. Scooping up the tiny baby, he carries her out of the room and down to the nursery. First he changes her diaper which seems to calm her a little. Next he takes her with him to go downstairs to make a bottle which immediately calms her down once the nipple is in her mouth.

Walking out to the living room, he sits down on the couch and lays his head back against the back of the couch. “Daddy?” He hears a small voice call from the stairs. He picks up his head and looks over to see Tommy standing on the bottom of the steps as he rubs his eyes.

“What are you doing awake?”

“Sissy woke me up..”

Jake sighs and pats the empty space on the couch beside him. “Come here..” Tommy walks over and climbs up onto the couch as he rubs his eyes. He curls into the side of Jake’s body and rests his head on his shoulder.

It was at that moment he realized this was just the beginning of his little family.

#greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka #greta van fleet fanfic #greta van fleet #dad!jake

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nctsplug02 · 2 years

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Can I request jock jaehyun X nerd reader where reader has an exam coming up and is learning about sperms then jaehyun barges in to come and see how reader is doing but then get all flustered when he see's what reader is studying about

[9:45pm]

genre: fluff and suggestive

warnings: mentions of sperm, tipsy shy jock!jaehyun, mentions of pregnancy and horny jock!jaehyun.

“..sperm can last up to.. five days, wow.” you blow a raspberry as you take notes in your notebook and in your presentation slide.

you look up when hearing the bedroom door crack open. “oh, hi. welcome home. i’m sorry, i haven’t cooked dinner. i’m just.. finishing up my presentation for extra credits.” jaehyun grins a little and rips his jean jacket off.

“how was bowling with the boys?” he giggles. “it was fun. i slipped on the.. thingy?” you laugh a little. “the alley?” he nods. “i love you. you’re so smart.” he coos.

“oh, shit.” he laughs when it gets stuck. “baby,” he pouts a bit and trots towards you like a child. “help me, please.” you put your highlighter down and you help the man with his jean jacket. “thank you.” he leans down and presses his lips onto yours. “and, you’re welcome.” you go back to presentation.

he takes off his jeans and his shirt, tossing them into the dirty bin. you notice him about to join you but you stop him.

“ah, ah. go brush your teeth, right now.” you demand and he pouts. “i don’t wanna.” he sulks like a child. “you reek of alcohol and i don’t want anymore kisses from you when you stink like strong liquor.” he huffs and pushes his lips out.

“fine. i’ll be back. in like.. three minutes.” he holds up three fingers and you nod. “add two more fingers.” he gasps. “then i’ll have twelve fingers?!” you roll your eyes. “you’re stupid. go brush your teeth.” he stomps out of the room and the bathroom light turns on.

he comes back looking more sober— but a bit still tipsy. “so,” he climbs into bed and lays on his side, just facing you and staring at you in admiration. “whatcha doin’?” you blush a bit.

“um.. i’m doing a presentation on.. sperms.” you turn your laptop to him and his eyes bulge out of their sockets. “sperms?!” you nod and he suddenly giggles.

“i.. uhm,” he stammers and half giggles. “wow.. sperms, uh.. yeah?” he nods and it makes you giggle. “you gettin’ shy?” he instantly shakes his head. “am not.” he shyly hide his face into your side.

he moves closer and stares up at you. “do you need some help?” he asks and you shake your head. “i’ve got everything i need, baby. but thank you for the offer.” he frowns a bit. “okay, then.” he shrugs and falls onto the cushion.

a few minutes roll by and he’s bored out of his mind. “are you sure you don’t need help? i could be a big helper?” you sigh and stare down at him. “okay, you can help me then.” he giggles in success and scoots closer.

“how many slides do you have to do?” he asks, squinting as he attempts to look at how many slides you have. “i have to do three and i have three, already.” he frowns a bit. “so.. i didn’t have to help?” you shake your head and he sighs. “well, i guess.” he palms his lips together.

it takes you a few more minutes to finish it up before closing and setting your laptop and notes off the bed.

“so,” you sigh and throw your legs onto jaehyuns. “hm, so?” he tosses his phone to the side and smirks. his hands finding their place on your hips.

“ready to head to bed?” you ask and he groans. “you’ve got me worked up just to ask am i ready for bed?” you roll your eyes, getting ready to roll off but he stops you. “i’m kiddinggg, im not just a horny prick who’s in love with his amazingly hot girlfriend.” you grin a little, trying your best to hide back your shyness.

he grinds your hips a bit and you whine. “what? whining like a whore who cant wait to get knocked up by my fat juicy cock. is that what you are?” you frown, shaking your head.

you yelp when being flipped in a quick motion. “well,” he pins your arms above your head. “it sounds like you are.” he tilts his head as he stares down at you.

he tilts his head to the other side. “what? you wanna be knocked up with my baby?” your voice taunts you. “wanna be filled with my cum?” you don’t answer so he grabs your jaw.

“tell me; do you wanna be knocked up with my baby?” his eyes glisten as you nod with pouty lips. “that’s right, baby.” he leans down and kisses you.

“let’s put the sperm to use!” he shouts making you break out laughing.

it confuses him as you laugh hysterically.

#nctsplug02 #nct smut #ash talks #anon #nct scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop smut #nct imagines #kpop fluff #nct 127 #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #nerd x jock #nct dad au

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soonito · 2 years

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maybe someday

pairing: junhui x reader

genre: bestfriend!jun, fluff, acts of service, mutual pining

warnings: college student struggles, food, skipping meals (not purposely, it’s hardly mentioned but just in case)

notes: this has been in my drafts for MONTHS is it good is it terrible idk idc i just wanted to let it out

wc: 1245

For the first time in the last four hours, you take a break. Not because you planned to, but because your body is starting to give up. Your eyes are sore, your back aches and your legs burn painfully as you get up to go to the bathroom so you can wash your face.

A long sigh escapes your lips at the reflection of your beaten up state in the mirror. It’s late and you’re really tired, but you have to keep studying. Maybe just five minutes laying in bed, resting your poor eyes and then you’ll go on. No… You can’t afford those five minutes. And you’re the only one to blame. If only you started earlier, if only you worked harder… you wouldn’t have to go through this torture.

A lump grows in your throat, you consider punching the mirror to let off some steam, but the ringing of the doorbell stops you from trying. Okay, it’s not that late, it can’t be a noise complaint from the neighbours or anything like that, right? You haven’t even screamed your lungs out in frustration yet. Trying to avoid making any kind of noise, you walk to the door and take a peek through the spyhole. Once you identify the person standing on the other side, you open it.

“Jun?”

“Hi.” He greets you with a thin smile. “You didn't answer my last text so I thought I should just come by. You didn't have dinner, didn't you?”

“I... Um… ”

“I brought hot pot." He says, lifting a massive bag that’s hanging from his shoulder. "I mean, I have the supplies and everything. I'm making hot pot."

“Oh.” You blank out for a second, then shake your head and gesture at him to come in. “You didn't have to… "

“Would you rather get nagged by your mom tomorrow? First thing in the morning?”

You laugh at his remark. “Bold of you to assume I’ll be alive by tomorrow.”

“Well, that’s why I’m here.” He leaves the bag on the counter, and rolls up his sleeves. “To make sure you will.”

Jun already knew he would find your fridge almost empty, so he came prepared. He pulls out multiple ingredients from his bag, and even his own hot pot equipment. You notice the kitchen is far from being clean, and a wave of embarrassment crashes on you. When you aim to do the dishes, your back betrays you, and the moment Jun hears you hiss in pain, he has to fight the impulse to pick you up and carry you to bed. Instead, he only puts his hand on your shoulder.

“You need to lay down.”

“I don’t want you to clean up my mess so you can cook for me!”

“It’s not a big deal, I wouldn’t be here if it was.” Letting out a big sigh, you glance at the hallway, and Jun seems to read your mind. “You are not going back to your laptop and textbooks. You have to rest.”

“But I still have so much left to do…” You whine.

“Not now!” Jun puts both hands on your shoulders. “We’re having dinner, when we finish we clean up, set a schedule for tomorrow and then you go to sleep.”

“A schedule?”

“Yes. A proper one. Breaks included.” You give him another big sigh in response. He shakes his head and turns you around, giving you a small push towards your living room. “Now, go lie on the couch.”

“But-”

“Just go!”

Between more whines and groans, you give in and do as your friend tells you. You don’t mind being taken care of, but sometimes you don’t even feel like you deserve it. You're actually a pretty neat and tidy person, still, you reached that point where you wouldn’t allow yourself to make time for the most basic chores. That’s what it comes with not being the best kind of student. No matter how many times you cursed yourself and swore it would never happen again, you would always end up procrastinating, having trouble keeping up with the deadlines.

Jun wouldn’t blame you for it, though. He knows there’s not much he can say to make you feel better, so he goes for what he can do. You can see him from the couch. He takes care of the vegetables, washing and cutting them gently. Then he takes the meat, removing it from its packaging and putting it on a plate. He works well in your kitchen, even on his own. It may be the first time he’s doing hot pot, but not the first time he cooks anything there.

You really wanted to get up and assist him, or at least stay by his side, watching up close. It would help you forget about the immense amount of work you had left in your room. Jun makes you feel at ease. Maybe someday you should tell him how grateful you are for everything he does for you, but no better words than a “thank you” ever come out, so you try to think of different ways to return the favor.

While you’re thinking, you eventually fall asleep, a soft touch on your cheek waking you up not much later. You open your eyes to see Jun get up with a sudden move, as he was kneeling on the floor next to you. You blink twice, and he coughs.

“It’s ready.” Jun says, stepping aside so you could see the meal already set on the round table in front of you. You look at his work completely amazed, and thank him with a smile.

“Won't you feel sick eating this much so late?” You ask him while he sits down next to you.

“I’ll be alright, you can eat all you want.” You pick up the chopsticks, but still seem hesitant. “I swear it’s not too spicy.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “I’m not sure if we share the same definition of "not too spicy''. ”

“I mean it this time!”

You laugh, and finally lean closer to the table. Settling into a comfortable silence, you feel relieved with every bite you take. It’s been a rough day, no, a rough week, and you really needed this. It’s almost making you emotional. But right now it’s not the time to have a meltdown. You look up at Jun, eating peacefully, and somehow that soothes your nerves. Jun always makes you feel at ease. He knows this. That’s why he came all the way from his house to your apartment in the middle of the night, because he knows you’re struggling, and he can’t let that happen. Maybe someday he should tell you that he’s willing to do anything to make you feel better, only to be sure you’re aware of it, but he doesn’t know how to phrase it, so he just.... follows his guts. He's usually knows what's best for you.

“Is it good?” Jun asks, pretending he doesn’t notice your watery eyes.

“It’s delicious.” You whisper.

“Great.”

“You’re staying over, right?” You cough, trying to raise your voice.

“If you’ll have me.”

“I’m not letting you go back home at this hour.” You add some noodles into the pot. “And also, tomorrow it’ll be my treat.”

Jun chuckles softly. “Okay.”

And that’s it. You two always end up like this, spending a lot of time together, looking out for each other. Maybe someday you should talk about it.

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cupidjyu · 1 year

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hihi!! i love ur writing so much and wanted to make a request!! whenever u have the time i’d appreciate some college bf haknyeon <33 maybe something like coming home to him after a stressful day :-) thank u ily !!!

you're my priority

haknyeon x reader (request tysm anon <333)

genre: hugs, hurt/comfort ish?, cuddles in bed, caring haknyeon !!! notes: HEEYY tysm for requesting this was very comforting to write!! i hope you enjoy it he is such a softie word count: 0.9k

you yawned, reaching for your keys to open the door. the hallway was oddly bright, making your heart pound more. your eyes felt droopy as you struggled to put the key into the lock, missing multiple times.

putting it simply, your day was a bad one. you had two exams that day which you weren’t sure you had done well in. and then, after those early morning exams, you had to study more for the next one. but of course, it began to rain, and you had forgotten your umbrella. so you were stuck in a building, unable to move until the rain let up.

you opened the door with a loud sigh, dropping your bag tiredly on the floor. usually, you’d put it away neatly, but as of now, all you wanted was him.

you shuffled over after taking off your shoes, over to where haknyeon was at the desk where he was hunched over his laptop. he seemed to be studying for an exam.

he heard you enter the room even through his earphones. he quickly took them off and began to stand up from the chair. but first, he had to stretch, letting out a small sound while doing so.

before he could turn around, you walked behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, bringing him into a back hug. you immediately felt your body relax against his, melting in his familiar warmth.

he hummed quietly, glancing at you over his shoulder with a gentle smile.

“well, this is new,” he mused.

you could only hum, still feeling incredibly tired. he let you hug him for quite some time, staying still so you could tighten your hold on him and bury your face into his back. you peacefully enjoyed the familiar scent of his hoodie, pressing as close as possible.

as softly as he could, he turned around so he was facing you. looked up at him with droopy eyes. he smiled, brushing your hair lightly with his fingers before wrapping his own arms around you as well, hugging you tightly.

“is everything okay?” he asked, his face slightly worried.

you nodded, slowly.

“yeah,” you whispered. “just quite a stressful, tiring day. nothing much.”

“mhm, i see,” his eyes were soft as he looked at you. “must have been hard for you. come,” he took your hand in his, leading you somewhere else. “i’ll go take care of you from now on.”

you paused, not wanting to burden him, “you don’t have to…”

he shook his head, reassuring you with a charming grin that seemed to brighten the whole room.

“i want to.”

and so, first, he prepared a warm bath for you, laying out everything for you. he urged you into the bathroom, letting you take your sweet time.

when you were done, he led you to the bed, making you lie down. you could feel your limbs sink into the mattress. you looked around. you could see he had arranged a few things. a cup of water on the nightstand, the pillows were fluffed, and your favorite calming music was playing on his laptop.

you couldn’t help but smile at the amount of effort he put into taking care of you. you climbed into the blankets, waiting for him to come back. but then, you just remembered that you hadn’t put moisturizer on your face. so you tried to stand up but haknyeon had just entered the room.

“why are you getting up?” he asked.

“i need to-” you pointed at the bottle of moisturizer.

“ah,” he acknowledged. he grabbed it and brought it you. you expected him to give it to you but instead, he put a small amount in the palm of his hand.

“wha- you don’t have to…” you blushed. but he ignored you, his smooth fingers, gently applying them to your face. he smiled at you with adoring eyes, making you shy away more.

after, he stood up to take off his hoodie to reveal a simple t-shirt. you stared at him confused.

he giggled, “since you like the hoodie so much.” he handed it to you. you immediately broke out into a smile, taking it and putting it on. it was larger on you. he giggled even more at how cute you were, his hand coming to your cheek to pinch it briefly.

“want anything to eat or drink?”

you shook your head, no. you actually wanted to cuddle him, hug him, and snuggle up to him. but, you were so tired that you messed up your words severely.

“i want you.”

he immediately widened his eyes, letting out a surprised, “oh.”

you started to panic, at your horrific choice of words. you were about to deny it before he interrupted you.

“why of course,” he silenced you. he practically jumped into the bed with you, his arms coming around you to pull you into a cuddle. his legs were tucked under yours, enveloping you in comfort. you sighed, snuggling closer, your eyes beginning to close.

but then they shot open.

“hey.”

he shifted, “mm?”

“don’t you have to study for an exam right now though?”

his arms around your body only tightened more.

“least important thing as of right now,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. soon enough, you couldn’t fight the exhaustion as you fell asleep, safe in his arms.

just before he joined you to sleep, he kissed you all over your cheek, smiling at how cute you looked.

#haknyeon x reader #haknyeon fluff #the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #tbz fluff #tbz imagines #drabbles 💞#requests 💞

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australianb1tch · 1 year

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so inviting, you almost jump in || kent fisher x gn reader

a/n - this is part 2 to weird but fucking beautiful. this part is based on gold rush :)) once again, this isn't proofread

summary - you don't like a gold rush but kent has you stuck in your thoughts and feelings about him

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You were lying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling reminiscing over the night you had. You had lost track of thought when your phone chimed and the screen lit up.

Enid: are you alright, you seemed in a haze back at the rave'n

you: i'm good, something just happened there that I wasn't expecting, that's all

Enid: you sure? if you ever need to talk about anything we can have a sleepover and talk it over some movies and snacks. we can do it tonight?

you: of course, come over when you're ready. Wednesday can come to if she'd like

3 minutes had passed when you heard a knock on the door. you opened it and saw Enid standing there with a blanket, bag of snacks and her phone. "Hey, where's Wednesday?" you smiled at her.

"She didn't want to come, she wanted to write a page for her novel. Also where can I put these?"

"You can put them on the bed for the time being."

"Now what's been bothering you, you have never acted like this in my time on knowing you. Did someone say something rude or is it something else?" Enid asked concerned.

"I, uh... I think I like someone..."

"Oh.. my.. god, WHO!" she screamed.

"Keep your voice down!" You whisper-shouted, "Also I'm not going to tell you it yet. Tell me who likes who and I'll tell you afterwards."

"Okay so I'm like 90% sure Xavier likes Wednesday, Bianca still likes Xavier, a few guys like Bianca, a few girls like Xavier and Kent..."

Your face dropped at the statement. a few girls like Kent. it felt almost as if your world was going to come crashing down. There was no way he would like you now that there's a few others in probably the same situation as you. Was the Rave'n seriously just some stupid thing you came up with in your head? You knew it felt to good to be true.

Enid continued to rant on about the gossip as you grabbed your laptop and some of the snacks. As she was talking she put on 10 things I hate about you and you two got yourselves comfortable. "So far, that is all I know," she finished off with. You pressed play in hopes that Enid forgot about asking you about who you like.

Halfway through the movie, you felt some pressure on your shoulder. You turned your head and you saw that Enid had fell asleep. You checked your phone and the time read 1:30. You set an alarm for 7 so you wouldn't miss breakfast. You closed your laptop and gently moved Enid so you could switch off the lights. You got back into bed and looked back up the ceiling, hoping you wouldn't fall harder for Kent.

You heard groaning on the other side of the room as your alarm had sounded. You dug your face into the pillow as you took a deep breath. You sat up groggily and stopped the alarm. You looked over to Enid and you both chuckled at each other seeing how bad the other's hair was. You walked into the bathroom and brushed your hair, then you washed your face while Enid cleaned up the remains from the night before. You walked out and went to the walk-in wardrobe and picked out your shoes and outfit, laying it on the bed then helping Enid with the rest of the room. "Thanks y/n, I'll see you down at breakfast," Enid said as she was walking toward the door. You waved to her as she closed the door.

You got changed and headed down to breakfast. You grabbed a mug and poured yourself some tea and grabbed a plate, taking some food before sitting down at an empty table. You stirred the tea slowly, while getting sucked into your thoughts. What must it be like to grow up that beautiful, his blue eyes gleaming and twinkling, like sinking ships on water. It was so inviting, you wanted to jump in but everyone wanted him. You re-focused as those thoughts faded into the grey of the tea cause it could never be. You couldn't dare to dream about him anymore. You drank your tea and you saw Enid and a few other students flooding into the dining hall. She smiled at you and grabbed some food before coming and sitting down opposite you. Wednesday quickly followed. The three of you talked for a bit before you started eating in silence. Your thoughts about Kent quickly chased after you but you kept them out. Your plate was empty after a few minutes and you decided it was time to head back to your dorm.

You left the dining hall as another flood of students was coming in. You walked down the corridor and your hand brushed past someone. You turn your head around and you locked eyes with the guy that took up your head. He seemed to move in slow motion, his hair bouncing ever so slightly with every step he took, falling into place like dominos. Your heart seemed to stop at the sight of him, fireworks and butterflies seemed to replace the food in your stomach. You felt yourself falling for him even harder than the night before but you turned around and kept walking as you knew that falling felt like flying till your bones crushed. You kept repeating in your head 'everybody wants him, you don't like a gold rush'

#kent #kent the siren #kent wednesday #kent x reader #kent fisher #enid sinclair #wednesday netflix #wednesday #taylor swift #gold rush

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maddiehu7 · 4 months

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Agent Taylor Winters

Chapter 1

I hear my alarm ringing, and turn over groaning, rubbing my eyes of sleep. I push the alarm clock off my bedside table getting it to stop ringing, I continue laying in bed for a minute before finally getting up heading to my motel room's small kitchen and opening the fridge. I grabbed some orange juice pouring it into a glass, I walked over to the window opening my curtain slightly looking out to see a warm Miami summer morning. I smile looking at the sunrise. I was always an early riser just to watch them. I think back remembering bugging my dad to get up and go sit on the porch with me so I could watch it. He always would even though he hated getting up earlier than he had to. Before I start tearing up I snap out of the memory, physically shaking my head free of it. I go over to the small dining table in the kitchen sitting down and setting my juice next to me. I opened my laptop and the first thing I saw was the reason I'm here in the first place.

"The vampire killer strikes again" I mutter out the headline of the article to myself. I click on it and see a video attached to it. I opened it.

"If I didn't know any better Fred i'd say this killer is an actual vampire" the woman speaks smiling, if only she knew.

"Well Margret at this point is it really out of the question" Fred says as they look at each other seriously for a minute before bursting out laughing which makes me roll my eyes.

"Just kidding folks no need to panic...about that at least but there is still a very real killer on the loose and I advise you to not go anywhere alone and stay home if you can" Margret says looking into the camera.

"I agree, now on to what we really think about this killer, Margret?" Fred asks looking towards her.

"Well according to the police statement they have a suspect, but who knows if they're just trying to calm the hysteria amongst everyone or actually have a person. What do you think Fred?" she directs the question back to him

"I think whoever this person is needs to get a serious therapist" Fred jokes and they both laugh.

"Well onto the next subject-" I close the screen to my laptop thinking how useless that was. I mean I already know who it is. I just have to make sure the police don't get there first. I get up from the chair heading over to my closet pulling out my black pantsuit for when I occasionally play FBI, taking off my pjs and throwing it on I go over to my duffel bag grabbing a hair tie. I head over to the bathroom mirror putting my long black hair into a high ponytail. I fuss with it for a minute before deciding it's good enough going to grab my fake FBI badge and my gun putting it behind my back, throwing my shoes on, and heading out the door to my 1967 chevy impala, my dad loved classic old cars this one in particular he taught me to drive in. So when he passed I took it as a reminder of good times, I opened the car door getting in heading to an old abandoned apartment on 6th street. Apparently that's where this vamp lives according to his now dead friend but when I pull up, I see cops cars on the street. I pull out my badge getting it ready, getting out of the car I head over. A cop stops me when I get to the yellow tape surrounding the streets.

"Sorry ma'am this is a crime scene, no civilians allowed" he says putting his hand up, but when I pull out my badge out showing it to him he lets me through muttering out a "sorry". I go over to the scene when I see my supposed to be hunt lying dead on the ground, his head separated from his body. I kneel down getting closer to the body looking at the severed head, well whoever killed him knew he was a vamp and knew how to kill them. I should call up my hunter contacts see if any of them got a whiff of the story, and came here to hunt like me unless vamps are just killing other vamps for fun but that just doesn't make sense I get up from kneeling, looking ahead sighing hoping another hunter just killed him and this isn't bigger than I think it is.

"Who are you?" I hear a man say from behind me. When I look around I see a handsome black haired brown eyed tall man in a suit standing over me. I stare at him for a minute admiring his sharp jawline and pink lips before snapping out of it.

"Oh um hello i'm agent Taylor Winter from the FBI" I say pulling myself together taking out my badge showing it to him he inspects it closely.

"Agent? Why would the FBI send someone for a simple homicide?" he questions in a deep gravelly voice.

"I'd hardly say simple, I mean he got his head cut off" I say back wondering why he's asking so many questions.

"True, but still....What division are you in? I know some people in the FBI" he says, cocking his head to the side curiously.

"CID, criminal investigation division" I say back smiling fakely.

"Hm...Well agent, I'd love to continue this conversation but I have to get back to the station" he says, reaching out to shake my hand.

"Oh okay, well I'll see you detective..?" I wait for an answer as I shake his hand.

"Oh sorry, Elijah Williams" he says, pulling out a business card from his pocket.

"Here if you ever need a consultant on a case don't hesitate to call" he smiles.

"Thanks detective, I'll see you around" I say, grabbing the card and putting it in my pocket as I walk away. When I'm almost to my car he stops me sprinting up to me, I turn around confused.

"Actually, I think I could use your help here. I have to break the news to the parents and interview them and your skills could be useful" he says, cocking his eyebrow waiting for my answer.

"Sure detective, I'd love to help" I say starting to smile realizing this could help me figure out who killed the vamp.

"Excellent, let's head to the station" he says, smiling walking to his car. I head to mine, putting it in drive following Elijah. When we get to the station we head inside side by side getting into an elevator with him clicking the 4th floor button.

"So agent Winters, how long have you been in the FBI?" He questioned me.

"About 4 years"

"Oh wow you look way too young for that, how old are you?" He says slightly shocked

"25, I was an overachiever" I say laughing lightly

"Yeah I guess so" he says laughing with me, the elevator dings letting us out, I look around while walking scoping out the place.

"Hey Williams who is this?" A guy in a suit comes over stopping us looking me up and down.

"Sir, I was just coming to talk to you. This is agent Taylor Winters from the FBI. She's helping me on the headless homicide that I got assigned to, I was wondering if that's okay?" He asks respectfully.

"Yeah sure whatever helps us around here that doesn't cost money" he says laughing.

"That's great, thank you sir" Williams says gratefully.

"No problem but all jokes aside the parents are waiting in the interview room they seem...off. But I'm sure you and your new friend can handle it" he says patting Williams on the shoulder and nodding at me walking off

"Well let's get to it" he says starting to walk away, I nod following behind. When we get to a wooden door Williams turns to me.

"Ready?" He asks.

"Mhm" I say back he nods, turning back, opening the door.

"What happened?!" A man looks at us back and forth urgently.

"Mr. Smith please take a seat" Williams gestures to the seat next to Mrs. Smith who's just looking ahead with a cold dead stare.

"Fine, but you tell me what happened to our son, now" he demands I look at him confused. How did he know we were talking about his son? Why is he so sure something happened?, I think to myself, when I look over at Williams he must be thinking the same thing as I can see the confusion written on his face.

"I'm sorry but your son is dead" Williams looks at them with a sorry look but the mom just keeps staring ahead blankly. While the dad folds his arms sitting back, well that's not the typical reaction.

"I'm sorry did you hear him?" I say confused.

"Yeah sweetheart we heard it's just expected" he sighs out.

"I knew this would happen" the mom finally speaks up looking over to her husband.

"You knew? Did he have enemies?" I ask.

"Not that we knew of, but you see...you might wanna sit down" the dad raises his hand towards the chairs on the opposite side of the table. Williams and I sitting down listening.

"Our son was...special. he was a-a" the dad struggles to spit it out

"A vampire" the mom whispers, I look at them in shock. They knew.

"A vampire?" William repeats looking at them like they're crazy. Oh to be innocent and sheltered from the horrors of this world again.

"I know you won't believe us but it's true" the dad says finally, looking a little solemn.

"He was human once" the mom says, still looking blank, but the tears falling from her eyes give away her sadness.

"I'm sure it must be like losing him all over again" I say looking at them sadly Williams looking over at me confused.

"Yeah...anyway was your son Adam acting strange before he passed?" William questions moving on.

"We hadn't seen him since he turned, years ago..." the dad trails off, i can't help but feel bad even if their son was a monster it wasn't their fault or Adam's for that matter. I snap out of it not letting myself get sucked into a hole that's hard to climb out of.

"Ok that's all we needed again sorry for your loss" William says smiling smally getting up and leaving I follow him wondering why he's cutting it short.

"Hey what's going on?" I ask confused.

"They're clearly not in there right frame of mind and if the part about not seeing Adam for a year is true they're useless" he says shrugging I want to scream at him for being so insensitive but I realize to him they're crazy, not telling the truth, not having to grieve all over again for there now truly dead son.

"Yeah you're probably right" I say pretending I don't know the truth, he nods.

"Let's go to my office, we can order some food and try to figure something else out" he says.

"Sounds great" I say back, following him to a nice cushy office with a couch that looked like it'd been slept in.

"Sorry I didn't expect company" he says seeing me look at the makeshift bed going over fixing it.

"It's ok, I get it" I say smiling, he smiles back appreciatively.

"I have some statements to go over if you wanna split it up?" He asks going over to his desk, finding some files holding them up.

"Yeah sure" I say walking over grabbing them sitting down on the chair in front of his desk.

"So what food are you feeling?" He questions.

"Hmm, there's a great taco place that delivers down the street from the motel I'm staying at" I say thinking of the delicious tacos I had a couple days ago.

"Motel? The FBI couldn't spring for something nicer?"

"I move around a lot it wouldn't be financially smart" I say shifting realizing I gave a little too much information away.

"That's true I guess, and yeah tacos sounds great I'll order it and be right back" he smiles coming out from behind his desk, dialing the number as he's walking out.

"Time to get to work" I sigh out opening the first file.

It's been a couple hours of going over statements, testing theories, and eating amazing tacos that I didn't even realize how late it was till I looked at the clock.

"Oh wow it's 9 already, I should get going" I say getting up, taking my trash and throwing it away.

"Oh yeah, I didn't even realize" he says laughing lightly I smile back.

"Well I'll see you detective" I say heading towards the door.

"Winters wait" I turn around looking at him.

"You've been a lot of help on this case and I appreciate that but it's still not solved, do you think you could come back tomorrow and help out some more. I know it's a lot to ask as I'm sure you have more important cases, but I'm kinda desperate" he chuckles looking at me hopefully.

"Um...yeah sure I can do that" I say thinking if it's a good idea or not.

"Awesome thank you" he says smiling.

"No problem detective" I say smiling back saying goodbye heading out the door, I get in my car and drive off heading to the motel.

"What a day" I sigh out, opening the door to my room but when I head inside something feels off. I look around seeing nothing out of place but I swear I can feel someone watching me. I go to grab my gun under my pillow when all of a sudden I feel hands on my shoulders pulling me back into them. I go to fight back but hear a gun click pausing.

"Hey sweetheart" I hear a familiar voice say.

"Who are you?" I demand he just laughs, turning me around while still holding the gun to my head. When I see his face I recognize him as Mr. Smith the vamps father I look at him confused but when he opens his mouth showing me his fangs I see he's a monster just like his son.

"A family of vampires huh?" I say sarcastically.

"Not exactly, my wife's just a human blood bag" he says grinning, my face screwing up in disgust.

"Oh don't be like that, she doesn't mind...anymore" he laughs.

"Fuck you, asshole" I say but he doesn't seem to like that as he takes the gun from my head hitting me in the nose with the handle of it. I stumble back clutching my nose groaning out in pain feeling warm blood drip down my face. When I look up I see him staring at my face hungrily pointing the gun at me still. I take a few steps back grabbing the knife I keep hidden under the waistline of my pants.

"What do you think you gonna do with that?" He asks smirking

"Kill you" I say back jumping into action running forward cutting him on the wrist making him drop the gun.

"Ah ha that the best you got?" He says angrily as I quickly grab the gun from the floor pointing it at him.

"You shoot that and everyone hears, plus it'll only hurt me and then I'll kill you" he says cockily. I grit my teeth knowing he's right, deciding I have to let him go for now.

"You have five seconds to get the hell out" I say sternly.

"You're letting me go?" He says smiling confusedly.

"For now" I say, cocking my head and pointing the gun towards the door, signaling him to leave. He looks at the door for a minute before looking back at me.

"Till we meet again" he says, dramatically bowing keeping eye contact with me.

"Can't wait" I say rolling my eyes to which he laughs heading out the door smiling.

"Fuck" I mutter out to myself going over to the door locking it. Leaning against it and taking a deep breath, feeling blood still coming down from my nose. After going to the bathroom and cleaning my hands and nose of blood, I decided to prepare for tomorrow. I go out to my car unlocking the trunk and opening the secret compartment underneath the top of it where I keep all my weapons. Holding it open with a shotgun I ruffle through some guns and ammo, getting to my knives looking around before pulling out my machete and a couple knives. I closed the trunk quickly heading back inside, I put a knife in my bedside's drawer just in case that asshole comes back, and put the machete in my duffel for tomorrow.

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The Love You Want - Part 5

Sleep Token Fanfiction - Secrets & Sins

The rest of the flight is rather boring, I log into my laptop, finishing some more work & talking to Jax about my new ideas. His demeanor has changed, he is sitting comfortably, one hand resting on my lap. He looks at me in awe, searching eye contact.

After we've landed, we head to our hotel, we all have separate rooms, mine is down the hall from Jax's. We try to act normal, not letting anybody else suspect that anything has happened between us on this flight. We all head to our rooms, taking a shower & getting ready to grab dinner. Just as I get out of the shower, I hear a knock on my door. Just wearing a towel I quickly open it, seeing Jax dressed in black pants, a black button up shirt but 3 buttons are open revealing his chest. 3 black chains dangle from his neck. He is masked as always. He immediately says: "Oh, I'm so sorry for bothering you, you aren't even dressed yet." I just smile & tell him to come in. He turns around, checking the hotel floor if anyone has seen him come up to my room. He sits down on my bed, I tell him to give me a minute to throw on my dress before we go for dinner. I grab my favourite dress, dark red satin, turtle neck, backless, tight, it reaches down to my knees where a long split goes up to my hip. It's sexy, but not too revealing. I put it on, struggling to zip it up. I need some help with it so I step out of the bathroom to ask Jax to zip it up. He turns around when I walk back into the bedroom. I can hear his breath turn heavy & loud. He looks me up & down, then he lays his arms on to his lap. I can see him getting hard just by looking at me in my little red dress. I laugh, telling him to please zip the back of my dress. His hands glide over my back, I feel his bare fingers on my skin. He lets his hands wander. Down the curves of my hips, softly squeezing my butt, his touch feels like butterflies are tickling my thighs. He spins me around so I can face him, then he looks into my eyes. "Iris, I need to do an important thing now, I need you to listen to me." he says pulling out a sheet of paper from his pockets. It's wrinkly, I laugh at the sight of it. "That's how you store documents? Jesus Christ!" He hands me the paper, it's an NDA. I look at him, confused. He gently smiles at me & says: "I need you to sign this, I trust you, I really do, but protecting my identity is the most important thing to me. Please sign this, I want to show you something." He hands me a pen, I don't even bother to read the NDA, I just sign it & hand it back to him. He looks at me, it feels like minutes go by while he's just looking into my eyes, his dark silver eyes make me go weak, his lips look so kissable. Then he reaches behind his head, pulling a string. His mask comes off.

He reveals his face to me for the first time & I can't help but stare at it. He is gorgeous. His face is framed by a dark buzz cut, he looks rough, a small scar next to his left eye, soft stubbles on his cheeks, what a stunning man. He finds my eyes & says: "I hope you still want to be my secret lover after seeing me unmasked". I nod, being at a loss of words. Then I bow down, my face is inches away from his. I never break eye contact. I reach for his cheek, softly stroking it. It all happens so quickly, he jumps up from my bed, pushes me against the wall behind us & crashes his lips on mine. I taste his dry lips, they are salty, was it my tear or his? I don't even know. All I know is that I want him to continue kissing me. He is gentle, his kisses feel like soft clouds on my lips. He pushes his tongue to meet mine. I open my mouth just a little more to taste all of him. I lose track of time, how long has been kissing me now? A knock on my door rips us apart from each other. I hear Dan's voice. "Iris, we are heading off to dinner! Are you ready & have you seen Vess?" he asks. I can't hold back a quiet giggle. Yes I have seen him, I have seen all of him. I have tasted him on my lips twice today. His hands are still on my waist. I quickly answer: "Wait, I'll be ready in 2 minutes, Vess is here we are talking about some work stuff." then I plant a small kiss on Jax's lips & whisper: "Let me get my shoes & put on some lipstick". He breathes me in, stroking my back, not wanting to let go of me.

We sit down at our table in a fancy restaurant, celebrating the upcoming next weeks. Leo told the others he let me sing an NDA to be able to go out unmasked so people wouldn't recognize him on the street. They bought that excuse & didn't question why we had been in a room together. We order our food & raise our glasses. "To an amazing tour, to our brotherhood, to worship & to our new friend, Iris." Alex says. We all cheer, Jax puts his hand on my thigh while cheering with his bandmates. It almost feels like we are together, almost. We haven't talked about the details of this situationship we are in. We haven't talked a lot in general. All I can think about are his lips on mine. His hands on my body. His eyes looking right into my soul.

After dinner we decide to head to a local metal bar, I'm super excited for this. Finally no modern music but real metal I can dance to. We arrive there & see a sticker outside that says: "Best karaoke singer gets a whole tablet of drinks for free". Ryle smiles at me, takes my hand & pulls me inside the bar. He shouts: "Jax can't sing, they would immediately recognize him but Iris & I can give them a little show!". I laugh, of course he would force me to participate. I look at Jax, hoping he would say it's a stupid idea but he says: "Hell yes, do that. We need free drinks cause we hardly have any cash on us". So Ryle jumps to the karaoke guy, telling him something we can't hear. Bad Omens is playing in the background, people with dark clothes are dancing to it. Then Ryle takes my hand, I turn back to look at Leo. He nods, a soft smile is drawn onto his normally serious looking face. I let Ryle drag me on stage. He grabs a guitar & starts playing "Chokehold". I gasp. Damn, I wasn't prepared for this but now there's no going back. I close my eyes, letting the music take over my body. "

"When we were made It was no accident We were tangled up like branches in a flood I come as a blade A sacred guardian So you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood

You've got me in a chokehold You've got me in a chokehold You've got me in a -"

Ryle is playing the guitar like the god he is, hitting all the tones, making people question who is playing for them right now. I see Jax cheering me on while I'm singing his own song for him. This night is unforgettable.

After we're done playing, we head to a table & the waiter brings us free drinks, of course we won the karaoke contest. I leave to go to the bathroom, Ryle & Jax follow me. When I get out of the bathroom I hear them talking. Ryle asks Jax: "Man, is there something going on between Iris & you? I see the way you look at each other. You have never looked at a woman like that. Not one single time". Jax responds: "I don't know what you are seeing but it isn't there". Ouch. I know he needs to say that but it still hurts. Ryle responds: "Okay, if you say so. Cause I think she's amazing. We all know she's the hottest woman we've ever had around us, but apart from that, she's funny, she's talented, she's so calm, she doesn't even seem to have any flaws. I would ask her out for a date if you promise that there are no intentions from your side to ask her out. You know I respect you, you are my brother, you are more than that. No woman is ever going to get between that & if you have the slightest bit of interest in her, tell me. I can get over her, but I could never get over us losing our bond". Wow, they really are loyal to each other. Jax isn't just their band leader, he seems to be more than that. He seems to be their guardian, their priest, their highest entity. Jax is quiet, he's probably thinking about his response. Then he says: "I appreciate that, Ryle. You are more than my brother too. I would never lie to you or hide my intentions. I don't have any interests in dating her, she's a great woman, but you know that I can't let anyone come too close. I would ruin her just like I have ruined everyone I have laid an eye on in the past. There's a reason I have cut all contact to women for over 3 years now. I'm better off on my own. If you want to pursue Iris, do so. But don't mess up our work relationship with her cause we really need her, you hear me?" Damn, that was a punch into my gut. He didn't have to admit what we have going on, but he could have told him to stay away from me. A part of me wishes he had said I was his, I belonged to him only, but he didn't. He probably wasn't thinking that. He told me from the beginning that he wouldn't let me get close to him. Now we are here, deep into this situation, deep into feelings we both can't understand nor control. He's telling another man to pursue me. I won't let him get away with that, I will just play along, I will allow Ryle to pursue me.

Back at the table Ryle sits down next to me & lays an arm around my shoulder. "Iris, darling, why aren't you in a band yourself? And most importantly, why is a woman like you single? What happened to the last relationship you were in?" he asks. I smile, he's so precious. "I actually used to be in a band when I was younger but they didn't play the kind of music I liked so I left, then I got into music marketing. I have been single for 2 years now. The last man I dated wanted to marry me, but that wasn't quite what I had in mind for us so I left the day he proposed to me." I say. The boys all laugh. "Poor dude!" Dan shouts. "He actually cheated on me 3 times so he kinda deserved that." I say. I see Jax clenching his fist. He obviously gets angry at the thought of a man hurting me. "I would never do that to you, Iris." Ryle says with a smirk on his face. I jokingly lean my head against his chest & look up to his pretty brown eyes. "I know Ryle, you are an angel." I say. I see Leo shift in his seat. He can't stand the sight of me being physically close to another man. I grab Ryle's' hand when I hear one of their songs come on. "Like That" is playing & I can't miss my chance to make Jax even more jealous. He needs to pay for what he said to Ryle earlier. I drag Ryle to the dance floor, lay my arms around his neck & start dancing, singing along to the lyrics. He grabs my waist, getting closer to me. We dance for a few seconds when I see Jax getting up from the table. He says something to Dan & Alex, then he heads out of the bar. I let go of Ryle, telling him I need to get a breath of fresh air cause it's so hot in here. He wants to come with me, not wanting to leave me alone in an unfamiliar city but I decline his offer. "I'll be back in a minute, just sit down & wait for me." I say & wink at him. Then I run towards to entrance.

Jax is sitting outside on a bench, hidden behind bushes & trees, smoking a cigarette, looking at the moon. I sit down besides him. "What?" he asks me sharply. "Seems like you do have an intention to be close to me if a man dancing with me makes you storm off like that." I say. He looks at me, the moonlight is reflected in his silver eyes. "You heard that? God, Iris, you know I had to say that. I don't want anyone to know about us. This is our little secret, right? This is our safe space?" he asks. I sigh & say: "It is, Jax. But I can't deny that hearing those words felt awful. I don't want to be one of your groupies. I don't know what I want from you but I want to be close to you, I want to feel your hands all over me, I want to obey to every word you say". He takes my hand, squeezing it softly. "I don't have any groupies, I have not touched a woman in over 3 years now. I never felt the urge to do so. It's just me, my band, my music, my worship. But you changed that, you changed me. I'm scared of change. I'm scared of what could happen to me if I accept change. I have dedicated my life to music & my religion, there is no space for any distractions. I can't do that to you, dragging you along, tearing you apart." he responds. "But I can't stay away from you. You pull me towards you like a magnet. You could be an angel sent to save me or my ultimate downfall. I can't be with you but I can't be without you either." he says. "Let's just enjoy the time we have together, let's not think this deeply." I say, looking at his lips. "Let's just act like you aren't Vessel, like I'm not your marketing agent. Let's act like strangers meeting at a bar, kissing in the moonlight & making love to each other all night long until the sun comes back up". He looks around him, no one is noticing us, no one knows who he is, no one can even see this bench. He quickly grabs my neck, roughly pulling me towards him, he sits me onto his lap, his hand sliding into the slit of my dress, touching my bare thighs. I feel his dry hands, calloused from playing the guitar & piano so often. He slips his fingers towards my panties, pushing them aside, softly massaging me. I can't help but let out a soft moan. He shuts me up by kissing me while I unbuckle his belt, open his pants & push them down. I let myself sink onto him, taking all of him in. He fills me out, he feels better than I could have imagined. I start moving my hips back & forth while he keeps massaging me the way I showed him back in the studio a week ago. I kiss his lips eager to taste him, to never lose his taste. The moonlight is shining on us, on two strangers who met in a bar making love to each other on a hidden bench away from all people. Jax looks at me & whispers: "This is what Eden feels like, you have taken me to Eden, Iris. Never let me leave. Never let me destroy this. Promise to me that you won't let me mess this up, please. I need to feel you like this every single day or I will lose my mind". I can barely hold back my pleasure building up but I manage to say: "I promise. I promise to keep you here in Eden with me if you promise to worship me every single time I give you access to me". He nods. "Yes, I will worship you. I will obey you. I will let you rule me." he says. His words are enough to make me burst with lust. I feel him fill me up. I want this feeling to last. Him inside me, feeling his true devotion to me.

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Chapter 8

Word count : 3793

This is also from George’s POV , this chapter took so long to put together and it was really hard to find the right things to say at points but I think this might be one of my favourites

George's POV

I woke up multiple time that night and into the early morning maybe it was a subconscious effort I was making to be there for Matty if he woke because I know he really needed someone to rely on. I can do that right, others have done it for me. It can't be that hard. What time is it, I looked over to my Alarm clock that was blinking violently at me letting me know that it was only 3:15, Damn that's far to early to be thinking so deeply about anything yet. Do I have a joint to calm me down?, Yes I think maybe I might. After rolling the joint I saunter over to my window to watch the quiet London suburb come to life. The street lights were dimming and the sunrise was a coccofany of oranges and pinks bleeding together looking like a real life Claude Monet painting spilling from the early morning sky. The amount of sunrise pictures I actually ave collected on my phone over the last few years is wild. I'd send them to Laura my exgirlfriend in the mornings when she's had a rough day, Maybe Matty would like that . I pick up my phone from the bedside table and quickly snap a pick and send it to him with a little note of.

"I hope this makes you smile."

I don't know if he would even enjoy it but I'd like to hope it would help.Once I've exhausted all the fumes from the joint my brain feels more clear so I think I'll try to get a little more sleep.

4 hours would be just grand.

The next time I am woken by my alarm going off right next to and quite frankly scaring me half to death. Blinking awake I realise Matty's call is no longer connected. That a little disappointing but I really hope I made his night somewhat better.

Anyway it's time to get up now I guess. On my way to the bathroom I knock on my sisters door to make sure there awake and to make them aware I have first dips on the shower. "By Christ it's cold in here". The bathroom is even colder than my bedroom, I swear this house is actually a fucking igloo sometimes. I turn the shower on and wait for the steam to envelope the room before stepping in the heat of the shower really relaxing my stiff muscles.

I had time to think in the shower about how to understand Matty's issues and how to help him. I think people always have there best thoughts and ideas in showers it's the calmness of it all. The calm before the storm of the day if you please.

Once I'm out it's now warm in the room the steam sticking to me so I quickly get dressed so I don't suffocate in the heat and then open the window to defuse the room. Leaving the room back into my bedroom I set my bag up again for the day and finally pick up my phone to see any message I had a few from Adam and a Snapchat from Matty I sit down on my bed and open it, it's just him layed in bed smiling "damn the colours in the sunrise." Ay he liked it, I reply back "Good morning love". I know I probably shouldn't be getting to attached to someone I barley even know but I want to help the most I can and showing you care helps right?. I don't have to leave for at least another half hour so I take out my laptop and start muddeling through some mixes I have to see if I can make a good track just to occupy my mind. Then at that Matty replies he's now in his uniform he's looking pale still but at least a little more put together than yesterday "g'morning G" along with a song attached "The Rock Show" by Blink-182 that's not a bad song not the best but maybe there's a reason he picked that or maybe it's just a song he likes. I reply back showing him I'm all ready for school "oh look at you school ready , also that's a classic tune bro" . This track just won't flow it doesn't even have a name but maybe I'll get there soon I've got two weeks before I have to turn it in I'm sure I'll get there it's a lot of sounds and noises really nothing mixed properly yet music production is what I want to do one day so hopefully I can pull this off. After another ten minutes the track begins to annoy me so I stick my laptop in my rucksack and just decide to leave a little early to see Adam and Joe. Matty messages back while on my walk he's also outside he's got a joint in his hand and he's actually smiling "yeh man it's a get up and go song you know, but anyway yeh I look ready for school but can't say I'm mentally prepared in all honesty". Here we go I can be a knight in sighting armour for him. "How you feeling today?."

His reply comes almost immediately "I'm not gunna sit here and lie and say I feel on top of the world or even good yet but having someone watch over me last night felt good, thank you man"

"Anymore sickness this morning, Are you sure you should be going in today." I'm waiting at the bus stop now with a bunch of other kids one of them knows Laura so sits there sending me evils the whole time like it was my fault we split but really it wasn't I stick in my headphones and drown out the world while I wait for the bus. Matty's reply come through just as the bus turns round the corner

"I haven't been sick yet but I've got maths first, I'm just doing it with my head of year this morning rather than in the actual class but my stomach and head are still swimming , I should be okay though."

"Can you promise you'll keep me updated on how your feeling today and if you do get sick let me know , I know there's not really anything I can do but I just feel the need to look after you"

"That's great but I can look after myself I don't want to stress you, but I will tell you if I get worse"

I board the bus after showing the driver my bus card and make my way to the back shoving my large frame into the very corner, hiding myself away from other people who may board. I watch the world fly by around me, the school is a twenty minute ride away it gives me time to message Adam realising I'd never actually replied.

"Where we're you last night man"

"Are you coming to school"

I totally forgot I had said I was going to Adams last night

"Yo dude I am so sorry I got caught up with something last night I really am sorry I'll come over tonight if that's okay, and yeh I'm on the bus now, I'm sorry again"

"Bro you weren't seriously up all night trying to get Laura back we're you we've been over this"

"No I wasn't , I haven't spoke to her in like 2 days bro"

Adam is always so quick with replies I don't know how he does it.

"Then what we're you doing"

"I was just helping a friend, they were having a tough night so I was hanging with them to calm them down ."

Mid way through the conversation with Adam another snap from Matty come through so I click through my home screen and select Snapchat opening Matty's message it's just him in his head of years office I'd assume and he already looks done with it. I snap back with a laugh "you already finished with it bro ? How longs it been 5 minutes"

He replies immediately but I miss it as I start to get my stuff together to get back off the bus and meet Adam at the front gates where I always meet him.

He's stood there with his new girlfriend and Joel, Adam is the most mature of us guys he knew how to treat people right , he was the smartest and he just understood people , maybe he could help me understand Matty emotionally.I wave once I get off the bus so I can grab his attention we nod at one other and Joel comes running over grappling me into his arms "Adam was just telling us you were up all night chatting up some new fling" . Joel was the gossip.

"I never said that, I was helping a friend, how is that chatting up a new fling?" I put quote marks up when I said "new fling" because I don't thing I even had an old fling I've only ever been with two people Laura and Joel himself yeh im bisexual. We were young though so we didn't really know anything we kissed a few times and we held hands and did cute stuff together but we didn't know anything but hey he was cute but things were different with Laura I knew what to do and how to do it and I always went through with stuff and played the motions but I can't really say I enjoyed it that much like yeh I loved her and we dated for quite some time but if I really think about it I didn't like her sexual. I loved her but as a friend I suppose I just thought it was different because she was the only girl who's ever shown me any attention.

We make our way to the building we all had music first thing so we made our way there all messing about and shoving each other around as we spoke Adam and Joel sat next to each other and I sat next to Carly Adams new girl, he'd been pinning over her for months, maybe even years I'm so happy he finally got the balls to ask her.

When we sit down Adam and Joel get caught up in a conversation about the new guitar Adam just bought and Carly turns to me "So the new imagery friend are they cute?"

"Um ....he really is only a friend he's having a really hard time and I've only known I'm like 42 hours maybe not even that there's no way I'd be looking at him in that way". I feel myself blush anyway because although we haven't known each other long I can still appreciate when someone is attractive "but uh yeh if your asking he's actually so attractive but I don't even know if he's gay". I scratch the back of my head and fidget in my chair a little as she's still looking at me "but I'm really just helping him get over whatever is bothering him"

"But would you like to get to know him and maybe like be in his life as more than just someone who helps him?"

"Maybe once he's better I'd love to see where the friendship take us". While talking about him I realise I hadn't noticed a reply for a while so I pick up my phone to check and yes there it is a message sent ten minutes ago I open it to see his face his eyes are bright and he's pulling on a single curl pulling it though his hand "I'm just bored is all , Miss Conner's isn't here yet, but I was just thinking about taking up that offer of you made me about helping with my maths GCSE". I start smiling at the fact that he was thinking about me, then set myself straight that he was only remembering a conversation we had but just as I'm about to reply Carly taps me "hey let me see" . I turn my phone toward her so she can see him and I'm smiling at her "wow he really is pretty"

"Yeh" I turn my phone back to myself and reply with just a message saying that I'd very much be down to help him whenever he needed it and put a small kiss after it just to test my luck and shove my phone back in my pocket because if he's going to be with his head of year all day he won't be allowed much time to reply and just with the my teacher walks in Mr Gardner the coolest teacher one could ever have. He's always helped me a little more than others I guess and he's always said he sees me going places. I've brung him a few demos over the last few years. He starts talking about todays lesson. He's really just giving us extra time to prepare our new mixes. I roll my eyes and sigh because this new demo has just had me defeated for a few days now and I just can't get it right. But he only speak for about ten minutes and let's us get on with our respective challenges this is when I turn back to Carly "Hey do you think you or Adam would be able to give me some advice, maybe you because you might be more sensitive about it with you being a girl and all"

"Sure what's up " she's still tapping away on her laptop while she's talking to me , very much engrossed in the work she's doing.

"We'll uh Matty that's the name of the guy I'm talking to is having a really tough time from what I can gather and he's been ill , I haven't witnessed them but he's cried a lot so he's possibly having panic attacks don't quote me on that , he's thrown up like 3 times in the space I've known him , he's so lost in his own head and I don't know how to help him"

"We'll do you know what's bothering him, he might just be sick and not coping very well because some people get like that when there sick they get tired easy"

I take out my laptop to try and get something done while talking to her if I have something to keep my mind at rest I might not get too nervous talking about it "He hasn't really told me anything other than he's stressing about exams and that he's really in his head right now"

"We'll really all you can do is be there for him , like how did you help Laura when she needed it" she looked at me then with a somewhat questionable look on her face.

"I could always just be there whenever she needed me and i just stuck around and talked her through stuff, but this is different I barley know him but I feel overprotective of him" the blush starts to creep up my neck and onto my face I try not to look at Carly and stay focused on the screen in front of me.

"Someone's smitten already are we." She's smiling at me knowingly , knowing that I can get attached to people really quick. It's actually amazing to think how quickly I can get attached to people but yet never having fully been in love. I'm just a hopeless romantic who feels the need to protect people. K night always there to save the damsel in distress so the saying goes.

"No I'm not smitten, he's just different he intrigues me is all?". He does interest me, he's like a lost soul trying to find a distraction in a future dystopian hell. Trying to fill a void. Trying to find himself. That could be the name of the track Lostmyhead. I know it's not my head that's lost but it just feels right. Now that I've got a name I can get the understanding for the track and I can maybe get Matty's input. I don't know if he's that into music but his in put might really be good. It's all coming together I plug in my headphones so I can really try it out. The synths and guitars really coming together pulling me into a feeling of uncertainty. Maybe this is what Matty feels like right now. It just needs lyrics to pull it together but I can do that another time but for now these notes and instruments coming together in my ears helps me understand how it much feel in his head.

With that I take my phone out and I message Matty "I have something I'd like to show you when you have time". I know he's probably not going to get it until break but it's there for him when he's ready I then put my phone away and hear the bell ring right through me and shudder at the sudden ringing

My next lesson of the day is computer science, this class is really uneventful all the time. I don't have much people to talk to in this class it's very quiet an all these kids are mad smart so I just keep to myself but the demo is constantly on my mind, keeping me distracted from any work really. I find myself constantly looking at my phone waiting for a reply which got me into trouble a few times . my hands were itching to call him to let him hear it but I know that's not going to do anyone any good and by the last time I check my phone the teacher then comes over to me "Mr Daniel this is the last time unfortunately, if I see that phone out again I will have to confiscate it". I shove it back into my pocket and get back to m work that was barley even started "sorry sir"

Break time rolls around soon though and I see I do have a few messages from Matty only five minutes after I'd put my phone away for good. They read as follows

"Thank you man honestly x"

"Miss Conner's is literally driving me insane right now x "

"What do you wanna show me" the last one was of his face he looks quite alright so it gives me a second to breath he looks like he's outside and there's a couple of lads behind him looking like there talking to him.

I sit down with my break apple juice and a ham sandwich boring I know but it's school what do you expect and answer him while the others are occupied "I've been producing a demo track for my Music portfolio and I'd really love it if you'd be listen to it"

He's messages back almost instantly the biggest smile on his face like the last day didn't even happen "bro I'd love that, music is literally everything, is it just instrumental or does it have lyrics?"

"Just instrumental right not but it could really use lyrics." I perk up at how excited he sounded, sitting up straight on these ridiculous plastic seats that I barley fit on.

Another immediate message "I write , would it be cool if I give it a listen and see if I can add the lyrics to it or is that weird"

"Nah bro go ahead I'll send it over, have you got something for break!?". I know he's excited right now but I still feel the need to look after him.

"My mum gave me a few breakfast bars and I was pretty much ordered to ave em 😂"

"Why's that ?" . Concern starts to drip back into my brain, Jesus this guy is going to be the end of me I swear to god, am I too attached already ?, maybe but it's done now

"I didn't eat yesterday and she doesn't want me to be sick again but we'll just have to see if I can keep down ay" he sent that with a picture of himself with his fingers crossed. There's still uncertainty laced behind his eyes but I don't want to freak him out so I just send him a picture in basically a replica of his "we'll let me know yeh , you've got to be starving bro , but hopefully it helps you stomach settle , how's your head ?"

"Still buzzing like mad but I'm dealing with it Ross gave me pain killers before break and there helping a bit?"

"How was your lessons with Miss Conner's is it ? , you said she was driving you insane is that a bad thing". I smile as he seems to be doing alot better than yesterday although I know this conversation is really nothing to go by but he's got people there to help too.

"Man she just won't shut up , it's the concerned teacher act that does my head in she's been on my back since I got in and my maths lesson with her went on for hours Jesus"

"Oh man nah I couldn't be doing that , what do you have next , are you going to that or will you still be with her ?"

"I'm going to try just go to my next lesson, it's German I don't mind that class to much, but I think I'll go back to miss for my class after lunch cuz im still a bit arghh you know and physics won't be good"

"Im glad your giving it a try but you know where she is if you do need her before last class yeh "

"Yeh she says I can go back at any point , thanks for being there darlin x" . I can feel myself blush all over again and I know I'm smiling like an idiot. Joel and Adam are looking at me. Adam chimes in.

"You were defiantly chatting someone up last night george my guy" he shoves me lightly as the bell goes signalling the end of break and we make our way to our next classes I feel alot lighter after that conversation.

#george daniel #adam hann #ross macdonald #matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic

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Bonten Mikey trapping you with a baby

It's been a week since you guys had fought and you have left. Mikey was losing himself once again. He wanted to kill you and kiss you. He been blowing up your phone with threats ever since you left him.

"Call me back this is your last warning y/n".

You stayed at a friend's house and you had noticed you forgot something at the house you and mikey had shared. You had forgot your laptop. You were hesitant to go get it knowing the chances of running into mikey. However, all your work files was on that laptop. You ran to your car and drove home. You had finally arrived and as you were putting the key in you looked behind your shoulder to make sure no one was there watching you. The door had opened and you went upstairs into your room to see your laptop laying on the bed

"Whew it's still here.. lemme just find the cord and we'll be outta here for goo-"

"Y/n."

You had froze. You felt cold. Your hands began to shake and your breath began to shorten. You knew exactly whose voice you heard. It was mikey.

His gun was pointing you. His eyes were so cold. He was furious and you could tell.

"You're not going anywhere y/n"

You began to tear up with the laptop still in your hand. His gun was still pointed directly at you.

"Mikey can you put the gun down at least? You're (sniffle)scaring me" you said while crying

He was silent. He didn't respond. He just stared at you while still keeping the gun pointed at you. He wanted answers. Why did you leave? You treated him so good. You should have known there would be no escape. The only escape there is, is death. You were his. Only his. The thought of you leaving him and moving on keeps him awake at night.

"MIKEY GOTDAMN" you yell. You were sick of the silence.

"I JUST WANT TO MOVE ON. I DONT WANNA DEAL WITH YOU ANYMORE BECAUSE YOU ARENT THE SAME MIKEY I USE TO KNO-"

Mikey interrupted you with a loud bang coming from the gun. He had shot the wall a inch next to you.

"Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP Y/N"

He was starting to lose control of his emotions and you could tell by the way his eyes widened.

"I LOST EVERYONE WHO WERE CLOSE TO ME AND ILL BE DAMNED IF I LOOSE YOU. IF I HAVE KILL US BOTH I WILL."

You stood there crying. He wasnt the same. You wanted the old mikey back. His gun was still in his hand. You knew if you didn't do something now somebody was going to end up dead

You walked over to him. Cradled his face. You could see tears forming in his eyes.

You kissed him.

Your intention was to disarm him and bring him back to a calmer state because he was beginning to loose himself. You are aware you are his peace. As you was kissing him, he dropped his gun and begin to lift your shirt. He had pushed you against the wall still kissing you.

Your intention was to disarm him but as the kiss got deeper you realized you wanted this as bad as he did. Mikey finally got his hands on you. He finally got what he wanted, you.

Your shirt was off now exposing your breast. As he stared upon you, still fully clothed. You grabbed his dick and unzipped his pants now exposing his hard cock. You placed his dick in between your tits giving him a titfuck while he was still standing.

"I love your beautiful tits y/n I'm going to bust right in between them."

You spat on his dick while you massaged his dick in-between your tits going as fast as you could. He moaned your name beautifully. His breaths were getting heavy and you could tell he was about to cum

"Cmon mikey.. bust in between my tits baby. I'm all yours look at them mikey. Look at them."

As you continued to glide your tits up and down his dick he busted. You used your finger to lick the cum off your boobs. Yet, he was far from done. He went a whole week without seeing you. He wants to cherish this moment.

He took off his shirt and whispered in your ear

"you're having all my babies tonight. Gonna get you so full. I want you pregnant."

You didn't say anything. You were so intoxicated with the sex he was going to supply but little did you know Mikey was dead serious.

He began to kneel to your pussy licking it and eating it whole. He sucked your clit and He gave himself a hand job while he ate your pussy. Boy was so horny. You moaned as loud as you could.

"I love hearing you fucking scream"

You came right on his mouth. He slurped you so well. He missed your pussy.

"Did you fuck anyone else? Did you give anyone else my pussy y/n"

" No! No sir! I- I promise mikey"

"I'll kill you if you did"

You were scared of him. You stared into his eyes nervously. He then began to flip you over in doggy style position. Your pussy was beyond wet and he moaned while he massaged the tip in.

"Mikey...your dick feel so good"

He took his tip out. You were so tight and your pussy wasn't opening up for him he stuck his fingers in surprising you,

"You need to open up for me. I want your pussy to take me so you can cum.

He slid his dick back in and this time he managed to get it in all the way. You moaned like crazy and so did he. Your ass clapped onto him. He smacked it as hard as he could

"This your punishment for leaving. *smack* you're never leaving Me and I mean never. *smack* you're forever glued to me *smack* we belong together *smack*"

You screamed out his name crying from the pain and pleasure. He was getting faster and faster.

"OH Y/N ITS SO DAMN TIGHT. IM CUMMING INSIDE YOU"

You began to see white. Your vision blurred. You were fucked outta your mind. You began to feel mikey hot warm seed leaking into you. He kept his cock inside until he was done emptying himself. Thats a week worth of cum. Best believe your pussy was full.

He then pulled out kissing your neck.

"Mm-missed you so fucking much. I can tell you're tired y/n get some rest and I'll clean you up"

Boy was he a good liar. He was waiting til you fell asleep so he can sneak into the bathroom cabinet to grab your plan b.

You drifted off and that's exactly what he did. He had called sanzu while preparing his shower.

"She's home. Pick me up and Make sure you change the locks and lock her inside the house. She's not going anywhere. If she needs anything she will have to go through u first"

He hung up the phone and showered. His mission was complete. You were stuck with him forever. He knew deep down he got you pregnant and it made him happy.

He left the house leaving you in bed. You went searching for your plan b and noticed it wasn't there and as you were trying to walk out the house you noticed the doors were locked from Outside. He also had took your phone.

3 weeks later, you complained to sanzu about your morning sicknesses and asked if he could get you a test from the store. Turns out you're pregnant. As you looked at the test you began to form tears in your eyes because you realized what mikey was up to all along

Mission accomplished. He will never let you leave.

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